Foreword
This isn't something I've done, or would think about doing. However, having encountered people like Laura in the past, this idea developed from that as a start, then gained a life of its own.
If you're easily offended, why are you on this website? More to the point, this story might offend as it contains implied threats.
Chapter 1
Laura closed the lid of her laptop and wondered downstairs to the kitchen. That moron was convinced she was actually listening to him, was actually doing what he said. Little did he realise that "yes sir", "no sir" and writing creative (fictional) descriptions of what she was supposed to have done were as far as she went. Being a slave was a fantasy, some might say even a calling for her, but actually doing it seemed like too much effort. Today, she was supposed to be wearing jeans and a strappy top - which didn't resemble the sun dress she was wearing at all.
The sun dress showed her 32b-28-32 figure off far better, and created the optical illusion that her height of 5'3" wasn't short. Her wavy brunette hair shone against the yellow of the dress - altogether a better look, she felt.
Laura had "officially" become slave to her master almost two weeks ago, having met him a month before. The first three or four days of being a slave had been a flurry of being interested, and actually doing what he told her to before she settled into not being bothered. Her webcam had mysteriously "broken" mid-way through the first week so he couldn't see she wasn't bothering, and her descriptions were becoming briefer and briefer. Having taken the decision to ignore him completely on the computer earlier, she decided it was time to move on as she had several times before; he would be receiving no more communication from her - he would work it out eventually.
Laura snapped out of her thoughts and scribbled a note for her sister, as her parents had bravely left them alone in the house for a couple of weeks while they went on holiday.
Quote:
Have gone swimming, see you later!
L
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and stuck it to the fridge with a magnetic letter. Why oh why did they still have those now that she and her sister had grown out of them? She grabbed her kit bag and headed out to catch the bus.
Chapter 2
Laura rushed into the changing rooms, annoyed that the bus had once again been running late - everyone was already in the pool, which meant she was buying the ice cream at the end. Again. She stepped into a cubicle and started to strip off. When she reached her knickers, her hand brushed past her most sensitive area and she gasped out loud. Her mind had been wondering on the bus, but she hadn't realised the physical effect her thoughts had caused. As she was late anyway, what would a few minutes more be? It wasn't like his restrictions on masturbation meant anything to her - she'd cut him off already.
She started to tease her clit, as her fingers speeded up she started to pant and Laura leant on the wall of the changing cubicle heavily. Nothing could now stop her speeding up and increasing the intensity of her motions, the sensation which had started growing, burning deep within her was already causing her to shake. She was ready to explode and finally it came, along with a loud groan the whole changing room must have heard. Laura's face was flushed, and she was panting hard.
Realising how loud she had been, she poked her head around the curtain. Thankfully no one was in the changing room to witness her performance, so all that remained was to change into her costume. Laura unzipped the bag and pulled out the towel she had thrown in the top, and reached in for her costume. What came out in her hand was not the costume she was sure she had put in this morning - it was her micro-bikini, something she had bought at her master's request, and had no intention of wearing. Laura upended the bag and poured the remaining contents on the bench - just a hairbrush, shower gel, shampoo and conditioner, definitely no one-piece costume.
At that moment, a voice shouted out "Lawwwwwra!", and Laura knew she had no choice - her friends had seen her arrive through the glass separating reception and pool.
"I'm coming" she responded as she struggled into her bikini. She then dropped the bottoms and moved her right leg into the right leg hole, rather than the one it was sharing with the left. "More haste, less speed" she muttered to herself as she scooped everything into the bag and headed off towards the lockers, pausing at the toilets to splash some water from the washbasin on her red face to try to cool it down.
After changing lockers three times so her belongings were in one that worked, Laura took a deep breath and headed out to see her friends, knowing she was going to have trouble living this down. As she headed out, Laura noticed her sister, Charlotte, on the edge of the pool, and waved. To make life complicated Charlotte wasn't really her sister - their parents had married a couple of years previously, and they lived together so it seemed like the best description to use. Charlotte was a year younger, and looked startlingly like Laura for someone no biologically related. They both had long, dark, wavy hair and both had a curvy yet petite figure. Charlotte was 5'3, and Laura had half an inch on her - she was very proud of that half inch that made her just a fraction taller than her sister.
As she had expected, the girls stared at her as she walked over to them - she had been staring intently at the floor going past everyone else, but was sure people were looking at the flesh she was flashing. She mumbled a hello to her friends.
"So Lor, did you get distracted in the changing room?" Stacey asked with a grin on her lips.
"Uhm...just, you know, rushing - more haste, less speed" came the response.
"Hmm?" grunted Jo, ever the blunt one, staring at Laura's groin.
Laura followed Jo's eyeline to her tiny bikini bottoms and noticed a patch of dampness soaking through. She turned beetroot red, and slipped under the water, wishing she could drown herself. When she finally returned the surface, the girls were laughing and joking, and the evidence of her masturbation had apparently passed from conversation.
After a couple of hours of messing around, talking about guys (and girls in the case of Jo) and generally relaxing, the girls decided to head out. Laura took a deep breath and started pulling herself out of the pool on the side. She dropped back in, and Stacey handed Laura's bikini bottoms back - the ties had worked their way loose, and had fallen off while she was attempting to get out. The girls all laughed cruelly at her, and Laura turned beetroot red again and put them back on - heading to the ladder and very gingerly climbing out so that her bikini would stay covering what little of her it could.
Laura skipped as fast as she could to her locker, avoiding eye contact with anyone, and did the ritual fight with the locker to get her bag out before any men walked into the communal locker area. Finally winning, she ran to the ladies' changing room to shower and change. In the shower she quickly washed the worst of the chlorine off her body, finishing off by washing her hair and conditioning. Drying herself as she walked to a cubicle, she continued wondering how her swimming costume had magically changed in the bag. Laura sighed, quickly changed back into her clothes and headed off to buy Jo and Stacey their ice creams.