My Very Own

Chapter 15.  Day Once Dawned

Katie purred like a well-fed cat as Lauren gently caressed her warm body, slim fingers tracing the soft curve of the young girl's breast, the delicate contact barely brushing the sensitive young flesh. The weak light of early morning filtered through the red curtains, filling the room with an orange haze.

She had awoken to the loving attention of her owner, stretching languidly as sleep left her slowly. Soft music was playing, filling the room with a mellow melody that Katie let flow over her body like a gentle river of sound. The sleepy schoolgirl looked at her owner lying beside her and felt such a sense of deep contentment it was as if her entire body would dissolve into the aether at the merest touch.

"Morning Kitty."

"Morning Miss," Katie responded, a little shiver trickling through her body at the sultry sound of her lover's voice.

"Are you going to lie in bed all day?" Lauren asked, her fingers continuing their absent caress of the tender teenage breast.

"Yes please, Miss," Katie replied, knowing Lauren was teasing her.

"Cheeky little slut," Lauren responded, her fingers creeping inwards to squeeze the young girl's nipple. She smiled as she felt it harden between her fingers, enjoying the power she had over the young girl.

Katie smiled, enjoying the playful teasing. She loved it when Lauren was this way. This was the kind of friendship that she had always longed for: the comfort, the contentment, the gentle teasing that only came with real understanding.

"I'm thirsty, Kitty."

"Water, Miss?"

"Mmmm," Lauren responded, cupping the young girl's breast as she lay back in bed.

Katie got to her hands and knees and crawled over the prostrate form of her owner, smiling at Lauren's giggles as she pinched the pendant breasts as they passed over her. As she reached the edge of the bed and stood up, Lauren reached out and smacked her ass to send her on her way.

It was meant playfully, Katie knew, but her left buttock stung as she hurried down the stairs to fetch her owner's refreshment. She twisted and caught a glimpse of her bottom, not surprised to see the bright pink hand-print blazing in the middle of her left cheek. She risked a squeeze of her nipples remembering the recent touch that had so quickly stirred her arousal. The day was not an hour old and her desire already gripped her.

She filled the tall glass with cold water, smiling shyly at the pride she felt in remembering the correct way to serve. She scurried upstairs, the nervous fluttering in her belly growing as she knelt by the side of the bed, spreading her legs widely and holding out the cool glass with one hand. She had only been gone a minute but Lauren looked as if she was already asleep again. The night had been an exhausting one. She felt like getting back into bed, snuggling up against Lauren's smooth body and falling back into sleep as well. Instead she remained on her knees, her hand slowly growing colder as she watched the sleeping girl.

Lauren looked so peaceful, her lips parted slightly, revealing the straight white teeth within. She could just see the moist, pink tongue lying dormant inside her owner's mouth and could not help but think of it in her own mouth, against her lips, darting into her wet slit, skimming the cream from the opening of pussy.

Katie shivered as she felt the familiar tight tingling between her legs, confident in the knowledge than soon the first dribbles of cream would make their way to the entrance of her sex, as if her vagina was some great river, her cream, the sexual silt being flushed downriver to the sea. The gentle movement of her body dislodged a drop of condensation from the glass and it trickled down her arm, mirroring the imagined movement of cream within her cunt.

Katie moaned softly and immediately blushed as she realised Lauren was watching her. Had she ever been truly asleep, she wondered, as she felt the heat of her embarrassment radiate from her body. With no provocation whatsoever, her thoughts had turned to the most wanton they could be. She was such a fucking slut. What would she ever have done without Lauren? But wasn't it Lauren that had brought these feelings out in her? She had not been like this before becoming her classmate’s property.

Lauren smacked her lips and smiled and Katie knew instinctively what to do. She raised her body, though not as high as she would have liked due to her widely spread legs, and tipped the tall glass to her owner's lips, putting her other hand under the glass to prevent any drips from reaching the bed. Lauren drank multiple mouthfuls from the offered glass, her eyes never leaving those of her slave.

"Are you thirsty, Kitty," Lauren enquired once she had drunk her fill.

"Yes Miss."

"You may drink."

"Not from my glass. How dare you," Lauren said, slapping the young girl's face.

Katie almost dropped the glass, so stunned was she by the suddenness of the unexpected action. Her cheek stung, but the disappointment she felt at her failure hurt far more than the single slap.

"And now you have made a mess as well. Clean it, Kitty. No, put the glass down here, always on a coaster. Hurry up, get a washcloth and wipe up what you spilled."

Katie scurried from the room, a sense of dread filling her, constricting her chest and making her breath come in ragged gasps. She was so fucking stupid. How could she be such a fucking retard? As if she would have been allowed to drink from Lauren's glass. It was early in the morning, too early for a late-riser like her. She knew it wasn't much of an excuse and even as she thought it she knew it was bullshit and chastised herself for being even more stupid as to try and lie to herself.

She was back in the bedroom in moments, desperately dabbing at the small wet spot on the carpet, willing the darkened splotch to lighten. She didn't dare look at Lauren as she huddled on all fours and repeatedly tried to soak up the small stain. It was only water and it would dry, she knew, but that wasn't the point.

"Bring a bowl of water back with you Kitty."

Katie finished her cleaning and scrambled from the room, her brain still worrying at her failure like a dog with a bone. She made her way slowly back to her owner, careful not to spill a drop.

"Set it down Kitty. Now you may drink."

Katie flushed with humiliation as she lowered herself to all fours and began lapping the water from a bowl like the animal for which she was named. She could feel Lauren's eyes upon her and her blush deepened as she thought of the sight she must present. Only one thing could make it worse.

Just as the thought finished forming in her mind, she felt Lauren's fingers at her throat and, moments later, her leash dangled from her collar. How had she known? How was it possible that Lauren knew exactly what she was thinking? The young girl continued to lap the water from the bowl, drawing only meagre amounts of liquid into her mouth with each attempt. She could feel the gentle swing of the chain with each movement of her head and it made her feel her subservience all the more keenly.

"Enough, now come back to bed," Lauren commanded, punctuating her order with a sharp tug on the leash. "You were a naughty girl weren't you Kitty?"

"Yes Miss, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Next time it will be the cane my little slut. Now come here, bring those nice big boobs up here."

Joy burst inside the young girl as she crawled up her owner's body. Lauren wasn't mad any more. She had forgiven her, though Katie did not think she deserved it. She still couldn't believe how stupid she had been to do such a thing, but Lauren knew better than she did what behaviour deserved punishing. She could barely contain the exuberance she felt at not having ruined the morning. It had begun so perfectly and she had almost destroyed it by misbehaving in such a foolish way.

Katie moaned as Lauren's mouth closed over her right nipple, drawing the suddenly hard bud inside her. The moist heat that enveloped her sensitive skin was delicious. She closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensation. The young girl groaned a soft lament as Lauren switched to her other nipple, a shiver quivering down her right side as the cool air blew across the moistened skin. Even that brief moment of loss made her yearn for her nipple to be covered once more.

Katie lowered her body little by little, wanting, needing, Lauren to take more of the tender meat inside her. The schoolgirl felt a pulse in her pussy as her owner suckled at her breast, the insistent, rhythmic pressure unlike anything she had ever felt. How was such pleasure possible? At that very moment she wanted nothing more than to feel her owner's mouth around her. She hadn't known there were so many forms of pleasure one body could feel. She realised she knew nothing. Every day with Lauren was an education.

"Mmmm Kitty, kiss me you gorgeous little slut."

She was reluctant to relinquish the ecstasy of the suckling but she obediently moved back down the bed and kissed Lauren's soft lips with an intensity both girl's found intoxicating. They remained this way, lying side by side, for what felt like hours. Katie moaned as the kisses evolved from gentle, tender touches, to a deeper, more passionate play of tongue and mouth as their ardour grew.

Lauren's hand slid down her slave's body and wormed its way between Katie's legs. The schoolgirl's thighs parted eagerly, not wanting to provide any impediment to the questing fingers of her owner. She groaned as two fingers slipped inside her. They were quickly removed and Katie groaned again at the loss.

She felt a different pressure at her mouth and dutifully opened wider. She tasted her pussy as her tongue swirled around her owner's fingers, the familiar flavour like nothing else she had ever encountered. Her mouth was emptied with a pop and a moment later her pussy was filled again. Lauren continued with the rhythm she had set, feeding the panting schoolgirl the cream from her cunt, sliding her fingers deeper inside both holes with each repetition.

Katie could not believe how turned on she had become. She was on the edge of orgasm, the sensation becoming harder to fight the deeper Lauren delved. Her own fingers had found her owner's clit and she knew her attention was having the desired effect. The small movement of her left hand was her only concession as she lay back, completely subservient to her classmate, accepting the feeding absolutely.

Her chest tightened and her stomach clenched as Lauren's fingers slipped all the way to the back of her throat. The fingers were back in her pussy before she could react, the momentary gagging sensation forgotten until a moment later when they returned as deeply as before. Katie gagged again, her whole body tensing for just an instant. She couldn't take much more of this. Her mind had no ability to understand what was happening to her but each time her owner's slim fingers slid deeply to the back of her mouth she was so close to orgasm she knew she could not last much longer.

The moment Lauren's left hand joined in, two fingers slipping past her plump labia to squirm intently against the soft folds of her vagina, as the fingers of her right hand filled her mouth, she managed to mumble a barely intelligible request to come. She knew, even as her muscles tensed for the reflex she could not control, that if Lauren denied her she would come anyway. She could not hold back any longer.

