Part 1: Instructions

"No. Leave the panties," Lucia said as Syd started to get dressed.

"But..." Syd said, biting her lip.

Lucia shook her head. "What is the rule about saying no?"

"I...I can't say it?" What had she gotten herself into? She came for some prom photos and ended up losing her virginity to a woman...and her husband. Now Lucia wanted her to go out without panties when she was wet with sex.

"You can say no, but you have to acknowledge that I've given you an order. Then I might let you say no."

"Yes, Lucia."

"Why do I want your panties?"

"A trophy?"

"Complete sentences, Syd," Lucia said into Syd's ear while running her fingernail down over Syd's ribcage. Syd pressed her thighs together, surprised that after having so many orgasms, she could still get horny.

"You want my panties for a trophy."

Lucia grabbed her breast and pulled on the nipple. "No. I want to smell them when Tom eats me tonight. You're so sexy, Syd, I could fuck you all night. I haven't even sat on your face yet. But you need to go home before your mother and boyfriend get concerned. Why did you say 'but'?"

Syd leaned back against Lucia, revealing in the stimulation. "God, I want that."

Lucia bit her ear just hard enough for it to sting. "Answer my question and then tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"I'm all wet. I can't put go on the bus like this."

"Fair enough. I'll give you another pair to wear. My, you are wet. Look how easy my fingers slid in."

Syd closed her eyes as Lucia brought her close to another orgasm.

"No. Don't come, my darling." She pulled her fingers up to Syd's belly.

"Lucia, please. I'm so close."

Lucia pulled her fingers away. "Sydney, are you ready for this?"

"I think so. Would you?" She pulled Lucia's hand towards her pussy. "Please?"

Lucia pulled Syd's offending hand behind her back. "There are times when you can explore and demand. But not now. Not when I'm training you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lucia."

"Good. 'I think so' means you have doubts. What are they?"

"I don't know exactly what 'this' is."

"This is being my slave. This is me using you for my pleasure. This means too much to explain right now, but it definitely means you're going to spend the next week constantly aroused. It definitely means I own your orgasms and will tell you when, where, and who to fuck. Does that scare you?"

"Only a little bit."

"Does it excite you?"

"Yes."

"I want you to think about this next week before you decide. Right now, you're so aroused, you'd fuck a dog if I told you to."

"I don't want that, mistress."

Lucia kissed her cheek. "I don't want that either. But if I did, you'd have to. Do you understand?"

"Yes. What if I can't? I mean, what if I get to frightened or just...The idea is so gross."

"You know I'm going to push you, just like I did today. But I'm also going to respect your limits." She released Syd's arms and kissed her deeply, sliding her finger back into her sopped cunt.

"This week, I have an assignment for you, and it starts now. Imagine Emily's breasts."

Syd's breath deepened as Lucia kept her on the edge of coming. She remembered the weight of Emily's breasts when they had felt each other.

"Now describe them for me."

"They're big. Not as big as yours, but they were heavy in my hands and her nipples are...oh, oh, oh god..."

Lucia pulled her finger out. "Continue."

"They stick out... I can't describe the shape. They're nice."

"Imagine her nipple in your mouth."

"Mmm-hm." Syd sucked on her lip, imaging tasting her best friend's boobs. "They're salty and... She has this smell. I don't know the words, Lucia."

Lucia put her finger back in Syd. "That's alright. Keep thinking about them. Take as much of those sweet tits into your mouth as you can. That's it, Syd."

Syd was licking her lips trying to create the sensation of Emily's tits. Emily's face appeared in her mind, her eyes closed as Syd squeezed her on tit while she explored the other. Emily's breath got deeper. I'm almost there, Syd.

"Oh god, Emily," Syd cried out as she came.

"Very good," Lucia said. "Do you have classes with her?"

"I have three classes with her."

"Good. Before each of the classes you have with her, go someplace private like the bathroom and touch yourself until you get wet. Don't come. I want you to do this every day."

Syd nodded.

"When you get home for school, you're going to be very horny. In fact, now that I've awakened all of that passion, you'll be very horny a lot. But before you masturbate, you have to write something for me. Write it on paper and hide it so you're mom doesn't find it."

She swallowed. She was indeed very horny, despite the powerful orgasm. "What do I have to write?"

