-Look, I don't have any problem with this. But..., it's not my thing, ok? A guy told me to sit on his lap and lectured me for something he had invented, and said that I was a naughty girl. Another guy made me eat a lollipop.

-So what? It's just a bit of performance, slut.

-A lollipop!

-Ok, I see your point.

We talked with the guys through the website and set a date for a first meeting. Paige went there, always a public place, like a pub or a park, and met them. If the guy was too disagreeable, or too antipathetic, or had any other serious inconvenient, the business ended right then.

At first, I had an appointment biweekly, more or less. After a while they began to come once a week. A particular week they were two. So, the website had been a good idea. The main problem was that I didn't like my character. It didn't have any particular issue, many people likes this and they are not harming anyone, I just felt ridiculous and unnatural. The part of being passive was fine, because, that's what I always had been. The worst part was faking ignorance and treating them like if they were teaching me some important lesson. I was an adult. I wanted adult conversations, or, at least, fucking silence. I didn't like to be called “baby” and to call them “daddy”. One of them asked, if I knew what was that thing between his legs when he took off his trousers. What the fuck!? Of course I knew! I had to pretend that I didn't, though.

-Oh, daddy, what's that? It's so big...

-You said that, slut?- To Paige, all that was very funny.

-Yes, I fucking said that... I want another character.

-Ok, ok. I'll find something.



The vertical ring on my navel was bearable. The steel stud, with two small black spheres, in the middle of my togue, though, was a bit more challenging. The tattoo had been altered so the wings seemed old and broken. Like if the butterfly had had a very tough life.

The change of hairstyle was pretty easy. Paige daubed her hands in gel, slided them from my neck upwards and fixed everything with a comb. From pixie to hedgehog in a few minutes. I put on my new steel earrings with a pretty big S dangling below while she applied a black lipstick to my lips.

Next came the ornaments. On my neck she fastened tightly a thin black leather collar with a D ring at the front and spikes all around, and locked it with a small padlock. I padlocked on my wrists and ankles matching cuffs.

I put on a leather bra while Paige helped me with the black tight denim skirt long to midthighs. Completed the outfit a white sheer cut-off tank top, that highlighted the bra.

-Do you understand what you have to do?

-Yes. I'm some kind of wild..., thing, addicted to sex, who needs to be controlled.

-Yes.

-I have to call you “mistress” and you will call me “slut”.

-Yes.

-Because of the character, not because you like it...

-Errrrr...- Her smile was quite suspicious.

-And you are going to keep the keys for the same reason.- Her smile grew.- Ok, then. Mistress, chain me, please.

The leash was a thin chain with a leather handler. She padlocked the chain to the other padlock on the back of my collar. Then she padlocked my wrist cuffs to the middle of the chain with another padlock. The handler hung beside my buttocks. The locksmith had had a profitable day thanks to us.

-I will be in the living room. Call me if there is any trouble, ok?- She took off the combination padlock and the panties so I was going to be commando. She hugged me tightly, caressed my buttocks getting her hands under my skirt and kissed my butterfly, which was her favourite spot for kissing me those last weeks.- You are very brave, slut.

Those last days an idea had been bouncing inside my head. If I was to going to be “wild” and “wild” in this context may mean “free”, then, perhaps, I could be more free all the time, not just for a short time each week. So I finally did what I had been thinking about for a long time. I kissed Paige, not with a peck like the last time, but with a full kiss. I opened my mouth and devoured hers.

She was so surprised that she needed a few seconds for reacting. She turned her head breaking the kiss but didn't move. She didn't move!

-Wow, good performance, my beautiful and wild slutty butterfly.- Apparently she though that I was practicing my performance.- But be careful with your teeth, specially if your are sucking something soft. You know what I mean.

-Now I have to suck them?

-Whatever you need. You want a hard penis, right? It's not the first time. You sucked my boyfriend, don't you remember?

-No, I didn't.

-He said...

-He lied. I've told you, several times. He lied.

-Ok, slut, whatever...- Her hands were still on my buttocks, caressing and squeezing.

-I'm very horny, mistress.- I rested my head on her shoulder.

-I know, my beautiful slut, I know.

-Why the S on the earrings?- I haven't thought about that until then.

-Oh, it's for “slut”.

-You must be joking.- What the fuck!? That was... What the fucking fuck!?

-Ok, it's for sincerity. Better?