"Yes my little slut. Come now. Come for me," Lauren panted, her own lust reaching its peak.

Katie's body bucked in the uncontrollable throes of her orgasm. Her legs trembled and tensed. At the same time her stomach and chest heaved as Lauren pushed her fingers a little further into the orgasmic schoolgirl's mouth. Katie's brain all but shut down as the intensity of her orgasm rocked her young mind. Two of her holes were filled, her body accepting one and rebelling against the other, the confusion caused served only to increase the power of the ecstasy that coursed through her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the slick fingers slid from her holes, allowing the young girl to finally come down from the peak of bliss at which she had teetered for what seemed like half the morning.

"Clean Kitty. Cleanliness is next to slutliness."

Katie opened her eyes and saw Lauren's right hand hovering above her mouth, long strings of ropey saliva tethering her owner's fingers to her still-parted lips. She raised her head slightly and noisily sucked the slimy strings back into her mouth. Once clean, Lauren switched hands, allowing Katie to taste her pussy once more.

She tried to think on what had just happened, but her mind was still lost in the entropic swirl of confusion, thoughts flashing one by one through her brain like a flickering film-reel out of control. Katie realised, out of nowhere, that her hand was still trapped between Lauren's tightly clenched thighs. She heard the tell-tale giggle as her fingers squirmed against her owner's hot pussy.

A bright smile burst across the young girl's face, her cheeks still flushed with arousal. Lauren had come too. The very thought had her laughing along with her owner, her girlish giggles creating an almost musical melody, an opera of pure joy as they joined those of her owner. The naked, sweating teenagers lay in each other's arms, their desires sated.

"Refresh my water Kitty," Lauren ordered, once their bodies had calmed and their breathing returned to normal.

Katie hesitated for just a fraction of a second, not wanting to get up, not wanting to leave Lauren. If they could have stayed in bed all day she knew it would be the best day of her young life. But the moment passed in the blink of an eye and she dutifully slid out of bed, her right hand trailing behind her, trying to stay connected to her owner until the last possible moment.

When she returned, music was once again playing, the same soft music as before. As she knelt beside the bed, offering the fresh glass of cool water to her owner, she listened to the music: the gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar, the haunting voice as it sang such beautiful, melancholy words. Katie didn't like all of Lauren's music, but this calmed her and made her feel safe, as if she was wrapped in a warm coat while snow fell, blanketing the world outside the window.

Lauren took the glass from the obedient schoolgirl and directed her to drink. Katie crawled to her bowl and leant down once more to lap the now tepid water. She still didn't understand why she felt so strange in this position. She should have felt humiliated by the demeaning act, and she was, but she could not ignore the fluttering in her belly, a sensation she knew to be anything but negative. She had an odd feeling that something was missing, as if something was not quite right. She thought about her leash, wondering when it had been removed, and blushed. Surely that was not it?

"Enough. Up," Lauren ordered, patting the empty space beside her, smoothing out the crumpled sheet as she waited for Katie to take her glass and put it on her desk.

"Miss?" Katie asked once she was safely snuggled into her owner.

"Mmmm?"

"What is this music?

"Like it do you Kitty?"

"Yes Miss."

"It’s Nick Drake. He was one of the truly beautiful people, a really gentle soul. He left behind so little, but what we have is so gorgeous. Can you feel it deep inside you Kitty? Can you feel it touch the very heart of you?"

"Yes Miss, it’s beautiful," Katie replied sincerely. Lauren spoke so eloquently and with such fervour that the young girl was dazed momentarily, caught up in the moment and her owner's passion.

"Miss how do you know so much about music?" Katie asked, eager to gain insight into this captivating girl that owned her.

"Because I don't just sit back and wait for things to fall in my lap, like some lazy little sluts I know." Katie felt the admonishment, knowing it was true, but she could hear the smile in her owner's voice, even without being able to see her face. "I seek out what interests me Kitty. I search for it, follow the clues, piece together the story from a comment here, a glimpse there and I take what I want and make it mine. It's how I got you."

Katie felt a quiet thrill pulse within her. She realised the truth in Lauren's words and a strange mix of emotions whirled within her. For seconds she couldn't focus on any one thing, but it soon became clear to the young girl, that one feeling was more prominent than all the rest. Katie realised she felt lucky.

"Come on my little slut, we can't stay here all day no matter how nice that would be."

Lauren slapped Katie's ass until she scrambled out of bed and stood at attention in the middle of the room. Lauren smiled to see the naked schoolgirl so compliant, so ready to serve. She had thought about staying in bed with this gorgeous little slut, just enjoying the feel of her soft body next to hers. There was just too much to do. There would be other days. She had to remind herself again that Katie wasn't going anywhere. She had to curb her youthful exuberance, fight the feeling that she had to do everything right then and there. She was only sixteen and she often felt as if she was running out of time.

"Exercises."

Katie immediately fell to the floor to begin her first set. She had secretly hoped that she might get out of having to do her exercises today but Lauren was having none of it. She could hear typing from behind her and couldn't help but wonder what her owner was doing. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. It wasn't her business and she had to focus on what she had been told to do.

Her routine was physically stressful but even as she counted the creamy pussys of each set, her mind wandered. She wondered what they would do today, wondered what Lauren would choose for her to wear, but what occupied most of her imaginings was her body. Her pussy almost never left her thoughts. It was kind of hard not to think of her pussy, its taste filled her mouth and the occasional tremble deep inside her, the remnant of her recent orgasm, let her know just how sexual a being she truly was.

"Kitty wants to serve." Katie stood panting, happy to have finished her morning exercises. Even though her muscles ached a little, it was a good ache. It let her know she was improving, she was becoming the girl Lauren wanted her to be. She looked at her classmate sitting at the computer, her back to her, and quickly started prancing.

She had almost forgotten to begin her warming down. She lifted each leg slowly, making sure the knee reached her hip and her toes remained pointed, flexing her slim calves in a way she knew was attractive. She continued to high-step on the spot as her breathing calmed and the sweat dried on her naked body. It was a demeaning action, to be sure, prancing on the spot like some animal being trained for display, but she couldn’t deny the lust-filled pulses that travelled down her vagina and burst upon her plump vulva in tiny tingling shocks. How was it possible that some of the humiliating tasks she was set were now also becoming a part of her arousal? She didn’t really want either feeling,  sometimes she just wanted to feel nothing. Things would be so much easier.

"Run a shower, Kitty."

"Yes Miss."

Katie hurried from the room and started the shower, testing the water to make sure it would be perfect for when her owner arrived. She shivered at the delicious warmth of the falling water. It felt like a year since she had felt the beautiful comfort of a hot shower. That dirty word reared its ugly word once more. She instantly dismissed it, chastising herself for even thinking it.

She didn't understand why she had to shower in cold water but it was fair. She had to stop being so stupid. She had thought she had already won this argument with herself and totally stopped thinking things were unfair. Lauren knew what was best. She rarely understood it and often had trouble accepting it but this was her life now. She belonged to Lauren, that at least was not in dispute, it was just that it was sometimes really hard, knowing that choice was not something that was part of her life anymore.

Katie jumped when Lauren patted her head. She had been kneeling patiently, listening to the water fall against the tiles, watching the pattern the steam made on the glass walls of the shower, and had not heard her owner arrive. She smiled at the momentary fear she had felt, feeling silly, and watched, captivated, as Lauren stepped into the shower. The water ran down her owner's toned body, cascading sensually over every curve. Lauren was so beautiful, her lithe athlete's body mesmerising the young schoolgirl as she turned slowly under the falling water.

"Come Kitty," Lauren said, patting her thigh gently.

Katie burst forward, beaming. This was all that she had wanted. She crawled over the raised step and into the shower, the tension visibly leaving her body as the deliciously warm water splashed on her skin. Once she was inside she began to rise, only to have Lauren grab her hair and twist her head viciously towards the floor. Katie fell back to her knees and quickly pushed her hands behind her back, wanting to show Lauren her obedience. She had obviously angered her owner by standing up without permission and she was desperate to make amends.

Her head was yanked to the right and she tried her best to shuffle her body to follow her owner's forceful movements. Lauren did not stop until she had maouevred the naked girl into the far corner, the back of her head pushed firmly into the tiled corner. Katie spread her legs but not quickly enough nor fast enough for her owner and each thigh was slapped repeatedly until they were flush with each wall. Her head was jerked back again, straining her neck and forcing her face to the ceiling.

"When you shower with me, this is where you go. Don't presume above your place, Kitty," Lauren said, emphasising her words with a sharp slap to the young girl's upturned face.

"Yes Miss," Katie replied meekly, shocked by the sudden violence of her correction. It was a lesson she would not soon forget. She stayed squatting in the corner, her buttocks resting on her ankles, her arms trapped behind her, pushing into the still cool tiles, legs spread obscenely wide, as Lauren washed her hair and body.

Katie's body slowly warmed up, receiving only the occasional wayward spray of water deflected from her owner's body. She was glad that the water masked the tears that had welled in her eyes, not wanting her owner to see her upset. Her cheek still stung but it was the knowledge that she had raised Lauren's ire that upset the young girl.

