Anne stared at her reflection in the full length mirror in Lucy's kinky bedroom (there were handcuffs, floggers, dildos and ropes scattered about it randomly) and could not quite believe what she looked like and that she was about to go out in public like this. On her feet were a really slutty pair of ridiculously high heeled shoes, moving up the only other item she had on the lower half of her body was a raggedy, faded denim mini skirt that was really cheap and nasty looking. So her long, pale legs were really exposed and to her dismay Anne realised that without too much movement you could see her freshly shorn crotch beneath the skirt, she really would have to be careful walking and sitting down in particular. She had plenty of skin on display on her top half too, wearing, as she was, a half T-shirt that came down to just below the underside of her breasts and displayed her entire, pale midriff. Which was bad enough but was made even worse by the single word printed on the white shirt, "SLUT". At the moment that word was intersected by the chain like leash which hung from the only other thing the blonde wore - a silver dog collar.
As slutty and outrageous as the normally demure, timid student looked in her outfit it was her haircut that seemed to really hold her attention. For all she could remember of the 19 years of life she had possessed long, blonde hair that reached down to her bum. But earlier that afternoon, Lucy Fer, her fellow student and now Dominatrix and Mistress had demanded to cut it off (just as she had demanded that Anne shave her crotch bald). And Anne had allowed it to happen, intoxicated by the feeling of helplessness and submission.
More than anything the short, pixie cut her hair was now in indicated to her she was a new woman, a different one to the one that existed just a few days ago, before she had first encountered Lucy, ironically enough at another college party (which was where they were headed to right now).
Suddenly the reflection changed as a pretty black face appeared over Anne's shoulder, grinning sadistically as she lifted the leash and gave it a hard tug towards the bedroom door.
"Come on bitch, we got places to be and people to see!"
Lucy loved the initial resistance from Anne then the submissive acceptance of her body as she allowed the other girl to lead her, by the leash, out of Lucy's flat and down the flight of stairs to the front door, Anne glancing around nervously as they went, scared shitless someone saw them. It was cute really, thought Lucy and tugged her out into the night through the large entrance door.
Outside, the cold air hit Anne, exposed as she was, but she had no time to deal with that as Lucy continued to grip the leash and pulled Anne after her, fighting all the way with staying upright on those impossible heels. Lucy opened the door of the taxi and pulled Anne in after her. The taxi driver was an Asian, Pakistani or Indian, somewhere on the sub-continent. Lucy barked the address to him and sat back in the back seat pulling Anne back with her. Then she reached her hand down and eased it between Anne's thighs and began to play with her whilst whispering in her ear.
"Are you my slave? Yes you are. And you'll do anything I tell you, won't you? Yes, you will. Now I want you to lean forward, act as snotty as you can and tell this Paki bastard to hurry it up, we're in a hurry, and use those exact words, call him that!"
Anne was aghast. She couldn't do that. Yet the fingers rubbing at her wet clit were working their magic and the thought of the large strap on inside Lucy's handbag worked Anne's mind further and despite her misgivings she found herself doing as instructed.
"Hey! You, Paki, can you get a move on, me and my friend are in a hurry!"
The driver, who was in his late forties turned in his seat and looked with scorn at this bossy blonde racist, under his glare Anne blushed furiously, but he turned back just tutting and kept on driving. Lucy snickered in her ear.
There was no noticeable increase in speed and the driver now seemed to be paying closer attention to what was going on in the back seat, especially as Lucy had removed her hand from between Anne's thighs and was now playing with her breasts under that tiny, obscenity laden top. Lucy saw him looking and whispered to Anne.
"Ask him what he's fucking looking at and call him a nosy Paki fucker."
With her tits being squeezed Anne forced the words out.
"What the fuck are you looking at you nosy Paki Fucker?!"
"You girls! You should be ashamed, you better not be making a mess of my seats back there!"
Lucy hissed her desired reply.
"Fuck off Paki, it stinks back here anyway, bet you've had all your family back here having curry on the way to your corner shop!"
The driver drew the glass partition shut hard and ignored them for the rest of the journey at that, whilst Lucy giggled and leaned into Anne and whispered.
"Guess what blondie? I am not fucking paying for this cab, you are. Aww, what's that baby girl, you don't have your purse well that's OK because you are going to pay with your mouth. When we pull up offer to pay him by sucking the old bastard off!"
Anne was shocked at this demand and stammered.
"B-But those things I said, Jesus, he hates me, I ..."
"I know, great , eh?"
So Anne fought back the urge to cry while Lucy laughed, both at her slave's expression and the fact that Samir, the driver, was an old friend of hers that she had worked this scheme with several times before with a succession of dumb fucking bimbos, all of the being made to racially abuse him before getting down on their fucking knees and taking his cock and his cum, he loved the looks in their faces as they crumbled and this sappy bitch Lucy had this time looked about ready to break before they even got to it. Brilliant!
Anne was near hyperventilating in the back as she stewed on this. She looked at Lucy and tried to plead wordlessly, afraid to beg her having displeased her earlier that day like that. All Lucy did was take out her mobile phone and watch the film she had made of Anne earlier.
"Hi Daddy, it's..."
