Cindy surveyed her surroundings at Crispy Cuffs with
apprehension, feeling ill at unease with this little Friday night
adventure.
The club was filled with leather-clad people, Masters
and slaves, advertising their status a lack of clothing or
kinky outfits to entice "Tops" was most notable among the
"bottoms". This was after all the most infamous bondage club of
New Jersey. Cindy herself was dressed as neutrally and
conservatively as she could have done, considering... She wore
black leather pants, coupled with a silk white blouse she could
have been dressed to hit the dance clubs rather than Crispy
Cuffs, which she probably would have done, had it not been for
the curiosity factor.
Her eyes were fixated on the stage, where there was a young
woman, completely nude, dangling from the ceiling with a steel
chain that was attached to the leather cuffs on her wrists pulled
well above her head. She was already sweating like a pig. A
much older man stood behind her, wearing tight, navy blue leather
pants, his body naked above the waist, and his beer belly hanging
over the belt. But he was the Master he was holding a long,
leather whip, and he was beating the slave with it. She screamed
repeatedly, apparently much to the amusement of the crowd, who
laughed and cheered each time the girl wailed. Cindy was nearly
outraged with this sight, but she could not quite look the other
way.
Shannon appeared, having completed her grand tour of the club:
"Cin, this place is totally perverted" she announced. "Did you
know there is a room right over there, where they got a girl,
totally naked girl, tied to a bench, and everyone is free to
punish and molest her as they wish? Let's get the hell out of
here I know a really good frat party we could go to I bet all
the boys are still there..."
Cindy smiled at her flatmate she was dressed somewhat more
daringly than Cindy, with a short leather skirt and a small
tank-top, as she'd been the more excited to check out this kink
hole, despite the fact that the suggestion had come from Cindy.
"Well, ok, just another 10 minutes, no?" Cindy replied.
"Ok, fine let me go get another round of drinks for us then, I
can't take this stuff with a sober head..."
As Shannon made her way towards the bar, Cindy noticed a
Dominatrix entering the club fresh, followed by a nearly naked
girl, crawling like a dog behind her, her obnoxious dog-collar
attached to the leash in her Mistress's hand... Her humiliation
was apparent on her face, and Cindy felt for her how could she
enjoy being so truly debased? Cindy was seriously pondering the
answer to this question, when she heard someone talking to her:
"Well, well, well..."
She nearly shrieked and turned around and she was shocked to
come face to face with Olivia, Professor House's teaching
assistant at the Chemistry class, dressed nearly identical to the
Dominatrix who'd just walked in. She was a grad student, and was
truly gorgeous, to the extent that she knew a few guys who took
the House class just to be able to be exposed to Olivia. She was
only 27 years old, so perhaps some of the college guys were
stupid enough to think she was in their range...
She smiled at Cindy with her usual superior smirk: "Cindy, I
believe right?"
"Yes, aahm, Cindy..."
"Surprised to see one of the students here..."
"I'm here just out of curiosity" Cindy explained swiftly. "I am
almost on my way out anyway".
"Hmm, just out of curiosity, huh?" she chuckled. "Honey, no one
comes here just out of curiosity they come because they are
Tops or bottoms, even if they do not have the courage to admit
it..."
"Well, I am neither" Cindy replied curtly.
Olivia's smile widened further: "Oh, but, obviously, you're no
Top, little one... I know you from class: You're just such a
pretty princess... You could only be a bottom, the sort all
sorts of people step all over... and, you look so hot tonight,
I'd love to be your Top..."
"I am no one's bottom or anything of the sort" Cindy replied in
as harsh a tone as she could muster, "and I am no lesbian,
either, for your information..."
Olivia paused for a few moments, not dropping her smile at all:
"Well, too bad sweet one..." she finally said and turned around,
walking towards the stage.
"Isn't that the lab assistant in Chemistry?" Shannon had returned
with two glasses of pink Martinis...
"Yes, that's the bitch" Cindy replied, grabbing the Martini and
attempting to drink it in one big gulp. "Let's get the hell out
of here and find some boys..."
