Cassys Awakening Ch 13

Synopsis : Two days after Stacy's graduation party, Cassy comes to terms with her new life, and is given the chance to make a decision about her future. -- Hey all! It's been a minute. I won't go into much detail about my personal life, or offer up a bunch of excuses... but suffice it to say that I'm sorry for making you all wait so long for an update. It is what it is, and while I appreciate the patience you've all shown, I know that I could have kept y'all in the loop a lot better. Any ways, I'm NOT going to leave the story hanging. It won't be yet another story floating around online incomplete - I DO have an ending in mind, and it is coming! It'll probably wrap up after a 3 parts (this being the first), and then we'll see what the future holds ;0

So, if you're still on board, let's get to it! Hope you enjoy ;)

-- This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, etc are completely made up, as is the plot. Any realistic depiction of reality, anatomy or human beings in general are entirely coincidental. ------- Chapter 13 : Cassy's Choice -------

The morning after the sorority graduation party, Jane had spoken briefly to Stacy about all that had happened between us. Obviously, there was more to discuss than a quick chat between the two might allow, and post-party duties (and some lingering hangovers) had forced the two of them to schedule a proper meeting a day later at Jane's house.

And so the three of us were now at Jane's place, sitting down in her living room, discussing the precarious topic at hand ; me.

I was sitting nervously on the couch, upright and rigid on the centre cushion. Across from me, Jane and Stacy were both seated on separate sofa chairs that Jane had pulled out from their usual place at the sides of the couch so that the two women could sit facing each other.

Jane was dressed nicely, wearing a dark blue, strapless summer dress that seemed just flirty enough to keep everyone in the room's eyes on her. Her hair was done up smartly, her dark bangs falling laser-straight across the tops of her eyes, and she'd even donned her jewellery; something she usually only did when she went into the office. Stacy, on the other hand, looked ready to attend a presidential gala. She was wearing a sparkly black dress, split up the side to reveal a long, smooth flash of leg. Her hair was wavy, tumbling playfully over her shoulders... and her pristine makeup looked professionally done. Both women looked gorgeous and commanding. If you didn't know any better, you might think they were engaged in some sort of high-stakes diplomatic event.

I suppose, to an extent, they were.

"This is a lot to take in..." Stacy shifted in her seat, running her hands down her hips to smooth the sides of her sheik dress. "Yes," Jane answered, a sly grin on her lips as she cocked an eye towards the former receptionist, "But I wanted you to know the full story... in case that little schemer over there tried to leave anything out the other night."

Both women turned their gazes towards me. Finally! I'd been sitting here for almost an hour while the two women had discussed the intimate details of my personal and professional life, yet all the while they'd had barely even acknowledged that I was in the room! Actually, come to think of it, I don't think I'd even said a word since Stacy had arrived at Jane's house!

Suddenly though, I felt even more uncomfortable with the two women staring at me than I had whilst I'd been ignored. Jane had deliberately ensured I was dressed as ostentatious as possible for this occasion. Instead of mirroring the smart, classy attire that the two women had donned, I was wearing a bimbo-tight white tank top that did nothing but announce to the room that I wasn't wearing a bra. The cheap tank top cut off at the midriff, ensuring plenty of bare skin was showing above the cheap, pink, tight mini skirt that clung two sizes too tight to my hips. Naturally, I wasn't wearing underwear, though a pair of garters strapped around my thighs held up a humiliating set of fishnet stockings that ended just above my high heel stiletto shoes. I could feel the couch cushion on my bare ass, and it made me feel cheap and slutty, no doubt exactly as Jane had intended.

If that wasn't enough, my leather collar hung from my neck ; the metal "BITCH" pendant proudly displayed against my bare collarbone.

The fact was that this was HARDLY a conversation between three people. Our respective outfits more than revealed who was in important here - and who was not.

"Cass told me most of the story. Almost everything you've told me matches, word for word," Stacy spoke directly to Jane, ignoring me, "She left out some of the more... embarrassing details... but I suppose that's understandable." Jane pursed her lips, and gave a quick shake of her head. "Unfortunately, it's not understandable at all," Jane said, "Cassy was given strict instructions to be completely honest with you. She knows that she was not supposed to leave anything out - including details she might feel paint her in a negative light!"

