Angela
"Angela? What are you doing here?" Hollie asked. The initial shock from being suddenly confronted by the girl was wearing off. This student recognised her slave collar in school, and took advantage in an embarrassing way. Her father was in the master and slave scene, which explained why the young girl recognised the slave collar.
"He's your father downstairs isn't he," Hollie stated. She was still disconcerted to find the girl here. Hollie just hoped the father hadn't said too much, as it would be embarrassing for a student to know what she had been up to.
"Good, you're starting to get it," Angela smiled. The woman obviously didn't know how hard she had worked for this. Father wanted her to connect with Roger, and she wanted to please him. Besides that, it would look good in university being on the arm of a handsome hunk.
"You must be going out with a friend of my fathers," Angela deviously said.
"It's something like that. I need to get back to the apartment, for some things. Can you give me a ride?" Hollie asked.
Her heart was pounding from being so close to escape so quickly. With this girls help she could get back to Rogers place, and steal the money he kept. No, it wasn't stealing it was her money, from when he closed her bank accounts. Taking some extra, until she could pay him back could be justified.
Angela new the address Hollie wanted a lift to, as she had visited the house with her parents. She wondered why the woman wanted to go there and not her own apartment; she would have to store that question away for awhile.
"What about those chains, wouldn't it be better to remove them first?" Angela sweetly asked.
"Yes, if they can be, that would be great," Hollie smiled back. Her head soared with a sense of release. She wanted to hug the girl, from being so overflowing with relief.
"Do you have a key?" Angela asked.
"I think your father has it. He has a package of things from, err, the friend. Can you get it?" Hollie told her, not daring to mention Roger's name. The girl probably didn't know about the two of them, and it was best to keep it that way.
"Sorry, he would have put things like that in the safe. These chains are a full Sirik. They can be undone without a key, if I remember correctly," Angela thought out loud. "Not sure about the other set of chains. Aren't they uncomfortable?" Angela asked, sounding concerned.
Roger had put both sets of chains on her, emphasising the lowly status of slave.
"I guess I'm used to them. They can be hidden under a dress, unlike the Sirik. If you can get the Sirik off, that would be great!" Hollie enthused, and blushed brightly. It was uncomfortable discussing with a young girl the chains connected to her nipples and sex.
The Sirik was attached to her slave collar, with two chains running down to wrist cuffs, and on down to ankle cuffs. It meant she couldn't run very fast, or pick things up very easily.
To save her blushes she concentrated on escaping. She couldn't wait to get out of the house to somewhere safe. She would have to break a window to get back into Rogers place, but she knew where the money was hidden. The plan was simply to get as far away as possible.
"You will need to remove the dress for me to get a good look at the chains. Sorry," Angela demurely suggested.
Hollie hesitated undressing in front of a student. She remembered being practically naked before the whole student year at the party. It seemed such a long time ago, though it still heated her up, just thinking about it.
"I guess its necessary, so as to get these dreadful chains off," Hollie smiled weakly, and shrugged.
Hollie lifted the dress over her head, and folded it neatly before laying it on a chair. She carefully covered her breasts, and stood awkwardly with one leg in front of the other, to cover her crotch. The chains disappeared into the top of her panties, obviously connecting to the large piercing rings showing through.
The full force of how low she had sunk was bearing down upon her. She could only bear it because the girl was used to seeing slave chains. It took the sting out of the embarrassment of revealing her debauchery with Roger.
Angela was looking away, trying to give her some privacy.
"May I take a closer look at the chains?" Angela discreetly asked, while faking her embarrassment.
"OK. If you can get them off I'd be very grateful," Hollie softly replied.
Angela wanted to ask how grateful. Would she be an orgasm inducing, pussy licking grateful, or just a heavy petting session grateful? She instead took a hold of the Sirik chain at the collar, running her fingers over it.
"In case the key is lost, this Sirik can be removed. The links at wrists and ankles need manipulating, that's all," Angela lightly announced. "Oops. Sorry!" Angela added. She realised she had pulled the other chains too hard, on seeing it pulling her teachers lips apart.