-Yeah? Screw you, mistress.- I pronounced that last word in ironic tone. But the most surprising about the whole situation is that I wasn't mad at her. An unpleasant surprise? Yes..., and yet..., I didn't care. That's the point of friendship and love, I guess. It makes no fucking sense.

The guy came a few minutes later. I was supposed to be slutty and seductive but not too much, because I had to pretend not to be in control. I had to seem anxious, but, again, not too much, because I supposedly was serving my mistress and his newfound friends. We had been practicing sentences like, “please, fuck me”, or “fuck me, sir”. We also practiced my body language: open legs, arched back, open mouth, slow slinky movements... And of course, I had to pretend to be having very big orgasms.

The best part was that I didn't need to talk. In fact, as I was really horny and I was actually shy, the rest was surprisingly easy to perform. The part of pretending to be a owned slut, or a slave, or whatever, was also easy because I was actually doing what Paige had suggested. Saying that my mistress had ordered something, instead of saying that my friend had suggested something wasn't an issue.

-Fuck him, slut.- Said Paige faking a severe tone.

-Yes, mistress.- I humbly replied. I walked towards him swinging my hips. I pressed my body against his and surrounded his leg with mine so my crotch rubbed slightly against his.- Please, fuck me, sir.

I faked a moan with my mouth almost touching his ear. I noticed something growing very fast in his crotch. It really surprised me how easy had been. For the first time in my life I felt sexy. Ok, perhaps the appropriate word was “slutty”, but at that moment I wasn't paying attention to semantics. I was paying attention to my feelings and I was feeling powerful. With the other character, the innocent flower, I felt dumb. With all that leather, metal and black I felt like a predator and that dude was my prey, even with my tied up hands.

I didn't need to pretend to have a very big orgasm, as I actually had several big orgasms. After the third he was already spent so I helped him with my mouth. Whatever objection I could have about sucking strangers didn't matter at that moment, because I was in character.

-Thank you for using me, sir.- I was supposed to say that for making them feel powerful. I don't kow if they bought the lie or even cared. Neither I don't know if I was truly in control, but it felt that way. I felt good. Period.

I was so tired that Paige had to help me undressing and getting in the shower after she had unchained me. When I finished cleaning myself dinner was already served. I sat down at the table before realizing that I was totally naked.

The tests were close and I was supposed to study that night but I needed some sleep. I would study in the morning. After dinner and some TV, I went to bed and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning I woke up with a big urge for touching myself, as usual. As usual, I reached down there still half asleep, and thus not remembering that the latex panties were blocking the access. That morning, though, I found something else. Instead of latex I found skin. I looked there and I saw Paige's leg between mine, and her thigh pressing against my vagina blocking the access. Then I realized that an arm was surrounding my tummy and a thumb was touching my breast a few centimeters from my nipple. I also realized that two hard nipples were pinching my back and hot air was intermittently hitting against my neck. My straight friend was hugging me real tight. And yet, the most surprising were those curly hairs touching my ass.

-Paige? Are you awake?- I moved slightly trying to awake her.

-Mmmm. What?- She babbled.

-Can you move your thigh?

-My what?- She was beginning to pronounce consonants.

-Your thigh, I need to masturbate.

-Is your turn to prepare breakfast, slut. You will masturbate later.

-Ok, but you are still hugging me.

I went to the kitchen and got busy. She came a few minutes later with a robe. I was naked again, of course. Why should I? No one had complained about my nudity. She crouched and helped me put on the latex panties.

-No, please, I want to...

She moved up the panties but, instead of fastening the buckle she inserted a hand behind me and the other one in front. With the front hand massaged my clit, while two fingers entered my vagina from behind and rubbed my g-spot.

-You were amazing yesterday, slut. I could hear you through the walls.- The logical part of my brain was drowning in confusion so the other part took control.- Hearing you made me feel so horny that I needed to masturbate.

-Really?- I was lost in a sea of mixed feelings and it was awesome.

-Thank you for being such a good slut.

-No!- I yelled when she suddenly stopped.- Keep going.

-Mmm..., no. Ask properly.

-Please?

-Nop.

-Please...- She had suggested that she had enjoyed my performance, so maybe...- Please, mistress?

-Ask properly.

-Please mistress, make me orgasm.

So that was the key to understand all that teasing, all those padlocks, and everything else. She liked control. Is amazing how easy is to create new memories when the most complex brain functions are off. I still remember that moment quite vividly. That mind blowing orgasm and that choice.