You're not sure how you made it back to your room, but finally you close the door behind you, and collapse onto your bed.
Emotionally, you're totally spent, these past couple of hours have been tough on you, and your head is spinning with from all that's happened.
You're lying on your bed, trying to get comfortable, trying to make sense of the day's events, when you become aware of the press of the padlock on your neck. Yet another reminder of Erika's new found control over you.
As your mind replays the videos, the way both Jason and Erika combined to take your mouth's virginity, you're amazed to find your nipples hardening, and your pussy getting wet.
"This can't be right," you're thinking, "Why is this turning me on?" Even as your hands, seemingly of their own accord, reach up and cup your breasts, the thumbs flicking over your by now rock hard nipples.
The feel of your top as you stroke you nipples sends fresh waves through you, and you can feel the need to cum and cum building deep within you.
You pull your top up, and pull your bra down, freeing your nipples, two little dark rocks, sitting painfully hard on top of your breasts. The feel as you drag your fingernails over them makes you cry out, the touch is so intense.
You can't stop yourself imagining what Erika's hands would be doing, what they'd feel like playing with you, teasing you. You recall the feel of her fingers as they rubbed your clit through the jeans.
In your mind you're replaying it all, the shame, the rape, the way Erika so slickly took over, and yet you're turned on, and in fact getting even more so.
Quickly, you kick off your jeans, and almost rip your panties from you, in your eagerness to make it. You need to cum, you need to make it now!
One hand darts down, softly running through your bush, before settling on your clit. You know that just a couple of flicks would be enough, but you try to prolong the feeling, letting your nails flick over the tip of your hard little clit. You're playing with the hood, flicking it over your clit.
Naturally you spread you legs, wide, wider, so wise you can feel the strain in your hips, "Fuck! That feels good" you tell yourself as you give your nipple a little pinch.
You're thrusting your hips up, trying to make your touch hard enough to cum, but you keep withdrawing your fingers at the right moment, dragging this teasing out.
Finally, you get it slightly wrong, and you feel your fingernails catch your hard clit, hard and long enough to trigger your orgasm. Pinching your nipple hard, you're cumming, and cumming, shaking on the bed as you orgasm hard.
After, totally spent, you start to drift off into well deserved sleep, you find your eyes watering, tears slowly starting run down your cheeks. "Why is this turning me on, why do I like this, why do I want to see what Erika and Jason have in store tomorrow?" are just some of the questions that run around your head as you drift off to sleep.
The morning arrives all too quickly, and you don't feel refreshed at all. All night you've tossed and turned, unable to settle, wondering what the new day was going to bring.
You find yourself in front of Erika's door, a little early, as you don't want to keep her waiting, those videos of yours would be so demeaning if they ever go out, and you can't stand the idea of the rest of your friends, or even worse, your parents seeing how you've behaved.
You wait until it's exactly 9am and knock, softly, hoping that Erika is out, or that she's changed her mind, or maybe, just maybe she'll tell you that this is all a practical joke, that Jason was just a little shy to approach you and ask you out.
All these thoughts flee from your mind when you see the look on Erika's face. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips are pressed tightly together. She reaches out and digs her thumb and forefinger into your cheeks, shocking you by her strength and anger. You reach up to try to release Erika's grip and she uses her other hand to slap yours away.
"Put your hands down, slut!" she hisses and you obey. "Don't ever hide those beautiful earrings that we gave you. If I ever see your hair in anything but a ponytail or pigtails, you will be sorry. Do I make myself clear, slut?"
"Y-yes," you manage to stutter, with your cheeks painfully indented by her grip.
Without releasing her grasp, Erika continues, "And from now on, no matter where, you will address me as Mistress. I own you, slut, unless you want your wanton behavior to become public knowledge. Do you understand, cunt?"
You manage to squeeze out another "Yes," but immediately Erika increases the pressure and through clenched teeth, braces shining in the hallway lighting, says, "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"That's better," and she releases your cheeks. You stand before her in total shock, dumbfounded by how your supposed best friend has become your worst nightmare.
