Part 4
Sara headed to the bathroom to find the present wrapped elegantly on the counter. Eagerly, she opened it, finding a small pink butt plug, Kegel balls, and a note.
The note read, "Use these from when you leave home until you get back after practice. Remember your rules, but I will allow sports bras for anything relating to your soccer. Good luck hiding your new nipples and tattoo in the showers." Sara swallowed hard, realizing she would have to navigate her practice with these intimate items inside her.
Before study she jumped into the shower, the warm water easing some of her fears and washing away her degraded thoughts that now circled her mind. The nipple piercings and tattoo stung but she washed them well to avoid any infection.
She dried herself and almost instinctivly put clothes on before stopping and sitting at her desk, she studied diligently, hoping to ease her anxieties and put her mind toward her sport science degree and not this degrading horniness between her legs.
Soon it was time to leave. Dressed in her soccer shorts, white sports bra, and training top, she slowly inserted the toys. Instantly, she felt a mix of terror and humiliation. How would she manage to train without drawing attention to her awkward circumstances Sara thought to herself as she slowly pussed the items inside her.
Heading out, Sara felt hyperaware of the persistent whispers of arousal emanating from the concealed contraption nestled against her skin. Each deliberate step she took towards the gym heightened her trepidation, as waves of forbidden pleasure surged through her veins. Determined to preserve her dignity, Sara focused on maintaining her poise, unwilling to yield to the devilish desires lurking beneath her facade.
Sara walked into the gym, her pulse quickening as she felt the unfamiliar weight between her legs. Glancing around, she noticed her teammates already setting up for their strength training session. Keeping her head down, she headed over to join them.
Her friend Jamie gave her a friendly wave. "Hey, Sara! Ready to crush it today?"
Suppressing a sigh, Sara managed a weak smile. "Yeah, totally!"
They grabbed some barbells and positioned themselves near the mirrors. Coach called out instructions for their deadlifts, and Sara gripped the metal bar tightly, feeling the added resistance against her thighs. She swallowed hard, willing herself to focus on the exercise rather than the foreign object pressing against her.
Gritting her teeth, she hoisted the barbell off the ground, muscles straining as she completed each rep. Her teammates encouraged each other, shouting out words of encouragement and motivation. Sara appreciated their camaraderie, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't quite belong.
Jamie glanced over at her mid-set. "Are you okay? You seem tense today."
Sara offered a reassuring nod. "Just concentrating!"
As they moved onto lunges, Sara grew increasingly conscious of the restricted motion caused by her secret burden. Struggling to maintain her balance due to the toys but also the early torture on her body from the kneeling and predicament bondage, she stumbled awkwardly, earning puzzled looks from her concerned friends.
"Whoa, you sure you're alright?" asked Jamie, catching Sara's arm before she lost her footing entirely.
Flustered, Sara stammered, "Y-yeah, sorry. Just tripped."
Determined to finish the workout, Sara powered through the final sets, ignoring the throbbing presence that threatened to consume her thoughts and slowly becoming most stable and used to the sensations. By the end of the session, she was drenched in sweat and relieved that she had made it through unscathed.
Stepping into the compact shower stall, Sara swiftly adjusted the temperature before ducking underneath the steady stream of water. She hurriedly lathered her body, cleaning away the traces of sweat and grime from her intense gym session. Thoughts of the inserted toys and her fresh tattoos occupied her mind as she ensured none of the evidence revealed itself. Satisfied with her diligent scrubbing, she shut off the water and grabbed a threadbare towel hanging beside her.
Aware of her unique wardrobe choices—or lack thereof—she dried herself rapidly, ensuring no hint of moisture betrayed the absence of undergarments beneath her tights and oversized hoodie. Swiftly dressing, she rushed out of the gym, hoping to distance herself from any lingering suspicions.
Minutes later, as Sara walked home in the cool night air, her phone chimed with an incoming message. It was from Jamie, expressing concern about her peculiar behavior at the gym.
Jamie: Hey Sara! Are you okay? You seemed off today at the gym.
Sara: Sorry if I seemed off today. Long night + early morning = zombie mode. Feeling better now!
Jamie: Glad to hear it! Was worried maybe something was wrong. Hope you're getting enough rest <3
Sara:Yeah, definitely working on it
Thanks for checking in on me - really appreciate it!
Jamie: Of course!! Anytime, seriously. Let's catch up soon. Maybe lunch tomorrow?
Sara: Sounds great! I'll make sure I am free but I will hopefully see you then
Jamie: Perfect
Text me if anything changes. Night, Sara!
Sara: Will do, thanks again! Goodnight, Jamie
With that Sara hurried to her dorm but not before on more message came through just as she walked in the door.
