This story has taken a few turns I wasn't expecting and is getting a bit longer than I anticipated. It has been pointed out that my not numbering the chapters is making it difficult to follow as more are added. I will begin doing so, and provide the correct order for the previous chapters.
Ch. 1: Lacey makes a choice
Ch. 2: Laceys' journey begins
Ch. 3: Laceys' new world
Ch. 4: Laceys' training begins
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Jen awakened feeling more relaxed and rested than she could ever remember. It took a moment to remember why. Glancing at the floor, she saw Lacey curled up in the corner, still without clothes. The last couple days seemed like a dream. She couldn't believe it when Lacey whored herself out. As much as she despised Lacey, she was shocked at that act. That she would leave evidence of it, and that evidence would fall into her lap was beyond belief. When it had she decided she was going to have Lacey, or ruin her. She fully thought she'd have to ruin her, no way Lacey would give herself to Jen, not as completely as would be required. Here she was just a couple days later having spent the night abusing and humiliating Lacey. Then making her alternate massaging her and licking her cunt until she fell asleep. Glancing to the desk she saw Lacey had cleaned up the mess before taking her place in the corner like she had been told. A smile forming on her lips she decided it was time for Laceys' day to begin.
Having sent Lacey off to get ready for the day to come, Jen considered her feelings for Lacey. When this had begun she wanted nothing more than to make Lacey suffer. Now, having watched Lacey scurry out the door and towards the bathroom, so eager to please, she realized that while she still despised Lacey, she was becoming quite fond of her Princess. Today was the day she solidified her hold on Princess, today Princess was going to enjoy herself more than she knew was possible. The more she thought of her as Princess, the more she began looking forward to giving Princess pleasure. She was still going to cause her pain and humiliation, because she knew Lacey was still in there, but, surprise of surprises, Lacey actually enjoyed it. Today she would teach Princess to embrace it.
When Lacey came back into the room, Jen frowned at the towel wrapped around her. With a flick of her finger she summoned Lacey. Approaching slowly, Lacey stood in front of Jen. Before she could speak Jen pulled Laceys hands to her sides and removed the towel from her. Lacey stood there, nude, nipples quickly hardening despite it being warm. Realizing this her face and chest flushed in embarrassment, but she didn't move, didn't try to cover herself.
"Jen..." Lacey began.
"Mistress," Jen interrupted her. "I want you to call me mistress from now on, Princess."
Lacey wanted to protest the instruction, the name she was being given. Despite standing over Jen, Lacey knew who was in charge.
Jens eyes roamed over her body. Despite a quick flash of jealousy Jen was impressed. In spite of the abuse and sleeping on the floor, Lacey still looked amazing. Toned legs, flat stomach, large breasts that still managed to be perky, dark brown hair that looked far more luxurious than it should with nothing but a brush run through it, and a face models would be envious of. She couldn't help but compare it to herself. Wide hips and thighs on short legs, small tits and bad skin, flat brown hair that went wild in any humidity. Along with the disappointment in her looks was a realization that she could have anyone she wanted with the body standing in front of her.
Leaning foward Jen pinched one of Laceys' nipples and pulled her forward. Reaching out she began gently rubbing her finger forward and back through Laceys pussy, feeling her respond, Jen smiles.
"When we're alone you will address me as mistress, do you understand?" Jen begins circling her clit, pulling a moan from Lacey.
"Yyyes, Mistress," Lacey takes Jens shoulders to steady herself.
She can feel an orgasm building. The gentle stroking of her pussy, the pinching and twisting of her nipple were a gentle rise. When Jen started playing with her clit her orgasm would rush up on her. When she was so close she thought it was inevitable, Jen would stop, begin the gentle stroking again and lead her away from the edge.
"Oh God, please Jen, let me cum." Laceys' breathy whisper comes out.
The hands stop. Opening her eyes Lacey sees Jen looking at her, "Mistress, Mistress, please let Princess cum, Mistress." Lacey begs.
Without thinking she leans in and begins kissing Jen. Taken by surprise Jen only hesitates a moment before responding. Their tongues exploring Jen is amazed at the sweetness of Laceys' kiss, the gentle desperation. Her own body responds and lust races through her. She doesn't stop bringing Lacey to the edge and backing away, though. When she thinks Lacey can take no more, she stands and pushes her away. Lacey looks at her with glazed eyes and tries to move forward.
Holding her back, Jen tells her, "get dressed, Princess. You've got a big day ahead of you."
Lacey stares at Jen, she has to make her cum. She's not moving, Laceys hands move between her legs. She can't stay like this, she'll do it herself, she has to cum, she has been too close to many times, too long, she has to cum. Jen pulls her hands away.