As Lauren finished rinsing her body she looked down at the young girl for the first time since placing her slave in position. Katie flashed her a timid, fearful smile and hoped desperately for it to be returned. She almost rose to her feet and embraced her owner when that familiar and oh-so-beautiful smile curved Lauren's mouth. It was the wicked grin that she had seen so often, and Katie knew it heralded something in which she would be involved, intimately. Lauren turned her back on Katie and stepped backwards, forcing her ass out until the tight curves rested only an inch from the squatting schoolgirl's face.

"Open. Now lick, Kitty. I didn't say move, slut. Lick what is presented. That's my girl, lick my asshole like a good slave."

At the first command Katie had instinctively tried to push her tongue against  her owner's pussy, the slim, bare lips just out of reach. It wasn't until Lauren spelled it out for her that she realised what she was being told to do. She had never thought she would ever do something like that. She had never really thought she would ever eat a pussy either, or be the possession of another person for that matter. Yet she had done all those things and more, and now she was expected to do perform yet another act that she couldn't help but feel was wrong.

She could just see Lauren's tightly puckered asshole, the delicate pink muscle clenching rhythmically as if inviting her attention. She remembered the homework Lauren had set her, took a deep breath and slid her tongue along the tight pink rosette. She knew her face had turned crimson the moment she realised the degrading act she had no choice but to perform, though no one would ever see with Lauren's buttocks pressing against her, smothering her scalding face.

Katie licked, long slow movements. She was hesitant at first but the pleasured moans of her owner, and her insistent commands soon had the young girl lapping eagerly, her tongue swirling over and around the pulsing muscle. She wanted to please her owner, but the thought of what she was doing, that her mouth was somewhere it ought not to be, never left her. She did her best to keep her thoughts under control, wanting to focus on pleasing Lauren instead of her captivity and lack of consent.

"Fuck it Kitty. Get that tongue right in there."

Katie clenched her hands behind her and obediently hardened her tongue into the little spear she had used to such effect on the pussy that lay only an inch away. She felt Lauren's sphincter move beneath her mouth as her tongue speared the centre of the tiny circle. Lauren clenched and moaned each time the tongue darted in. Water from Lauren's back slid down between her buttocks and splashed across Katie's face as her tongue diligently worked her owner's ass.

"Good girl. A slave reveres all of her owner's body, serving in any way she can."

Lauren broke off her lecture and groaned, her hands sliding across the slick glass walls of the shower. She had wanted to say more, so much more that Katie needed to hear but she was too aroused. Directing the young girl as she ate her asshole was too much for her. She changed the angle of her body and instantly felt Katie's tongue on her pussy.

"Clit. Lips over, Kitty. Now purr for me. Purr my little Kitty cat. Show me how happy your owner's pussy makes you."

Katie did as she was told, glad that her tongue was no longer trying to force its way past Lauren's tight sphincter, though now her nose had taken its place. She closed her lips obediently around the small, hard bud and purred, forcing air across her tongue and vibrating it against the roof of her mouth. She was instantly rewarded with a moan from Lauren, a deep, primal sound that was accompanied by a sudden tension in the young girl's body.

Katie kept purring, drawing breath quickly and letting it out, long and slow, transferring the delicious sensation of vibration to Lauren's clit. The orgasm hit hard and fast and Katie felt her owner's body quiver as she was overcome. She tried to keep purring, leaning out from her corner to follow, but Lauren stepped away, leaning against the wall before sliding to her knees.

Without thinking, Katie left her corner and wrapped Lauren in a loving embrace. She pulled her still quivering owner to her, comforting and caressing her body as her climax faded. Only as Lauren turned to kiss her neck did Katie realise she had broken position. Her vision was blurred by the constant falling water but she was sure Lauren was not upset. She accepted the tender kiss and slowly unwrapped her body from that of her owner's and slid back into the corner, trapping her arms behind her and spreading her legs wide once more.

She would have stayed with her owner until the water ran out, until night fell once more, until the very end of time itself, but she knew she should be back in position. She felt it like some invisible force gently tugging her back into the corner. She had wanted to stay, but she knew where she should be.

Lauren sat on the floor of the shower and stared at the squatting girl. She was too dazed even to smile, but the sense of joy, the suffusion of power through her body caused every inch of her skin to tingle. Katie, her slut, had risked punishment to comfort her, but, knowing her place, had crept back into position without being told. Lauren ran through the thought again, slowly, before finally accepting the beauty of what she had seen.

"Up, Kitty," Lauren ordered.

Katie gratefully scrambled to her feet. She had been worried that Lauren would punish her but it seemed as if her indiscretion had been forgiven, though not forgotten, of that she was sure. Her owner didn't seem to forget anything. Katie allowed herself to be manipulated into position, her body relaxed and compliant as Lauren moved her arms up and across one corner, pushing her legs wide until the young girl was spreadeagled, facing into a corner of the shower.

Katie squirmed under her owner's touch, but revelled in the sensuous caresses as Lauren bathed her. Her hair was washed, her head bouncing back and forth on her loose neck as Lauren lathered the shampoo with a youthful vigour. Katie realised she was moaning softly through barely parted lips as her body was soaped and scrubbed by her owner. It was such a heavenly feeling that Katie desperately wished she was dirtier and dirtier, stained deeply so Lauren would continue to clean her petite teenage body.

She bit her lip as soapy fingers slipped between her legs, sliding smoothly over her labia and on past her tightly clenched asshole. She could not help but think of what she had so recently done, but right now she didn't care. She had licked the ass of her owner. So what? She had been ordered to do it and obedience was all that mattered.

Too soon, her body was rinsed and Lauren turned her around to survey her glistening, clean property. Nothing in the world could be more exciting than possessing another person, and especially one as delectable as the little slut that stood before her, naked in all her glory. She had planned for so long, twisting every angle of every scenario.

She had spent many a sleepless night contemplating the plan she knew she had to enact. Once she had passed those initial stages she had no choice, it had become a compulsion that only became stronger as each piece of the puzzle fell into place. And now here she was, the owner of a slave, a girl her own age and one of the cutest things she had ever laid eyes on. Lauren was so happy she thought she would burst.

Instead she twisted the young girl's long wet locks in her hands and forced Katie back against the wall, forcing her head back and kissing her forcefully, mashing her lips against those of the startled teen. Almost instantly the subjugated schoolgirl responded, pushing back against her owner, opening her mouth to allow the intimate intrusion. Katie was excited by Lauren's passion. She made her owner feel this way, she knew Lauren liked her and wanted her and she knew it was more than just wanting to own her, she really liked her for who she was. All she had to do was be good, behave herself and keep Lauren happy.

"Enough, you little slut," Lauren panted, pushing herself away from the eager schoolgirl. "Get my towel."

Katie licked her lips, feeling the loss of her owner's attention. Lauren had an unbelievable power over her. It was almost as if she was addicted to the very touch of her classmate. She dutifully fetched a clean towel and held it out, waiting patiently as Lauren turned off the shower and stepped out. Katie immediately wrapped the towel around the naked, dripping body of her lover and spent the next few minutes drying her diligently, ignoring the cooling of her own body.

Once she had finished Lauren allowed Katie to dry her body before she cleaned the small puddles from the floor and the young girl was thankful that she had been given such a concession. The morning was going so well, Lauren was happy, which made her happy. She had made a couple of mistakes but she had been good, she knew she had, and Lauren was rewarding her. They were only little things but they meant a lot to the submissive teenager.

Lauren had left the room the moment she was dry and Katie hurried now to find her. She was already dressed in panties and t-shirt by the time Katie joined her. The young girl moved into the centre of the room and stood at attention, waiting for her owner’s acknowledgement. This was one of the hardest things she had to do now. Waiting patiently for Lauren to pay her any attention, when she was mere feet, away was torture. Katie felt small and lost as she waited while Lauren busied herself at the desk.

"Sit."

Katie was in the chair in two quick steps, her feelings of loneliness banished in an instant. She sat on the hard wooden chair and spread her legs wide, more instinct than intent. Lauren smiled down at the pretty young girl and began brushing her damp hair in long, slow motions. She loved Katie's hair: straight, jet-black and silky. It shined in the light, the brush sliding easily through the long, thick locks.

"Play with yourself Kitty. Just showing that fat cunt off is a bit of a waste."

Katie's hands moved tremblingly between her legs, her breath catching as they made contact with the sensitive flesh she had chosen to display. Her arousal grew as Lauren brushed her hair and her fingers moved faster, pressing harder with each stroke. She felt her cream trickle from her vagina long before she had a chance to see. She thought she could smell the first traces from her pussy but she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination or maybe just the lingering remnant of their lovemaking.

"Good Kitty. Are you hungry?"

"Yes Miss," Katie replied a little hesitantly, wondering, this time, just what Lauren meant. She really was hungry, for food, and the very mention of it only increased the rumble in her belly.

"Ok then, breakfast time," Lauren said, putting down the brush and fixing the leash to Katie's collar. Lauren looked at the young girl, her hair combed out to a glistening black curtain that draped past her slim shoulders. She couldn’t wait for it to grow until it cascaded down her back and brushed the top of the sweet curves of her buttocks. She would not allow a cut until her vision was fulfilled.

Katie followed Lauren obediently down the stairs, feeling her own lack of clothing with every step. She watched Lauren's bottom move as she walked, her tight buttocks shifting so beautifully beneath the tight black panties. Lauren was not wearing much but she was covered enough to make Katie feel more exposed than when she was alone. Being naked around someone who was clothed made her feel strangely small and vulnerable.

