Samantha awoke, momentarily confused and disorientated as to where she was and what was going on. Then, as she rubbed her eyes and looked around, it all came flooding back. She had spent the night locked in an animal cage, the culmination of a wild weekend during which she had been treated as her boyfriend Rob's sex slave, forced to do incredibly demeaning and disgusting things at his command.
Which made it sound like he was a horrible, controlling, nasty piece of work, which wasn't true at all - he was very kind and thoughtful. The fact was that she had, literally, asked for it. She had told him that she wanted to be made to do things that she would not otherwise tolerate. She was thinking of things like kinky sex and bondage, maybe some light corporal punishment.
But, given the opportunity, Rob had let his imagination and creativity loose, and had devised many ways of humiliating and demeaning her while, at the same time, giving her all the sex, bondage and spanking she craved. This, in turn, had uncovered Samantha's submissive nature, which meant that she received great sexual stimulation from such degrading treatment. It had been a revelatory experience for both them.
"I've got to go to work now," Rob was saying, "I'll give you a call later, darling." He blew her a kiss and was gone, rushing out of the flat to catch his train.
Samantha crawled out of the now unlocked cage and stood up, stretching her back and legs for the first time in several hours, feeling the aches of being confined in a space where she couldn't stretch out or stand-up. Yawning, she shuffled out of the box room and headed for the shower.
But she knew there was one thing she had to do before she got ready to face the day and went to her lectures at college. She reached up and unfastened the dog collar around her neck, taking it off and looking at it rather wistfully. It had been this simple piece of leather which had precipitated the most amazing weekend of her life. Rob had called it her slave collar and said that, while she wore it, he would act as her Master and treat her as his slave. She had kept it on all weekend and had loved every minute of it.
Now it was over. Reality had returned and, as far as Samantha was concerned, that sucked. She wished she could carry on being Rob's slave all the time, but he had a job to hold down and she had a degree to study for. Reluctantly, she put the collar down on the side and got ready for the day ahead. She showered, dressed in the clothes she kept at Rob's flat for when she stayed over, ate her breakfast, and got her things together. She picked up the collar and put it into her handbag, wondering when she would get the chance to wear it again, and set off.
* * * * *
Rob was eating his lunch at his desk when his phone announced the arrival of a text. He picked it up and saw that it was from Samantha:
I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful time I had this weekend. I'm still hot as hell! I wish there was something you could do about that, Master!
Rob smiled at this, thinking how lucky he was to have such a beautiful girlfriend who wanted sex all the time! But then he frowned as he noticed something, and texted back:
Why are you calling me Master? You only need to do that when you're wearing the collar
I know, Master. I'm sitting in the park opposite the college and wearing the collar! Your wish is my command, Master
You want to play? That could be dangerous! You know I won't go easy on you!
Oh God, I hope not, Master!
You asked for it! Alright, slave, take off your underwear and shoes. Text me when you have complied
Samantha felt her heart beating faster in response to his commands, just as it had done over the past couple of days, and she looked around to make sure she wasn't being watched. She slipped her hands under her top and released the clasp of her bra at the back. Putting her right hand up her left sleeve, she pulled down the bra strap until she could pass it over her left hand, then released it. She repeated this for the other strap and pulled the bra from under her top, putting it in her bag with her shoes.
She knew her panties were going to be more of a problem, and looked around for a secluded spot out of view of the students and other people enjoying a quiet break strolling through the park. She went behind a small clump of bushes and, quick as a flash, whipped down her leggings and panties, dropped the knickers on the floor, then pulled the leggings back up, completing the job in seconds.
I've done that, Master. I'm now knicker-less, bra-less and shoe-less
Good slave. You will wear the collar all afternoon now, as punishment for disturbing me at work. Between lectures, you will go to the toilet and bring yourself off. Remember, if anyone speaks to you, you are to be respectful - call them Sir or Miss - and always be truthful, like a good slave should. Do you understand?
