Sara Blackmailed College Slave

[SaraSlut21]

Part 1

Sara sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the letter in her hand. She couldn't believe what she was reading. The letter instructed her to meet at an office of a Professor.

This letter said it was given to Mistress Victoria by her ex boyfriend who Sara cheated on one night, a regretful drunken mistake that has now come back to bite her big time.

The letter stated that Sara had been caught selling weed on campus, and Mistress Victoria was in possession of the evidence.

Mistress Victoria had also included a specific dress code in the letter, which made Sara feel even more uncomfortable. She was to wear a miniskirt and tight white top, with no underwear allowed. The thought of being so exposed in front of someone who had such damaging information about her made Sara feel sick to her stomach.

Despite her apprehension, Sara had no choice but to follow the instructions in the letter. As she walked across campus towards Victoria's office, she could feel her heart racing and her legs trembling. Every step felt like an eternity, the wind causing the miniskirt to ride up her thighs and the top to cling to her body, revealing the outline of her nipples.

When she arrived at the office, she stood before to door trembling in her skimpy outfit, nervous and humiliated she knocked on the door. Victoria greeted her with a wicked grin. She was a woman in her 40s with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in a tight black dress and stiletto heels, which only made Sara feel more self-conscious.

Victoria locked the door behind her, and Sara's heart began to pound in her chest. She knew she was in trouble, and she had no idea what Victoria had planned for her.

"So, you're the one Jack sent me," Victoria said, her voice laced with amusement.

Sara nodded, feeling a lump in her throat.

"Good," Victoria said, stepping closer to her. "I paid jack a good sum of money for this material", she says as she motions to the blackmail material spread over her desk. "I've been looking for a new slave, and you'll do nicely."

Sara's eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening. She was about to become a slave to this sadistic woman, forced to do whatever she wanted.

I was disgusted and humiliated by the prospect. The thought of being dominated by Victoria, of giving up control to her completely, made me sick to my stomach.

Sara stood before Mistress Victoria, still reeling from the shock of being blackmailed into becoming her slave. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life, and the thought of what Victoria might do to her made her heart race with fear and excitement.

Victoria circled her slowly, eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat. Sara tried to keep her eyes down, but she could feel Victoria's gaze burning into her skin.

"First things first," Victoria said, breaking the silence. "There are some ground rules you need to follow now that you're my slave."

Sara felt a shiver run down her spine as Victoria reached out to touch her cheek. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

"And there's one more thing," Victoria said, stepping back around to face her. "I want you to circle your clit slowly as I read you these rules. Show me that you understand."

Sara's eyes widened in shock. She had never touched herself in front of anyone before, let alone a woman, and worse of all one she barely knew. But she knew better than to disobey.

Slowly, tentatively, Sara began to circle her clit with her finger. She tried to focus on the rules instead of the forced pleasure and the humiliation of being forced to do this in front of Mistress Victoria.

"Rule number one," Victoria said, leaning in close. "You tell no one about our arrangement. It stays a secret between us, understand?"

Sara nodded, her voice caught in her throat.

"Rule number two," Victoria continued. "No cumming without permission. That means no touching yourself, no orgasms unless I say so."

Sara felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. The idea of not being allowed to touch herself was terrifying and she was scared how horny and desperate she could end up. That would be a new sensation as she never once though of denying herself of an orgasm before.

"Rule number three," Victoria said, moving her hand down to Sara's chest. "No underwear without permission. You'll be going commando from now on."

Sara's heart skipped a beat. The thought of going without underwear made her feel exposed and vulnerable, and would hate to flash someone by accident in public.

"Rule number four," Victoria said, circling around to stand behind Sara. "You must be naked at all times in your dorm room. No exceptions."

Sara felt a rush of humiliation and shame at the thought of being forced to strip down in her own private space. And what if someone came over!

As Victoria read off the rules one by one, Sara continued to circle her clit, feeling her arousal build with each passing moment. She couldn't believe how much she was hating this, despite her fear and humiliation her pure embarrassment was the worst as she rubbed her exposed pussy under her skirt.

