The next day I tested my theory. I was face up on the bed. Paige's right arm was over my tummy and her right leg was between mine. I turned right to face her. I slided one arm below her head and hugged her tightly with the other. My bare breasts pressed against hers. I slided my right leg below her left and with my left leg I rubbed her vaginal lips covered by a thin layer of cotton.

-What are you doing?- She babbled still half asleep.

-Pleasuring my mistress, with your permission.- It was pretty clear that she liked to be called and treated this way.

-Stop.- Her word sounded like a sigh... or, perhaps, a weak moan.

With a surprissingly quick and strong movement she pushed me so I was again face up and she squatted over my right leg with her nether lips pressing against my thigh.

-Good morning, mistress.

She wouldn't let me move my leg. Instead, she began to rub herself. The initial confusion on her face was slowly turned into pleasure as the pace of her movements grew. After a while she denied with her head and stopped suddenly.

-Good morning, slut.

She opened the padlock, grabbed her robe and went to the kitchen. I didn't understand such a strange behavior. She didn't seem offended, at least. Maybe she just wasn't in the mood that morning. She had never been shy, so whatever the problem was, she would tell me sooner or later. I had something else in mind, though. The access to my own pleasure had been opened so I got busy.

-Are you ok, mistress?- Breakfast was already prepared when I finished my personal business.

-Why are you calling me that, Liza? There's no one here. You can abandon your character.

-Yes, mistress, but you like it, don't you? You like to control me. To tease me. Am I right?- She blushed.- Well, I liked your fingers inside me, so...

She didn't answer. The color on her face, the clumsy movements of her hands and the shakings of her legs showed discomfort. I had touched a sensitive topic. And yet she didn't seem to want to talk for some reason.



Those last weeks of the academic year were quite boring, compared to the previous months. I had a few appointments with guys but I was more focused on my studies so we ignored most of the messages. A couple more of them seemed very nice but I just didn't have the time.

One of them insisted on spanking me and even brought a paddle, but we didn't allow it. Another wanted to tie me to the bed spread eagled and we accepted, as the general idea was the same. Other brought ropes, and wanted me in a hogtie position. We allowed it because he was very careful and didn't hurt me.

Other brought a long leather whip. He only wanted it for showing. He wanted me to pretend to be scared and to beg for mercy. I didn't have any problem with that. In fact, after sex we talked a little and he was very nice.

I preferred all this to being a teenager because, even if I didn't like it very much, at least they treated me like an adult. In addition, they were very grateful and kind once the performance was over. One of them brought a quite expensive wine as a gift, and we shared it. A bunch of weirdos? Maybe, but I've seen worst. The best part was that whenever I said “stop” they had to stop immediately. Fortunately, it only happened once, when the rope guy tried to gag me.

Paige and I kept sleeping together but she was somehow colder. She still used to hug me and kiss me in my neck, cheeks and shoulder, but it felt different. She was more serious, sometimes even sad.

I also used to tease her. She liked it, I was sure. I could see her brief smiles and blushed cheeks. And still she used to push me away pretty quickly each time. She never complained, though. She was never angry or rough. She liked my caresses, she enjoyed whenever I called her “mistress”, but kept pushing me away. I thought that, maybe, she just wanted to be in the driver's seat. I just kept waiting for an explanation whenever she was ready.



We had only two tests pending, and they weren't difficult, so we could relax for the first time in a month. She was already in the restaurant. I was late because I had gone to a shoe shop. I had bought a pair of black leather boots with medium heels. On top of them I locked my leather ankle cuffs. Due to the combination of the heels and the spikes I felt both sexy and dangerous.

I arrived to the restaurant and saw her. My leather bra was attracting a lot of stares because I was wearing the fishnet top Paige had bought me a couple of weeks ago. I approached her trying not to be noticed. Once I was near enough I grabbed her arms and nibbled her ear.