Yes, Master
Good. You can tell me all about it tonight, I don't want to hear from you again this afternoon
Samantha found herself short of breath. She couldn't believe he had told her to do those things and, more importantly, that she had agreed! Although, just as at the weekend, having asked him to treat her as a slave, she could hardly demur when he did so! She was just so amazed that he was always able to come up with something which was guaranteed to be embarrassing and humiliating. It seemed to be a special skill he possessed, one for which she adored him!
In her first lecture of the afternoon, she got a few curious looks at the collar, but had no problem ignoring them, and didn't have to speak to anyone as she wasn't that close to the group in this class. She did get more funny looks when she asked a question of the lecturer, addressing him as 'Sir', which nobody ever did. Once again, she was able to ignore the looks and just feel good that she had obeyed her instructions - like a good slave, she thought.
As she changed rooms for her second lecture, she quickly diverted to the ladies' room to perform as required by Master. She was relieved to find that there was nobody in there and, locking herself in a cubicle, pulled down her leggings and went to work.
She parted her labia and began rubbing her clitoris, manipulating it, squeezing it until it was engorged and stiff. She slipped fingers into her vagina and was soon thrusting her hips onto her hand and panting for breath. It was at that point that she heard the bathroom door open.
Samantha froze as she heard footsteps approach and then the door to the cubicle next to hers close. She knew she didn't have long before her next lecture began, and she also knew that she was, literally, painfully close to orgasm - stopping at this point was agonising! Despite, or possibly because of, the embarrassment, she continued to finger herself towards a climax.
She tried to remain silent, to hold her breath as she got closer, but it proved impossible. As she approached her orgasm, small gasps and strangulated cries began to escape her throat and, at the moment of release, she let out a silent scream which was not quite as silent as she'd hoped. Recovering quickly, she wiped herself, pulled up her leggings, flushed the toilet, and made her exit, not daring to look back or listen out for any reaction. She virtually ran to the lecture room and threw herself into a chair, gasping for breath.
"Hi, Sam, you okay?" Samantha had sat down next to her best friend, who was rather startled to see the tall blonde panting and red in the face, as if she had just finished a 100 meter race.
"Oh! Zoe! Hi!" Samantha gasped, flushing an even deeper shade of red, "I… I thought I was late, and… didn't want to miss it - Ancient Greek Poetry, my favourite!" Zoe gave her a sceptical look.
"What's this, some new fashion trend trend I wasn't aware of?" she asked, indicating the collar. Samantha's hand went to the studded leather around her neck as she tried to think of what to say. Luckily, the professor started speaking at that moment.
"I'll tell you later… Miss," she whispered, turning away to face forward before her friend could ask her anything else, but seeing in the corner of her eye Zoe's baffled reaction before she too focused on the lecture.
"So what's going on?" Zoe asked impatiently as they walked down the corridor to their final lecture of the day.
"I'll tell you everything, Miss Zoe," Samantha replied as they approached the ladies' room, "but I just need to go in here before the next lecture." She was disappointed but not surprised when her friend followed her into the bathroom.
"What's all this 'Miss'? And how come you're wearing a dog collar and no bra?!" Zoe demanded, backing Samantha into a cubicle. She was smaller than the statuesque blonde, but her fiery red hair reflected her fiery personality, and there was no way she was leaving without an explanation. Samantha checked around to make sure that they were alone before turning back to face her inquisitor.
"The truth is, Miss, Zoe, that I…" Samantha dissembled, unable to bring herself to admit the truth. Eventually, she took a deep breath and blurted it out. "I've become Rob's sex slave and have to obey his commands." The silence hung oppressively for several seconds as Zoe tried to assimilate this information, with little success.
"You're what? His sex slave?!" she exclaimed incredulously, "what the fuck are you talking about? What does that even mean?!" Samantha looked desperately at her friend, but knew that she wouldn't get away without giving further explanation.