When Victoria finished reading the rules, she stepped forward and took Sara's hand away from her clit.

"Good girl," she said, her voice low and husky. "You're going to make a great slave."

Sara stood there trembling as Mistress Victoria circled her like a predator. Her heart raced as she anticipated what was to come next. The woman's piercing blue eyes bore into her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable.

"Strip," Mistress Victoria commanded in a firm voice.

Sara hesitated, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she peeled the fabric off her body, her perky tits below. She then unzipped her skirt letting it drop to the floor, her tight pink pussy, now slightly wet to the harted and embarrassed of Sara, and her nice round ass exposed. She was acutely aware of the way Mistress Victoria's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch.

"Crawl over here, hands and knees like a dog" Mistress Victoria said, beckoning her with a finger.

Sara's heart sank as she realized what was coming next. She got down on all fours, her knees scraping against the hard wooden floor. Slowly, she crawled over to Mistress Victoria, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Good girl," Mistress Victoria purred as Sara reached her.

She felt the woman's hand grasp her hair, pulling her head back roughly. She gasped in pain, but Mistress Victoria didn't let go. Instead, she forced Sara's head down until her ass was up in the air.

Sara felt humiliated, being in such a vulnerable position. She knew that Mistress Victoria was in complete control, and she was at her mercy.

Then, she felt the cold metal of a buttplug being pressed against her entrance. She whimpered as it was slowly inserted, inch by inch, until it was firmly in place. The plug invading Sara's tight asshole as Sara moaned with a reluctant painful cry.

"Now stay like that," Mistress Victoria said with a chuckle.

Sara could feel the weight of the plug inside her, reminding her of her submission to the dominant woman in front of her. She hated the way it made her feel and he ass was twitching around the plug tightly

Mistress Victoria continued to circle her toy as she was on her hands and knees, running a hand over her body and teasing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Sara moaned in response, unable to control her body's response to the woman's touch and going bright red with embarrassment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Victoria stepped away.

"Get up," she said, her voice commanding with a harsh slap onto her ass leaving a red hand print.

Sara slowly stood up, feeling the weight of the plug inside her as she did. She was still trembling and desperate did not want to be dominated, to be controlled by Mistress Victoria, but not matter how much she felt ashamed, she had no choice or he life was over.

"Good girl," Victoria said, patting Sara's head like a pet. "Now, let's see how well you can hold it."

Sara felt the plug inside her, stretching her in a way she had never experienced before. She tried to ignore the discomfort as Victoria instructed her to bend over the desk, presenting her naked ass to her new mistress.

"Stay still," Victoria said, as she began to tease Sara with her fingers. "I'm going to edge you until you're begging for release."

Sara moaned as Victoria's fingers traced circles around her clit, building up the tension until Sara was forced to moan from the expert teasing, soon enough she forced her all the way to the brink of orgasm. But just as she was about to come, Victoria would pull away, denying her release.

"Beg me to let you cum" Mistress Victoria whispered in her ear.

Sara responds quickly and desperately "please Mistress Victoria may I cum". But again and again Mistress Victoria stops right before she could cum.

This went on for what felt like 30 minutes until Sara was begging for release. She was humiliated by how desperate she had become, but she couldn't help it. Victoria had complete control over her, and Sara was powerless to resist.

Mistress Victoria then stops instantly, leaving Sara dripping, wet and horny.

"That was just the beginning," Victoria said, as she pulled out the butt plug and shoved it straight into her mouth. Sara's face turns from desperate and exhausted to disgusted, her eyes wide at the terrible flavour of her own ass. "We have a lot of work to do if you're going to be my perfect little slave".

"Put it back in," Victoria said, gesturing to the empty space between Sara's cheeks.

Sara hesitated, feeling a wave of disgust wash over her. She had never been into anal play, and the thought of putting the plug back in herself made her skin crawl.

"Go on," Victoria said, smirking. "Don't make me do it for you slut."