"Slut, this won't do!" Erika spits out looking you up and down, taking in your fresh t shirt and jeans. I told you we were going shopping, and you're not dressed for that!" she continues, and you look down, trying to work out what's wrong with your attire.
She grabs you firmly by the wrist and pulls you down the hallway, back to your room, and you find yourself being dragged along like a naughty schoolgirl. With a snap of her fingers, you find yourself handing over your keys, and Erika lets herself into your room.
She looks around and finds your wardrobe, quickly flicking through all your tops, skirt and dresses, muttering to herself, no, not suitable, and finally ahh, perfect.
She turns to you and in a firm voice commands you to strip. Your fingers leap to obey as your mind tries to stop them. But one look at her face is enough to make you step out of your jeans, and remove your top.
"All, slut," Erika says, tapping her phone as you stand there in your bra and panties, and you reluctantly remove the offending articles.
Naked, under her hard gaze, you can't meet her eyes, so you lower them, bowing your head to try and hide the shame you're feeling.
You're all too aware of your nakedness, and you're relieved when Erika throws you a dress. It's not what you'd have chosen, a yellow lightweight summer dress, but it's obvious from Erika's demeanor that it's all you're going to get.
Quickly, you slip it on over your head, and let it settle. The feel of your nipples as they catch on the material, makes them spring to life, clearly visible through the thin material. Erika is rummaging through your shoes and hands you the sandals with the 3-inch heels. "We will have to get some appropriate shoes soon," she adds and you slip on the sandals, wondering worriedly what she means by more appropriate shoes.
"Get a scrunchy and make sure your earrings show," and you quickly obey, embarrassed to think that everyone will see the handcuffs hanging from one lobe and a padlock from the other!
Clicking her fingers, Erika leads you out of your room, and you find yourself following, shamed by her immediate control over you.
The feel of the dress as it rubs your all too visible nipples, the SLUT collar, and the knowledge that underneath you're naked is almost too much. All you can think of as you follow Erika is "What if I get run over, what would people say?"
Erika pauses at the door, and looks you straight in the eye, before saying "You'll follow me, two paces behind, and on my left side, and one last thing, if I look back and you're not there, then I'll just have to send a certain video to all my contacts." And with that she turns and starts to walk away, not bothering to even glance back to see if you're following.
You hurry to catch up, trying to stay exactly as she said, your mind recoiling with the horror of the explicit threat. You know that you both share a lot of the same friends, and she's even got your parents numbers. You'd given them to her a long time ago, as a "just in case", and now your kindness was being repaid, but not in the way you expected.
As you walked down the long hall corridors, you keep your eyes firmly on Erika's back, trying to anticipate her movements. After a little while you realize that she's giving you signals with her left hand, just before she turns she'll indicate left or right with a subtle point of her index finger, or point upwards to indicate a halt.
It's only when you reach her car, so you remember where you've seen similar signaling, and your face flushes with the shame of realizing that Erika is using dog training signals to indicate what you're to do.
The wind briefly catches the lightweight material of your dress and for one moment, the hem is lifted Monroe style, revealing your nakedness. Erika just smiles, and tells you that there'll be plenty of time for you to show off later.
The actual car ride is completed in complete silence. Erika, from time to time glances at you, but otherwise there's no contact. The way she does look at you sends shivers through you, and your mind is trying to make sense of it all.
On the one hand, she's treating you like property, or a pet, blackmailing you into who knows what, and you should be fighting this treatment, fighting to regain your dignity. But somehow you are not able to build up the nerve to tell her, "Enough!" The pictures she has of you make all the difference. You would do anything to prevent your parents from seeing those pictures! You decide to go obey a little longer, and try to find a way out of this mess.
But you all admit to yourself that you've never felt so alive, so turned on, your erect nipples poking tents in your dress attest to that. Just recalling the walk, the way she instructed you has your pussy squirming, starting your juices to flow. You know this is wrong, but you cannot stop the way your body is reacting.
All too soon, Erika announces that she's arrived, and you pull up outside a beauty salon. Erika indicates for you to follow, and as the valet drives the car away, you follow her into the salon.