"Pancakes. You like pancakes, Kitty?"

"Oh yes Miss."

"Well if you are good you might just be allowed some. Now come and watch, next time you will be making them." Lauren led her young charge into the kitchen. "Actually, hurry upstairs and get my brown belt, the wide one with the gold clasp."

Katie opened her mouth to take the handle of the leash even before it was offered. Lauren smiled as she traced the line of the young girl's jaw, happy to see her slave taking to her lessons so quickly. She popped the leash between the young girl's parted lips and gave each nipple a quick pinch to send her on her way.

When she returned, her nipples still hard, Katie dropped to her knees next to Lauren and offered her the belt, hoping it was the right one. There were two that looked similar but this was slightly wider and she had made her choice quickly. Lauren took the belt from the young girl and fastened it around her waist, cinching in the small yellow t-shirt, pulling the material tighter, accentuating her small budding bosom.

"Actually Kitty, I think you would look pretty with a belt too. Bottom drawer of the dresser in my room. Bring down one coil of rope."

Katie had wondered for but a moment what kind of belt she would wear, if she would also be allowed to put on some other clothes. It had been stupid of her to think that but she hadn't been able to help it. Despite knowing her current state of undress was how Lauren wanted her, she really did want some clothing. Just a bra and panties would have made her happy and put her at ease. Now it would be worse, she was going to be tied up somehow. Maybe Lauren would just make a belt from the rope, just like she had said, but Katie thought that hope a slim one.

The bottom drawer of Lauren's dresser was covered with a sheet, but once she had drawn that back she was met with a plethora of instruments that made her pause. She could see the rope neatly coiled, something she had as yet been unable to master, the cane, the pain of which she still remembered and a number of other items that she didn't quite understand the usage of. Her tiny stash was hidden as best she could, somewhere she was sure no one could ever find it and here was all this... stuff, just covered with a sheet.

She picked up one coil of rope and hurried downstairs, not wanting to be accused of dawdling. What was the other stuff in the drawer for? When would she find out? She was sure that she would find out, and not by having it described to her. The thought gave her pause.

As much as she loved spending time with Lauren, making love to her and enjoying their blossoming friendship, the realisation that she was the property of another girl, a toy to be played with, came back to her with full force. She never truly forgot, but when the time she spent with Lauren was so nice and she could make her so happy just by behaving, it was easy to bury that truth deep inside her.

She sank to her knees and presented the rope to Lauren, who was busy fussing over the ingredients for the pancakes. She had to wait a minute until Lauren had everything just right before she turned to the young girl and bade her stand.

Katie stood still, her body ever-compliant, as Lauren tied her hands behind her, before looping the rope round and around her waist, creating a tight belt  that dramatically cinched the delicate skin of her belly. Lauren finished the young girl's restraint by securing her hands in the small of her back, tying the rope so tightly that each minor tug or struggle pulled viciously on the belt around her tiny waist.

Only then did Lauren remove the handle of the leash from Katie's mouth, first holding it out for the tied teenager to remove the dribble of saliva that coated it. Lauren unclasped the leash, looped it through the belt at her own waist, before threading the leash through the handle and reattaching it to her slave's collar. She slid the leash around her belt until it rested in the small of her back, tugging it gently to be sure it was sitting correctly.

Katie was now not only tightly secured, her own hands tied behind her back, but she was also tethered to her owner. Lauren was free to cook while still keeping her slut close-by and out of trouble. Everything was set, now breakfast could begin.

"Watch and listen, Kitty. A slave needs to know how to cook to please her owner. How many times do you think a slave should be shown something before she learns it?"

"Um, once Miss?"

"Good girl."

Katie watched and listened intently as Lauren proceeded to cook pancakes. It was an easy recipe and she was sure that when it came time for her to step up and make them for her owner she would be ready. She followed Lauren around the kitchen like a shadow, never letting the pretty girl get more than a few feet away. Early on, she had been a little too slow to react and her leash had grown taut, tugging gently on the belt that encircled Lauren's waist.  The look she had received had made her blood run cold and she had been extra diligent from that moment forward.

"Down and wait," Lauren ordered, indicating a spot next to the kitchen table before unclipping the leash from the young girl's collar.

Katie knelt obediently, spreading her legs widely as she had been taught. She was joined a moment later as Lauren placed a large plate of pancakes, a bottle of maple syrup and a tall glass of orange juice on the table. Katie could smell the beautiful aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and when Lauren drizzled the maple syrup over the tall stack, smothering the delicate, fluffy circles in a river of rich, dark liquid, her mouth began to water. She loved pancakes and it would be a huge difference from the bland bran that she had been forced to eat that week.

Katie watched every movement Lauren made as she cut into the stack and began devouring the piping hot pancakes. She closed her mouth, pursing her lips together, afraid that she would start drooling on herself. She thought of Max, and how he reacted when he was anywhere around food. He licked his lips, long strings of drool hanging from his mouth, as she waited patiently for a morsel to be snuck to him or for something to fall to the ground where he could quietly slink in and snatch it up before he was noticed. Katie felt a gentle flush of shame, her cheeks mottling a delicate pink as she compared herself to a dog. But she was sitting by the side of her owner, waiting patiently to be fed what more apt comparison was there?

Katie waited and watched, her eyes following Lauren’s hand from plate to mouth. She licked her lips each time a juicy forkful disappeared inside Lauren’s mouth. The young girl didn’t realise what she was doing, so focused was she on the quickly vanishing food, her only distraction the bite of the rope around her waist that intruded upon her thoughts from time to time.

She had initially squirmed against the discomfort, twisting her hands at the frustrating lack of movement and the painful constriction of the rope, but each petulant pull against her bonds only served to increase the uncomfortable sensation around her waist. She wished she didn’t have to be tied so tightly, but there was nothing she could do. What was worse ws that her elbows pointed out behind her, forcing her chest forward. As if her breasts weren’t exposed enough.

The stack of pancakes was almost half gone before Lauren turned towards her patient slave. Katie opened her mouth eagerly, watching the dripping food-filled fork slowly make its way towards her. She had to fight the urge to lean forward, knowing that such eagerness was naughty. She had to wait until her owner decided she would be fed, but it was hard to watch the plump slice of pancake hover before her, the mouth-watering aroma wafting into her flared nostrils. Finally, after what felt like an hour of teasing, Lauren pushed the fork forward and Katie’s mouth closed gratefully around the tiny morsel of food.

The pancakes were soft and amazingly sweet, syrup squelching between her teeth each time she chewed. Katie finished the mouthful in moments, relishing the taste of the brief delight. Her second mouthful followed soon after but the greedy young girl yearned for more. A wash of excitement swept over her at the tantalising anticipation of being fed like a pet, shame mottling her pretty cheeks at the feelings she could not control.

Her obedience came easily, as if she had been bred for it. She no longer understood herself, her body reacting in ways she could never have imagined, her mind accepting things, finding pleasure in places she would never have expected. She didn’t know what had happened to her but she had changed, fundamentally. She no longer knew who Katie Thomas was. She didn’t even feel like she knew that girl.

Lost in her daydreams, Katie opened her mouth a fraction too late. Her lips dislodged the small piece of pancake perched precariously on the incoming fork. The syrup-drenched bite bounced off her breast and landed on the floor between her legs. Katie paled at the thought of what she had done, her wide, frightened eyes sought out those of her owner, trying desperately to apologise for her failure.

“Right," Lauren snapped.  "You don’t want what I have to offer, Kitty? Ok. You can have a special breakfast.”

Lauren slid her chair out from the table, the high-pitched squealing as it scraped along the tiles making Katie wince. Her face burned with the shame of her deficiency and her eyes followed her owner as the stalked into the kitchen. She was in trouble. She could tell from Lauren’s body language that she was annoyed, her movements short and sharp, the normal lithe motion now clipped and stilted by the intense emotions that surged, barely restrained, within her. 

Tears welled in Katie’s eyes as she hung her head, not wanting to watch her owner any longer. She couldn’t bear to see Lauren this way, especially knowing that she was the cause. Why couldn’t she just behave for one day? Why couldn’t she just be good? She pulled against her restraints, her lack of freedom suddenly galling the young girl, and instantly regretted her moment of ill-temper, gasping as the tight rope pinched her waist. Tiny tears dropped onto the smooth skin of her breasts. Katie lifted her head and tried to blink back the salty tears, not wanting Lauren to such weakness. It was silly, she knew. Lauren had seen her at her most vulnerable, she had seen her blubbering like a baby, but still she felt she needed to be strong.

The naked schoolgirl jumped, startled by the sudden loud, whirring noise from the kitchen. She gasped as the jarring movement tugged against her strict restraints. She looked to see what Lauren was doing but could see nothing but her owner’s back, her soft brown hair resting daintily on her shoulders. Lauren had such pretty hair, it was such a rich brown and moved with such vivacity, as if it had a life of its own. Katie loved to see it bobbing gently in a ponytail or hanging free, framing Lauren’s pretty face.

She remembered seeing Lauren just that morning, her shining hair lying gently across her bare shoulders, the slight wave towards the tip seemingly caressing the smooth teenage skin. She had wanted that to be her hands. She remembered the feeling, the almost uncontrollable urge, she had felt to slide her hands up under the delicate curtain and stroke the soft skin.