*****
Olivia was walking between the desks House usually left her in
charge of the lab class, and she often did something colorful to
close the lecture.
"Ok, everyone, what you each see on your desk are two pieces of
sugar and a small cup of liquid... Now, what I want you to do is
very simple first have the first piece of sugar, then dip the
second piece of sugar in the liquid, and then eat up the second
piece, too and tell me what, if any, difference you see..."
There were a few murmurs as everyone followed the instructions.
Cindy did the same, swallowing the first piece of sugar, dipped
the second piece and swallowed that too as far as she could
tell, there was no difference whatsoever, but it seemed everyone
was excited: As far as she could tell from the commentary, the
second piece was totally lacking in any kind of sugary taste all
of a sudden. Some guy was saying it was like biting into a piece
of hard sand, no taste to it at all...
Olivia smiled confidently at the class: "Yes no taste to it at
all. The liquid is methyl-peroxide, fellas, and it removes all
taste unfortunately, not the calories, as the sugar is still
there, you just become incapable of tasting it when it is soaked
with this solution... Useless, but fascinating how easily you
can remove a familiar sensation with a simple chemical
solution... So, with that, the class is over but make sure to
pick up your quiz results as you exit I did the grading and
I've been more than generous, so no complaints..."
Cindy walked up to Olivia's desk, not really wanting to talk to
her after the previous night's exchange at Crispy Cuffs, and
picked up her exam paper and was shocked to see a big red F
marked right on the cover page. She hated Chemistry, which was
an unfortunate prerequisite for a Marketing major. But she'd
thought she'd done well enough to pass.
Olivia smiled at her: "Gotta apply yourself, Cindy..."
Shannon had approached as well, and seemed fairly content with
her own C.
"Dyke!" Cindy said a little too loudly, as she turned around to
walk out of the class.
"Christ" Shannon had grabbed her by the arm, "are you nuts?"
Cindy looked back at Olivia as she walked out she was leaning
back in her chair, still smiling arrogantly. Cindy had meant for
Olivia to hear the insult, but more than a few students had heard
it too, which had not been her intention.
"You're crazy sister.." Shannon was still holding her by the arm
as they exited out of the building Cindy was upset with the F,
but as soon as the warm Spring sun hit her face, she felt
considerably better...
"Oh, fuck it... Let's go grab lunch with the guys..."
*****
Cindy was having her afternoon latte at the on-campus Starbucks
and trying to catch up with reading for Marketing when Olivia
pulled up a seat across from her.
"Hi there!" Olivia smiled, cocky as usual.
Taken aback, Cindy had no idea what to say.
"So, dyke, huh?... Tsk, tsk, tsk, bad girl, calling me names in
front of the class..."
"Listen..." Cindy tried to cut in.
"If you must know, actually, I am a Bi I've been fucking
Professor House, did you know that?"
Cindy's mouth hanged open.
"But I do mostly fuck girls, that is true... Girls pretending to
be sex slaves quite often, actually - I pick them up at Crispy
Cuffs, lesbian bars, here on campus, you name it..."
Olivia leaned in: "But, you know what I really always wanted
to fuck a girl who doesn't wanna be fucked by a lesbian. To play
with a girl, who doesn't wanna play along...! Oh, yes take a
pretty, spoiled, straight girl - straight-as-an-arrow - and turn
her into a lesbian plaything... a real sex slave, not a pretender
with safe words and silly fanfare..."
"This is disgusting" Cindy replied, shocked and outraged at what
she was hearing. "I'm leaving..."
"Sit your ass down" Olivia replied, not even forcefully, her smug
smile not moving an inch.
Cindy found herself sitting back on her seat, having to listen to
the rest of Olivia's words.
"When I saw you at Crispy Cuffs, I knew you were the one deny
as you wish, but you were comparing yourself to the slave girls,
not the Masters and Mistresses, and given what a spoiled,
pampered, proper little girl you are, it only makes sense, even
if you're too dumb to figure... You think you deserve to be
treated like a princess because you're so hot and all the college
guys are after you... But, I bet, deep down you crave to be
humiliated and treated like shit... At any rate, it doesn't
matter anymore."
