Theresa was sweaty and exhausted she has just finished licking the glass dildo which she had serviced Mistress Shelley with. She put it back on the glass shelf next to the other sex toys. "Hurry Slave!" Mistress Shelley's voice boomed. "Remove my shoes and give me a long foot massage" Theresa got down on her knees at the end of the huge four poster bed and obeyed. Theresa was familiar with the bed she had been tied to it many times in many different ways. She hoped to get it right; her ass was still red and sore from the spanking she received from being late today. As she undid Mistresses 6 inch stilettos she thought about how she got to be here as the sex slave of this large blond woman who used and abused her.
It began almost four weeks before when Theresa went before her financial aid officer at college. Her expected grant for this semester hadn't come through. The thing was to be eligible she had to maintain at least a 3.0 grade average and she was falling short as of late.
Theresa was prepared to do a little begging if needed. She made sure to dress for the occasion. She wore a tight strappy top revealing quite a bit of her flat toned midriff, a tight pair of hip hugging jeans and open toed high heels. She was a small petite girl at 5'4", she had a thin yet shapely body. She had reddish brown hair with blond streaks (still unsure of what color to go with) she wore it down today, though usually it was pulled back. She had a very pretty angular face with striking green eyes.
Theresa was a late bloomer, in high school she had braces, acne, thick glasses and the social status that goes with those stats. Her senior year her skin cleared up and her figure blossomed. This last year she had grown into womanhood discovering the attention of men that had so eluded her before. She had also discovered men to be much more agreeable when she dressed revealingly along with a wink and a smile she often got her way.
She was finally called in to her appointment and to Theresa's surprise at the desk sat a woman. Ms. Driver the plaque on the desk read. She looked to be in her early forties. She had styled bleach blonde hair and very full lips bright red with lipstick. She was a larger woman not really obese, but very tall and very curvy with full breasts and behind. She wore a tight silk blouse showing just a bit of cleavage and a rather tight skirt.
"It looks like you're in a bit of a situation Ms Reynolds" Ms. Driver started.
Theresa pleaded her case. If she could just have a few more weeks, she could pay off her tuition in installments she argued. She had a job as a waitress at a local strip club and the tips were good enough for her to rent an apartment off campus. It was to no avail, as Ms. Driver told her bills are due when they're due and tuition was higher for a student with her low grades then it was for someone in the grant program she was in.
Theresa began crying, she didn't want to go back to the rural town she grew up in. "That fucking bitch" she thought to herself. She was about to leave when Ms Driver got up and came over by her to comfort her. "There, there dear" she said as she rubbed her arm. "There may be something I can do There might be an arrangement we can work out so you can pay your bills and stay in school, but it's a long shot"
Theresa felt her eyes on her looking her up and down she noticed Ms Driver's hard nipples through the silk blouse she wore. Her own nipples were quite erect as it was a warm day and the AC was on. Ms Driver scribbled something down on a business card and gave it to her. It was the address of a local bar. "Can you meet me later here tonight? I think we can work something out hon. By the way my names Shelley"
Theresa went to the bar a few hours later. It was a small out of the way place on the edge of the campus. She was a bit early so she had a couple drinks to take the edge off. She didn't know what Shelley wanted but had the feeling it was something shady by the way she had looked at her. She was a bit buzzed when Shelly arrived. "Sorry dear I had some loose ends I had to take care of, literally" They talked for awhile over a few drinks. Theresa told her about herself, school and her job. Shelley was very interested in her job at the Golddust Lounge. Theresa was just a waitress there; she wore a skimpy outfit but kept her clothes on. "Do the men grope and harass you?" she asked. "How does that make you feel?"