Katie shook her head to banish her dreamy imaginings, wondering why she could never keep her thoughts straight when she was around Lauren. She could have been thinking about sixteenth century glass-blowing techniques and without fail, her thoughts would turn to her owner’s body, or her own or some combination thereof. She had barely gone five minutes without thinking something sexual and it was beginning to get to her.

She didn’t want to be constantly focusing on her pussy, wondering on its wetness or contemplating her owner’s cute body, the way her cheeky smile sent her belly aflutter or the way her pale-blue eyes seemed to strip away all of her defences and make her feel vulnerable and exposed as if Lauren knew everything about her. She had seemingly lost control of even her thoughts and she was more than a little disturbed by the development.

"Ok Kitty,come over here. Breakfast is served."

Katie waddled on her knees to the spot Lauren indicated. She didn't have far to go but her movement was badly hampered by her bondage and the uncomfortable journey made her knees ache. She looked up pleadingly at her owner, her eyes briefly flickering to the large jug she held.

"Too late for that Kitty. Next time don't be such a little cunt. Now eat."

Katie watched, fresh tears trickling down her cheeks, as Lauren tipped the contents of the jug directly onto the tiled floor. The thick gloop that slopped onto the cool white tiles looked like it had already been eaten once. It was a lumpy, gruel-like mixture that plopped onto the floor with the most unappetising of sounds. The kneeling teen grimaced at each wet squelch as yet another blob of the brown mass joined the growing pile.

"Get that look off your face, it's all good for you. You've got bran, banana, a handful of boysenberries, yoghurt and a few squirts of fish-oil to kickstart that sluggish brain of yours."

The description of the contents of the brownish goop did not make the young girl feel any better about it. Katie knelt looking from the small pile on the floor then up at her owner, her eyes wide, glistening with tears. She didn't trust herself to speak, but her distress was evident in every muscle of her face.

Lauren was unmoved. She grabbed a fistful of Katie's hair, close in to her scalp and kicked her knees none too gently. The naked schoolgirl shuffled back as best she could, stopping only when Lauren finished nudging her. She could do little else with her hands secured so tightly behind her back. Once she was in position, Lauren pushed her head forward gently until her centre of gravity shifted and she began to topple forward.

Katie paniced, her arms flexing frantically, each not-so-gentle tug causing the naked teen to moan in her self-induced pain. As she overbalanced, Lauren took up the slack and supported her slim body by the hand clasped firmly in her hair. Katie's body arched and flexed, doing her best to right herself, or at the very least to alleviate the growing pain in her scalp. She yelped as she neared the floor and even more weight was supported by her hair as her body arched, her back bowing as she searched for the floor.

Katie moaned in relief as first her thighs and then her belly finally rested on the floor. Lauren continued to lower the grunting girl slowly, her breasts eventually coming into contact with the cool tiles. Even once her body was down, Lauren held her head off the floor, her hand twisted in Katie's beautiful black hair. The frightened teen was glad that her body was finally down but tears fell freely as Lauren refused to relinquish her hold, her pretty neck straining as her owner pulled her forward.

"Come on, Kitty. Forward. A little more, there. You will eat every last drop. That floor will be pristine before you are allowed to move. You're going to need your energy today."

Katie had wormed her way forward, her owner's insistent tugging on her hair showing her the way. Despite the strenuous movement, her body had grown cold, the cool tiles sucking the warmth from her. She had felt her nipples harden even as the weight of her body mashed her soft breasts into the hard flooring. Her face was now directly over the pile of blended food and she could see the mixture congealing into large lumps.

"Hmm, keep your head out of your food until I come back Kitty. I don't want your hair getting messed up."

Katie flexed the muscles in her neck to keep her face out of the small pyramid of pulped food. Lauren gathered her hair together and laid it smoothly down her back before disappearing from the room. The young girl took the chance to look down at the mess below her. She knew it was food, it was just that in it's current state it looked more like something that might come out the other end. She could see small pieces of banana and the odd dark smear left by a mashed boysenberry. It smelt ok, the banana overriding the dry bran smell, but her swift evaluation made it no more appetizing than before.

Katie was thankful when she heard her owner return, unsure how much longer she could have kept her face out of the mess. Her hair was gathered once more and then tied tightly, close to her scalp in a severe ponytail. She felt something at her fingers and tensed them instinctively, her reward a series of sharp slaps to each buttock.

The distressed teen yelped as her ass stung but her lesson was learnt and she kept her fingers still as Lauren tied the cord from her ponytail around them, securing her hair. There was a slight tension in both her fingers and scalp and as she lowered herself slightly she felt it grow in both areas.

"Eat," Lauren commanded, returning to her own breakfast.

She watched Katie's first, tentative attempt as she chewed on a large mouthful of her delicious, syrup-soaked pancakes. She was sure the little slut was learning her lesson now. The nude teen's face lowered gently towards the clumpy gruel, her mouth parting slightly, lips drawing back from her teeth as she closed in on the topmost clump.

Katie bit off a small mouthful and began to chew. She had raised her head after retrieving the tiny bite, relieving the tension in her fingers. She ground the sodden mass between her teeth, eventually swallowing without relish. The taste wasn't too bad. It was the consistency, and the fact that she was eating directly from the floor that upset her. Even Max got to eat from a bowl.

Her body ached as she continued to eat bite after bite of the cold mess. Her unyielding restraints had been bad enough when she was kneeling, but now, with her body pressed into the smooth floor, unable to support herself in any way, the tight rope was an ever-present frustration. The moment her body had lain to rest on the floor, the loops that cinched her waist so wickedly, had moved from mere discomfort to intense pain.

"Spread your legs Kitty. Now draw your feet back. Good, now you don't look so lazy."

Her new position was even more painful as it increased the pressure on her arched back. Her feet now resting close to her thighs. The humiliation of showing off her pussy in this degrading position barely registered. It was the comment about her laziness that had cut the young girl so deeply but at least she was allowed to hold the position on her own. If she failed she knew her feet would be tied, severely and tightly to her thighs, something she wished to avoid at all costs.

Tears rolled down her cheeks to join the small smears of lumpy gruel that had stuck to her face. More than half the puddle had disappeared and she was soon down to only the small lumps that rested directly on the tiles. Each time she lowered her head was a little harder than the last. The tie that kept her hair from becoming dirty had been tied too tight. Her fingers were pulled painfully each time she retrieved a mouthful and now that she was down to the floor itself, even sliding her fingers towards forward, as much as her restraints would allow, gave her no relief.

She tried not to think of how she had come to be in this position, for each time she did, her tears began anew. Katie was still licking the last dregs from the floor when the phone rang, startling the young girl. She almost choked on the mouthful of slop she had just sucked into her mouth. She had been able to reach and devour all the drier, thicker clumps of the mixture and what was left was a thin, lumpy slime that tended to defy her attempts at collection. She had resorted to noisily suckling the mess through pursed lips, cringing inwardly each time she did so, waiting to hear her owner admonish her for making too much noise.

"Hey."

"Just having breakfast"

"Pancakes."

Yeah you wish, cow."

"Since when?"

"Oh come on, you..."

'That's stu... That's just plain retarded."

"What do you think I can do about it?"

"Oh really?"

"Really?"

"Really, really?"

"When?"

"Ok, pick me up."

Katie had listened to the one-sided conversation, knowing she shouldn't, it was none of her business, but not being able to help herself. She wondered what it was all about and what Lauren had meant by her last statement. She shouldn't really have been wasting her time thinking such things, she knew. The hardest part of her ordeal was yet to come and she should have been focusing on that. The only part of her breakfast that was left was the watery slime that she had been, so far, unable to collect. She knew she would have to lick the floor intently to be able to collect what remained.

"Stop mucking around Kitty. If you aren't finished by the time I get back, those plump buttocks will be reacquainted with the cane."

Katie increased her pace, lapping the smooth tiles feverishly. She had to clean everything, she just had to. Everything had gone so wrong and it had all been her fault. If she was going to get this day back on track, she needed to start now. She moaned as she pushed her head all the way to the floor, pain spiking in her scalp and her tortured fingers. The movement also caused the bindings at her wrist and waist to bite into her tender flesh and she was soon moaning continuously.

Her world had contracted down to the one square tile in front of her. She painfully squirmed forward to reach the last tiny remnant of her breakfast. Her tongue had cleaned the last traces of liquid but in doing so had pushed a small wave of viscous substance ahead of her. She heard movement on the stairs behind her and wiggled her shoulders frantically, drawing her body slowly forward to eat the last tiny slurp before her owner returned.

"Feet down Kitty."

Nooooo, Katie screamed to herself. She was so close, her tongue was so close, there was just one last brown smear on the tiles. It was right there. She contemplated ignoring her owner's command, reaching out to lap up the final trickle of her breakfast as if she didn't hear but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was trying to make Lauren happy and if that meant taking some cane strokes on her ass then she would do it.

The moment she lowered her feet to the ground, pain exploded across her exposed buttocks. The agonising sting was like nothing she remembered. She screamed as her body jerked, tightening her restraints. The cane fell again, flattening her tender white mounds with the force of the blow, a thin red welt instantly forming across the young flesh. Katie grunted and yelped as a third and forth stroke landed in quick succession.

The sobbing teenager was still absorbing the punishment as Lauren unravelled the tie around her fingers. For a brief second the wicked tension in her hair was gone, though Katie barely noticed through the pulsing pain that radiated from her abused buttocks. The young girl grunted once more, low and guttural as Lauren pulled her forward by her ponytail and pushed her face to the floor.

