Anne stood before the big gothic door of the large stone building and stared at the list of names. As she might have expected Lucy's stood out, the name FER in large, red block capitals dominating the white sheet it was written on. Anne looked intently at the name and the button beside it as if that would give her some guidance of what to do. Because she was a confused young woman.
On one hand she hated what had happened to her over the past couple of days, being spanked publicly at a college party then being literally fondled on a public street and humiliated by another young woman was just terrible. But when she thought of the physical arousal her body and mind had experienced it was on a different plane completely from anything else she had ever felt, it made her almost instantly wet between the legs just thinking about what had happened. And she couldn't stop thinking about it. So on one hand, once again she was keen to put a stop to this whole charade, it had gone on too long already, but on the other she wanted more. After all if she didn't want this then why had she painstakingly, last night, done what Lucy had ordered and shaved all of her pubic hair from her crotch?
After experiencing the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life in the confines of the tiny, horrible cubicle of a pub (the nearest refuge she could find after her encounter with Lucy in the street) Anne, had scuttled out ashamed, sure that the patrons of the bar knew what she had just done. She had been assailed by guilt then, determined that she would draw a line under this sordid relationship. But when she passed a pharmacy she remembered Mistress Lucy's instruction to shave herself and she headed in and bought razors and hair removal cream and while still mentally telling herself she was going to resist she took a hot bath then went to work taking off every visible hair. And then, while still lying in her bath Anne had begun rubbing her newly shorn skin and fingered herself to yet another climax. She had never cum as much in her life as this week.
But still when she mustered the courage and pressed the bell there was a part of her that thought she was going to tell Lucy that this was all a big mistake and that if it was all the same to her she would like to call things off now, before they went any further.
And then she heard Lucy's voice on the intercom. Harsh, strident and demanding.
"Yes?"
All her brittle attempts to build up a defence against this girl's power just washed away. She gave an involuntary start and stammered her response.
"Er, it's me, er...Anne, er,Lu-, er I mean Mistress Lucy, er..."
"Good, you're on time, I like that slave. Now get down on your knees and be like that when I come down."
"Er, what, er, hello?"
Anne stood there wondering if she had heard correctly, knowing in her heart that she had. She glanced around. She was standing on the top of five wide stone steps that came off the sidewalk of a busy enough residential street. Swallowing hard Anne dropped slowly to her knees and prayed that Lucy would not be long. Of course Lucy was more than happy to leave Anne out there for as long as she wanted, watching from her first floor bay window and waiting for someone to come past and speak to this new slave of hers.
"Excuse me Miss, are you alright?"
Anne got the shock of her life at the voice behind her. She turned around and saw a kindly old gentleman that reminded her of her now deceased Grandfather. Panicking the blonde stammered.
"No! No, it's Ok thanks, er I was just er tying my laces, thank you."
He looked at her long and hard, as if he knew she was lying but eventually just nodded and moved on, continually glancing over his shoulder as he went as Anne remained submissively on her knees..
"Dumb bitch, you're wearing slip ons!"
Anne jumped again at this voice and turned to see Lucy standing in the doorway looking down at her.
"Now crawl in here and we can see if you've done what I told you."
Blushing furiously Anne crawled forward into the doorway, her role here already well established.
*
She had to crawl all the way up to the first floor flat, fortunately meeting nobody on the way before finally crawling into Lucy's flat. It was an expensive flat, how a college student could afford it Anne couldn't imagine, certainly she could only hope to have somewhere anything like a nice as this.
"Through to the living room slut and take all your clothes off."
Lucy's voice was so sure, so certain, it brooked no argument. So Anne offered none. Instead she continued on her hands and knees into a large room that overlooked the high street with a large window and stood up and carefully took all her clothing off, any faux resistance her mind had thought she was capable of all but forgotten. It was only as she stepped out of her panties to stand completely naked in the room that she noticed the TV which was running a hardcore porn DVD. Anne could not help but look at the on screen action as a short haired blonde girl was assailed by three big breasted black women all sporting massive strap on dildo's. They dominated her physically and verbally, calling her all the degrading names under the sun and fucking all three of her holes with their plastic dicks. Almost without realising it Anne's hand dropped to her crotch and despite the fact that if anyone was looking in the window they would get quite the eyeful she began to gently rub at herself while watching the lesbian pornography.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing slave!"
The brutal tone of Lucy's voice smashed through Anne's trance like state and snapped her to attention. She began apologising and explaining and stammering pathetically when Lucy flashed her a big, toothy grin.
"I'm just shitting with you bitch. God you are such a fucking feeb., I knew you would like that and I can see you do, I bet you want to know if your Nigger Mistress Lucy has got a big, hard cock like them, don't you?"
Anne bit her lip, the N word had stung her, she just wasn't used to it being used. She tried to figure out if she agreed with Lucy whether that might be construed as an insult.
"Um, do you have one?"
Again she was treated to that big, shit eating grin as Lucy turned away to lift an object from behind a chair, she held it up to her crotch and the phallus jutted out obscenely at Anne.
"Big enough for ya?! Ha! You think you can take this bad boy? Well, we'll find out tonight won't we? Before that though I want to make a few changes to your look, that Ok, you trust your Mistress Lucy to do what's best for you?"