"Yes Mistress" replayed Sara nervously. With a trembling hand, Sara placed the plug back between her cheeks, feeling a sense of fullness that she couldn't ignore. The sensation was uncomfortable, and painful at the decent size of the plug now stretching her asshole.

"Good girl," Victoria said, her tone dripping with condescension.

Sara gritted her teeth, trying to keep her composure. She didn't want to give Victoria the satisfaction of seeing her break.

"Now," Victoria said, stepping closer to her. "I have a task for you." Sara braced herself, not knowing what to expect.

"I want you to eat me out," Victoria said, leaning back against her desk. Sara felt her heart sink. She was straight and the idea of putting her face in between another woman's legs disgusted her.

"Come on, slave," Victoria said, her voice laced with impatience. "Do as you're told."

Sara reluctantly dropped to her knees, feeling the cold floor against her skin. She tried to ignore the overwhelming sense of revulsion as she leaned in towards Victoria's pussy.

The smell was overwhelming, and Sara felt her stomach lurch with disgust. But she knew better than to resist. She began to lap at Victoria's pussy, trying to block out the sensations and the taste.

Victoria moaned with pleasure, grabbing a fistful of Sara's hair and pulling her closer. Sara could feel her arousal building, despite her discomfort. Saras face was rubbed backward and forward along her new Mistresses pussy, covinging her face and hair in pussy juices, the smell coating her and it was sickening to Sara.

Suddenly, Victoria pushed her away, her face twisted in anger. "You're not doing it right," she snapped. "Get out of my sight, I will call you in the morning."

Sara scrambled to her feet, feeling humiliated and used. She wanted nothing more than to run away and never look back.

Face covered in cum she stood in the centre of the office naked and shaking. "Here take your clothes and the plug stays in until I say so" Mistress Victoria snaps back to her as she throws the skirt and top at Sara, not before whipping her pussy clean with the top, adding to the terrible smell before she sits down at her desk and opens her laptop.

"What are you waiting for slut, go now" Victoria snaps and Sara quickly stumbles just able to get her skirt on and pull her shirt over he head "yes mistress" she says with a shakey voice.

[SaraSlut21]

Part 2

Walking out the door to the world, Sara looks like a used mess, her face wet, her shirt still tight as ever and smelling strong of pussy, and her skirt barely hiding the large metal plug in her ass, a tear rolls down her check as she quickly shuffles her way home to her dorm room.

Sara was nervous as she walked back to her dorm room. She could smell the pussy on here and was disgusted. She knew that she was in for a world of trouble now that Mistress Victoria had her under her thumb. As she walked, she couldn't help but think about the rules that Victoria had given her. They were strict, and she knew that she would have to be very careful if she wanted to avoid getting into trouble.

When she arrived at her dorm room, Sara took a deep breath and steeled herself. She knew that she had to follow the rules, no matter how difficult they might be. She took off her shoes and started to strip, making sure to fold her clothes neatly and put them away. As she did this she received a text on her phone. "Good girl following your rules, I have set up cameras in your room so no cheating hehe, ohh and no shower tonight, I want you to smell like me all night long".

Sara felt her heart sink as she realized that she was being watched. She looked around the room, trying to find the cameras, but couldn't see them. She had no idea where they were hidden, but she knew that she had to assume that they were watching her every move. She finished undressing, feeling self-conscious and exposed, and got into bed.

She lay there for a while, feeling restless and anxious. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, and the thought made her skin crawl. She tried to distract herself by reading a book, but she couldn't concentrate. All she could think about was Mistress Victoria and the hold she had over her.

As the night wore on, Sara found herself getting more and more tired. She knew that she had to get some sleep if she was going to be able to function the next day. But as she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would Mistress Victoria come to her dorm room and demand that she do something? Would she be punished for breaking one of the rules?

Sara tried to push the thoughts out of her mind and drifted off to sleep. But even in her dreams, she couldn't escape the feeling of being watched, and the fear that came with it.

Sara woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand. She rubbed her eyes and reached for the phone, her heart sinking as she read the message. It was from Mistress Victoria.