Katie's open mouth closed over the last small smear of watery food and finally cleaned the tile of all traces of her breakfast. Nothing was left but the thin, glistening sheen of her saliva. The floor was much cleaner than when she had started, and thought of what she had potentially licked from the heavy-traffic area made her balk.

"To your feet Kitty," Lauren ordered, dragging the young girl scrambling upwards by her hair. "I have to go out for a bit. Are you going to be a good girl while I am gone?"
"Yes Miss, I will," sobbed the helpless schoolgirl. She felt wretched for what she had done, for how she had ruined the morning and even when given a chance, had been unable to redeem herself.

"Good. I want the ground floor vacuumed and tidy by the time I come home. When you finish that you can start dusting the lounge. Everything you will need is in the cupboard in the laundry. You are not allowed upstairs, Kitty. Now give me your hands."

Katie turned around obediently, her shoulders heaving with fresh sobs. Lauren swiftly untied the ropes from her hands and waist and pain rushed back into her extremities. She flexed her fingers, gasping as the movement brought sharp spikes of discomfort. Almost immediately she lifted her tingling hands towards her face, eager to clean off the food that had stuck to her face like glue. She could feel it drying on her face, small lumps tightening the skin around her mouth and chin. It was a maddening sensation and the inability to clean it as she ate had been yet another annoyance. Lauren’s hand whipped out and slapped Katie left breast, the tender flesh whipping sideways with the force of the blow. She staggered backwards, stunned as much by the pain in her breast as by the shock of the violence.

“And just what do you think you are doing, Kitty?”

“Um,” sniffed the young girl, too dazed to think straight.

“Well, what were you about to do?”

“Clean my face Miss.”

“I see. My memory mustn’t be working properly this morning. When did I give you permission to do that?”

“Um, sorry Miss. I didn’t, you didn’t… sorry,” replied the dejected young girl, hanging her head in shame, not wanting to see the sight of her owner’s stern face judging her and finding her wanting.

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure you stick to what you are told. I don’t know what has gotten into you this morning. Hands out.”

The sniffling schoolgirl dejectedly offered her hands in front of her body and stood weeping silently as Lauren tied them once again. Katie paid little attention, too preoccupied with wallowing in self-pity. At a particularly sharp tug she looked down at what her owner had done and wondered at the very different restraints that enveloped her wrists. Lauren had somehow tied her hands and then contrived a sort of rope pole between her wrists, keeping them a good eight inches apart. The rope had been coiled round and round a central core providing her with some movement, but she could not bring her hands together. The rope connection flexed as she moved her hands but she could do no more than bow it slightly.

Lauren was far from finished. A second rope was once again tied devilishly tight around her waist, tightening the tender flesh of her belly and providing the young girl with a rather severe hourglass figure. Even as she gasped with the sharp tugs as the belt was secured, all Katie could think on was ‘where did the second rope come from’.  She marvelled at the way her brain worked, not very well if the evidence of the last half hour was anything to go by. Thinking her bondage was complete, the young girl tossed back her head, and sniffed deeply, trying to clear her nose of the blockage her crying had caused.

“Stop snivelling, Kitty. It sounds disgusting.”

Fresh tears trickled from Katie’s red eyes as she tried to blink away the obfuscating blur that prevented her from seeing her surroundings. She couldn’t do anything right. She could feel the trickle of mucus tickling her nostrils. She couldn’t quite see it, but she knew something was hanging from her nose. She could feel the sticky string dangling from the tip of her nose, feel it swinging freely as she moved. Her melancholy musings were interrupted by a sharp jerk on the rope enveloping her waist. Lauren had still not finished securing her for the coming ordeal.

Katie obediently shuffled her legs apart as she felt Lauren’s hands slide between them. She shivered at the delicious warmth as her thighs were brushed but could not enjoy it, knowing that it was but a passing touch, not meant for comfort or enjoyment. She kept her eyes in front, staring at the other side of the kitchen, desperately wanting to know what Lauren was doing but not wanting gravity to work against her and force more of the ropey slime from her nose. She felt movement at her pussy and nibbled at her lower lip, anxious at what was to be done to her now.

Lauren ignored the young girl’s plight and pushed onward with her work. She didn’t have very long before her ride was here and she needed this little slut tied and secure before that. She hadn’t planned on tying her at all but the little shit's behaviour had taken a tumble that she would have to think about when she got back. Did it have anything to do with the fact that her lust had been sated? Lauren had allowed her to come a number of times. Had that had an effect on her behaviour? Was her willingness to please and her obedience affected so much by her arousal? She really didn’t have time to think about it now. She pulled the two loose ends of the rope between Katie’s legs, sliding one length on either side of the plump lips of her pussy. Once past, she twisted the rope twice and then brought it up to the tight belt she had tied around the young girl’s waist, and forced the twin strands between the tightly tied lengths.

Katie grunted and moaned as the rope was pulled tight, squeezing her labia together as each strand was pulled towards the other by the cruel twists. Her pussy was pinched, each tender lip squashed into the other. Lauren finished by tying her hands to the dangling strands at her waist. She stood back and admired her handiwork. It wasn’t the neatest, she could see a number of places where the ties could be improved but it would hold this little slut until she got back. As if on cue, two short beeps sounded from the front of the house.

“Be good,” Lauren said as she left the kitchen, sending a gentle caress down the side of Katie’s left breast as she turned to go.

The soft flesh still stung from the vicious slap she had received but her owner’s tender caress was like a balm, cooling the burning skin. That one, small touch lifted Katie’s spirits more than she could have ever imagined. Was Lauren really mad with her? Would she have touched her like that if she was? Had she been bound so severely, not because Lauren was angry at her, but because her recent behaviour had made her owner think it would be necessary? She knew it was her fault, and hers alone, that she was in her current predicament. If she had behaved maybe Lauren would have taken her along to wherever it was she was going. Or maybe, at the very least, she would have been left unrestrained.

“Bye Miss,” Katie whispered as she leaned her head against the wall, knowing Lauren could not possibly have heard her, instantly feeling such an incredible sense of loss at the absence of her owner. She tried to fight back the tears but realised it was a battle she could not win and soon gave in to her emotions. She stood, sobbing against the wall until no more tears would come. She straightened, finally, realising she couldn’t afford to stand here feeling sorry for herself any longer. She just had to do better and she had to start now.

She blinked away her tears, and straightened her body, her resolve strengthening. She had work to do and she vowed she would do it so well that Lauren would be happy once more. All she wanted was to see her owner smile again. She sniffed, and sniffed again, trying to clear her nose of the maddening build-up of slimy mucus. She realised, to her horror, that the long string of frothy goo that hung from her nose was beyond her ability to remove. She unconsciously licked her lips, instantly regretting her action as she felt her tongue slide over the slick slime that trickled from her nose.

Katie’s tongue darted back inside her mouth as she cringed at the strange sensation. There was an odd taste in her mouth, but it was almost as if it was no taste at all. She hurried over to the oven and looked at herself in the shiny surface. She wasn’t allowed upstairs and that was the only mirror she knew of. The young girl looked at her strangely distorted visage and felt fresh tears well in her puffy eyes. A thick, glutinous rope of translucent slime hung from the tip of her nose. There was no way her hands could reach her face to clean it and she had tried and failed to sniff it back into her nose, though once she had seen the bubbly mess, she was glad she had not succeeded.

She had work to do, four rooms to vacuum at the very least and she had no idea how long Lauren would be gone. If she didn't get a move on now, she would only be in more trouble. The thought of displeasing her owner once more caused her chest to tighten as if a thousand tonnes of heavy metal suddenly crashed upon her. But she couldn't go strolling around the house with this sticky muck dangling from her nose. It was disgusting, she was disgusting.

Katie looked around the kitchen, careful to keep the movements of her head slow and gentle, not wanting the clear ooze to swing any closer to her mouth. How the fuck was she going to get this filth off her face? She just couldn't walk around like this. The terrible thought, that she should leave it there because she did not have permission to clean it, flashed briefly. She didn't care if it was even true, she just couldn't stay like this.

Her gaze rested on the wide stainless-steel sink as her only option. She stepped carefully forward and leaned down over the sink, the ropes on either side of her pussy, pinching the sensitive skin uncomfortably. Katie tried to ignore the distress of her body and focused on cleaning her nose. She pushed her face down close to the edge of the sink and scraped her nose across the smooth metal edge.

The young girl straightened up and almost began to cry again as all she had accomplished was to leave a small moist smear on the shiny silver metal. The tenacious discharge still clung to her nose. Katie choked back the fresh tears, knowing she could not afford to cry anymore, after all it was the reason she was here at the sink in the first place.

She bent once more and wiped her nose across the edge of the sink, again and again, back and forth, trying frantically to dislodge the mucilagenous mess. She snuffled and jerked and twisted her nose and stood finally to see the large, clear blob slide slowly down the side of the stainless steel sink.

The naked schoolgirl's face coloured with the shame of what she had done and she reached for the tap, stepping high on her toes,  desperate to wash away the evidence of her humiliation. She could still feel a small remnant of the gluey material clinging to her nose and upper lip but that she could live with. The tap turned on finally and she splashed the vertical stream with her right hand until enough water had reached the slow-moving ooze and loosened the mucus-grip. She breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the ropey mass slide down the sink and out of sight. Now she could get to work.

