[SaraSlut21]

Part 5

Sara's heart raced as she made her way to the change rooms, her senses on high alert. She walked quickly, her tits bouncing uncomfortably in the tight binding and her pussy throbbing from the vibrating egg inside her even without any vibration. She tugged at the hoodie, pulling it down lower over the pink collar that was now starting to chafe her neck.

Sara arrived at the college's athletic complex, her heart racing as she approached the soccer change rooms. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable, and she felt even worse that she was in a place where people could so easily recognise her.

As she entered the change room, she was relieved to find it empty and quiet. She walked hesitantly towards her locker, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and she could feel the sweat trickling down her forehead.

When she reached her locker, she took a deep breath and opened it, praying that she wouldn't find anything unsettling inside. But her hopes were dashed as a note fluttered to the ground, with instructions written in Mistress Victoria's handwriting.

Sara's hands shook as she read the note, her mind racing with fear and anxiety. She was to strip naked and cuff herself to the bench in the middle of the room, face up and with her limbs spread to the top and bottom of the bench and wear the items in the bottom of you locker. Sara's heart sank as she realized that there was no way out of this situation once again and her torture would continue.

With trembling hands, she undressed, feeling more exposed than ever before. She reached to the bottom of the locker and pulled out a pair of swimming goggles that had been painted black, blinding them completely and a pair of tight metal nipple clamps. She attached the clamps as the tightly pinched the extremely sensitive nipples and placed the goggles over her head resting on her forhead. She then cuffed her ankles to the bench, laying back and stretching out her body and exposing herself completely. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the fear and humiliation that consumed her before sliding the goggles over her eyes and reaching backwards finding the other cuffs at the base of the bench and cuffing her hands tightly.

As she lay there, stretched tightly along the bench, she felt the vibrator inside her stir to life, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. Sara bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as the sensations became more intense. She could feel her pussy growing wetter with every passing moment, and she knew that she was completely at Mistress Victoria's mercy.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as she lay there, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She didn't know what would happen next, but she knew that she had no choice but to surrender to Mistress Victoria's will. Her nipples ached and the terror of no seeing a thing all the while trying to maintain some silence as the buzzing tortured her pussy was making her sweat and want to cry.

Sara's breath hitched as she felt someone slowly approach her in the change room. She could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and her heart raced in her chest. Suddenly, she felt a gentle tug on the chain connecting the clamps on her nipples, and she arched her back as it was pulled upward towards the ceiling. The chain was tied up tightly above her and she is forced to fight against her body to hold her tits as high as possible.

Sara lay on the bench, her body trembling with anticipation as the vibrator inside her buzzed to life once again. She bit her lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape her throat as the device sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

The person walked around to her side, and Sara could hear the rustle of fabric as they moved. Suddenly, she felt a sharp crack against her skin, and she cried out in surprise. The person continued to smack her body with a crop, alternating between her breasts, stomach, and thighs.

Each blow sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through Sara's body, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut behind the goggles, focusing on the conflicting sensations coursing through her.

She could feel her pussy growing wetter with every passing moment, and she knew that she was completely at this persons mercy. The nipple clamps continued to dug into her sensitive flesh, sending bolts of pain and pleasure straight to her brain.

Just as Sara felt herself nearing the edge, the vibrator was silenced once again. She groaned in frustration, her body begging for release. But it was denied, and the cycle continued.

"No no just please let me cum please" Sara begged out to who she hoped was Mistress Victoria and not some random person, it had to be her right, Sara thought to herself instantly filling her mind with terror at the idea it wasn't.

Again and again, the vibrator buzzed to life, sending Sara spiralling towards the brink of orgasm before cutting off abruptly, leaving her suspended in a state of agony. She couldn't take much more of this, but she knew better than to protest.

Hours passed, or perhaps it was only minutes, Sara couldn't tell. All she knew was that she was trapped in this endless cycle of pleasure and denial, her body crying out for release that never came.