"I am really gonna leave" Cindy finally managed to get in a word,
edge-wise, though she could not somehow muster the will to get up
and walk away.
Olivia just laughed:
"You recall our little lab test this morning - the two pieces of
sugar you swallowed... did you wonder why everyone said their
second piece had no taste at all, when yours tasted just normal?
No, you were too self-involved to give such a thing too much
thought, right? Well, guess what darling, your second piece of
sugar had a different solution on it a mind-control drug! My
own creation! And you are now officially the first full-time
guinea pig for this solution, though having tested small amounts
on other unsuspecting individuals, I can assure you it works like
magic."
"You fed me something...??" Cindy said in outrage but Olivia
ignored her.
"I have an antidote, too, and even the very moment you had the
second piece, I was battling with myself on whether to find a way
to feed you the antidote before it's too late.... It's not like
I have no moral qualms at all... But then you really sealed the
deal when you called me a dyke like that, in front of the whole
class! I am a dyke of course, that's not the point, but the fact
that you think this is the worst insult you could come up with
just makes this whole thing so much... proper and delicious...
so richly-deserved... makes you absolutely ideal..."
"This is bullshit" Cindy said, grabbing her backpack once more.
"Let me demonstrate its effects" Olivia said, finally taking a
sip from her own coffee. "You may get up now go to the
bathroom, take off you panties, and bring them back to me..."
"What?" Everything Olivia said seemed to be more outrageous
than the one before it, and Cindy was barely holding herself back
to not physically attack the lab assistant right there, even
though getting into a cat-fight in the middle of the Starbucks
was the last thing she could have ever imagined herself doing.
She was going to get up, that was for sure, only to march into
the Dean's office, and start the procedures for the complaint
that was going to end this cocky bitch's academic career at
Rutgers swiftly.
She did get up and walk away from the table, and she meant to go
right, literally towards the Dean's office, except when she tried
to take a step in that direction, she was suddenly filled with a
terrible fear ripping through her heart, found herself almost
shivering in worry, and her muscles lightly yet worriedly spasmed
as if she was attempting to twist her legs into an extremely
unnatural shape that could leave her very badly injured. It felt
like she could take one more step and she'd drop on the ground
screaming she found herself instinctively turning left, which
eased her body and soul, despite her surprise. She was walking
towards the bathroom 'what the hell I am doing?' she wondered,
and stopped in her tracks. Once again a rising worry surged
through her heart, as if not going to the bathroom and not doing
as Olivia told had horrible consequences. She felt no physical
pressure, yet that too seemed around the corner every moment she
stood there like that. The rising fear was too much she
resumed her walk almost right away, even though this was only
fueling another, huge worry: Was she really going to do the
crazy thing Olivia had just demanded of her, walk in there, and
come out with her panties in hand? The dread and fear bit into
her as she walked inside the bathroom, but it still wasn't like
when she tried to go back and refuse Olivia's request - that
seemed like a few steps from total self-destruction.
Cindy walked right into one of the cabins, feeling almost dazed
at what she was about to do she stood in the cabin a few
moments, but the same feeling of dread began fuming inside her
every second, she had to do what the horrible bitch demanded, and
almost like releasing her breath, she unzipped her skirt, let it
fall on the ground, and hurriedly stepped out of her panties
she realized in humiliation that she'd picked a suggestive pink
pair that morning... She put her skirt on again, opened up her
back pack and dropped the panties in there. She walked out of
the cabin and out of the bathroom, and headed towards Olivia who
was leaning back comfortably, drinking her coffee, and apparently
going through a magazine she'd found...
'There is no fuckin' way I am going to give her this
satisfaction' Cindy said to herself, and attempted to turn back
on her heels pain and fear returned with a vengeance, and she
felt like the whole world would come crashing on her if she did
not walk right up there that very moment, and give Olivia exactly
what she wanted. She turned around again, thinking she had to
look ridiculous if anyone was paying attention to her, turning
around herself like a fool, and made her way to the table.
