Sara Blackmailed College Slave

[Micka18]

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[SaraSlut21]

From Sara's perspective, she feels a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety as she kneels beneath Mistress Victoria's desk. She tries to keep her focus on the task at hand, keeping her back straight and trying to ignore the slow teasing from inside her chastity belt. She was so horny and it was a terrible feeling. She also was attempting to ignore the fact that her mistress is casually playing with her butt plug inside her tight hole, using her foot, resting it on the back of Sara's ass and using her toes to push and wriggle it around. It was already a tight fit and this toying was making her feel very uncomfortable.

As Mistress Victoria continues to fiddle with her toy, she suddenly speaks up, "Crawl around to the side of my desk, Sara." "Yes Mistress Victoria", Sara does as she is told, making her way around the large timber structure. Mistress Victoria rummages through a drawer and retrieves two small loops, which Sara recognizes as nipple piercings.

Mistress Victoria smiles cruelly as Sara approaches, grabbing her by the collar and pulling her up, brandishing the jewelry. "Let's change those pretty new piercings of yours, shall we?" Without waiting for a reply, she reaches for Sara's breasts, removing the delicate barbells and replacing them with the gold slim loops. As she attached them she sprayed the nipples with a disinfectant spray, stinging harshly. Sara winces as the rings are pushed in and they settle in her sensitive nipples.

Once the new piercings are in place, Mistress Victoria clips small weights to them, adding to the burden on Sara's sore nipples. "There we go, now get back under the desk and assume the same position," she commands, gesturing towards the space beneath the desk. Sara nods silently, moving back into position on all fours with her back straight.

As Sara crawled the weights dangled down and swung slightly, pulling down onto her raw sensitive nipples, adding to the pain and humiliation before she backed under the desk again and knelt on all 4s, trying to remain as still as possible to reduce the swinging of the weights.

From this angle, Sara cannot see what Mistress Victoria is doing, but she hears the rustling of papers and the occasional tap of computer keys. All the while, she remains perfectly still, aware of the heavy weights hanging from her nipples and the scrutiny of her mistress.

Time seems to stretch on forever, and Sara begins to lose track of how long she has been kneeling there, the slow buzzing not relenting and the weights feeling heavier and heavier. Eventually, Mistress Victoria speaks up, interrupting the silence.

"Well, Sara, we have the whole day ahead of us now I have finished my work, what should we do my lovely little slut?"

Sara's nerves were stretched taught as she knelt beneath Mistress Victoria's desk. Her body ached from the various forms of punishment she had received throughout the day, and her spirit was worn down from the constant psychological manipulation. Sara couldn't think of a single thing she wanted to do with her new owner, she wanted to beg to go home but knew that wasnt going to happen.

But before she could come up with an idea, Mistress Victoria answered for her. "How about a nice hike? Get some fresh air and enjoy nature. We could use the exercise." Sara couldn't help but feel a twinge of dread at the idea of going outside and potentially encountering strangers with someone as sadistic as Mistress Victoria.

Before Sara could protest, Mistress Victoria yanked the butt plug from her ass with a swift, sudden movement. Sara winced in pain and let out a light squeal, but before she could process what happened, Mistress Victoria was already standing in front of the desk, placing the soiled plug into Sara's mouth. "Clean this and let's get ready" she demanded, attaching a matching pink leash around Sara's collar.

With the foul-tasting plug in her mouth, Sara was led out of the study and into the hallway. She crawled behind Mistress Victoria, her nipple rings swinging heavily underneath her as she moved. Each step sent a jolt of pain through her body, reminding her of her submissive status. The buzzing from the belt thankfully stopped and she let out a sighed of relief.

They eventually made their way to Mistress Victoria's bedroom, "kneel as you have been trained to slut in the middle of the room" she commands. Sara obeys quickly as Mistress Victoria disappears into a joining walkin closet and bathroom. "Let's get something for you to wear shall we" she yells from the room.

As Mistress Victoria gathered her things, Sara couldn't help but wonder what other horrors the evening would bring. Would they really go for a hike? Or was this just another form of mental torture, keeping Sara guessing and anxious? Either way, she knew she had no choice but to comply and endure whatever Mistress Victoria had in store for her.

Feeling defeated and miserable, Sara waited patiently for Mistress Victoria's return. When the door swung open, she immediately dropped her gaze to the ground, assuming the position of kneeling and bowing her head. To her surprise, Mistress Victoria praised her for her obedience "you are getting good in that position slave, great posture, she said while throwing a pile of clothing onto the bed nearby.

Mistress Victoria wasted no time. She roughly grabbed the plug from Sara's mouth in one hand and her throat by the other and bent her over the edge of the bed, sliding the greased object back into Sara's ass with ease. Sara gritted her teeth, biting back a moan of discomfort but did notice her ass must be getting used to accepting these objects. Next, Mistress Victoria pulled Sara up and remove the heavy weights from her nipples. Relieved, Sara panted in relief as Mistress Victoria undid the clasps and massaged her raw and sensitive nipples. Then, Mistress Victoria slowly replaced the pair of silver barbell piercings, screwing them firmly into place and giving them a nice flick making Sara jump.

"Get dressed," Mistress Victoria barked, gesturing towards the pile of clothing on the bed. Confused, Sara examined the items. To her astonishment, everything seemed to be in her size and although revealing nothing to crazy - a tight pink cropped tank top, skintight pink booty shorts, white sports socks, and matching sneakers. How did Mistress Victoria manage to find such specific sizes in such short notice? Shaking her head still unsure about the power Mistress Victoria clearly had, Sara quickly changed into the outfit, grateful for the comfortable clothing even if she still had no underwear other then the chastity belt.

As she tied the laces of her shoes, Sara couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. What exactly did Mistress Victoria have planned for their hike? Sara looked at herself dressed in the mirror. Apart from the slight lines of the chastity belt which weren't to noticeable and the collar, Sara almost looked normal.

As Mistress Victoria slowly unclasped Sara's collar, she felt a chill run down her spine. The absence of the familiar weight around her neck reminded her of normality she greatly missed. Mistress Victoria placed the collar carefully on the bed, "it will be waiting when you get back slut," Mistress Victoria said.

Next, she handed Sara a large hiking backpack, heavy with mysterious contents. Two water bottles protruded from either side, offering a glimpse of normalcy amidst the chaos. Sara cautiously slid the straps onto her shoulders, feeling the weight settle uncomfortably on her back. Mistress Victoria grabbed the support straps that connected the shoulder straps together and fastened them together before tightening them. The strap ran above and below Sara's tits and without a bra on and only a small pink crop top, the tightening of the straps pushed out Sara's tits on display her hard nipples and piercings on full show.

"Follow me to the garage, and nice tits", Mistress Victoria giggles as Sara dropped back onto her sore knees. She followed along behind Mistress Victoria to the garage where a shiny black Mercedes sedan gleamed under the artificial lights. Sara continued to follow, her hands and knees scraping against the rough concrete floor. As she approached the vehicle, Mistress Victoria opened the back door, revealing luxurious leather seats and polished wood accents.

"Sit," Mistress Victoria ordered curtly, and Sara obliged, shrinking into the backseat as her mistress climbed into the driver's seat. The engine purred to life, and they drove off, leaving the safety of the compound behind.