Victoria: Good evening, Sara. Your efforts today were noted and approved. Enjoy the night off, but remember to prepare for tomorrow. Be ready to present yourself promptly at 6 AM in the outfit displayed on your desk. Don't forget your chastity belt. Sleep well.
Sara's eyes widened as she read the text from Victoria. An unexpected night off, but with conditions. Smiling faintly, she responded with a quick confirmation before tossing her phone onto the coffee table. Tomorrow's ensemble appeared promising, however, the chastity belt proved daunting. Shaking off her concerns, she acknowledged the rare gift of rest and prepared for bed.
Entering her dorm, Sara stripped off the tights and hoodie she'd worn to the gym, respecting the rules and allowing her bare skin to be exposed to her room and the hidden cameras. Tired from the day's events, she slipped under the covers and savored the peaceful calm surrounding her. Within minutes, she descended into a deep, relaxing slumber.
Hours later, dawn encroached, a soft alarm gently awakening Sara from her refreshing slumber. Stretching lazily and instantly feeling a horny wave over her in the morning, she recalled the previous night's text and sprang into action. Hopping out of bed, she sauntered over to her desk, examining the elegant yellow dress draped elegantly on its surface. Beside it, her chastity belt gleamed ominously. Taking a deep breath, she resigned herself to the demands of her mistress and embarked on her preparations.
By 5:30 AM, Sara was ready, wearing the sunny yellow sundress, which accentuated her figure and complemented her golden locks. Secured within the confines of her chastity belt hidden beneath, she felt a deep level of vulnerability. Leaving her apartment, she navigated the dimly lit streets, heading towards Victoria's office.
Arriving precisely at six, she hesitantly ascended the stairs leading to the enigmatic woman's workplace, wondering what awaited her in the early hours of the morning. Unlocking the door, she discovered Victoria, immaculately groomed and seemingly delighted by her punctual appearance.
"Ah, excellent timing, Sara," praised Victoria, surveying her submissive from head to toe. "Please, come in. Our day begins shortly."
Submissively, Sara acquiesced, entering the realm of her enigmatic mistress, uncertain of the lessons that lie ahead, but ready to face them nonetheless.
Sara enters Victoria's office and finds her already busily typing away on her computer, appearing as if she had been up for several hours. Sara waits patiently, clearing her throat lightly to signal her presence.
Victoria raises her hand in acknowledgement, briefly diverting her attention from the screen. "Lean over my desk," she commands in a serious tone. Sara follows the instruction, resting her forearms on the polished wood.
Victoria reaches into a drawer and retrieves a pretty pink sparkly dog collar. Sara's heart races, sensing the forthcoming humiliation. "Turn around," Victoria instructs, placing the collar around Sara's neck. Sara's eyes fall shut, wishing she could disappear.
"Down," Victoria orders, indicating that Sara should kneel. With the addition of a leash connected to the collar, she guides Sara under her desk, stopping only inches away from her exposed pussy beneath her skirt. Sara's cheeks burn with embarrassment, horrified at the closeness to her mistress.
Typing sounds echo as Victoria carries on with her work, seemingly unaffected by Sara's presence beneath her desk. Moments drag on, interrupted only by Victoria absentmindedly scratching Sara's scalp.
Breaking the silence, Victoria abruptly addresses Sara, "Hand me your phone." Obeying, Sara gives her the device. Victoria installs monitoring software, gaining access to Sara's calendar, call log, and messages.
"Now let's talk about some logistics shall we, and get your tongue to work down there nice and slowly my good girl" Victoria concludes, handing the phone back to Sara and begins to type again. Fighting feelings of violation and humiliation, Sara slowly reached her tongue forward as the taste of Mistress Victorias pussy was strong in her mouth.
Sara continued to slowly lick at Mistress Victoria's wet pussy, her tongue exploring every inch of her mistress's folds as she obeyed her every command. Mistress Victoria's grip on her hair tightened as she moaned in pleasure, signaling to Sara that she was doing a good job.
"From now on, you will have some daily tasks to ensure you remain compliant," Mistress Victoria announced, her tone businesslike but you could sense she was experiencing some pleasure. "Firstly, you will come here every morning before attending class. This will give us time to discuss your schedule and any upcoming tasks I may have for you."
Sara nodded, listening intently as she continued to lick obediently.
"Additionally, you will make sure your phone is on at all times, as I may require your assistance at any moment. You will also continue to follow all of the rules I have previously outlined, not exceptions."
Sara gulped, feeling a familiar wave of humiliation wash over her.
"Lastly," Mistress Victoria continued, "on weekends, you will come to my house on Friday nights and can leave Monday mornings. I have your full schedule and training plan for soccer, and anything else outside of those activities, you will ask for permission."
Sara's mind raced as she processed the implications of these new rules. She would essentially be living under Mistress Victoria's roof during the weekends, completely at her disposal. Despite her reservations, she knew better than to argue.