Olivia lifted her head up with a smug smile: "So?"
Cindy wanted to start screaming and cursing at her right then
she opened her mouth to begin a litany of insults. And she could
have done it, she could, if she dared: Suddenly she knew that
speaking those words would be like running her tongue along
broken glass the pain and fear hit her as soon as her brain
gave out the command to hurl the insults and objections and
threats, and she shut herself up in time to avoid what would be
utter hurt... Olivia was not to be spoken against.
"So?" she asked again impatiently.
Knowing she had no choice anymore, Cindy opened her backpack and
handed over her panties as discreetly as she could manage, her
face suddenly a deep shade of red in humiliation. She could not
even find the words to describe her fury at Olivia, or the utter
humiliation and frustration that was burning through her mind
like liquid fire - yet she was already realizing firmly that the
drug she'd been fed was incredibly powerful, and she had no
choice, no choice at all, but to obey this smug, cocky bitch
unconditionally. She wanted to scream to high heavens or go hide
in a tiny hole yet she stood there, waiting for more orders,
realizing this is what Olivia demanded.
"Well then, good girl..." Olivia said. "You will be a perfect,
obedient little slave for me... Don't worry obeying the
commands of your Mistress will only become second nature in due
time..."
Cindy was screaming inside 'no, no, no, nooo...' but she did not
dare let that out.
Olivia leaned down and took out a package: "Now, what I got here
is some clothes I want you to wear tonight. I will come to pick
you up tonight at 10 PM, be dressed, pampered up, and ready..."
With that, she got up and walked by Cindy, telling "Go home now,
slut...".
Cindy stood in the middle of Starbucks, her panties in Olivia's
bag, and holding the package from Olivia, almost not sure what to
do what had just happened? Could this be for real?
Finally the urge to head home kicked in, and Cindy began making
her way across the campus.
*****
Cindy held up the tiny skirt with absolute dread. It was
designed after the classic schoolgirl uniform, except there was
nothing classic about it, except for the plaid form in a bright
red & white. The skirt was so small that it was nearly a
glorified set of panties, and the actual fire red thong she'd be
wearing underneath also out of the package would be
impossible to hide even from a most casual observer. The
matching red top she was given was also tiny and easily two sizes
too small for her 34C chest. It consisted of two sides held
together with a few straps in the middle, thus squeezing her
breasts into an obscene cleavage, all connecting with a big,
inviting bow, that could be opened with a single easy pull to
break her breasts free off their fabric cage. She put on the
skirt and stood on impossible 5-inch bright red platform shoes.
She looked at herself on the mirror, and all she saw was that she
looked ridiculous even for a prostitute. She looked like a
fantasy blow-up doll. She put on the thick, red leather dog
collar as well it had steel studs on the sides and back of it
as well as hooks at the bottom of the front and back to attach
things... But the absolute worst was that her name was written
in the front, in the space that was left between the steel studs:
CINDY in big, glittering, shiny letters...
There had been a small note attached to the collar she read it
again, in absolute dread:
'Cindy, from now on, you will at all times wear a slave collar
symbolizing your status as a slave and as my personal property.
Tonight and other times you will wear the collar I provide, on
campus something slightly less obnoxious. But you will never be
without a tight collar around your neck to remind yourself and
many observers your position as a slave. Know this you are not
my girlfriend or lover. You are now my sex slave, nothing more.
Your sole purpose is to provide me with sexual entertainment.
Your purpose in life from now on is to serve my sexual pleasure.