-Hello, mistress.- I said in my most sensual voice. Then I stuck my tongue into her ear canal. Before she could tell me to stop, what se used to do quite quickly, I left in front of her the keys to my cuffs and collar, on ankles, wrists and neck, and sat on my chair.

-Hello, slut.- Her cheeks were deep red. She tried to cover her usual rare smile with her hand but couldn't. Once again her smile told a story but her eyes told something different. Shame, perhaps?

-Look.- I showed her my boots.- What do you think?

-Sexy and dangerous.

-Exactly!

We talked about nothing in particular. From time to time her eyes, and the eyes of those who were nearby went from my face to my breasts. Aparently, she didn't want my kisses, my hugs, and my caresses, but she did want to kiss me, hug me, caress me and look at my body. Either she was very confused, or she was trying to confound me.

-Excuse me, my name is Paul and I...- A quite handsome guy approached us and talked to me. The previous years guys used to talk to Paige and once she had rejected them, they talked to me. During the last months, though, they preferred to talk to me in the first place.

-If you want to fuck this slut, you need my mistress's permission.- I interrupted him. I didn't know if he wanted to fuck me or just talk. It would be arrogant to assume that. I wasn't talking to him, though. In fact, I said that looking at Paige's eyes because I was trying to flirt with her again. Anyways, he probably wanted to fuck me and due to the combination padlock literally needed permission.

-Can you, please, leave us alone?- She made a very strange gesture when I said that. Like if someone had punched her on the stomach. Was she offended by my umpteenth attempt of flirting?

-Is everything ok, my beautiful mistress?

-I have to talk with you.- A couple of tears appeared on her eyes.

-Ok...

-Not here. Not now.

Once at home she insisted on taking off all the padlocks. She was nervous and uncomfortable and I was also beginning to feel that way.

-I... I know why were you so horny.

-It's not a mental door. It has to be something else.

-Yes, it was something else. I used a weak aphrodisiac along with the meds for the anemia.

-You drugged me? Why?

-I wanted to humiliate you. To make you feel miserable. As miserable as I felt when you betrayed me.

-I didn't betray...

-But instead you enjoyed it.- She interrupted me.- You were masturbating everyday. You were smiling more than ever. You were happy and I felt even angrier. So I tried to convince you that you were a cheap slut. I increased the dose and began to manipulate you. To tease you with kisses and caresses. I convinced you to wear those stupid panties so I could control your feelings.

-Errrr...

-I convinced you to fuck a stranger I had met in a random street. Somone called, Ted or whatever. He even paid me.

-What are you...?

-When he came, though, I realized that I had gone too far. I hugged you while you were sleeping so you would wake me up in the morning and I could apologize. But when I saw how happy you were that angered me even more. You were supposed to feel disgusted, not happy. How can you be happy after fucking someone with whom you haven't even talked? You even kissed me!

-That's not correct...

-So I thought that maybe I could make some money.- She interrupted me again.- I brought a few guys more and you did the same. You were happy. I was trying to make you feel miserable but, the joke was on me. At some point my anger turned into shame, and the shame into guilt. My caresses and kisses turned into a sort of therapy for myself. I needed to apologize.

-But...

-During the next weeks I began to gradually reduce the dose. I kept asking you more absurd things. I asked you to dress like a child and to behave like a child. I branded your neck. I used your own money to buy you things you didn't want. And you were still happy. You trusted me so you didn't make any question. I wanted to stop everything. But you wanted more! I was loosing my mind. And then I fucking chained you and made you look like a freak and you were even more happy. The next day I assaulted you in the kitchen and you thanked me! And you cannot blame the aphrodisiac because you were already clean.

-What...?

-And then you began to hug me and kiss me and caress me everywhere. You kept calling me “mistress”. And worst of all, I was actually enjoying it. You were flirting with me and you were succeeding. I was going nuts. I...

She covered her face with her hands. I could see the tears running down her fingers and hear her sobs. I didn't know what to say ot think. Was I supposed to say something? Should I be angry? Yes, I should be fucking angry. She had drugged me. She had manipulated my feelings because she wanted revenge for something that never happened. I should be yelling and insulting her. And yet...