"It means that he gives me… things to do, and I do them," she went on rather miserably.
"'Things'? What sort of 'things'?!" Zoe asked, exasperated by the other's evasiveness.
"Sexy things, like not wearing any underwear, or sucking his cock while he watches TV," Samantha explained, "and humiliating things, like having to call you 'Miss'. Or… what I have to do now. Why don't you go on to the lecture, Miss, and I'll join you in a few minutes?"
"What, and miss out on seeing whatever humiliating thing you have to do?" Zoe smiled, "no way!" Samantha knew that she had no choice but to continue, and closed the cubicle door, shutting them both inside the confined space.
Reluctantly, she pulled down her leggings and, spreading her thighs, began to fiddle with herself. Zoe watched in amazement as the tall, attractive blonde quickly became excited, closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide, breathing rapidly. She started to moan quietly as she entered 'the zone', no longer caring, hardly even aware, that she was being watched by her close friend.
To her dismay, just as had happened earlier, she heard someone enter the bathroom in the middle of her masturbation, but she was too far gone this time to even contemplate stopping or trying to keep quiet. Zoe, seeing and hearing that Samantha was out of control, leaned forward and, pushing her back against the side of the cubicle, clamped her hand over the other girl's mouth. Samantha's eyes shot open in surprise, and she stared into the redhead's smiling face as Zoe raised a finger to her lips to shush her friend.
When she brought herself to her climax, Samantha had no idea whether the other person in the bathroom was still there or had already left. She was very much in her own little world, focused only on her own fingers as they achieved their goal, and on the hand pressing on her lips, forcing her to breathe through her nose, making her snort as she fought for air.
"Nice one, slave girl," Zoe smirked, "Rob has turned you into such a horny slut! Now hurry, we've got a lecture to attend, though I'm sure Politics of the Roman Republic won't be anywhere near as entertaining as this!" She slipped out of the cubicle, leaving her friend slumped against the wall, her knees trembling as she tried to recover.
The final lecture of the day passed uneventfully, except for the knowing grin on Zoe's face and the repeated waggling of her fingers in Samantha's face, before sucking on them and pulling a disgusted expression, taunting her about her earlier activities. When they finally left the lecture hall, Samantha gratefully took off the collar, feeling that she had fulfilled the demands of her Master and could now free herself. She realised that this was the first time she had willingly given up her role as slave, and wondered what it meant. Had she had enough of this game, she wondered. Had the afternoon's activities been too much? She smiled to herself and decided no, that wasn't it, she just needed a rest!
The two friends went for a coffee and Zoe insisted on hearing every detail of this exciting new game the beautiful blonde was playing with her boyfriend. Samantha found describing it all to her friend, explaining how submitting to Rob and having him force her to undertake such extreme experiences turned her on, was in itself highly embarrassing and, inevitably, it left her excited and filled with lust. She found herself wondering how soon she could get back to Rob and wear the collar again.
"So what happens next?" Zoe asked, "what's the plan?"
"Oh, there's no plan," Samantha smiled, "we're just playing it by ear. I put on the collar and Rob comes up with some weird and wonderful idea!"
"That sounds like a lot of pressure on him," Zoe frowned, "don't forget, he'll need some downtime too." Samantha was just about to answer when her phone buzzed.
"Ooh, speak of the devil, it's from Rob. Let me just deal with this, it'll only take a second," Samantha said, holding up her hand in apology as she opened the text.
Hey, how're u doin, sexy? How d'you fancy coming over tonight about 8 for something to eat? I'll cook. You can tell me all about your day. No collar tonight?
Okay
Only kidding, that would be great! "Looks like we're having some downtime tonight," Samantha said with a rueful smile.
