Can I hypnotise Wendy not to be submissive? This is something that does not seem right, trying to "normalise" someone. Anyway I like her as a slave but also as a friend. Surely it is possible for her to be both. I just had to work out a way.
In the meantime I will make the best of my slave who is currently wearing nothing but clothes pegs on her nipples and pussy. "Pour me a gin and tonic, take it into the bedroom and wait on your knees, holding the glass in front of you in both hands until I come in."
She left for the kitchen and I went to the bathroom to prepare for bed. When I had finished I went into the bedroom to find Wendy kneeling holding the glass in front of her. I went to my dressing table, brushed my hair, filed my nails and generally wasted time while she struggled holding the glass. Naked, I walked to her and took the gin.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I parted my legs, sipped my drink and pulled Wendy to me by her beautiful blond hair. "Eat my cunt." I ordered. Sure enough she was in and treating my pussy to a wonderful encounter. I leaned back on my elbows and carried on sipping my drink.
"Enough, go and get yourself ready for bed, do not remove the pegs. She went off to the bathroom, I found a nightie and got into bed. Wendy returned, I checked the pegs giving each one a wiggle, causing her to pull a face with the pain. Once the pegs were all secure I had Wendy turn round and I fastened her wrists together.
"You will be going home at six in the morning to get ready for college, I will check you over to ensure you have not dislodged any pegs. For each peg that is not in the correct place will result in that place being smacked ten times with a ruler. This will take place after college tomorrow, I may have the boys witness this." With her arms fastened behind her she could not reattach any that came off.
I slept well, I was shattered, I don't know how Wendy slept with her hands tied and the pain of the pegs but that was her problem. I had set the alarm for six and had to drag myself from the arms of Morpheus. Wendy was awake. "Oh dear, you seem to have lost some pegs, both tits are pegless," I used a Sharpie to put a cross on each nipple, after I had given them a good squeeze.
Her pussy was displaying two of the three pegs, the one on her clit was just hanging on. She waggled her hips and it fell off, she laughed.
"Oh dear," she said laughing. I put a cross on her labia and another on her clit area with a times two next to it for her cheek.
"Get dressed and fuck off," I said. Dismissing her and getting back in bed.
It should be interesting at college today. Wendy, who had constant reminders of her position by the pain in her tits and pussy, needs to be my friend rather than chattel. The boys with pink bows around their balls and only vague memories of the weekend.
Wendy gave me a shy look but in the main acted normally, as a friend. At lunch time Wendy and I went to the ladies toilet waiting for Len and Scot who arrived looking slightly disoriented. Three other girls were present and were about to say something when the boys dropping their trousers stopped them.
"Good lads things come to a climax now." On the word climax they both glazed over as memories of the weekend hit them. Both cocks elevated, Wendy and I knelt down and untied the bows. As we walked out they were realising where they were. "Nice cocks you've got," I said before closing the door. The boys froze again as memories flooded back.
"What did you do to us?" asked Scott.
"Tell us what happened after we left," I demanded,
"I could remember fucking Wendy doggy style, how could I have forgotten that? It was magic then it went. Forgotten, how? I pulled my pants up quick but not before I had an admiring glance from one of the girls. We ran out as fast as we could."