I felt my ass sink deeper into the cushion beneath me, and my cheeks flushed red at the condescending tone in Jane's voice. After I'd succumbed to my urges and slept with Stacy at the party, I'd been obligated to reveal the truth about my relationship with Jane in all of its sordid detail. Despite Jane's implication to the contrary, I really HAD done my best to tell Stacy everything! Hadn't I?

Jane was being so unfair! She was setting out to humiliate me as much as possible. First, there was this outfit... and then she'd ORDERED me not to speak when Stacy arrived. She'd forced me to remain silent as she'd recounted - in explicit, uncensored detail - the story of how she'd caught wind of my illicit deeds at Illuminate Media and used her knowledge of them to subdue me into what she'd referred to as her 'Trained Fuck-Pet'. She'd cut NOTHING out, referring to me as her "bitch" and "play toy" in front of Stacy without hesitation. She'd retold the story of how she'd first fucked me in the office, and how I'd tried to resist her at first, and how I'd come crawling back, begging for her to take me back- The way Jane described me, I sounded like I was simply over the moon to be her subby little pet! She made it sound like my mind absolutely CRAVED her training - like I was becoming nothing more than a empty headed bimbo!

Surely, Stacy saw through this absurdity! Stacy was smart - much smarter than I'd once given her credit for! Plus, Stacy had feelings for me! She'd confessed as much during the night we'd hooked up!

I was confident she'd bring some sanity back into my situation.

"I'm not all that surprised she got herself into this situation, honestly," Jane said, once more speaking to Stacy about me as if I wasn't present in the room, "When I'd first started at Illuminate, I'd gotten the feeling that her big-brains and business savvy were a cover for something much deeper. I've reviewed her professional work ; it's horribly obvious she's barely fit to sign her own name, let alone crunch numbers in a professional setting!" I blushed red, annoyed at the insults pouring from Jane's mouth. At least Stacy wouldn't let THIS stand. She had respected me when I had been her boss - I was sure of it!

But Stacy's response did not fill me with confidence. "When Cassandra was my boss, the interns and I used to call her the Business-Bimbo behind her back," Stacy laughed, "I swear, half of our job was editing her reports and polishing her crummy quarterly filings. She'd make us make sure she looked good, and we did, but it was obvious there wasn't much going on in her head." I grit my teeth, shocked and hurt by Stacy's words. How DARE she chastise me like this, especially after the wonderful night we'd spent together! Was she out of her mind, or was she simply placating Jane?!

"As for the OTHER stuff," Stacy said, biting her lip at the thought of some of the more depraved behaviour I'd partaken in, "I have to say - I've also always suspected there was quite the little slut under those power-suits...." My mouth nearly fell open.

Was - was Stacy actually accepting what Jane was telling her?

"It's much more than that," Jane said, reclining in her chair, "She's not just slutty - she craves the humiliation. She loves submitting herself to the most depraved situations imaginable, even if she's only recently started to realize the truth about herself." Lies! All of the words coming out of Jane's mouth were lies! "It's taken a lot of training, but she's finally truly realizing that she loves submitting herself to the most depraved situations imaginable," Jane said, "She's truly at her happiest when her mind is empty and her body is simply being used as a tool to please her betters."

Okay - I'd hit my limit! I would get into serious trouble for speaking up right now, but Jane had left me no choice.

"Stacy, that's not true!" I spat out suddenly, feeling my cheeks redden in frustration, "You can't possibly believe any of this!" I squirmed in my seat, expecting my insolence to trigger a harsh response from Jane.

But Jane simply continued to recline in her seat, cool-as-a-cucumber.

"Look at how well behaved she is without even thinking about it," Jane motioned to me. "Cassy has been trained to present herself for her Mistress," she said, "Through a combination of punishment and reward, and now she instinctively knows to keep her slutty body on display. She knows to open up her legs for easy access, and to keep those juicy tits front and centre for her betters to ogle."

My head snapped down to look at myself as Jane gestured her hand as if to show off my body. Oh, FUCK! How had I not realized the way I'd been sitting?!

My hips were rolled back to let my knees fall wide open over the edge of my seat. My dangerously short skirt already offered no concealment, and had further ridden up my naked hips on the couch. With no panties on to cover my poor cunt, I was completely bare and exposed in front of both Jane and Stacy. My pink pussy lips were sparkling under the light of the living room!

