The Slave - chapter 2.

	She took me back downstairs for a glass of wine before bed but before we 
left her bedroom she put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles.  The cuffs 
were padded with wool so they'd be comfortable.  Their purpose was to secure 
me, not to cause pain.  Each cuff had a number of metal snap rings set into 
it so they could be attached to one another or have something else attached 
to them.

	She snapped the wrists cuffs together behind my back.  Then she put a 
leather strap around my arms, just above my elbows, and tightened it until 
my elbows touched.  It hurt but she did it slowly so the pain was too much.  
She felt my biceps and told me she was going to have me workout because she 
wanted me to be buff.  "I think muscles on a girl are sexy as long as it's 
not overdone."

	We went down to the kitchen and she poured a glass of wine, Chardonnay, and 
we shared it.  I was on my knees in front of her and she periodically held 
the glass so I could take a sip.

	We talked.  About my sexual history.  About her situation.  I told her that 
I'd been with four guys since I was sixteen.  I admitted that I'd liked oral 
sex more than intercourse.  She smiled and stroked my cheek.  "So, my little 
slave is a cocksucker."

	I blushed and she chuckled.  "Well, no more cocks for you."

	She told me that she'd married Jack because she had to be married to get 
control of her trust fund.  Once two years had passed he'd divorce her and 
she'd give him a nice settlement.  I didn't ask how big it was but from what 
she said I gathered that it was substantial, in the high seven or low eight 
figures.

	After two glasses of wine she took me up to bed.  She brought me to a 
screaming orgasm with her tongue and I reciprocated.  I was surprised at how 
much I enjoyed licking her warm wet pussy.  We slept together in her big 
bed.  She told me that I'd spend some nights on my knees at the foot of the 
bed.

	Just before we fell asleep she rubbed my belly and told me that on Saturday 
she'd put on a strap-on dildo and use me like a boy.  She had me roll onto 
my belly and I stared at the wall while she stroked my anus with the tip of 
her finger.  I shivered at the thought of being fucked in my ass.

	The next day I studied and she finished editing the pictures.  She showed 
me the ones she planned to print and I had to admit they were pretty good.  
The camera made me look prettier and sexier than I thought possible.  I 
picked one picture to print and send to my mother.  It was one of the 'mud' 
shots.  It was obvious that I was nude but the mud covered everything.

	That afternoon Paula suggested a nap.  We went upstairs and she gave me a 
tube of anal lube.  I crouched and lubed my anus while she undressed and got 
the strap-on.  She lubed the dildo and then I stretched out on my belly and 
whimpered as she eased the dildo into my ass.  I cried a little as she 
fucked me with long smooth strokes.  I cried because I was a little ashamed 
of taking it in the ass.  And because I was astonished that I liked it.  
Liked the pain and humiliation of being a butt-fucked lesbian slave.  Paula 
knew it and made me talk about it.   She made me admit that I liked the pain 
and humiliation and craved more.  More pain.  More humiliaton.  More hard 
sex.

	Later, we talked about our situation and wee agreed that it would be better 
for me to finish out the last few weeks of school before moving in with her. 
  I called my mother and told her that I had a job up here for the summer 
and wouldn't coming home.  Paula signaled me to stop for a moment and when I 
covered the mouthpiece she told me to tell my mother that I'd come home for 
a week at the beginning of June.

	Paula took me back to my dorm on Sunday evening.  I saw her only 
occasionally over the next couple of weeks.  I had exams and had to work my 
jobs.  When exams were over I moved in with her.  I gave up my job at the 
pizza place and settled in to be Paula's live-in slave.

	I worked out every other day and ran at least three miles every day with 
Paula.  I modelled and took care of the house and yard.  Jack was off to the 
beach for the summer, working as a lifeguard.  The house was so isolated and 
the yard so protected with fences and plantings that I rarely wore a stitch 
of clothing.  I got used to working around the yard wearing nothing but 
socks, workboots, a baseball cap and a heavy coating of sunscreen.

	I liked being naked.  I also liked being fucked frequently.  I resented 
having to wear clothes when Paula packed me off to visit my mother.  I gave 
my mother the framed shot of me covered with mud and she surprised me by 
saying she loved it.  The week seemed to last forever and when I got on the 
bus to got back I heaved a sigh of relief.  Paula met me at the bus station 
and I was naked before she pulled out of the parking lot.

	A couple of days later I had to put on shorts and a tank top because Paul 
took me to have my nipples pierced.  The shop was owned by a Japanese woman 
named Keiko.  She and Paula knew each other and Kekio greeted us with a big 
smile.  Paula told me she wanted my nipples pierced and Kekio took us into a 
private room.  Paula snapped her fingers and I obediently stripped.  I sat 
in the big leather chair and sighed as Keiko ran her thumbs over my nipples. 
  When they were erect she nodded and said, "Thin rings, I think.  Her 
nipples are too delicate for anything heavy.  Gold or maybe stainless 
steel."

	Paula agreed.  She told Keiko she wanted gold.  She also told her she 
wanted her to use clamps and a needle so I'd feel the pain.  After some more 
discussion Keiko decided I could take a 14 gauge needle.  She clamped my 
nipples and I yelped in pain as she tightened the clamps.  Paula smiled and 
said, "I bet the little slut is sopping wet."