"Mistress, please, please make me cum, let me do it," Lacey begs.
"You have to be a good girl, princess, and do as you're told." Jen says quietly. Stroking Laceys cheek she continues, "we've got a lot to do, beginning with getting you a collar."
Lacey gives a shudder and moves to her clothes. She's not sure if she shuddered because of the collar, or because she felt a small thrill at the idea. As she pulls her pants up they rub against her swollen clit and she lets out a moan. As she's picking up her bra she hears Jen, "leave it," letting it drop she pulls her shirt on over her head. The fabric begins rubbing her sensitive nipples, not giving them a chance to relax. Looking in the mirror she can't help but think, despite the conservative clothes, without a bra she looks slutty.
"Turn around, give me a look," Jen tells her.
Watching her spin, Jen is mesmerized by her breasts swaying and bouncing. Nipples trying to poke through her shirt. After the collar, we're definitely getting her some sexy clothes to show off that body, she thinks.
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They had taken Bobby's car. Driving into town Laceys excitement had pulled back a bit, she was no longer on the edge of cumming, she still desperately wanted to. Her nervousness was rising also, what did Jen have in mind? Pulling into a parking lot, Lacey realized they were in a plaza with a pet store.
"Let's go, Princess," Jen tells her while getting out of the car.
Hurrying so she wouldn't fall behind, Lacey feels her breasts bouncing and swaying with every movement. Looking around to see if anyone was staring she became embarrassed, yet her excitement began rising again with the embarrassment. Her nipples became harder, easily visible poking through her shirt. Her pants rubbing between her legs reminding her how much she wanted to cum.
Catching up just as Jen entered the store she walked a step behind as they approached the counter. A young woman looked up as they arrived. Lacey hoped she went unnoticed.
"I need a collar for my pet, black or white so it can match with anything and with the name Princess on it." Jen asks the girl.
"Sure, we've got a bunch. There's a machine in the corner that will burn any name you want into it, it charges by the letter." The girl says pointing towards the back of the store.
"Can you show us?" Jen asks.
"This way," the girl says, coming around the counter. Still not really paying attention.
Leading them down an aisle the girl gestures to an array of collars. After looking them over Jen picks up a white leather collar about a half inch wide. "Try this one on, Princess." She holds it out to Lacey.
Laceys' eyes shoot to the girl. The girl staring back at her in surprise and amusement. Looking her up and down, taking in her clear lack of a bra. Lacey feels her face and chest heat with humiliation.
Jen is still holding the collar out, "do you want to put it on yourself, or would you like me to put it on for you?"
Turning back to Jen, their eyes meet. Lacey understands this question isn't about a piece of leather.
"I'll put it on myself," with a slight hesitation Lacey finishes quietly, "Mistress."
Her head drops as she hears the girl laugh at her. She's dizzy with embarrassment, fear at what she had just agreed to, and as much as she hated to admit it, arousal. In a daze she hears Jen ask where the engraver is, and follows numbly as she hears the girl laughing and mumbling, "holy shit," under her breath. Before she knows it she's back at the counter, wearing her collar. Suddenly she snapped back from her confused thoughts hearing what was just asked.
With a wide smile the clerk asked, "can I have a picture with Princess? My boyfriend will never believe this."
Smiling, Jen holds out her hand for the girls phone.
Hurrying out from behind the counter the girl hands over her phone. Reaching up and hooking a finger in the collar the girl tells her, "look sexy, Princess. Use your arms to squeeze those tits together."
Without thinking Lacey does as she's told. Seeing the girl look back towards Jen, she does also. As she watches Jen flicking photos of her on this girl's phone, she feels her reach up and grab her breast. Begin playing with her nipple. It's almost too much and she lets out a whimper.
Jen lowers the phone and hands it back. "Thanks for your help, Princess and I have to get going."
Smiling the girl tells Jen, "no problem. If you need anything else I work days Wednesday to Sunday. Come in anytime."
Leading her out of the store and back across the parking lot, Jen stops her against the trunk of the car. "You enjoyed that didn't you, Princess?" Lacey can't respond. "I won't make you say it out loud, yet," Jen continues.
Reaching out, Jen begins rubbing Laceys pussy through her pants. The orgasm Lacey had been desperate for rushes up on her. She leans back against the car, unconsciously spreading her legs. Hands on the trunk holding herself up she doesn't care who might be watching, she needs to cum, she's been wanting this all morning. Panting, heart hammering in her chest, vision blurring. She's so close, just as she's about to go over the edge, Jen steps back.
"Pleeeaaasssee...Mistress, no," Lacey pleads.
"Let's go get you some new clothes, Princess," Jen tells her getting into the car.