* * * * *
It turned out to be a lovely evening. Rob greeted her at the door and engulfed her in a huge hug, kissing her passionately for a very long time as his hands roamed over her shapely figure. He had cooked a pasta dish, his speciality and her favourite, and they enjoyed it with a bottle of fizzy Prosecco. Samantha told him about everything that had happened during the day, describing the exquisite embarrassment and humiliation of having to admit her kinky fetishes to her best friend.
By the end of her highly erotic description, they were both very definitely in the mood, and retired to bed with alacrity. As they lay on the bed, kissing and fondling each other, Rob gradually removed her clothes, until she was lying naked under his fully clothed form.
"I was wondering if you'd object to me tying you down to the bed," he murmured as he ran a finger around her right nipple, "not in a slave way, you understand, but in a boyfriend-girlfriend-let's-play-games kind of way?"
"Ooh, I'm not sure," Samantha smiled, "I'm not sure a nice girl like me should let a boy tie her up, should she? I'm sure my mother wouldn't approve… but if you insist…" Returning the smile, Rob reached into his bedside cabinet drawer and brought out several silk neckties.
"I'm not going to use anything coarse and scratchy on my 'nice' girl, only the best for her," he said as he raised her arms above her head to the iron frame of the bed and tied her wrists tightly to the bars with the silk ties. He then moved down and wrapped a tie around each ankle before gently stretching out her legs and securing them, spread wide apart.
"Oh my," Samantha groaned, her voice heavy with lust, "I'm entirely helpless, unable to stop you having your wicked way with me! Please be gentle!"
"Don't be too distressed, young damsel," he said melodramatically, twirling an imaginary moustache as he tied several knots in the middle of the tie he was holding, "although my intentions are entirely dishonourable, I mean to torment you only with pleasure." He pushed the large knot firmly between her teeth and tied the loose ends of the silk behind her head.
He began her 'torture' by running the tips of his fingers from her neck to her toes, occasionally tickling her until she was writhing desperately and squealing into the gag, more often fondling her smooth skin, toying with her breasts, nipples and shaved mound until her squeals turned to moans, and she was bucking against the delicate but unbreakable bondage.
After some considerable time, he replaced his exploring fingers with his lips and tongue, sucking her nipples to erection before sliding down across her stomach, licking and nibbling as he went. When he reached her soft mound and moved between her thighs, he could feel the heat and smell the arousal emanating from her.
He teased her with little flicks of his tongue, brushing against her lightly and only momentarily, making her jump at each fleeting touch until she was urgently thrusting her hips towards him, desperate for more meaningful contact. She began to mouth indistinctly into the gag, trying to convey to him her overwhelming need for satisfaction, but he ignored all her efforts.
Slowly, he began to lick a little harder, press his lips against her labia a little more firmly, rewarded by her strenuous attempts to break free of her silk bonds, to no avail. Her cries and muffled entreaties became stifled screams as his fickle tongue finally parted her lips and pressed against her engorged clitoris, only to withdraw almost instantly and return to its tantalising touches.
Eventually, when he felt she might do herself an injury in her efforts to get free and force him to satisfy her, he relented and began to stimulate her in earnest. His tongue went to work, delving as deep into her moist entrance as was possible, sucking and licking her clitoris until she screamed out in her ecstasy.
He smiled down at her as she lay there, gently squirming to relieve the after-shocks of her orgasm, then untied and ungagged her, brushing aside the stray blonde hairs stuck to her sweat-soaked forehead. He covered them both with the duvet and wrapped her body in his arms, loving her post-coital warmth and drowsiness.
"You know, we probably shouldn't play Master-and-slave during the week," he murmured into her ear, "it is rather distracting from the stuff we need to concentrate on - you know, like my job?"
"Hm, I suppose so," Samantha grumbled in response, appreciating his point but resenting it nevertheless, "but only if you promise to treat me particularly badly at the weekend."
"Okay, it's a deal," he said, nuzzling her neck, "Friday night through till Sunday evening, you're mine, and I'm sure I can think up some devilish torment to drive you wild." Samantha smiled and cuddled into him, already looking forward to the coming weekend and wondering what her boyfriend's evil imagination would come up with.