The person walked around her, cropping her sensitive skin as she edged closer and closer to orgasm. Each sharp smack sent a jolt of pain through her body, mixing with the pleasure of the vibrator and nipple clamps.

Finally, mercifully, the vibrator was silenced for good. Sara lay there, spent and exhausted, her body trembling with exhaustion as her back was still arched but starting to fatigue and putting pressure on her nipples and shoulders. She could feel the sweat pouring down her body, pooling in the small of her back and between her breasts.

Suddenly, she felt the clamps being removed from her nipples, sending a flood of relief through her body. But the relief was short-lived, as she felt the person untying the chain that held her nipples aloft.

The blood rushed back into her nipples, sending a wave of pain crashing through her body. Sara screamed, her back arching off the bench as the pain intensified. She thrashed against the cuffs, trying to escape the torrent of agony that consumed her.

But there was nowhere to go, no way to escape. She was trapped, completely at the mercy of whoever was tormenting her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pain subsided. Sara lay there, panting heavily, her body slick with sweat and tears.

She heard the sound of footsteps retreating, and she knew that she was alone once again. Exhausted and emotionally drained, Sara closed her eyes and surrendered to the darkness that surrounded her.

Sara's wrists and ankles were still tingling from being cuffed for so long, but she felt a surge of relief as she realized that they had somehow opened on their own. She flexed her fingers and toes, testing the mobility of her joints and feeling grateful for the freedom.

Without hesitation, Sara got up from the bench, her body aching and bruised from the prolonged edging and physical abuse. She felt dizzy and disoriented from the blindfold, but she managed to stumble to her locker.

She quickly threw on her hoodie and tights, grateful for the extra layer of clothing, even if it was still far from adequate protection.

Sara checked her phone, her heart skipping a beat as she saw a new message from Mistress Victoria. "Good job, my dear. You may head home and remove all of the toys and ropes now. Put the chastity belt back on and get some rest. We will reconvene tomorrow morning at my office."

Sara let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful that she was being dismissed for the night. She gathered her things and made her way out of the athletic complex, eager to get home and nurse her wounds.

As she walked, she couldn't help but reflect on the events of the night. She felt a mix of emotions, ranging from humiliation and fear and arousal. She knew that she was in way over her head, but she just needed to find a way to survive submitting to Mistress Victoria.

When she finally arrived home, Sara wasted no time in stripping naked and then securing the chastity belt around her waist. Even though it meant that she would be deprived of sexual gratification for the foreseeable future she wanted to make sure her Mistress had no excuse to punish her.

As she climbed into bed, she couldn't help but wonder what the next day would bring. She knew that Mistress Victoria had many more surprises in store for her, but she just wanted to try to sleep and ignore her high level of horniness.

Sara lay in bed, her body exhausted and drained from the night's events. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, but images of Mistress Victoria's cruel games kept flooding her thoughts. She tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but the chastity belt dug into her skin and reminded her of her constant arousal and submission to Mistress Victoria. Eventually, Sara fell into a restless sleep, plagued by vivid and disturbing dreams.

When Sara woke up, she felt even more exhausted than before. She groggily got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, her body aching and sore. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to wake herself up and prepare for the day ahead.

As she looked at herself in the mirror staring at her naked and tortured body, her red and sensitive nipples, her chastity belt locked around her now very horny pussy, and the tattoo peaking out the top that read the humiliating words "good girls don't cum". Sara couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation. She was a prisoner to Mistress Victoria's whims, forced to obey her every command and submit to her every desire. She was clearly forcing Sara to be as horny as possible and it was working, never could Sara remember going this long without masturbating and all this edging was starting to drive her mad.

With a heavy heart, Sara got dressed and headed to Mistress Victoria's office. She knew that she was in for another day of torment and humiliation, but she tried to block it out and head to her office, still getting used to walking over there without any bra or panties on. Thankfully she didn't have a uniform of a skirt or dress today and just wore a simple pair of tights, tshirt and a hoodie.