Katie scurried into the laundry and opened the cupboard. Inside she saw the vacuum, an ironing board, brooms and mops: all the cleaning apparatus she would no doubt one day need to use. Right now, she needed the vacuum. Luckily, it was right in front and she quickly reached in and drew it out.

It was difficult for her to bend down and manouevre the small round unit so instead she dragged it along by the handle, letting the corrugated plastic hose, that joined handle and unit, take up the slack. She walked backwards into the kitchen and on into the lounge, contemplating just how in the hell she was going to manipulate this machine.

She managed to get the cord extended and plugged in with a minimum of fuss but it was as she lifted the long steel pole that she would need to push across the floor, that she realised this would be no simple task. She had previously vacuumed on exactly one occasion and then it had only been her bedroom. Well, there was no time like the present, she thought, stepping on the switch with her foot, the vacuum instantly humming into life.

She couldn't hold the pole in both hands so she took it in her right and slid it back and forth across the carpeted floor of the loungeroom. Katie grew more frustrated with each ineffectual motion. She couldn't exert enough downward force with her hands tied so awkwardly. The head of the vacuum simply skidded across the floor.

Katie threw the handle to the floor and stomped her feet, her frustration and anger getting the better of her. She instantly regretted the petulant outburst and bent down to collect the shiny steel pole. Her childish tantrum did her no credit, doing nothing but wasting precious time and causing her only more pain. It hurt to bend down, the rope bound so severely around her waist, pinching with each movement.

Katie spent the next thirty minutes grunting and sweating as she slowly moved from room to room, cleaning the floors as her owner had commanded. The stringy mucus had long since dried into cracking crystal, joining the lumpy remains of her breakfast in making a mess of her pretty young face. Sweat ran down her body in rivulets, moistening the tight rope at her waist.

Vacuuming the lower floor of Lauren's house was one of the hardest things she had ever done. She was out of breath and fever-hot as she finally returned the vacuum to the laundry cupboard. The rope at her wrists and waist had surpassed uncomfortable long ago, each movement increasing the pain she felt, but it was the twin strands that framed her pussy that caused her the most distress.

The twisted rope had tightened as she had vacuumed, moving closer together, squeezing her plump labia. The tender skin felt as if it was being rubbed raw and there was nothing she could do. She had tried walking with her legs apart in an exaggerated waddle but that had only seemed to tighten the infernal rope's grip on her delicate flesh.

By the time she had completed the first room she had given up on any kind of comfort, simply accepted the reality of her bondage and set to her task, focusing only on pleasing Lauren. Her first job completed, she removed the small dusting cloth from the shelf in the cupboard and hurried back to the lounge.

She needed to make up some time. She had wasted so much time crying like an idiot, something she regretted each moment she had spent cleaning. She couldn't afford to displease Lauren again and what had she done instead of throwing herself into her task, she had felt sorry for herself and bawled like a little girl.

She tried to push such negative thoughts aside and focus on the dusting. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing so she simply wiped every surface she could reach. She had soon finished wiping down the TV, the last part of the room to which she needed to attend, when she heard a car door slam from the front of the house.

Lauren was home. She could barely contain her excitement, the joyous nervousness in her belly tempered only by the anxious feeling that hovered about her. Had she done enough? Had she cleaned well enough? Would Lauren be satisfied with her work?

The naked schoolgirl hurried into the laundry to replace the dusting cloth, suddenly worried that Lauren would not be alone when she came back to the house. Was she just being silly? She wasn't sure, but standing in the front door, naked and trussed like a prize pig, wasn't the best idea. She hovered in the laundry, straining her ears to listen for the sounds that would let her know if it was safe or not.

Katie heard the door open and close, the nervous tension that gripped her rising in intensity with each passing moment. The wait was maddening. She felt as if she needed to scream, or do something to give herself away. She had to fight the urge, wondering what the hell was wrong with her that she couldn't just stay silent for a few seconds.

"Where's my pussywhistle?"

Katie scurried from her hiding place, her fears forgotten, totally buried by the overwhelming sense of unbridled joy that burst within her. She walked as quickly as she could into the front hall, eager to be reunited with her owner. She would have run but the cruelly tight ropes that bound her made it impossible.

She beamed a smile at Lauren as she saw her standing inside the front door. Her owner's fresh-faced beauty dazzled the young girl and the mere sight of her lover made her almost lose control of her bladder in excitement.

"Now Kitty, is that the correct way a slave greets her owner?"

Katie fell to her knees and kissed the tops of Lauren's sneakers. She gasped at the painful position but the obedient schoolgirl ignored the sharp spikes of pain that shot through her body, eager to please, finding comfort in her subservience now her owner had returned. She rested her body back on her heels and looked up at Lauren.

Katie's heart almost burst when she saw Lauren's small, approving smile. Everything she had gone through was suddenly worthwhile: the pain of her tight bonds, the frustration of her first pitiful attempts to vacuum, the still-fresh memory of the humiliation she had felt as she had tried to wipe her runny nose.

"Have you been a good Kitty?"

Katie couldn't breathe. She wanted to reply but she just couldn't make the words come, her only answer the small, salty tears that welled in her tight, sore eyes. Lauren saw the young girl's distress, keenly aware of her eagerness to answer and also of her inability to do so.

"Fetch your leash and we'll see what you got up to while I was away."

Katie scrambled to her feet and rushed into the kitchen desperate to prolong Lauren's current mood. Her leash had been put on top of the kitchen counter, pushed right to the back. There was no way she could reach it with her bound hands, so, without wasting a moment, she leaned over the counter and secured the chain in her mouth. She dragged the leash across the counter, the metal links scraping noisily on the hard plastic surface.

Katie hurried back to the front door, the dangling leash bumping against her bared breasts with each step. She sank to her knees and presented the leash as best she could. Lauren retrieved the leash and fixed it to the young girl's collar. Katie followed obediently as her owner led her on a tour of the ground-floor rooms, checking the carpet at random points. Despite the murmurs of approval, Katie couldn't dispel the growing anxiety she felt. There was nothing she could do now, but she silently wished she had done more, worked harder.

"Did you finish in time to dust?"

"Yes Miss," Katie gushed, a little too keen to impress.

"How much did you get done?

"I dusted the entire lounge Miss," the young girl replied, a little hint of pride creeping into her timid speech.

"Oh really." The note of challenge in Lauren's voice filled Katie with dread. She hadn't been boasting, she had just wanted to please.

"Miss, I-"

"Uh-uh Kitty, let's see first shall we."

Katie followed her owner like a little puppy, each step feeling like it was one closer to the gallows of her own making. Lauren sauntered around the room, her slave in tow, sliding her finger across a surface here, leaning down to inspect the top of the TV cabinet in another light. Katie inspected her owner as intently as Lauren inspected the room, absently nibbling her lower lip as she did so.

It was not until Lauren stepped up to the lamp, reached down the top of the shade and slid her finger across the top of the bulb that Katie knew she had come unstuck. The thought to dust the lightbulbs had never even entered her brain. She knew she would be punished, she could only hope that Lauren wasn't mad as well.

"Now Kitty," Lauren said, displaying her dust-coated finger to the forlorn girl, "What did you say you did?"

"I'm sor-"

"I won't ask you again. A slave answers each and every question she is asked. Do so."

"I dusted the entire lounge, Miss."

"Telling lies is not something I will tolerate, Kitty." Katie opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it again when she saw Lauren cock her head to one side, left eyebrow raised, an unspoken warning to think carefully about her actions. "However," Lauren said stressing the word, making Katie cringe, knowing she should have trusted her owner, "I think your claim was one of stupidity and not a lie. Is that right, hmmm?
"Yes Miss," Katie whispered meekly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Miss, I was stupid."

"Yes, Kitty, you were."

Lauren dragged the captive teenager to the couch and pushed her over the arm, bending her at the waist and forcing her firm, white buttocks into the air. Lauren rained blows down upong the tender mounds, already striped from the earlier caning. Katie writhed underneath the punishing spanking, her movements only adding to the pain that filled her young body, but she couldn't do anything else, she simply could not remain still under the flurry of strikes that impacted her soft buttocks. As suddenly as it began, the spanking stopped and she was dragged to her feet by her leash.

"Now Kitty, do you have anythign to say?"

"Sorry Miss," the sobbing teen managed beneath gasps. "Sorry for being stupid."

"There you go," Lauren said placatingly. "Feel better now?"
"Yes Miss," Katie admitted, a little amazed at the relief she felt after having apologised.

"Ok then, let's get you cleaned up. We have things to do today you know."

Katie followed her owner upstairs to the bathroom constantly aware of the leash at her neck, wondering again, how the sensation of wearing the short length of chain could override the other feelings that roiled inside her.

"You are such a mess. What have you been doing Kitty?" Lauren asked as she stood beside Katie, both young girls looking into the bathroom mirror. "This is your breakfast," Lauren said, pointing to a small brown smear on her cheek, "but what's all this around your mouth?"

Katie blushed instantly and deeply. She would have given anything for her humiliation to have remained a secret, but she should have known better than to attempt to keep anything from Lauren.

"Um. Ah, Miss that's from my nose. I... Miss when you had left I couldn't help it, I cried and my nose got all runny and there was so much and I couldn't stop it and I couldn't hardly breathe and there was so much and I put it in the sink Miss, I scraped my nose on the sink and washed it away."