* * * * *
"Morning, Sam. What, no collar today?" Zoe greeted her friend before their first lecture of the day.
"Hi there, Zoe. No, not today," Samantha replied, her hand unconsciously reaching for the leather band which wasn't there, "Rob and I agreed that we should only play at the weekends."
"Aw, that's a shame, I was looking forward to watching you humiliate yourself again," Zoe said with an fake sad expression. Me too, Samantha thought, surprising herself with the strength of her reaction. She shrugged and gave a rueful smile to indicate her feelings on the subject.
"Well, you don't have to go along with what he says. We could-" the redhead began, but was interrupted by the start of the lecture. Samantha looked at her curiously, wondering what she had been about to say, but knowing that she would get no more at the moment.
"What were you about to say earlier?" she asked as the two girls walked along the corridor, having completed their only lecture of the morning.
"Earlier? I don't recall, what were we talking about?" Zoe replied innocently, an almost believable look of bafflement on her face.
"You know perfectly well what we were talking about! " Samantha exclaimed, "I was saying that Rob and I weren't playing our little game during the week, and you said 'We could'. So what were you about to say we could do?" She tried to sound offhand and nonchalant, but her excitement was obvious.
"Oh, that!" the redhead said as if only recalling the conversation dimly, "I was just thinking that, okay, Rob doesn't want to play. Maybe we could start our own game?"
"W-what do you mean, Zoe?" Samantha stuttered, not wanting to jump to conclusions, but excited by the implication of her friend's words.
"Well, if you put the collar on, you could become my slave!" the other girl replied. Samantha's heart rate shot up at the thought, but she had her doubts.
"I-I don't know," she said worriedly, "I'd feel like I was… cheating on Rob."
"Don't be silly, Sam," Zoe scoffed, "it's just a bit of fun, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. In fact, he'll probably love it when you tell him about it later - boys are always suckers for girl-on-girl action!"
"When?" Samantha asked lamely, rather overwhelmed by her arousal, and the way events had turned so dramatically and so rapidly.
"It's 11 now, our next lecture isn't until 3 this afternoon," Zoe mused, "do you have the collar with you?" Feeling a little railroaded, but loving the direction in which she was being driven, Samantha reached into her bag and pulled out the simple leather collar.
"Well then, now seems as good a time as any," Zoe smiled, "if you want to play, just put it on." The young blonde girl looked into her friend's smiling face and, overcome by her submissive desires, buckled the band around her neck.
"Very good, slave," Zoe said, "now, what do you say?"
"Your slave… I'm… your wish is my command, Miss?" Samantha said, unsure of what was expected of her.
"Wrong!" Zoe exclaimed loudly, making several people walking past look around in alarm. What they saw next shocked them, as the small redhead slapped the tall blonde hard across the face. Samantha staggered a little, stunned not so much by the power of the blow or the pain it caused, but by surprise at what had just happened. "Show proper respect, slave!"
"Mistress! I'm sorry, Mistress!" Samantha blurted as the little crowd their performance had attracted watched and listened to the exchange. Zoe put her index finger through the metal loop on the front of the collar and dragged her friend into the nearest ladies' room.
"Right! For a start, you can remove your knickers!" Zoe barked, hands on hips and tapping her foot. Samantha looked around and could see that at least one of the cubicles was occupied but, seeing the stern look on her friend's - now her Mistress' - face, she pulled off the undergarment with her leggings, giving it to the girl now standing impatiently in front of her, hand outstretched. Zoe checked out the flimsy thong, folding it up into a ball.
"Is this making you wet, slave?" she asked rhetorically as she wiped the wad of material between Samantha's thighs, before lifting it to her nose and sniffing. "It would seem so! You smell very pungent, slut. I wonder how you taste? Open!" Stunned by her friend's unexpected display of dominance, Samantha meekly opened her mouth and stood there, unresisting, as the rolled-up thong was stuffed in.
