Alice sat quietly in the passenger seat of Nicole's car, relieved that the first week back to school was finally over. Originally Alice was looking forward to getting back, she believed it would be a chance to escape the life she was being forced to live, a chance to try and talk with her friend Kim and hopefully bring some of sanity back into her life. To be a normal schoolgirl, not that she had much of a school life.
However she was denied her sanctuary thanks to the social media presence Susan had created for her. With access to both Nicole's and Alice's computers Susan had all of the photos Nicole had taken. Within days every girl at their schools had friended her wanting in on the reality show her life had become, per Susan's orders Alice could not deny any woman access. Not that boys also wanted in but Susan ordered, no boys allowed and for every four males accidentally let in Susan would post a rather revealing picture.
In one week, three and a half years of anonymity was replaced with infamy. All she wanted was to go back to being a wallflower, not worth mentioning not worth remembering. But after Kim and Susan convinced her to go to a party as Nicole's date all that changed. In the beginning it was fun playing the wild lesbian, to be staked by the beautiful huntress. Then Nicole told her she knew what he parents had done, that they would go to jail and they would lose everything unless she became exactly what Nicole wanted. So within the span of a few short weeks she had gone from never having a relationship of any form to a complex lesbian drama. Not only did she have a girlfriend, a very kinky girlfriend, but a number of other relationships as well. A casual relationship with a Hooters waitress who discovered she was bi while watching the little mermaid. A stripper named April who wanted to pretend to be her sister while having a supposed affair behind her girlfriend Nicole's back. All the while competing with her girlfriends bondage loving closeted ex girlfriend for Nicole's attention, which she did not want, and trying to hold off her would be dominatrix classmate Jaclyn, who Nicole insisted she mentor and string along.
"Okay, puppet safe at home," stated Nicole, pulling Alice back to reality. Due to Nicole's plans, Alice had the afternoon to herself before she had to get ready for their 'date' giving Alice a small window of what now passed as freedom.
"Remember the rules puppet, I want you looking your best for dinner tonight" stated Nicole as she turned to her captive passenger and began to slowly caress Alice's thigh.
"Yes mistress" replied Alice, playing along as best as she could.
"You have a 'play date' with Jaclyn this weekend so we will have to make the most of it," continued Nicole as she leaned in for a kiss. A kiss Alice full accepted, per her training. As Nicole reached down to release the seat belt Alice twisted to her side so Nicole could remove the handcuffs. Lifting her head and taking as deep of a breath as her corset would allow Alice pushed open the car door and slowly made her way towards the safety of her home.
However Alice's attempt to hide from the world was shattered when her neighbor asked her to stop over. Diverting across the lawn Alice made a conscious effort not have the anal plug affect her walk. No matter what Nicole thought about Miss Belmont she refused to believe that her neighbor, the woman who used to watch her, was nothing more than a peeping tom. She was one of the few people left in her life that was not caught up in the drama.
Yet, since Nicole planted the seed that her neighbor had been spying on her Alice had become nervous of Miss Belmont. She and her husband Roger had retired to Phoenix when Alice was born and thought of her as the kind old woman who kept an eye on her after school and gave her cookies.
"Yes Miss Belmont," inquired Alice as she walked through her neighbor's front door.
"Over here my dear" replied Miss Belmont, sitting in her favorite chair
Alice crossed into the carpeted living room, thankful that her shoes were no longer clicking on the stone tiles of the foyer. Stopping in front of her neighbor Alice's hand nervously began to play with the hem of her skirt.
Miss Belmont remained quiet for a few minutes studying the young woman who stood before her. Since her parents moved next door she had watched Alice grow and mature into the sexy creature before her. Going to a private school herself Miss Belmont always had a thing for school uniforms and intentionally sent her son and daughter to a private school just so she had a reason to volunteer and admire all the girls in their short skirts. Now she was once again feeding her uniform fetish, but instead of having to look through her neighbor's window she got to do it in person and if she was lucky she would get to to do much more.
"You look very lovely in your uniform my dear," stated Miss Belmont, breaking the silence.
"Thank you, Miss Belmont," replied Alice keeping the sense of formality she had with her neighbor since childhood.
"You know I also went to a private school," reminded Miss Belmont as she leaned forward, "however in those days our skirts were required to touch the floor when we knelt down or we where is serious trouble. A rule, by the looks of things is no longer enforced."
"No Miss Belmont," answered Alice nervously. While Alice had always been comfortable in short skirts she was always a little shy when it was only her being singled out.
Taking Alice's hand in hers, Miss Belmont pulled it away from the hem and laid it flat against Alice's thigh and proceeded to do the same with Alice's other hand. Tracing the tips of Alice's fingers on her hips with her nail Miss Belmont could not help but smile. It had been a long time since she had another woman under her control, longer since she had one who just reached the age of maturity.
"Although we did have go-go skirts in the 60's that were about the same length," continued Miss Belmont, "I guess it just took the schools a generation or two to catch up."
Alice was too nervous to reply and just stood before her neighbor as she caressed her hips. Miss Belmont's replacing her own hand in playing with her hem.
"However I'm not so sure about the 'O-T-H-E-R' things you do," continued Miss Belmont in a more serious tone."
Alice tried to step back as she gasped but Miss Belmont would have none of that, not when she was this close. Moving her hand as fast as she could she grabbed the top of Alice's skirt and forced her to hold her place.
"Your should consider yourself lucky, when I was your age girls were not supposed to do those things with boys and certainly not with other girls, society would not allow it. We had to live in secret, get married and raise a family." Miss Belmont thought back to her youth, the confused feelings. Back then you dare not say you thought you were different. There was no one to talk to, no information, no internet. The way she felt about the other girls in her school, to nervous to try anything for fear of it getting out. But she learned to use that to her advantage the summer after her senior year.
Jean was a shy girl from a wealthy respectable family, an only child. They were paired up during a volunteer event, Jean's parents hoping some of her partners strong character would would rub off on her. Miss Belmont took advantage of that shyness to bed the girl. From there it was easy to ensure Jean's cooperation, Jean could not let it be known that she was intimate with another girl and was unwilling to call the bluff of exposing them. So Jean spent the summer as Miss Belmont's plaything. Unfortunately neither knew anything about how a girl was supposed to please another girl. So she only kissed Jean, made Jean finger her.
How she liked that, having another woman under her control was like a drug. She liked making Jean do things and telling her how to dress. However what she discovered she liked most of all was having women worship her feet. Even after Jean, after she learned to be pleasured by another woman she continued to want to have her feet worshipped.
"Do your parents know what you are doing," inquired Miss Belmont. "What you are doing in your room with your girlfriends? I especially liked the strap-on session you had in that sexy white lingerie. That was more than innocent experimentation, would you like for that to get back to you parents."
"Oh god," gasped Alice as she placed her hands on top of Miss Belmont's but not attempting to free her grip.