And my tits - oh, God - My back was arched, straining the already taught fabric of my tank top to the limit. The top hem of the garment had been stretched low enough down across my breasts that the pink tops of my areolas were visible. Below that, the overstretched material was nearly transparent, and my two pierced nipples nearly cut through it.

I looked like I was TRYING to expose myself to the two girls!

"With your help, Stacy, she could become even MORE obedient," Jane said, "She could be trained into the proper little Pet that she's always been meant to be. Imagine, her slutty mind working over time to fulfill every command it's given, without question!"

I was still transfixed on my body. How long had I been sitting like this? Why hadn't anybody commented on it?! Had Stacy and Jane been staring at my naked, smooth pussy the whole time they'd been talking?! Of COURSE they had, I realized! Every glance they'd given me had come with a knowing smirk. They'd been watching my little cunt quiver this whole time!

I snapped my legs closed, realizing how my instinctive slutty behaviour had just reinforced Jane's point completely. I snapped my hands up to cover my nipples, hunching over in horror.

"N- no-" I stuttered, my cheeks burning as Jane held back a laugh, "I - I hadn't realized! It's this damn outfit - it's so uncomfortable-"

Stacy bit her lip, clearly stifling a laugh as well. "Is it really just your outfit? And here I just thought you were excited to see me," she said, and let out a giggle. My eyes went wide with disbelief.

"No!" I blurted out, "I mean - of course I was excited to see you - but- but - I didn't mean to - to expose my-" Jane looked delighted as I fell apart before her. The smug look on her face infuriated me.

No! I couldn't let this stand. Stacy couldn't be accepting all of this so readily! The two women couldn't continue to discuss me like an object, or a pet, while I sat quietly and listened! Jane would no doubt punish me severely later, but I knew I had to seize this moment to keep things from spiralling out of control. Stacy was my last hope at maintaining what left of my sanity! If I was going to to save myself from a descent into something I could never return from, it was now or never!

"Stacy, you know me better than this," I pleaded, ignoring my Mistress and focusing all of my attention onto my former receptionist, "I know I'm not what I once pretended to be... and it's true, I've got myself into a mess that there's no way out of. But I have no choice!" I leaned forward, finally mentally pushing through Jane's influence to speak my mind! "I know you care about me," I said, "And I know you once respected me! You even said you loved me! You don't need to see me like this, or be a part of any of this nonsense!" I bit my lip, hoping I'd formulated my hastily developed thoughts into something coherent. After so many weeks under Jane's heel, I wasn't exactly used to explaining things out loud... and I found myself struggling to even figure out WHAT I was trying to say before I said it.

Finally, Jane raised her hand to silence me, and this time, I knew it was time to obey my Mistress. My mouth snapped shut without a second thought.

Fine. So be it. I'd said what I needed to say, and I was confident I'd gotten my point across. Stacy had to know I was NOT as lost as Jane implied! I was NOT some hopeless Bimbo! My mind was NOT succumbing to her training and I was NOT going to let myself slip any further down into this depravity!

"Well, you heard it from the source," Jane said, surprising me with her calmness. I'd half expected my absolute heinous act of defiance to cause her to leap out of her chair and fly into a rage. But she didn't budge a muscle.

"What do you think, Stacy?" Jane said, "Cassy seems to know best for you, just like she always did when she was your boss!"

I pursed my lips, sneering at Jane. It didn't matter HOW Jane tried to spin this. I'd already won! I knew Stacy could never take my reigns in the same way Jane had! She would be my savior! After the passionate night we'd shared - I knew she'd never accept me as some slobbering slut! She couldn't want me like that!

Stacy was silent, leaning forward in her own chair.

"It's up to you, Stacy," Jane said, "You can see what she is. You can make the call as to what you think she deserves. If you want to date Cassandra Riley, you can have her. You can braid each other's hair, kiss on the front porch, and snuggle up like besties..."

I bit my lip, glancing back to Stacy with eagerness in my eyes. The silence in the room lingered for almost a full minute before Stacy finally said something.

"No," Stacy finally responded, leaning forward in her chair. Her voice had been calm, and measured. My breath caught in my throat. "What?" I replied, feeling like the floor had just collapsed underneath me, "What do you mean, NO?!" "No more speaking, Cassy," Stacy interrupted me, her crimson lips spreading slowly into a thin grin.