At that moment, the cubicle door opened and Professor Delaney emerged. She took in the scene before her, recognising both girls from one of her classes, but merely raised an eyebrow and shook her head as if to say 'Students! What will they get up to next?' She brushed past them and washed her hands, before leaving the bathroom without a word.
"You can shut your mouth any time, slave," Zoe laughed, "put your leggings back on and give me your shoes and that top." Samantha did as she was ordered, wondering where this was leading.
"What a pretty bra!" Zoe smiled, running her finger along the lace-trimmed cups and pressing it into the soft flesh of the edge of her breast, "that will look fine. Come on, follow me!" Feeling rather exposed, Samantha adjusted the panties in her mouth so that it wasn't obvious to others that they were there, and trailed behind her Mistress as she led her out of the bathroom, out of the college building and, to her alarm, into the busy street outside.
She got plenty of curious looks from passers-by, the women wondering at the bizarre fashion choice of just wearing a bra, the men not caring why, just staring at her breasts.
"Nice tits, love! Come over 'ere and give us a feel!" one of the workmen shouted out as they walked past a building site. Samantha blushed deeply, but kept her eyes firmly on the pavement in front of her. Distracted, she let out a muffled cry as she stepped on a small stone which dug into the sole of her bare foot.
She was surprised and confused when Zoe took her into a large DIY store, wondering what she could possibly want. The answer soon became clear as she was taken over to the section where they sold rope and chain by length.
"Could you cut me two one-meter lengths and one two-meter length, please," Zoe said to the young man, pointing at the medium-sized chain on display. When he had done so, Zoe led the way over to another part of the store, where she selected seven padlocks. In the gardening section, she picked out a set of half a dozen bamboo canes which were on special. Samantha looked at them with concern, knowing that Zoe didn't even have a window box, let alone a garden, and wondering what they were to be used for. She had a bad feeling about this…
As Zoe completed her purchase, Samantha knew that, at some point, she was going to be wearing those chains, and the prospect quickly made her hot. My very own slave chains, she thought, how exciting! She knew that Zoe's flat wasn't too far away, and she started to fantasise about walking around the flat, chained and serving her Mistress. She couldn't wait!
It turned out that she didn't have to, as Zoe had decided not to bother going back to her flat. She led her slave back to the building site, where the workmen were taking their lunch break. There were more ribald comments and, when they stopped about ten yards away, there was a loud cheer. But they watched in near silence at what happened next.
"Hold out your hands, slave," Zoe instructed and, when she did so, wrapped one end of a one-meter chain around Samantha's left wrist, locking it in place, before fastening the other end of the chain tightly around her right wrist with a second padlock. Samantha watched in dismay as Zoe repeated this to chain her ankles, causing laughter, whistles and applause to erupt amongst the wrapt audience.
Zoe took the third length of chain and padlocked one end to the ring at the front of Samantha's collar, then padlocked the other end to the ankle chain, finishing off by attaching it to the middle of the wrist chain, leaving the blonde unable to raise her hands above elbow height and having to keep her legs quite close together, the chains being so restrictive.
"Glad we could provide you with some entertainment, boys," Zoe said as she turned to the workmen and, smiling, blew them a kiss. She pulled the thong out of Samantha's mouth and took it over, handing the saliva-soaked garment to the youngest and best looking of them. As the two young women continued down the street, one striding out confidently, the other shuffling awkwardly to keep up, the builders cheered them on their way.
Samantha, humiliated beyond what she had imagined possible by being leered at, not only by the workmen but by every man they passed in the street, could not believe it when Zoe led her, still chained and half dressed, into the college cafeteria. This is a total nightmare, she thought, it can't get any worse!
