Doing a slow jog home, Kate saw Lily's father in his driveway. She stopped, asking how Lily was doing. He stared at her, and she shrugged. The neighbor was unsure of what to say, considering Kate was the only one untouched from the party while everyone else, including Lily, were hospitalized.
"I get you forced her to be my friend, for whatever reason you two had, but as a note, teen girls don't like being forced to be friends with those they don't know."
"You were the only one not attacked."
"I wasn't because I wasn't there. They didn't want me there, none of them did and made it clear. So, I left. If you're concerned, I was in my front yard when the police estimate the attack occurred."
He slumped a bit, his anger going to confusion.
"Sorry, Kate, I'm just out of sorts. She was not only attacked, had a broken wrist, and twisted ankle, but, well, we always thought of her as a good girl. Now we find she does drugs, drinks, and whores herself. I'm not angry with you, I'm angry at everything else."
She reached out, taking his forearm in her hand. His eyes lit up at the touch.
"You do have a good girl in Lily. High school is full of cliques and peer pressure at every angle. She simply caved in. Keep the aspirin and booze out of the house so she can't do either. She'll settle down."
"We have wine and stuff all over the house. She doesn't use it."
"So, no late-night sneaking in a few gulps before adding some water to keep the bottle level up? Or simply hiding a bottle in her room where you don't see or remember what you had?" Kate lightly caressed the arm, "I was simply suggesting you keep the temptation out of the way. How you handle this is up to both of you."
He felt his anxiety leave, replaced with calm pleasure. Whatever this teen was doing, she seemed to have a calming effect on him, an effect he didn't want to stop.
It did, Kate smiling as she waved, turning to leave for home, Francis Stoop standing by the garage, watching her leave with some disappointment. He sighed, going inside to see where the key to the liquor cabinet went.
Kate was home that night when the slaves returned from their Vegas trip, slut and pervert kneeling while talking to Mistress about how they were treated, how they loved the experience, and how they desired to obey Mistress and serve her for being such a fantastic Mistress. They met a few who dominated but the slaves seemed disappointed in the other's approach. They loved Mistress's approach to make them obey, to serve, to enjoy the humiliation and punishments Mistress gave them.
After they unpacked, they went to clean while Janet sat in a chair across from Kate, the teen girl finally looking at the older woman. Janet smiled.
"Will Mistress want me to sit here to talk about the trip or would Mistress prefer this slave to strip, kneel, and give Mistress details?"
"Obviously, you meeting all those dominates has spoiled you."
Janet smiled as she unbuttoned her top.
"Mistress may need to remove that spoiled trait, if Mistress desires."
Kate watched as the professional dominatrix slowly stripped, kneeling, and crawling over to where Mistress Kate sat, kissing Kate's knee before kneeling up right, palms out in classic slave pose, her body showing arousal as she looked at the Mistress who captured her heart and lust.
She gave great details of what they did, how the other two were used and kept bound most of the time. There was a dining room reserved for the ones at the convention and the two spent the meals serving and kneeling while waiting for orders. Everyone saw them, yet it was natural as all the other slaves were doing the same thing so neither of Mistress's slaves did anything embarrassing such as hesitating to obey or worse, refused to obey. They only wore clothes when outside the floors the hotel set for them although she usually led them on leashes of fishing line tied from their devices to her belt.
Kate looked at the kneeling dominatrix, Janet's body looking aroused as Janet looked at her Mistress, desperately hoping to spend the night here. Hoping to be able to show how needy she was without an orgasm while thoughts of Mistress always kept her aroused during the convention. Janet had no thoughts of why, only that this was true.
Janet did spend the night but bound in the guest room where the other slaves were bound, Janet not arguing or demanding special treatment, aware that never boded well for the one making the demand. Mistress made it only worse for the slave to the point even pervert knew to not ask for relief of being milked. What caught Janet's attention long ago was the creative punishments Mistress used.
Such as binding the couple to the metal frame in the garage, removing their chastity belts, and dropping a bag over their heads. Then she rubbed their groins, asses, and torsos with fiberglass insulation, making them both squirm as they tried to relieve the itches of their bodies. An hour later Mistress came out to rub heating ointment on the sensitive spots, dick and clit seeming to be on fire within moments, again the couple not able to get relief as they suffered for what Mistress considered to be a bad attitude. Janet was aware the mere mention of insulation would make both toe the line with gusto, so the punishment worked.
The next morning, Janet was released, allowed to release the other two slaves, and told to assist them with breakfast. They were hungry but made the meal for Mistress, waiting patiently for approval to have the scraps. Or be told to dump them, depending on Kate's mood. They got to eat the scraps.
Mistress went for another run, meeting up with Tiffany who was all for not running, just going inside to be used by her run mate. Miss Kate wanted to run so they did, Tiffany wanting her to come inside after the run, but Miss Kate said she was busy with the rest of the household and simply left. The art student went in search of the fake cock and wore out the batteries again, relief still eluding her. She was almost crying as she wondered how to have Miss Kate pay more attention to her.
Francis Stoop was again in his driveway, making Kate smile as she approached the house. He seemed to have a reason to be there whenever she might run by, even delaying going to work in hopes she stopped to talk to him.