"Ok Kitty, don't start crying again. I'm glad I didn't see the disgusting display and I don't particularly want a repeat performance. Kitty," Lauren said, resting a hand in the small of her back, just below the tied lengths of rope wrapped around her waist, "I said no more crying. We're going out and you want to look pretty for me don't you?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, sniffing back her tears and biting her lip to stop it trembling.

“Then hush.”

Lauren stepped past the upset girl and began to run the taps in the sink, first placing the tiny white plug in the drain. The sink filled quickly, Katie using the time to calm her wild emotions, the soft caresses of her owner’s hand across the smooth skin of her lower back helping. Lauren wouldn’t do that if she was mad. She’d just smack her again, or worse, just leave her by herself until she calmed down. Katie tried to ignore the heat that radiated from her buttocks but the recent spanking had left her red-bottomed and in pain. She knew it would pass, just as she knew the sting from the cane would be with her much longer, eventually turning into a deep ache that would spike whenever they were touched. She had no one to blame but herself. She had learnt though and that was the important thing.

Once the small sink was full, Lauren gathered Katie’s hair together and tidied up her dishevelled ponytail. Even with the unsightly brown smears and the disgusting dried crust of mucus marring her face, Lauren still found the schoolgirl unfailingly cute. Her eyes were red and puffy and Lauren could see a tiny dribble of the clear liquid that had troubled her earlier forming in her nostrils and still she was attractive. Her jet-black hair framed her face, cutting across her forehead in a sharp line, a style not of her choosing but one that suited the young girl perfectly.

Lauren unleashed the teenager’s collar and put the short chain to one side, no longer needing the extra control. She took a firm grip at the base of Katie’s freshly bound ponytail and pulled the young girl’s body a few steps back from the counter. Katie followed her owner’s directions obediently, bending at the waist and lowering her body, feeling the pinch of the ropes as her face closed in on the smooth surface of the full sink. She realised what was going to happen only moments before her face was plunged into the cool water, her entire face quickly submerged. She tried to remain calm, trusting in her owner, but the mere fact that she couldn’t move, couldn’t prevent this in any way, caused the panic to rise, her body tensing as she lost her composure.

Just as she was about to begin thrashing, Lauren pulled her head from the sink, allowing her one gasping breath, before forcing her back beneath the surface of the disturbed water. Katie’s hands scrabbled for purchase at the edge of the counter, but only her fingertips could reach and they were worse than useless, giving her constant false hope that she could in some way affect her circumstance. Her face was suddenly yanked from the water once more and she quickly sucked in some shallow breaths.

“That should be loosened up enough,” Lauren commented absently, more to herself than for the gasping teen’s benefit.

Once again, Katie found herself under the water, panic beginning immediately. She had been mid-breath when Lauren had forced her under for the third time. She couldn’t last too long this time. Her left hand holding the young girl secure, Lauren’s right slid in under the water and began rubbing the congealed mess from Katie’s face. The distressed teen jumped at the first touch but quickly settled herself, knowing that the quicker Lauren could finish the sooner she would be released, free to breathe fresh air once more.

She tried to remain still as her owner’s hand rubbed and scrubbed her dirty face. She submitted to the indignity of having her face cleaned in such a cursory way but there was nothing she could do, even if she had chosen to. She winced as her lips were mashed roughly against her teeth as Lauren scraped the dried crystalline goo from her face. She was almost out of breath, her chest heaving, feet stamping futilely against the tiled floor, when Lauren finally pulled her, gasping, from the water.

She was allowed to stand upright, cold water cascading from her face to fall onto her pert breasts only to run down her body and soak the already damp rope at waist and wrist. Katie coughed once to clear the trickle of cool water that had entered her open mouth and glanced morosely at her owner, looking for all the world like a bedraggled cat. Lauren couldn’t help but laugh at the sorry sight of the young girl, water dripping down her naked body, bottom lip pouting sullenly. Katie’s eyes brightened slightly at the wonderful sound of her owner’s laughter, but she couldn’t find it in her to smile.

“Ok, Kitty, let’s get you out of those ropes.”

At that, Katie did manage a feeble smile, glad that she would finally be free of the frustrating and painful bondage. It took Lauren almost ten minutes to unravel the myriad layers of restraint. Katie stood as still as she could, her body tugged from side to side as the ropes were untied and eventually removed. Her dripping face contorted with grimace after gasping grimace as the blood flowed back into her extremities and the tender flesh of belly and pudenda was finally free of the cruel pinching restraints. Lauren had not wanted to stop the process, once it had begun, but she had noticed something as she slid the rope through the young girl’s legs that bore further investigation.

“Bend over Kitty. No, just at the waist. Good girl,” Lauren said, patting her red buttocks gently.

Katie bent at the waist, keeping her hands behind her back, knowing that was where they should be and comforted by the knowledge. She resisted the urge to step forward when she felt a touch at her pussy, the sensitive flesh still tender from the recent bindings. Her lips were clasped and pulled apart gently by her owner's warm fingers.

"Oh Kitty," Lauren exclaimed. Katie blushed, having some idea what Lauren had found so enticing. "Wait."

Lauren disappeared, leaving the shivering young girl standing at attention in the middle of the bathroom. Katie glanced at herself in the mirror, her face wet and flushed, looking desolate and bereft of dignity. How could Lauren think she was pretty? How could she want to look at her like this. Even from this distance she could see the red marks from the rope on her white flesh, an imparted remnant of the discomfort she had suffered.

"Ok, down on the floor, no up on the counter. Hop up, just on the edge, good girl. Now spread your legs, heels up on the edge too. Now pull that fat cunt apart Kitty, gently."

Katie followed Lauren's instructions, her shame intensifying along with the shade of scarlet that coloured her cheeks. Lauren had her camera in hand and Katie dreaded what was to come.

"Soft and creamy. You're so cute, Kitty, I could just eat you up."

Katie's lips twitched at Lauren's words and the visions they forged in the crucible of her malleable young mind. The timid smile disappeared as if it had never been when she heard the click of the camera, knowing her humiliation was captured forever.

"Stay just like that. We can't have that go to waste, Kitty. I could eat you up, but instead you are going to."

Katie's narrowed eyes followed Lauren like a hawk, widening to reveal their pretty green depths when she saw the two spoons that were drawn from the back pocket of her owner's shorts. Any ambiguity in Lauren's last statement was washed away as the shiny silver cutlery dipped towards her salaciously spread sex.

The young girl felt the savage bite of her degradation tempered by a frail excitement as she felt the cool weight of the smaller spoon penetrate her slick cleft. Katie could not help but watch, her eyes drawn to the spectacle between her widespread legs. She perched precariously on the edge of the counter as she watched her owner spoon thick blobs of cream from her pussy, scraping the sexual secretion into the concave scoop of the larger dessert spoon that Lauren had positioned beneath her vagina.

Katie breathed out slowly, a barely audible, sensual sigh, as she watched the silver surface disappear. She knew she would soon be tasting what she could already smell, the strong, heady musk carried directly to her brain on unseen currents. The humiliation of the revealing position, of being made to open her most intimate region, of the realisation that her arousal had lingered and swelled while her owner was gone, was almost completely drowned by the fresh desire she felt as Lauren stepped between her legs, slid one hand gently around her neck and leaned in towards her, feeding the young girl the full spoon of cream.

Katie's mouth opened obediently, her eyes never leaving the hauntingly pale orbs of her owner. Lauren was only inches away and the nude girl could feel the warmth of her body. The spoon entered her waiting mouth and she closed her lips around it, hugging the smooth surface as it was tipped upwards and slowly removed.

Katie felt the glutinous ooze slide across her tongue, drowning her tastebuds in the intoxicating flavour of her sex. She relished the taste, savouring it for a brief instant before swallowing. She opened her mouth to show her owner what she had done, her eyes sparkling with a momentary mischief, the genesis of which she could not explain.

Lauren's pulse quickened at Katie's repsonse. She drew her body closer, abandoning the now empty spoon, sliding her hands along the young girl's damp skin, eventually resting on the ridged indentations at her waist. She traced the marks left by the rope as she kissed the expectantly parted lips, quieting the schoolgirl's soft panting.

The pain and frustration of the morning was washed away with that one tender caress. Katie lost herself in the delicate meeting of lips. The moment stretched, time slowing to the speed of the motes of dust that floated in the shaft of muted light from the bathroom window.

The kiss left Katie gulping for air, as if she had forgotten how to breathe. She looked at her lover, her lust battling with the sudden embarrassment she felt at the astonishing strength of her feelings, the irresistable passion that all but overwhelmed her. She could see from Lauren's eyes, the widely dilated pupils pushing back the achingly clear-blue irises until they were but a pale sliver of colour, that her owner felt it too.

"Come, Kitty," Lauren breathed huskily, before gathering her frayed emotions, "we have to get you ready."

Lauren took the young girl's hand and helped her down from the counter before leading her to the centre of the room. Katie stood still, happy for her owner to take control, and surrendered her body to the attentions of her classmate. Lauren soothingly dried her body, wiping away the remaining water, moving the compliant limbs as if posing a mannequin.

Katie stood in a daze of contentment, the rigours of the morning forgotten. Once dry, Lauren discarded the towel and gently caressed the soft mounds on the teenager's chest. Her nipples hardened instantly, as if a tightly wound spring was suddenly released within the tender meat of her breast, pushing the tight pink buds to attention. Katie trotted devotedly behind her owner as she was led from the bathroom to be prepared for the remainder of the day.