"Good morning, my slave. Today you will film yourself edging and send it to me. Once you have done that, you will be forced to drink your morning piss. Failure to comply will result in severe punishment."

Sara felt a knot form in her stomach. She had known this day was coming since becoming Mistress Victoria's slave. The thought of filming herself in such a vulnerable state and then being forced to drink her own piss made her want to run and hide.

But she knew better than to disobey. She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, her heart pounding with every step. She set up her phone on the counter, taking a deep breath before starting the video.

Slowly, she began to touch herself, following Victoria's instructions to edge herself but never to let herself cum. She moaned softly as she got closer and closer to the brink, her body trembling with anticipation.

When she had finally edged for the required amount of time, she picked up the phone and sent the video to Victoria. Almost immediately, she received a reply.

"Good girl," the message read. "Now, drink your piss."

Sara felt a wave of disgust and revulsion wash over her. She had never done anything like this before, and the thought of drinking her own piss made her want to throw up.

But she knew better than to disobey. She got down on her knees in front of the toilet and began to pee into a cup. The smell was overpowering, and she had to fight the urge to gag.

Once she had finished, she picked up the cup and drank it down, gagging as the warm liquid hit the back of her throat. She felt humiliated and degraded, but she knew that this was the price she had to pay for being Mistress Victoria's slave.

The taste was stuck in her mouth and as Sara sat on the bathroom floor trying to not throw up, the plug in her ass pushing against the hard tiles forcing it deeper inside her ass.

The phone lights up again and another text comes through, "good little piss slave, you can take out the plug, shower and completely shave hairless from the neck down for me little slut".

Sara stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down her naked body. She tried to wash away the shame and humiliation she felt from being forced to strip and crawl in front of Mistress Victoria. She didn't know how she was going to face her dormmates after this, let alone her own reflection in the mirror.

As she lathered her body with soap, she couldn't help but think about the outfit and the chastity belt that had been left for her. She knew she had to wear it, no matter how much she hated the idea. She felt trapped, like there was no way out of this situation.

Sara quickly finished showering and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry off. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and felt a pang of sadness. She looked like a different person, someone she didn't recognize. Her hair was tangled and her skin was flushed from embarrassment.

As she was drying herself, there was a knock on the door. Sara's heart skipped a beat. Who could it be? She remembered the rules that Victoria had laid out for her: answer the door naked. She hesitated for a moment, but then steeled herself and walked to the door.

When she opened it, there was a delivery man standing on the other side, holding a small package. He looked her up and down, taking in her naked body, and Sara felt a wave of shame wash over her.

"Package for Sara," he said, holding out the box.

Sara took the box from him, her hands trembling. She tried to cover herself up as best she could, but she knew it was no use. The man had seen everything.

"Thanks," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She closed the door and sat down on her bed, staring at the box. She knew what was inside. Victoria had told her everything she needed to know. She opened the box and saw the outfit that she was supposed to wear today: a short white tennis skirt, a tight white crop top, and a nice pair of white nikes. There was also a bright pink chastity belt, with silver metal insides that looked complicated and had a large beaded sliver anal plug and pussy plug.

Sara sighed, defeated. She put on the outfit and the chastity belt, wincing as the plugs slowly forced there way inside of her making her feel very full, any slight shifts very noticeable to her sensitive insides after all this edging. The belt fit so snuggly it had to be made to order and with a lock it was sealed on. Sara looked in the box to see no key though and a sense of dread filled her as she was now trapped in this and her forced horny state was not only embarrassing but starting to get very desperate. There was also a note with an address on it. She didn't know where it was, but it said to head there right away.

Sara left the dorm, feeling exposed and vulnerable in her new outfit. Without any panties on the pink belt was very visible if the skirt was lifted up, and with it sitting right on the bottom of my Sara's as checks, it only took a bumb, bend or breeze for flash the bring pink. Walking also made the belt shift side to side inside of Sara, the horniness building and building, almost close to edging from the walk. In her horny start, her perky tits and hard nipples where even more prominent. And the tight thin Lycra top was doing its job of making the erect hard nipples very visible. She tried to keep her head down and avoid eye contact, but she felt like everyone was staring at her. She felt like a piece of meat, on display for everyone to see.

