I could hardly concentrate at school all day thinking about Stacy, and what she had in store for me at 4pm. I got home at my normal time, and quickly showered, and put on my sexiest outfit. I thought I looked hot - short skirt barely covering my tight ass, and a silk blouse buttoned halfway down with a tube top underneath. I decided to wear my favorite thong, and to complete the look my 3-inch high heels.
I arrived at Stacy's right on time at 4pm, but I noticed my new friend had a different look about her. I said hello, but she said nothing as she closed the door. She was looking me over when I was shocked to hear her scold me with "Who told you to dress like a slut?"
I tried to speak, but was met with a slap across my face. I tried to speak again, and was grabbed by my hair. Stacy screamed "You will speak when I tell you too, and you will call me mistress from now on! Do you understand slut?!"
"Yes." I whimpered.
Stacy slapped my face again, and said "Do you understand? You will call me mistress, and youβre my slut!! "
My face was now red, and I was stunned by her actions, but I managed to say "Yes, mistress."