As she walked through the doors, Sara felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that she was about to enter a world of pain, a world where she was neither in control nor receiving any compassion.

When she arrived, she found the door unlocked, and she cautiously stepped inside. Victoria was seated at her desk, typing away on her computer. She didn't acknowledge Sara's presence, so she stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Remove your clothes, put on your pink collar on my desk and kneel under my desk," Victoria said curtly, not bothering to look up from her screen. Sara complied, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over her as she stripped down and assumed the submissive position.

Minutes ticked by, and Sara could feel her anxiety mounting. Why was she being treated like this? Finally, Victoria spoke up.

"I have a special task for you today," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Drink this."

Sara watched in horror as Victoria pulled a dog bowl out from her desk drawer and proceeded to urinate into it. The smell was overpowering, and Sara felt her stomach churn with disgust.

"Please, Mistress, I can't..." she began, but Victoria cut her off.

"You will drink it, or you will suffer the consequences slut, how dare you talk back to me" she said, her voice cold and detached as she pinched her checks with her fingers forcing Sara's eyes to meet hers.

Reluctantly, Sara leaned forward towards the bowl now placed at Mistress Victorias feet, she stared down at the warm golden liquid.

"Drink it with no hand too slut like a good little puppy," Victoria commanded, her voice stern and unyielding not even looking down at Sara anymore.

Sara nodded, her eyes cast downward in submission. She got down on all fours, and Sara's entire body shook with disgust and shame as she obediently lapped at the bowl of piss like a puppy. The taste was absolutely revolting, salty and bitter with a hint of ammonia that burned the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag and vomit with every fiber of her being, but she knew that disobedience would only lead to further punishment and degradation.

Every sip felt like a violation, a stain on her soul that she would never be able to wash away. She could feel her dignity slipping away with each lick, replaced by a crushing sense of worthlessness and filth. She was nothing more than a vessel for Victoria's twisted desires, a pawn in her game of domination and control.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she drank, her heart aching with sorrow and despair. She wished that she could scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but she knew that it would do no good.

As she finished the last drops of piss in the bowl, she felt a wave of shame and self-loathing crash over her. Her mouth could not get the terrible flavour out as it seemed to line the walls of her checks with the terrible taste.

"Good puppy dog," Mistress Victoria mockingly. "Now, crawl up onto my desk on all fours."

Sara did as she was told, feeling utterly humiliated. She could feel Victoria's gaze on her, assessing her every movement. She felt very exposed being naked and this high up on the large timber desk.

"Spread your legs wider," Victoria commanded. "Show me your ass."

Sara complied, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over her. She could feel Victoria's fingertips tracing the lines of her chastity belt, teasing her asshole through the thick material.

"A perfect chastity belt should only allow access to your perfect little ass," Victoria mused, her voice low and sultry. "Let's see if we can loosen things up a bit."

She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Carefully, she applied it to her fingers, Sara could feel her heart racing as Victoria's fingers probed her hole, teasing it with the cold lube.

"Relax, my little slut," Victoria whispered, her breath hot against Sara's ear. "Let me in."

Sara tried to relax, but it was impossible. She felt invaded, violated. Still, she couldn't deny the pleasure that was building inside of her, at this point any touch made her horny against her will, and Mistress Victoria seemed to know the exact way to make her feel a forced pleasure.

Victoria slid one finger inside of her, then two, working them in and out with practiced ease. Sara moaned, unable to help herself as she was starting to realise that Mistress Victoria was somehow an expert at this.

"Enjoying this are you, my little slut," Victoria purred, withdrawing her fingers, teasing Sara for moaning"

Sara whimpered, frustrated and ashamed. She wanted to beg, to plead for her to stop, but she knew better than to speak out of turn.

She continued to toy with her ass slowly, "Tell me, Sara," Victoria whispered, her lips brushing against Sara's ear. "How badly do you want to cum?"

"So bad, Mistress," Sara breathed, her voice ragged with desire, she was clearly at the end of her rope with how horny she was.