As she walked to the address, she felt a sense of dread wash over her. What was going to happen to her today? Would she ever be able to escape from this situation? She didn't know, but she knew she had to keep going, no matter what.

Sara arrived at the warehouse, feeling nervous as she walked towards the door. She wondered what Mistress Victoria had in store for her today, and she hoped that it wouldn't be too painful or humiliating. As she knocked on the door, she heard footsteps approaching, and the door opened to reveal a very attractive lady in black and red latex outfit. In boots standing 6ft tall and curves in all the right places, Sara was instantly intimidated.

"Welcome, Sara," the woman said, her voice low and seductive. "Follow me, I've been expecting you. My name is Mistress Rose"

Sara felt a shiver run down her spine as the woman led her inside the warehouse. She couldn't help but notice the various BDSM tools and equipment scattered around the room. Her heart raced as she anticipated what was to come next.

Sara followed her down a hallway, until they reached a small room at the end. Inside, there was a metal table with leather straps for Sara's wrists and thighs.

"Strip and sit down whore," the woman said, as Sara sat onto the cold metal and was strapped in tight and unmoving. "I'm going to pierce your nipples."

Sara felt a wave of anxiety wash over her. She had always been intrigued by the idea of nipple piercings, but she had never had the courage to go through with it.

The woman began to clean and sterilize the area around Sara's nipples, and then she marked the spots where the piercings would go. Sara winced and let out a light squeal as she felt the needle pierce her skin, pain was over quickly but the second needle followed and stun twice as much but soon had two shiny new piercings. Two nice metal bars horizontal on her nipples protruding out on her hard nipples.

"Beautiful," the woman said, admiring her work.

Sara smiled weakly, feeling a mix of nervousness and pain from her new piercings. But the woman wasn't finished yet.

"Put this on," she said, gesturing for Sara to lift her head up to place on a blindfold blocking out the world.

Sara felt a sudden sense of vulnerability, feeling exposed and helpless. The woman began to clean the area just above the line of her chastity belt, and then she began to tattoo the words "good girls don't cum" onto her skin.

Sara gritted her teeth as she felt the needle digging into her skin, shaking in the restraints but unable to move, leaving a permanent reminder of her submission to Mistress Victoria. When the woman was finished, she took of the blindfold from Sara so she could see the finished product.

Sara stared at the tattoo in disbelief, feeling a mix of utter dread and humiliation. She knew that she was completely under Mistress Victoria's control, and she would have a personal reminder of this forever.

"Thank you, Mistress," Sara said meekly, feeling a sense of fear towards the woman in front of her.

"You're welcome, pet," the woman said, patting Sara's head affectionately. "Now, let's get started on my reward for this work"

"Quickly put your clothes back on and follow me" Mistress Rose says as she walk down the hall to a large room. Sara quickly putting her clothes back on the tight top putting pressure and pain on both tattoo and piercings that just thinking about made Sara almost puke.

Once they were in the main room, Mistress Rose began to speak again. "Today, my little pet, we are going to explore some predicament bondage, my favourite. I have some new nipple clamps that I want to try out on you."

Sara's eyes widened in fear after looking at her newly pieced nipples. She had never experienced predicament bondage before, and she knew that it would be very intense.

Mistress Rose pulls Sara's tits out the top of her tight lycra shirt began to attach the clamps to Sara's nipples, tightening them slowly until Sara gasped in pain, the clamps locked behind the metal bars now inbeded in her soft flesh. She then attached a chain to the clamps and pulled it upwards, making Sara stand on her tiptoes.

"Now, my pet," Mistress Rose said, "you must hold this position. If you let go, the chain will pull on your nipples and the pain will be intense. And if you make too much noise, well see this, it records sound and will give a nice little shock", she says as she attaches small metal clips that are conmected to the device by wires to the metal of the chastity belt that goes inside Sara's ass and pussy.