	Keiko ran her finger along my slit and nodded.  "Yes, she's drenched."

	She held her hand in front of my face and I obediently licked her finger 
clean.  She and Paula left me alone for a couple of minutes while Paula 
picked out a pair of gold rings.  I cried when Keiko pushed the needle 
through my right nipple and inserted the ring.  I cried again when she did 
the left.  I was still sniffling when she instructed me how to care for my 
piercings.  She told me to wear bandaids over my nipples if I worked 
outside.  "For a month."  Then she looked at Paula and said, "No tit 
whipping for at least six weeks."

	Paula nodded.  "Of course.  We'll be back in a month to get her clit done."

	Keiko put bandaids over my nipples and I got dressed.  On the way home I 
kept my t-shirt on but removed my shorts.  Paula let me masturbate as a 
reward for being a good girl during the piercing.  "Of course I'm going to 
spank you because you enjoyed having Keiko touch you.  Your ass is going to 
hurt tonight."

	And it did.  She whipped me with a leather strap until I was sobbing like a 
baby.  Afterward, I licked her feet and promised to be a good girl in the 
future.  I spent the night on my knees at the foot of the bed.  Paula slid a 
large butt plug into my ass and told me that it had better be there in the 
morning or I'd get another whipping.  I kept it in all night but she whipped 
me anyway.  I didn't resent it because it was her right to whip me when it 
pleased her to do so.

	By the end of the summer I was tanned and fitter than I'd ever been in my 
entire life.  I had rings in my nipples, labia, and a tiny bar throught the 
base of my clit.  Paula bought me a car so I could commute back and forth to 
school.  My GPA for the first two years was 3.42.  She told me I'd be 
punished severely if I didn't get at least a 3.75 each semester.

	I worked hard because Paula punished me when my work didn't meet her 
expectations.  I remember one night in October when I was suspended upside 
down in the barn and whipped between my legs because I got only a 'B' on a 
paper.  I was gagged but she could still hear me scream and beg as she used 
the thin rubber whip on my pussy.  I never got less than an 'A' after that.

	I hated the pain while it was happening but afterward, thinking about it 
turned me on.  As did thinking about having it happen again.  The rubber 
strands left welts on my thighs and pussy.  I never screamed louder or 
begged more abjectly.  After that night all Paula had to do was get the 
rubber whip out and I'd start sobbing and begging for mercy.

	By the following spring I'd put on fifteen pounds but I looked slimmer 
because it was all muscle.  Looking at myself in the full length mirror on 
the back of her bedroom door I had to admit that I was beautiful - sleek 
muscular arms and legs, full firm breasts (c-cup), flat belly with nice abs, 
and a firmly rounded little ass.  My formerly long blonde hair was now 
short, no more than 2" long anywhere, and my pubic area was smooth and bare 
thanks to painful and expensive laser treatments.

	I had a GPA of 3.94 for my junior year and Paula was satisified with my 
effort.  But she told me I'd better pull a 4.0 during my senior year or I'd 
visit the barn frequently.  I knew what that meant.  The barn was where 
she'd suspend me by my ankles and use the rubber whip on my pussy.

	I spent a week with my mother in early May and then headed back to Paula's 
place.  When I pulled in Paula was sitting on the patio with a glass of 
wine.  I stripped in the car and crawled to her, doing the last dozen feet 
on my belly.  She ignored me for twenty minutes before snapping her fingers. 
  I came up onto my knees and sighed when she cupped my tits and squeezed 
them gently.  She asked about my trip and we talked for several minutes.

	She sent me to get the rubber whip.  I was already crying as I scampered 
away.  When I returned I sank to my knees, sobbing, and offered the whip as 
I'd been taught.  She tossed it aside and said she was just testing me.  She 
told me to go and work out.  I was on the treadmill, sweaty and naked, when 
she came in and asked me if I'd like to have some company.

	I glanced at her and said, "What do you mean?"

	She smiled and said, "Another girl to keep you company.  Another slave."

	I shook my head.  "No!  I don't want to share you."

	She laughed and said, "You won't have to share me.  She'll be another slave 
who'll be here to share the work with you."

	I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye.  "Do you have anyone in 
mind?"

	She nodded.  "Yes, a cute redhead that works at the video store.  Go grab a 
shower and we'll go and have a look at her."

	I showered and put on a pair of green short shorts, a black tank top and 
sandals.  And off we went.  The redhead turned out to be a slender beauty 
with a perfect complexion.  She was young, only 18, and just out of high 
school.  I asked Paula what made her think that the redhead was a good 
candidate for slavery.

	"She has no prospects here.  She can't afford college and her grades 
weren't good enough for a scholarship.  I know she's unhappy about her 
situation.  I think a free education would appeal to her."

	The redhead's name was Abby.  I went to the register and chatted with her 
while Paula picked out a couple of movies.  Abby was obviously curious about 
my relationship with Paula.  She asked me if we were dating.

	I shook my head.  "No, not exactly.  I'm her slave."

	Abby's eyes widened.  "You're kidding!"

	I shook my head.  "Nope.  She's putting me through college in return for my 
service as her slave."

	Abby glanced at Paula and I could see that she was fascinated.  "What time 
do you close?"

	"Eleven.  But my shift ends at 9:00"

	"Do you want to get together and talk?"

	She nodded and we agreed to meet at the Dairy Queen.