"Beg me," Victoria commanded. "Beg me to let you cum."

"Please, Mistress," Sara begged, her voice quavering with emotion. "Please, let me cum. I need it so badly."

Victoria chuckled, her fingers tracing the lines of Sara's legs along the lines chastity belt, so close to pleasure.

"Maybe someday," she said cryptically. "But not today, and not with begging like that."

Sara whimpered, disappointment flooding her system. She felt like she was going to explode with need, like she was going to shatter into a million pieces.

As Mistress Victoria continues to probe Sara's ass with her fingers, she starts to talk to her in a conversational tone, "Your mouth probably tastes like piss now, doesn't it? I can practically smell it from here. If you don't want to go to class with that unpleasant taste in your mouth, I can give you a choice. You can either go to class with that smell on your tongue, or if you prefer, I can tie you up in some fun bondage for thirty minutes and let you clean your mouth properly."

Sara hesitates for a moment, her mind racing with disgust at the thought of either option. But ultimately, she decides that the bondage might be the lesser of two evils. "Okay, I'll choose the bondage," she says quietly, her voice trembling with humiliation but she couldn't have people smelling piss on her all day.

Mistress Victoria smiles triumphantly and begins to gather some ropes. She ties them around Sara's long blonde hair, pulling it tightly and attaching the other end of the rope to an anal hook she pulled from her draw. Sara feels the hooks dig into her asshole as Mistress Victoria tightens them together, pulling her neck up and backwards as she kneels on all fours on Mistress Victoria's desk.

"Here, as promised, to clean your mouth," Mistress Victoria says, shoving a bar of soap into Sara's mouth. "Don't drop it, or you'll have to start over."

Sara's body strains as she tries to hold the bar of soap in her mouth while maintaining her precarious position. She felt so stupid to actually thing Mistress Victoria would let her clean herself properly as this wasn't what she had in mind. She can feel her muscles starting to ache, but she dare not complain. Mistress Victoria seems to revel in her suffering, playing with Sara's body as she kneels there.

She runs her fingers over Sara's nipples, tweaking and pulling at them until they stiffen into peaks. Sara involuntarily squirms as Mistress Victoria touches her, the sensation both teasing and excruciating. She can feel her body reacting to the stimulation, despite her hatred of the situation, the metal bars now inside her nipples making them harder and more sensitive.

Meanwhile, Mistress Victoria keeps up a steady stream of banter, taunting and teasing Sara as she struggles to hold the soap in her mouth. "Doesn't this feel good, Sara? Being tied up and at my mercy? You love it, don't you?"

She remains silent, her body trembling with strain as she holds the soap in her mouth. She can taste the chemicals and perfume, bitter and unpleasant on her tongue. She wishes that she could spit it out, to rid herself of the taste and the humiliation as she starts to drool bubbles onto Mistress Victorias desk.

Mistress Victoria starts to play with the hook deep in Sara's ass as she looks into her eyes of Sara's backwards cocked head. "Mmmm feels nice doesn't it", she teases as she rotates the hook in a circles, moving the metal bulb on the inside of Sara's ass around and around.

Finally, Mistress Victoria releases her from the bondage, and Sara collapses onto the desk, exhausted and humiliated. She can taste the soap on her tongue, bitter and unpleasant.

Sara lay on the desk, panting and trembling with exhaustion. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had been forced to drink piss, endure painful anal play, and clean her mouth with soap. She felt completely humiliated and degraded.

Mistress Victoria looked over her, a cruel smile on her face. "Good girl," she said, patting Sara on the head like a pet. "You did well today. Now, go to class and try not to let anyone suspect what a dirty little slut you truly are." As she finished those words she unclasped the collar and replaced the anal hook with the same pink metal plug. Sara didn't even have time to react before it was pushed firmly inside her between the chastity belt opening.

As she got dressed and left the office, Sara couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. Mistress Victoria had promised her that she would learn discipline, dedication, and devotion, and Sara knew that she still had a long way to go.