"Understood?" Mistress Victoria asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Mistress," Sara murmured into Mistress Victoria's pussy, her eye looking up longingly.
"Excellent," Mistress Victoria replied, smiling satisfactorily. "Now, let's talk about you date with Jamie shall we".
Sara's eyes looking up from in the crotch of Mistress Victoria instantly looked scared to death. As Mistress Victoria built to an orgasm, she talked at Sara, her voice thick with pleasure. "Imagine telling Jamie about your new nipple piercings, hmm? Or confessing your desire to experiment with a girl? Oh, and of course, mentioning just how incredibly horny you are today."
Sara listened in surprise, unsure if her mistress was joking or not. Before she could respond, Victoria continued, "You'll go and see Jamie at lunch today, and you'll make sure to bring up these three topics in conversation. Understand?"
Sara nodded, feeling mortified at the thought of discussing such personal matters with her friend. But she knew better than to question Mistress Victoria's orders.
"Good girl," Victoria purred, her body shuddering with pleasure as she reached her peak. Sara remained silent, her mind racing as she tried to process the humiliating conversation she was expected to have with Jamie as her Mistress began to cum onto her face.
After what felt like an eternity of moisture slowly flowing, Victoria finally relaxed, releasing Sara from her grip. "Now go, and prepare yourself for today's encounter. I expect you to be fully committed to this task."
Feeling numb, Sara stood up her face flushed red. Mistress Victoria got up and unclasped the collar off her neck. "Be good or I will keep this on you permanently," Mistress Victoria stated as she smacked saras ass out to the door. Brushing the belt around Sara as she did she points at the small key around her neck, "this stays locked for now though my horny whore".
Sara quickly turned and left the office, her mind spinning with anxiety and dread. She couldn't imagine how she was going to bring up these topics with Jamie, especially without arousing suspicion. But she knew she had no choice – Mistress Victoria demanded it, and Sara was powerless to refuse.
For the rest of the day, Sara obsessed over the conversation she would have with Jamie. She practiced different ways of bringing up the topics, trying to make them sound casual and natural. But no matter how she phrased it, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was betraying her friend's trust.
Eventually, the lunch of reckoning arrived. Sara nervously approached Jamie at a cafe they went to all the time, her palms sweating and her heart racing. To her credit, Jamie seemed genuinely happy to see her, greeting her with a warm hug and asking how she was doing.
Sara took a deep breath, steeling herself for the humiliating conversation to come. "Actually, I have something kind of weird to tell you," she began, her voice wavering slightly.
Jamie raised an eyebrow, a curious expression on her face. "Okay, go ahead."
Sara sat nervously across from Jamie, trying to find the right words to begin the conversation. After a few moments of awkward silence, she decided to dive right in.
Sara took a deep breath and blurred out the first topic. "Well I got my nipples pierced yesterday."
Jamie blinked in surprise, processing the statement. "Wow, that's bold of you. How does it feel?"
Sara shrugged, still avoiding direct eye contact. "It's different, but I kind of like it."
Jamie nodded, clearly trying to hide her shock. "Interesting. Well, if you like it, that's all that matters."
Sara continued into light chit chat, her mind nervous of the next topics she needed to talk about.
Another pause settled between them before Sara brought up the second topic. "I've been feeling really horny lately," she muttered, her face turning red.
Jamie raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "Oh? Is that why you've been acting strange recently?"
Sara nodded, feeling embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess so. It's just hard to focus on anything else."
Jamie tilted her head, studying Sara carefully. "Have you tried doing anything about it?"
Sara shook her head. "Like yeah, I'm just... overwhelmed, I guess."
Jamie leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Well, if you ever need any recommendations, I'm here for you."
Sara's eyes shot up to meet Jamie's, surprised by her offer. "R-recommendations?"
Jamie smirked, enjoying the tension between them. "Yeah, you know. Sex toys, porn, stuff like that. I'm sure there are plenty of resources online."
Sara's face turned even redder, but she couldn't deny the curiosity bubbling inside of her. "O-oh, of course, Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."
Jamie nodded, satisfied with her response. "Good. Hahaha you used to be such a prude, what happened to you". Jamie laughed playingly with her.
Sara took a deep breath, bracing herself for the final blow. "Well if we are talking about it, I've been thinking about maybe experimenting with girls," she said, looking down at her hands.
Jamie's eyes widened, but she kept her cool exterior. "Really? I thought you were dead straight"
Sara shook her head. "No, I think I am, but you don't know until you try and I've been having these thoughts and feelings, and I don't know what to do about them."
Jamie nodded, trying to hide her interest. "Have you thought about pursuing those feelings? because curiosity is different to actions you know."