Sara tried to hold the position, her legs trembling with the effort. She could feel the chain pulling on her nipples, the pain shooting through her body. She gritted her teeth, determined not to let go or make a noise.

Mistress Rose circled around her, running her hands over Sara's body. "You look so beautiful like this, my little pet," she whispered into Sara's ear. "So helpless and vulnerable."

Sara felt a shiver run through her body at Mistress Rose's words. She was completely at her mercy, unable to move or even make a sound. The thought was both terrifying. Then Mistress Rose stomps on the ground and a bolt of electricity shoots through her nether region causing her to swing forward slightly, screaming hard and pulling her nipples slightly but regaining composure.

Mistress Rose continued to circle her, occasionally pulling on the chain or flicking the clamps. Sara felt like she was on fire, her body aching with the effort of holding the position.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Rose released her. Sara collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. Her nipples were red and sore, and she knew that they would be sore for days.

Mistress Rose stood over her, taking off the electronic device and looked down at her with a mixture of pride and desire. "You did well, for a useless cunt," she said. Time you walk on home to your Mistress, she is waiting for you at your dorm room.

[FaexF]

This is great !! Great writing and lovely story so far and where it seems to be heading. Keep up the great work!

[SaraSlut21]

Part 3

Sara walked back to her dorm room, her steps heavy with despair as the metal plug and dildo inside her still attached to her chastity belt made her feel uneasy. The memories of the seedy tattoo parlor and the cold, clinical examination room where she’d been subjected to nipple piercings and tattooing haunted her every step. She couldn’t believe what she’d agreed to—no, what she’d been forced into.

Upon arriving at her dorm room, Sara hesitantly opened the door, preparing herself for whatever punishment awaited her. Sure enough, Mistress Victoria was lounging on her bed, seemingly waiting for Sara’s return.

“Ah, you’re back,” Mistress Victoria drawled lazily, eyeing Sara up and down as she stood before her in silence. “well...Take off your clothes.”

Sara froze, suddenly remembering that she hadn’t taken the opportunity to strip as she was now forced to do in her dorm. Panic seized her as she realized her mistake, and she quickly stammered out an apology. And stripped of everything until she was left standing in just her chastity belt.

But it was too late. Mistress Victoria’s expression darkened, and she swung her legs off the bed, sauntering over to Sara with deliberate slowness. Reaching down to her underwear, she pulled off her own damp panties and started to wrap them around a small black dildo gag she produced from behind her back.

“Naughty, naughty,” Mistress Victoria chided, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Did I not explicitly tell you to be naked at all times?”

Sara nodded frantically, attempting to convey her remorse through her panicked eyes.

“Well, since you seem to enjoy defying me so much, I think it’s time for a little reinforcement.” Mistress Victoria slowly placed the dildo gag wrapped in her soaked panties into Sara's mouth causing her to gag and choke on the fabric. The flavour was strong and Sara did everything she could not to gag as it was bound tightly around her blonde hair

Mistress Victoria then grabbed Sara's arm and dragged her over to the bed, and had her stand before her Mistress Victoria sat down.

With a cruel smile, Mistress Victoria unlocked Sara's chastity belt, freeing her swollen clit from its confines. Sara whimpered at the sudden sensation, as her mistress gave her pussy a few slow circles. "I bet this is starting to feel very needy isn't it" she teases.

As Mistress Victoria sat down on the bed and made Sara kneel before her with nothing but a point of her fingers, she discarded the belt and dildos and plugs and began staring deep into her eyes as she went over the rules of their arrangement in more details.

"You belong to me now, Sara," she said coldly. "And don't you ever forget it. You will do as I say, when I say it. And if you disobey me, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

Sara nodded weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew she had no choice but to submit to her new mistress, no matter how humiliating and degrading it may be.