I needed to think. I had let my feelings dominate me all those months. I needed some logic back in my life. I went to my bedroom and laid down on my bed. I had to make a choice. Leave that house? Stop seeing with her? Live with my parents? Forgive her?

She was right, though. I was happy. I was enjoying. I had fucked for money. So what? I didn't know, nor care. Even if I was performing and everything was a lie. Sex wasn't a lie. My feelings weren't a lie. Whenever she kissed me she was trying to..., what? Apologize? Well, I actuallly enjoyed her attentions. I could have made more questions but I didn't because I didn't care. Was it appropriate to be angry when I had been so happy?

All of this was because of that fucking moron, Warren. She should have trusted me. But he was a good liar, I guess. A very good liar.

-Dinner is on the table. I have already finished eating, so you don't have to see me. I will be on my bedroom in case you need something.- She said through the closed door. Aparently, I had spent all the afternoon thinking and rambling.

I had to make a choice sooner or later. Forgiveness or hate? The choice was much easier than what I had anticipated. Actually, it had been made weeks ago in the kitchen. My feelings were real. The butterfly had already started to fly.



I got in Paige's bedroom when she was already asleep. Her face was red and swollen. She had been crying. I sat over her waist, my nether lips touching her skin, and kissed her lips.

-What are you...!?- She was shocked.

-You have already talked enough. It's my turn. Ok?- She nodded.- I have a few rules and you are going to accept them or I'll leave as soon as the tests are finished.- She nodded again.- First, you are going to accept the truth about Warren. I've trusted you, so you are going to trust me. I told you what happened, several times. I didn't fuck him. The story I told you about that night. You remember it, don't you? Say it.

-He raped you.- She was crying again.

It was the last autumn. Paige's birthday. We made a party at our place with a few guests. After the cake Paige and a few others went to a pub. I stayed here with another group, including her boyfriend, Warren.

I didn't like him very much. He was a humbug and an imbecile. She was in love, though, so I had to put up with him. That day he insisted on speaking with me. Boastings, lies..., the same crap as always.

I wanted to dress sexy for a day, just for me. I wasn't trying to flirt with anyone in particular. A short tight skirt, a crop top, eye brush and red lipstick for my own amusement. It was a fucking party and I wanted to dress properly.

He kept grabbing my hand and caressing my cheeks and shoulders. His conversation was very boring so I started to drink. After a while I got drunk. His company became bearable and his bullshit even funny.

Everything blurred and I found myself on my bed with him on top. I didn't know how did that happen but I do remember clearly his smell, his weight, my noes, my shame, my tears and my pain down there.

He blamed me in front of everyone. He said that had I seduced him. As he was such a good liar, and my skirt was so short, everyone believed him, including my parents, my friends and my best friend and roomie. She broke up with him but kept blaming me.

At some point I even began to doubt my own version. Maybe I had been too nice. Maybe I should have been colder and ask him clearly to fuck off. That's true. But the pain and the tears were real. Period.

After a while Paige suddenly seemed to change her mind and accept my version. Clearly, she was just preparing her revenge plan.

-Say it again. What happened that night?

-He raped you.

-You trust me now? Why?

-Because he was a humbug and an imbecile, and you are my best friend.- Her tears dampened her pillow and her long light brown hair.- Even if you were lying I should have chosen your side. But you weren't lying.

-Good. Second, I want my money.- She nodded.- Third, you are going to forgive yourself because I have already forgiven you.- She nodded again.- Fourth, you are going to understand something. I wasn't happy because of those guys. I was happy because of you. Because you were there. Was it all a lie? All those kisses and hugs? I don't think so.

-Errrr...

-So, fifth, you are going to be honest with yourself and with me. You are going to tell me what the hell do you want. All that teasing. You are going to explain it to me. Because you trust me, right?

-Yes.- She smiled at last and I kissed her again.

-Say it.

-I trust you.