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(Truth be told, I don`t even know if there`s interest for this. Still... I hate unfinished stories, so...)

"Not that one," I tell Sarah. "Get undressed."

My Sarah. My ex-girlfriend. My best friend (maybe). My slave. Last Sunday, she came over to my place and surrendered her body to me. That's because her mind is shot. I still don't have the full details (she has been quite devious in keeping them out of my hands, despite all my best efforts) but I know she left her boyfriend Jim. They were together for nine months, longer than she was with me, but not longer than with Brad. Jim and Sarah. They were perfect for each other. She was daring and he was willing to try anything. Apparently, she threw him into the arms of another. Sarah! My favorite contradiction. I've been playing with her for the week but, as much as I have enjoyed this, she's my friend, and I aim to set her straight (not in the sexual orientation meaning, mind you).

I watch as Sarah slips out of the dress and gets naked in front of me, waiting for me.

"Where are we going?" she asks.
"I told you, it's a surprise. I need you to look your best. A short skirt would be perfect, with heels and long socks."
"Okay..."

She rummages through her clothing and mine and finds items that she begins to match together. I watch in silence as she plays dressup for me.

"Maybe not those heels," I tell her. "And the skirt is too long. More leg."

Again, she strips. I keep thinking back to our shared history, our common passion for daring at first, which turned lustful quite quickly. The only reason we decided to date was because we hung around so much and we were already having lots of sex (just not exclusively with each other). It was fun while it lasted, but I have moved on. Considerably, now that I think about it. More recently, with my family. I'm having dirty thoughts about Janice and Daniel. Then again, I'm adopted, but it's still very weird. Things happened once, when we were young, and it's best not to revisit them, but I'm glad we made peace about how they treated me. It makes me reflect on my own current treatment of Sarah, but it's tough love. I can't let her fall in love with me again. I'm a pornstar now. I have another contract next week - two actually. On Monday, I have a lesbian shoot with another unknown. On Thursday, I have a fake casting interview where the recruiter will fuck me silly; I'm supposed to play this innocent girl who's looking to do porn to pay for her college - a classic. I need to solve Sarah's plight this weekend. I don't want to be lugging her around for another week.

"Well?" Sarah asks.
"Better. We can almost see your snatch."
"Commando?" she asks again.
"Of course. We want to have quick access to that lovely... meow!"

She giggles.

"For the top," I tell her, "go with a very revealing bra, and a white shirt."
"Schoolgirlish?" she asks.
"Why not?"

Once more, Sarah dives into our collective clothing. We're about the same size, though my breasts are larger than hers. As I see her lean over, I'm reminded of how much anal sex I have imposed on her this week. Once a day since last Sunday, and today (Saturday) was no exception. That's how I entertained her before lunch. I was kinder though, because after I was done, I ate her out and made her come on my lips. She's in much better spirits because of it, and I need her positive for tonight. Things are gonna happen, and there's gonna be some turmoil, to be sure.

After all, I did invite Jim over to the bondage place too. Sarah doesn't know that. He said he'd be there later. That means we need to be there early. Sarah needs to be in the swing of things before Jim gets there. It's important for what I have planned next. I also knew that there are expectations that I'll make myself available for a few boys (Princess seemed quite enthusiastic about it, as well as introducing me to her girlfriend).

"And?"

I stare at Sarah. She looks sexy as fuck.

"We got it," I tell her.

She smiles back.

"And you won't tell me where we're going?" she insists.
"Nope. But I will tell you that I'll be there all the while, and around, to keep you company, to entertain you. But you're going to have to play along. As long as you live under my roof, you do what I tell you. Remember?"

That's the agreement we made when she appeared naked in my bed last Sunday. So far, she's honored it to a fault. But I'm going to press her tonight. She might break. That's why it needs to be clear from the onset. If she does break, she's out. I have to be firm about that.

"I will," she confirms.
"Good."

I tap on the bed beside me to make her sit there. She does. I kiss her.

"Now, I'm going to be bringing my toys. I will tell you we're going to a place where there will be other people. How long has it been since you've been naked in public?"
"What kind of public are we talking about?"
"An adult public, of course, with people in the know of sexual things."

She seems to consider my question.

"Last summer?"
"Okay... I was also thinking you might want to wear a mask, so I bought you one."
"A mask?" she stares at me.

I hand her one from my purse: it's a small thing for covering the top of her face, a half-domino mask.

"Looks like a super-hero thing," she tells me.

I can't help but think of Jim, her ex. He loves super heroines. I remember a shoot we did last winter for him. That was fun. I see from Sarah's eyes that she remembers too.

"It's for anonymity," I tell her. "You have to start considering your future if you want to teach kindergarten. Unfortunately, she tells me, people are still very prejudiced."
"Yes they are," she agrees.

I get up and get Sarah to follow me. We head for the kitchen to pick up our stuff before leaving. I'm still a little bit concerned about the whole idea. I know Sarah is an emotional wreck right now, so taking her there might lead to a blow-out. I still care too much, I tell myself.

"So... there's probably gonna be sex tonight," I tell her.
"When has that ever been a problem?" she retorts.
"That's a good question," I talk back. "What's your limit for tonight?"
"My limit is what you set," she tells me.
"No Sarah, you know how this works. You set your own limits, otherwise, you can end up doing things you'll regret. All right, let me ask questions, you say yes or no. Ok?"
"Sure."

I start voicing scenarios.

"Naked in front of a lot of people?"
"Yes."
"Masturbating in public?"
"Yes... the same people?"
"Yeah, always the same people."
"Then yes, yes."
"Ok..."

I pause.

"Being humilitated on display."
"Definitely yes..."

For whatever reason, Sarah is really being into humiliated right now: I think it's a guilty conscience she doesn't want to admit, and it's her way of atoning for whatever she feels bad about.

"Being tied up?"
"Sure. But no gags."
"No gags. Got it.... What about cum?"
"Cum?" she seems not to understand.
"Lets say you're tied up and a guy jerks off on your chest."
"That's pretty graphic!"
"Yes or no?" I emphasize.
"Um... yes."
"Blowjobs?"
"Sure."
"Sex?"

She pauses.

"Yeah, sure. Yes. Okay."

The fact that she used four words as an answer tells me there's some uncertainty there. I clarify my idea.

"Sex with a stranger?"
"...yes, but we have to use protection. No exceptions."
"Understood."

I'm trying to come up with more scenarios but none immediately spring to mind. I'm turned on, to be honest. I guess there's only one thing I need to ask, and it's really the deal-breaker.

"What about if we meet someone who already knows you?"
"Like who?" she seems interested by the question.
"For example, um... Princess."
"Princess? Oh! Right, your ex!"
"Yeah. I have a fairly good notion she'll be there. Maybe others."
"I guess people I know are fine, as long as they don't pose a threat."

She seems to think what she said over.

"Who do I actually know would pose a threat?"
"Nobody," I reply. "That's who. Come on. We should go."

I stare her down before we leave.

"You look so hot, by the way."

She blushes. I can't believe I'm putting her through this ordeal. It's for her own good. Still, I'm uneasy. I hope she doesn't hate me for what is about to unfold. That would really hurt me.

But I've been hurt by Sarah before. I know what it feels like. And I know that I care too much for her to let her keep going down on the path to self-destruction. Tonight, we setlle things.

We're out the door and on our way a minute later.