Chapter 05
Longer posts seem to generate a more positive reception, so here is another double dose. This is nonconsensual, you know. Don't blame the Master for his actions. I gave him permission. =)
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Sydney managed to get a little more sleep, but was far from rested when she awoke a few hours later. When she turned slightly, the pain on her ass and thighs made her jerk and nearly cry out. She reached up to toss her hair aside, and felt the dangling earrings that marked her as a SLUT, and she reached down to tug lightly on the necklace. She had to find a way out of this trap, she thought.
She had to take another shower, not only to clean her groin area again, and to put conditioner on her hair, but to shave her triangle above her pussy. She could not risk angering Master. Using her razor, the triangle was gone in just a few strokes. She continued to shave all the stubble that had grown in the past day. She knew she was stimulating her pussy, but the shower washed away the evidence. At last it was done, and turning the water to ice cold, she managed to turn off her juicing cunt.
As she dried herself, she knew it would be nearly impossible to hide the SLUT charms indefinitely. The earrings were hidden by her hair, but she could not continue to wear high button shirts and sweaters. She experimented and by turning the necklace around, leaving only the silver chain showing, made it possible to temporarily hide the damning letters SLUT.
Kira was eating breakfast, toast, cereal and a banana, when Sydney walked into the kitchen fresh from the shower at 9 a.m. Even though nothing had happened last night, she still felt a little awkward. The dream was still fresh in her mind and she was having a hard time being in the same room. And she had to remember not to fling her hair, as she often did, for that would surely reveal the earrings.
It was Sunday morning so she was just wearing her thin robe for now. After breakfast she would get dressed. She had to walk back to her Master's place at 1:00 to do the other photo shoot and hopefully get some more files back. Last night before he brought her home, she had him put some of her homework back on.
"Hey, girl, did you get a good night sleep?" Kira asked and bit into her toast with butter.
"Uhh, yeah, I guess," she answered. Feeling her cheeks flush, she went to the fridge to hide her face.
Kira lazily chewed and watched her roommate with knowing eyes. "Did you have any good dreams?" she asked, a grin forming on the corners of her mouth.
Sydney felt a chill go down her spine and her breath caught in her throat. Why was she asking about dreams? She had to calm her nerves before answering; it had to be a coincidence. She took a deep breath and said, "Dreams, I can never remember my dreams. Why do you ask?"
"That's too bad because by the sounds of it you were having a doozy of a dream."
Syd almost dropped the milk jug she was holding."Wwhat do you mean?" Her voice was cracking and she wanted to leave.
"Well, I heard you moan real loud and then you were talking. I could be wrong but it sounded like...well, it sounded like you were screaming my name and a few...other things. Were you dreaming about me, Syd?" She picked up her banana and bit into it.
Although Sydney was uncomfortable, she was trying to act like it was another normal day, so she brought the milk and a box of cereal to the table. Trying to act nonchalant, she shrugged. "Don't think so. Why would I dream about you?"
"Wellllll, I don't know, but you went right straight to the bathroom afterward."
Sydney busied herself with her cereal and didn't answer.
"So, how is your ahhh rash?"
She knows, Sydney thought. How could she know though? Again trying to be nonchalant she answered, "It's fine thanks."
"I'll rub some more aloe on it for you."
"Oh, ah, thanks but I'm all set."
Kira reached across the table and put her hand on Syd's arm. "Look, I don't want that rash getting infected or anything, so after we eat we are going to go put some more cream on. Okay?"
Sydney nodded, lowered her head and quickly ate her cereal. Ten minutes later the two roommates walked into Sydney's room. "Kira, this really is unnecessary, it's pretty much all healed anyway."
"You just get over there and assume the position. I'll decide whether it's healed or not." Kira ordered as she grabbed the jar of aloe and walked back to the bed.
Sydney laid on the bed face down again and pulled up the bottom of her robe just to the bottom of her buttocks. Kira stood behind her for a few seconds then reached down, grabbed the bottom hem of the robe and yanked it half way up her back. "Let's not be modest now, I've already seen all your girlie bits."
Once again Sydney felt her cheeks flush. Kira started applying the cream again, but this time she began on her butt and used both hands. It was as if she was massaging her ass, rubbing all over and deep into the crack. She pushed her thumbs down between her roommate's legs on either side of her pussy, not touching it but so close.
Sydney was holding her breath the entire time, wanting so bad for her friend to touch her there, but also terrified that she would. Kira lingered a little too long on her friend's ass, before moving down the thighs, rubbing in the ointment along the way. The welts seemed to be going down quite nicely.
Finally, after several minutes of sensuous rubbing, she declared that she was done and left the room. Sydney was so turned on and when she sat up she realized that the air was thick with her smell. Kira must have been able to smell it, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
She walked to the chair next to her desk and picked up the box, wondering what she would have to wear to the photo shoot. Opening the box and setting aside the tissue paper, her heart skipped a beat. Clearly, it was a bikini, but not one she would ever wear. She had toyed with getting a microkini, but this was only a few red strings. She lifted them from the box, and for a moment had no idea which was the top, and which was the bottom. She turned and twisted the strings, trying to figure it out. Had there been a triangle or two, to cover her breasts and crotch, she would have known, but these were just strings. Eventually she managed to connect and tie the strings and guessed this had to be right.
But how could she ever appear before Master dressed like this! She thought this was worse than being naked, because wearing these strings clearly drew the focus towards her most intimate parts. She checked herself in the mirror and gasped.
She put on some jeans and a blouse, dark enough to cover the red strings that made the top of the bikini. With the necklace turned around and her hair covering her earrings, this was the best she could do under the circumstances. He had not mentioned heels, so she put on her flowery tennies that made her happy.