You will concentrate all your attention and initiative toward
attracting, arousing, stimulating, intensifying, and satisfying
my sexual lust. That will be difficult for you at first since
you're so firmly straight and truly revolted by lesbian sex but
this is why you will put all the more effort into finding ways to
sexually please a lesbian a "dyke" as you put it... - Olivia'
Her stomach churned at the mere idea of touching another woman
that way, let alone doing her utmost to sexually please a
lesbian. She wanted throw up when she thought about it. She had
taken a long, steamy shower after reading the note, partly trying
to forget what was in store for her, and yet spent more time on
making her make-up and hair perfect than if she had been going on
a date with Prince William. She was realizing with total dread
that Olivia's prediction of obedience becoming second nature was
already taking hold firmly. She'd said get ready, had not
specified anything else, and that was enough to encourage her to
look her absolute best when she contemplated not obeying even
the spirit of her instructions, the cold fear rushed through her
heart at what might happen. So, she dared not question.
There was a horn outside, and she figured it was for her she
looked outside the window and saw a black limo waiting in front
of the apartment building. She hurriedly left her apartment,
almost rushing downstairs, which was extremely difficult to do in
her current impossible footwear she could not afford to keep
the haughty bitch Olivia, now her Mistress, waiting for long.
She passed by the two sophomore guys that lived downstairs on the
stairs and was met with their whistles normally she would give
them a tongue-lashing fur such obnoxious behavior, but what could
she say, looking like a total whore? Her eyes watered in shame,
but she kept up her composure crying would do no good with
Olivia. She was just glad Shannon wasn't around to see her in
this pampered-up prostitute outfit. A black limo driver had
stepped out to open the door for her, and his wide grin made no
secret of the fact that he very much liked what he saw, which
caused only further embarrassment for the blonde co-ed.
She helped herself inside the limo, and she was shocked to see
none other than Shannon inside... She was kneeling on the floor
of the limo.
And she was dressed exactly like Cindy except that everything
red was pink on Shannon, and her slave collar said SHANNON in the
same big shiny letters. Other than that they could have been
sisters dressed from the same store outlet by their mother.
"Well, hello, slut" Olivia greeted Cindy she was seated on the
backseat, dressed in a sharp black leather outfit, skin-tight
pants, leather top - she looked classy and menacing whereas the
girls looked soft and slutty. "I figured you'd need your play
partner... so you and Shannon can have the honor of being my
slaves together..."
Cindy felt too damn humiliated to even look at Shannon she
kneeled next to her, in front of Olivia, knowing this was what
she was supposed to do.
"Put these on" Olivia said, producing two long leashes not
surprisingly, one red, one pink, both thin leather...
The limo started its journey, just as Cindy realized she had no
idea where they were going...
As if she'd read her mind, Olivia chimed in with her usual smirk:
"So, now, slaves, curious on where we're heading? Well, why,
we're heading to Crispy Cuffs of course... I am under the
impression you gals really did not get full idea of the place the
other night..."
Cindy was hit with a new wave of terror upon hearing this: Go
back to Crispy Cuffs? As a slave!! She recalled the girl who
crawled inside in utter humiliation like a pathetic dog behind
her Mistress, she recalled the girl who was getting a whipping
for the amusement of the crowd, she recalled the room Shannon had
mentioned, the room where slaves were raped and abused freely by
anyone and in any way their owners deemed fit.
She could not go back to that place as a slave, there was no way,
no way... yet even the thought of breaking her submissive
position was unthinkable now, let alone jumping out of the moving
limo as she would have wished... she was made a slave, and she
could not break Olivia's hold on her, no matter how much she
wanted or tried. Her face burned in embarrassment and
frustration at her predicament.
Olivia chuckled at the expression on Cindy's face "don't worry
slut, you learn to enjoy it eventually... I told you, you were
born to be stepped on and serve your betters... You'll learn and
appreciate in due time... You will be craving for humiliation
and punishment and dying to be fucked by anyone of authority in
no time..."
"But for now" she put her feet on the floor of the limo and slid
forward comfortably on her seat "you slaves lick up my boots
until they are shiny enough to see your own slutty faces on
them...!"
The girls heads were at her feet almost instantly - Olivia opened
a small bottle of champagne and filled up her glass. It was a
bit of a drive to Crispy Cuffs after all.
But with two pretty slaves now licking her feet up and down, even
the journey could be fun...