Hollie cringed at the feel of the chain running over her bud, and pulling on her lips. It brought back the time in school when the girl played with her. It had been mortifying to become worked up by this young girl. She had been so powerless in her hands then, it should have been a warning to her now.
"This chain can be removed with the collar," Angela informed her.
"The collar as well? That's great. Can you do it for me?" Hollie asked.
"Yes, I think so. Shall we give it a try?" Angela brightly asked.
Hollie wanted to shout at the stupid girl to get on with it. Being so close to freedom was frustrating, as she had to suppress any show of excitement. She didn't want Angela to become suspicious and consult the father, as he would prevent her escaping.
"It's no good. It's designed to only be undone when the Sirik is fastened tight. I guess it's that way so the slave can't get it off by themselves. It's a clever design," Angela was saying.
Hollie shut her up, not wanting to hear a long explanation.
"OK! Just tell me what I have to do!" Hollie impatiently stated. She was now determined to get the damn restricting chains of slavery removed, whatever it took. It would make it possible to get to Rogers apartment, especially if she had to hitch a ride.
"If you get on the floor it will be easier," Angela told her.
Hollie was used to being on the floor, and didn't give it much thought. She only just refrained from making her slave pose, which would have been highly embarrassing. She sat on the carpet while Angela fiddled with the Sirik chains. There wasn't a need to hurry, but the thought of being so close to freedom was electric, making her impatient.
"What are you doing?" Hollie asked.
"You weren't listening were you?" Angela sighed heavily. "To undo the link catches I need to tighten the chains," Angela casually stated. She continued to pull at the chains, tightening the Sirik about the teacher's body.
"Don't worry, I'll soon have this exactly right," Angel smiled.
The wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs were brought together, by tightening the chains. Hollie looked at her feet and hands trapped together, wondering if she should have allowed this. Before she could say anything, Angela lifted her feet off the floor. She was on her back looking up at her arms and legs, fastened together, where the chains had been pulled tight.
"Do you have to pull them so tight?" Hollie complained. She was beginning to have doubts about what Angela was up to. Had she been a fool yet again? The girl was pulling her ankles and wrists together, above her head. It was an uncomfortable position, and embarrassing. The panties were stretched over her sex with a slight wet patch showing.
"There, all done. All I have to do is push these links and the Sirik can be removed," Angela pleasantly said.
"Thank you Angela, I appreciate your help," Hollie said, wishing the damn girl would get on with it.
"By the way, you needn't worry. I won't tell my father you're a teacher. No need to make him angry. He can be so mean, and you don't want to be punished in the dungeon," Angela smiled.
They were face to face, with Angela leaning over her. The pleasant smile changed to a devious grin. Hollie became worried.
"Can you just get the chains off, please," Hollie asked, trying to keep the anger from sounding in her voice.
"I was just wondering, why a teacher would be wearing so many chains. After all you're usually the one in charge, and here you are helpless, without any authority at all," Angela pondered. She gave Hollie a big smile. "Well?" she asked.
"The chains are hurting me. We could talk about it more comfortably when the chains are off," Hollie insisted.
It was infuriating being so dependent on this stupid girl. It was also discomforting, feeling the panties becoming wet with her juices. She couldn't help the automatic reaction of arousal, from embarrassment, and being tightly bound. The damn girl only had to glance down to see the wet crotch, stretched over her pussy.
"Why did you put them on in the first place?" Angela asked, with an exaggerated frown of consternation.
"My, err, boyfriend put them on me. It was just a game, that's all. He didn't have time to take them off, as he was late for a flight. Can you remove them for me, please," Hollie said through gritted teeth.
Being so helpless meant it was important not to upset the dim girl. Asking stupid questions at a time like this, when so close to becoming free, was annoying. It would be horrendous to be left like this, if the silly girl stomped off in a hissy fit.
"You mean Roger," Angela stated, no longer bothering to hide behind the girly facade.
Hollie heard the name, which blocked out everything else. The change in Angela's attitude went unnoticed.