As Mistress Victoria sat on the edge of the bed, she gazed down at Sara, whose muffled sounds indicated a combination of confusion and distress. Sara's gag prevented her from communicating clearly, but Mistress Victoria understood her perfectly.

"Listen closely, Sara," Mistress Victoria began, sliding her foot forward and adjusting Sara's posture as she kneeled. Opening Sara's knees wider, she added, "A good slave knows how to maintain proper form. Arms behind your back, hands grabbing opposite elbows and tits pushed out proudly."

Sara reluctantly adjusted her position, her nerves growing increasingly tense as Mistress Victoria continued to speak.

"In exchange for your cooperation, I will ensure that you graduate with honors and have a successful future," Mistress Victoria promised, pausing to gauge Sara's reaction. Seeing that Sara appeared skeptical, Mistress Victoria chose to elaborate further.

"Until you finish college, you will be my devoted slave, attending classes and completing assignments as usual. However, outside of academics, you will fulfill my needs and desires, regardless of how uncomfortable or distasteful they may be."

Mistress Victoria paused again, sliding her foot forward and grazing Sara's pussy with it. Sara's immediate reaction was visceral, repulsed by the invasion of privacy and violation of boundaries.

"I promise you, Sara, that this arrangement will benefit us both. By the time you earn your degree, you will have learned discipline, dedication, and devotion, qualities that will serve you well throughout your life."

Sara considered Mistress Victoria's proposition, understanding that she had limited options in her current predicament. Reluctantly, she nodded her acceptance, vowing to remain vigilant and cautious as she navigated the murky waters of this unusual partnership.

"Very well," Mistress Victoria replied, satisfied with Sara's decision. "Starting tomorrow, you will report directly to me each morning to receive your daily tasks and responsibilities. Any failures to perform adequately will be met with appropriate consequences."

"Alright, Sara, to celebrate you agreement with out deal you can edge your needy pussy again," Mistress Victoria said, her voice stern but not unkind. "Grind on my foot and edge for me."

Sara hesitated for a moment, her mind rebelling against the command. But her body betrayed her, responding instinctively to the dominance in Mistress Victoria's voice scare of additional torture. She began to rock her hips back and forth, feeling the warmth of Mistress Victoria's foot between her legs.

As she moved, Sara could feel her arousal building once again. She was already so worked up from the previous denials and edgings that it didn't take long for her to reach the brink of orgasm. But Mistress Victoria showed no signs of relenting, keeping her foot steady and immobile.

"Keep going slut, but you better not cum" Mistress Victoria yells as she stared down at Sara.

Frustrated and angry, Sara nodded as he eyes met her new Mistresses evil stare. She wanted to cry, to run from the unfairness of it all. But she knew that it would do no good. Mistress Victoria held all the power, and Sara was at her mercy. Sara could only grind back and forward riding the edge of cumming, a large drip of drool dripping down her chest from the dildo as she tried her best to not gag from it.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Victoria withdrew her foot and stood up. "Enough," she said simply. "Now, clean my foot with your hair."

Sara recoiled at the suggestion, feeling a wave of disgust wash over her. But she knew better than to refuse. Gritting her teeth, she bent down and began to scrub at Mistress Victoria's foot, using her long locks to absorb her own juices.

When she was finished, Mistress Victoria bend down and slowly unclasped the gag, a puddle of drool dropping onto Sara's tits. "You have the rest of the day to study," she said. "Make sure you focus, I want my property to be top of the class."

Sara nodded meekly, grateful for the respite. "Yes Mistress Victoria". But just as Mistress Victoria was about to leave the room, she stopped and turned back around.

"Oh, and Sara?" she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Don't think I forgot about your place on the college soccer team, regarding your practice tonight… I've left a little gift for you in the bathroom. Make sure you use it."

With that, she turned shuffled her panties on, leant down giving Sara a soft kiss on the lips and left the room, leaving Sara keeling and panting on the floor and to contemplate the mysterious contents of the box in the bathroom. Little did she know, her training was about to take a turn for the unexpected.

[SaraSlut21]

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.

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Damn, this story is getting to be very good.