{I won't fully recap part one. If you are interested in the story, start from the beginning. I plan on getting these out quicker so you shouldn't need a refresher for each one. Also, remember two main words, "fiction," and "fantasy." This isn't the real world. No one has to use the bathroom, no one gets hurt (in any way that they don't enjoy) and everything tends to work out (mostly) in the end. Also, BDSM online protocol is NOT being violated since this is (see above), fiction and fantasy. This is not a "how-to" on BDSM. No one is getting killed in this or getting STD's. It's a world where things work out, people get what they enjoy and everyone wins (that should win). Enjoy!}
I awoke to a whole new world. In the old one, I was Madison, the nerdy, smart, sarcastic 20 year old college student. In the new one, I was chattel, just a plaything for a master. Katja owned me now. I'd willingly submitted to her. I'd agreed to put my sexual fate in her hands. In the previous story she'd instructed me to become the house, "oral slut" for my gay cousin Sam, and her boyfriend, Brennan whenever she had a "whim." I'd also licked her to orgasm, the first female I'd ever had any kind of sex with. She'd hinted (threatened?) that there would be much more of that and then some.
I found out quickly what my duties were and how that would be like. Instead of recounting it "blow by blow" as it were, I'll give you an example of a "normal" day. We were sitting around the breakfast table, laughing and joking about some silly thing when I saw a flash of a smile and a wink from Katja to, in this case, Brennan.
"Be a dear, and help Brennan out with his "problem," she smirked.
It meant I had to drop to my knees, under the table, while they continued to talk and laugh about the day as if I wasn't under the table giving head to him as they joked. After I finished him I had to sit there, the remnants of his orgasm on my face as if nothing had happened, while they just chuckled. I also learned quickly that I was "clothing optional." That meant that no matter where, or when, in the house, if Katja said, I had to drop anything or everything I was wearing. She used it as a way to humiliate me, which she told me I needed.
Katja was also interested in teaching me more about women and our pleasures together. She would often call me into her room, wearing just a silky Japanese style robe, her favorite. She showed me how to lick her pussy by licking mine. I'd never had such thunderous orgasms as I did with her tongue lashings. She also introduced me to various toys, such as rather large dildos, which she loved penetrating me with. Combined with vibrators of all sorts she often got me off multiple times, totally filled with fake cock, while teasing my clit with the electric toys. She had me respond in kind, showing me how to use them on her. She also didn't allow doors, or privacy. If I was sucking one of their cocks, everyone else was usually watching. Our lesbian shows were quite interesting to Brennan, in particular, I often heard him begging Katja to let me "take the edge off." She teased him with it, however. It certainly wasn't as often as HE wanted....or I wanted.
It was like re-entering an old world when I went back to visit Fabian. He remained just as uninterested in exploring or trying new things. I did manage to suck him off, however, by pushing his hands away when he tried to stop me. The look in his eyes as his cum dripped from my lips was priceless, like I'd ruined every innocent image he'd had of me, forever. I didn't care. We'd grown apart. Or, at least I'd grown in a direction directly away from him. We didn't even say goodbye that last time that I walked out of his dorm room, his cum drying on my chin. I could only think of home, and Katja, what she had in store for me next. She'd promised to "challenge" me. I knew it wasn't just going to be limited to the blowjob thing, or even our sex sessions. She knew I needed something, something big (hehe, so predictable).
"That body," she said one day, eyeing me. "That body should be splashed over every billboard on the highway or on everyone's favorites on the internet. Instead, you dress like an Amish librarian when I don't make you wear, or not wear something else," she said, pointing at my junky "mom" shorts and boring grey sweatshirt.
Now it was true, sometimes, I was just a lazy dresser. She knew I also walked around in loose tops and just my undies other times. But yeah, I'm not the sexiest dresser. I could sense this was another one of those "lessons" she had in mind for me, the challenges she had in store for me.
"We need to go shopping," she smiled. "I have a new slut toy I'm for damned sure going to show it off," she said, followed by my instant blush.
She made me push the shopping cart ahead of her while she watched my ass and made comments about it.
"Jesus. That ass should be in a museum, screw those statues without the arms, THAT should be on display."
She loved making me squirm, she was saying it just loud enough that MAYBE the people around heard. We stopped in the teen section, those clothes tend to fit me better, me being short. They also provide more revealing things like cleavage baring tops, tighter shorts, etc. Yes, I realize how that sounds, we, as a society are sexualizing young girls, I get it. In THIS case, however, it was appropriate, Katja WANTED to sexualize me (and I obviously want...or need to please her).
She had me try on many different shorts and tops and combos. She particularly liked the white tube top and tight jean, raggedy booty shorts. She hadn't allowed me to wear a bra, of course. She says she loves watching my nipples harden, which they do a lot, especially under her gaze and with her comments. Obviously I wore panties, because trying on clothes without them...well....gross.
"Mmm, that looks delicious," she whispered in my ear, lightly flicking her tongue on my neck which sent shivers down my spine. My nipples instantly got erect. She leaned in again. "It looks like you have an admirer," she said, subtly pointing out a guy two rows over who was glancing in our direction while trying NOT to look like he was ogling. He was picking up packages of hosiery, studying them, then putting them down, all while looking over the top of his bifocals. It was comical, "like yeah dude, you are totally considering buying women's leggings."
He was portly, ok, he was fat, to be non-PC. His hair, what there was of it, looked like it was struggling to stay on his head. It was wispy and there were few strands left. Still, he'd managed to comb it so that it would look longer and fuller than it was. It wasn't fooling anyone, I'm sure. He had on really thick glasses that were horn rimmed. He was wearing a buttoned down work shirt, even though it was a Sunday and I doubt he'd done any work that day. Plus, it was buttoned all the way up to the top button, the only thing missing was a comical bow tie and he'd have looked just like my Junior High School principal.
She whispered her commands in my ear about what to do or say, how to react to certain responses and I listened intently, as my heart started to race. I sighed, "yes, Miss Katja."
I walked directly to him and said, "hi, I'm Madison!" like I was a girl scout or something. "My friend over there thinks this outfit is slutty. Do you think it's slutty?" I asked as I turned slowly for him to allow him to ogle my ass, part of which was poking out from under the shorts.
I could hear him clear his throat uncomfortably. No doubt he was wondering if this was all a set up, that he'd been caught ogling and now I was testing him. It was, kind of. I was just repeating what Katja had told me to say.
I stood there with a pouty lip. He was looking directly down my top. My nipples were hard, he could see that.
"Uh, no, not at all. You look....cute," he managed to stammer out.
I made a face, "ew, cute. That is totally not what I was going for," I said in mock disappointment. I started to walk away.
"Well....maybe it IS a little...uh...slutty," he said haltingly, dancing the line to agree but not offend.