Sara shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. "I don't know. I'm just talking out loud I guess."
Jamie leaned in closer, her voice lowering. "Well what if you discover a whole new side of yourself that you never knew existed?"
Sara bit her lip, hearing Jamie's words knowing she has definitely experienced this and it did not open a new side to me, quiet the opposite in fact.
Jamie leaned back in her chair, contemplative. "Well, if you ever want to give it a try, I could introduce you to some people. Plus, if you get me drunk enough, you might have a chance with me," she said, jokingly.
Sara's eyes widened in shock, unsure if Jamie was serious or not. "Wait, what? You would...?"
Jamie burst out laughing, realizing how Sara interpreted her comment. "No, no, I'm just kidding! I mean, I'm flattered, but I'm not interested in dating you, Sara. But I'm happy to support you and help you explore your feelings in a safe and consensual way."
Sara breathed a sigh of relief, her face heating up with embarrassment. "Oh, wow you almost had me there."
Jamie smiled warmly at her friend. "Who knows, I'm not as vanilla as you are Sara you know that".
Jamie glances down at her phone "shit I gotta go, I'll see you later on, and you will have to show me your new nipples soon too". Jamie's says teasingly as she runs off.
Sara sat frozen in her seat, her mind racing as Jamie stood up to leave. She couldn't believe that she had just shared such personal information with her friend, and she felt a mixture of relief and guilt wash over her. On one hand, she was grateful for Jamie's support and understanding, but on the other hand, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had crossed a boundary that shouldn't have been crossed.
Just as Jamie was walking away, Sara's phone buzzed with a new text message. She frowned as she picked it up, her heart sinking when she saw that it was from Mistress Victoria. The message read, "I hope you enjoyed sharing all of your dirty secrets with your little friend. Don't worry, I was listening the whole time."
Sara's blood boiled as she read the message, her face flushing with anger and embarrassment. She couldn't believe that her mistress had been listening in on her conversation with Jamie, and she felt violated and exposed. She knew that she couldn't ignore Mistress Victoria's commands, but she resented the constant surveillance and control that she imposed including this new spywear her phone.
With a heavy heart, Sara got up and headed back to her dorm room. She stripped off her clothes as she entered, feeling a sense of disgust as she was forced to be naked. She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water flow over her skin and wash away the stress and tension of the day. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to center herself and find some inner peace.
Unfortunately, her peace was short-lived. Just as she was settling down to do some studying, there was a sharp knock on the door. Sara's heart skipped a beat as she heard the sound, knowing that it could only be one person. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, mentally preparing herself for what was to come.
Nervously, she got up and slowly walked over to the door, still completely naked. She took a deep breath and opened it, her eyes widening as she saw Mistress Victoria standing before her. The older woman was dressed in a sleek black suit, her dark hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders. She held a black duffle bag in one hand, her eyes narrowed as she surveyed Sara's naked body.
"Good afternoon, Sara," Mistress Victoria said crisply, her voice laced with authority. "I trust you've had a productive day?"
Sara nodded, struggling to keep her voice steady. "Yes, Mistress," she said, bowing her head in submission.
Mistress Victoria raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking over Sara's body. "I see that you're not dressed, good girl to follow her rules".
"Kneel like a good slave, with good posture," Mistress Victoria commanded, her tone authoritative. Sara immediately lowered herself onto her knees, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her.
Mistress Victoria sat down on Sara's bed and looked at her with a smirk. "Good girl. Tonight, I have a special task for you. I want you to head back to college and go to your soccer change rooms. The door will be unlocked, and you will find your next set of instructions in your locker."
Sara felt a surge of anxiety wash over her. She knew that going to the change rooms at this time was risky. But she also knew that refusing Mistress Victoria's orders was not an option.
"I understand, Mistress," Sara said, her voice trembling slightly.
Mistress Victoria nodded approvingly. She slowly unlocked the chastity belt that Sara had been wearing for the past few days and removed it, placing it on the bed. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a large vibrating egg, pushing it inside Sara's wet pussy. Sara gasped at the sudden intrusion, but Mistress Victoria ignored her protests.
"Wear these white tights to hold the egg in place," Mistress Victoria instructed, throwing a pair of tights at Sara. She then pulled out some rope and began to tie Sara's breasts up tightly, causing her to wince in pain and he newly pierced nipples to protrude out.
Once she was satisfied with her work, Mistress Victoria placed a pink collar around Sara's neck and pushed a matching buttplug into her ass. She then tossed a hoodie at Sara, telling her to put it on to cover up. Sara felt completely violated, especially as the plug was slowly pushed back into her tight ass.
"Now go, and don't disappoint me," Mistress Victoria said, her tone stern. Sara reluctantly got up and left the room, her mind racing with anxiety and uncertainty about what awaited her.