Of course, she was wrong. Having chosen her food, Zoe led the way over to a table where she had spotted a group of their friends, sitting and eating lunch. She joined them and, to Samantha's horror, clicked her fingers and pointed to the floor next to her. Why did I ever tell her about what Rob did, she thought bitterly, as she knelt beside her Mistress submissively.
"Wow! What's going on, Zoe?!" one of the girls at the table, Charlotte, asked in astonishment.
"It's a bet," Zoe replied, "Sam lost, and she has to be like this all day. Isn't that right, Sam?" Samantha looked up at her friend in anguish, seeing the knowing smirk on her face.
She had told Zoe all about how she had to be honest when she was a slave, and she knew that this was a trap - if she lied, Zoe would punish her and, possibly, tell everyone the truth anyway. But if she told the truth, she would humiliate herself even more in front of her friends. And, she remembered, I'm going to have to describe all this to my Master later…
"No, Mistress, not quite," she said quietly, seeing that everyone at the table was hanging on her every word, "I am your slave, until you say otherwise." There were several gasps at this from her friends.
"Holy shit!" the youngest of the group, Gary, exclaimed, "your slave, Zoe?! Can I get one?!"
"Maybe I'll let you borrow mine, if you're really good," Zoe smiled.
"Sam! Why?!" Charlotte asked.
"Because… I find it deeply, overwhelmingly erotic, Miss," Samantha replied, her head bowed submissively. Everyone seemed to start talking at once then, discussing these startling revelations.
Samantha wasn't surprised when Zoe started to feed her from her own plate, just as she had described Rob doing. As the meal progressed, students from other tables came over to observe the curious scene and, after a while, several teachers as well. Samantha, her cheeks blazing red, could do nothing but keep her eyes firmly on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.
"My slave has to go to the loo now," Zoe announced to the group of friends, "why don't you come along and watch, it's very entertaining!" Samantha looked horrified as they all left the cafeteria together, Zoe grabbing the chain just below her collar and pulling her along the corridor to the bathroom. She put her head around the door and, seeing that it was empty, ushered the others quickly inside, including the boys. A couple of them stood with their backs to the door, making sure that no-one could burst in on them.
"Come on then, slave, do your party trick!"
Samantha knew what was required and, not knowing if she hated Zoe or herself more, pulled down her leggings and began to play with herself. Her embarrassment was excruciating, but that only made bringing herself to orgasm easier. She watched the amazement and delight grow on the faces around her as she worked her fingers rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt, and reached her climax in double-quick time.
As she cried out in ecstasy, she heard the laughter around her. It seemed so much worse than earlier, when the builders had also laughed at her, because these were supposed to be her friends, the ones who had gathered round and sympathised so sincerely when she had suffered in the past. Now, she was a laughing stock and, to her dismay, she felt nothing but lust at her shame.
The rest of the day passed in a daze for Samantha. She thought she was past the point of surprise, but Zoe's insistence that she attend her lectures wearing just her bra and still in the slave chains was almost too much to bear. Everyone looked, talked, giggled and pointed at her, making controlling the classes almost impossible, and leading to her being ejected from the final one.
"Wait for me on the quad outside," Zoe hissed at her as she got up to leave. As she stood on the grass in front of the college, in full view of students going to class and pedestrians in the road, Samantha hung her head, somewhere between despair at her uncontrollable urges and arousal at the situation in which she had put herself. As she waited, she was distraught to see the college principal heading in her direction.
"What exactly is the meaning of this, Ms Thomson?" he demanded, "this is definitely not acceptable dress in the college!"
"I'm sorry, Sir," she said submissively.
"Perhaps you need a little time to think about what you are doing," he fumed, "you're suspended for two weeks! In fact, as it's close to the end of term, why don't we extend that? We'll expect you back after the summer break, Ms Thompson, and with a better attitude. Now please leave college property!"
He stormed off and, with a tear in her eye at this latest, official, humiliation, Samantha went to stand on the pavement, trying to ignore the close attention she was now attracting from the gathering crowd…