Oh, fuck. Goosebumps bubbled up the length of my arm, and I felt a foreboding energy sweep through the room.

"You're right," Stacy said, turning to Jane, "I've always known what Cassy was, deep down. She's delusional if she thinks I'd pass up an opportunity like this!" My cheeks went white.

"Stacy, are you insane?" I blurted out, "What are you-" "Cassy," Stacy straightened in her chair, chilling her voice down into a sudden authoritarian tone I'd not yet experienced, "If you speak again without being ordered to, you WILL be punished."

My mouth dropped open, ready to protest again. This time, no sound came out.

"I do love you, Cassy," Stacy said, "But - I love you exactly as you are. I would never want to force you to deny your true self! You don't deserve my respect, and you don't even want it, do you?! You can't argue that this is what you are, or where you belong, can you?!" I whimpered in disbelief, looking to Jane as if somehow, my Mistress might leap in to aid me. But Jane simply sad idly back in her chair, smiling.

"Cassy, look at how you're sitting again," Stacy said, a pitiful yet knowing look washing over her face. I looked down at myself once more, feeling my cheeks fire up in a blush again. "Hardly the pose of a respectable business woman, is it?" She quipped.

Once more, my legs had parted, and my back was arched back into the position it had been earlier. My tits were thrust out and my pink, tender pussy lips were even more on display than they had been earlier.

Somehow I had reverted to this lewd position without even realizing what I'd done.

"Don't move," Stacy said as I moved to re-close my legs once more, "Keep them open. We both know you enjoying showing off. I can see how wet you are, Cass." My cheeks glowed, but I begrudgingly kept my knees wide open.

How the hell was this happening?! I mean - Stacy was right, I was soaked between my legs! My poor pussy was practically drooling, and my thighs sparkled from the sticky dampness!

"Cassy, I've ALWAYS wanted you like this," Stacy said, "And I think, if you're honest with yourself, you'll agree it's where you belong, and what you want, too."

I now knew was doomed. This was it ; the final nail in my coffin. If Stacy was on board with Jane's designs over me, there would be no way I'd be able to resist. The worst part was... I was worried Stacy was right. Deep down, I tingled at the thought of Stacy owning me. It was the same tingling sensation I received when I thought about Jane's dominance over me.

"I- uh-" I began, my cheeks burning and my skin tingling, "I... I don't... I can't..." "Speak properly to your betters, Slut!" Jane said suddenly, leaning up from her chair sharply, "You've been trained properly - so let's hear it!" I swallowed nervously.

"I... um..." I blushed, staring up at Stacy in shame and humiliation. Stacy's eyes were so bright and beautiful. Her lips were vibrant and kissable, her hair the colour of the sun. Fuck! She was right, and we both knew it. I needed to lie. Didn't I? I couldn't just admit to what she was telling me, even if it was true! I opened my mouth to contradict everything Stacy had just said, but my lips moved on their own accord. "I - I - I am eager to obey your command... ma'am..." I blurted out without a second thought.

"Good girl," Stacy said, perfectly stepping into her role, "But Cassy, I don't want to stare at your tits through a shirt. Can you take off your top for me?" "Call her Slut," Jane said to Stacy, "She likes that - and responds to it - better. And don't be afraid to be forceful ; she knows to obey your commands without question." My cheeks burned. "Sorry, Cass," Stacy said, "What I meant to say was : Slut, take off your top, and show me your tits! Now!"

I winced in humiliation. No. I couldn't do this! There was absolutely NO WAY I was going to comply!

"Yes, ma'am..." I said to Stacy, "Of course, ma'am... whatever you say..." My body was already responding to Stacy's order before I'd even stopped speaking. As I'd been trained to do, I slid the bottom of my top of first, teasingly revealing the underside of my throbbing tits. It was like my mind was possessed, and completely out of my own control. I was horny, and my nipples showed it. They caught on the thin fabric as I slid the top up, snapping back with a bounce as my shirt flipped up over my head. I tossed the cheap tank top onto the floor, and thrust out my naked breasts out for Stacy and Jane to ogle.

"She should thank me," Stacy turned to Jane, and the two shared a nod of agreement. "Slut?" Jane said, "You heard her." "I - uh - thank you, Stacy." I said plainly.

Stacy cleared her throat. "Say it RIGHT!" she said. Her voice was cold and compelling, yet loving. She was truly enjoying this. Fuck.