"You have to finish your fantasy about Tom fucking Austin. Absolutely don't mention me or Tom by name. Don't even hint at our identities. Imagine an actor fucking Austin. You're not allowed to touch yourself until you've described it in detail."

"I understand, but I'm not sure I can. That was just a moment. I've never had thoughts like that."

"I understand, darling, but before today, you never admitted to yourself that you wanted a woman. You didn't know about your submissive streak. You can do this."

"I'm not sure I want to. It feels wrong. Like its hurting him somehow."

"I hear you, little one. But if you're going to come back here for anything more than boring prom photos, that's something you have to do. You need to remember that what you fantasize about doesn't hurt anybody. Austin won't be taking Tom's cock unless he wants it. Of course, he might not know he wants it. It's my role to figure that out. Can you do that?"

"Yes, master."

Lucia smiled. "Be careful with that. There's one more thing I need to tell you about before you find your bus. Who has more power in our relationship, you or I?"

"You!"

"Not at all. All I can do is tell you to do things. If you don't want to, you can leave. It will end our games, but you can do that. That's power. But you have another power, one much more potent. The last time I took somebody so young and naïve as a slave, she…” Lucia turned away for a moment. “It didn’t end well.”

“I don’t understand how that gives me more power than you.”

“It means you can walk away and there’s nothing I can do. If you freak out and slander me, it won’t matter that you’re legal. People will see me as a older Latina lesbian praying on a pretty, innocent white girl. You could cost me a lot.”

“I would never do that! I...God, Lucia, after what you've showed me, given me, I couldn't even think about it."

"I know." She kissed Syd. "But we need to acknowledge that. I'm going to take a precaution. It's not that I don't trust you, but after you leave, I'll set up a system that can send pictures of you to the internet if you try to ruin my life. They'll go to your mother, your friends, and your school. It won't ruin your life, but it will make it difficult. Do you understand?"

"I understand what you'll do, but not why. Don't you trust me?"

"I do, but the last time I took on somebody as young as you, it went terribly wrong. You’re protection is you’re rich and famous, if even only as somebody’s daughter. My protection is the ability to humiliate you."

“I’d die before I’d tell people I’d talk to the press or anybody about being DLC’s daughter. I love him, but it’s embarrassing. I never know if somebody likes me or just wants some connection to him.”

“And I’d die before I’d hurt you on purpose by sending out those photos. Now finish getting dressed. When you get home, remember that you can't touch yourself tonight. Also, tell your mother that I've offered you a job here as my assistant."

"What?"

Lucia smiled. "It's a real job. You'll be eating my peach anytime I'm horny, which, with you around, will be often. But you'll also be helping with real work. You're going to learn a lot, both about who you really are and about photography."

Syd hugged her. "Thank you, master."

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Part 2: School

Syd managed to focus on her excitement over the work part of her new role with Lucia when she told her mom about the offer. She even succeeded in describing how much fun she had modeling without giving away the seduction Lucia had been orchestrating and its climax…es.

Once she went to bed, however, she felt like she was gushing with excitement. She imagined Lucia getting her to confess more intimate details and stripping down. The embarrassment she felt as Lucia convinced her to take off her sweater was hugely exciting. She wasn’t touching herself, exactly, but pushing her thighs together. She wondered if she could come just from remembering Lucia’s touches. Her hand crept down her belly until her fingertips rested against the top of the panties Lucia had given her. She imagined Lucia burying her face in the wet panties she left behind and moaned. She pushed her fingers in until the brushed against her pubes.

God, she promised not to touch herself. She could just lie about it. It would feel so good to come. God, she needed to come so bad.

Shit. She couldn’t. She knew she’d admit lying the next time she saw Lucia. It was like Lucia could read her mind. She dug in her pack and got out a notebook and pen. Using her phone for light under her covers, she started to write:

Austin is naked.

She crossed that out and wrote.

Austin is on his knees with his jeans pulled down. A man is behind him, rubbing his butt.

She giggled. This was so weird. Austin had to be the one rubbing butts!

Austin sits on the bed, leaning over me. He’s rubbing my ass. I want him to touch me boobs but he just wants to play with my butt. It feels good, though

She rolled over enough to press her ass into a pillow and tried to rub it like a hand. It wasn’t the same. God, she needed to touch her boobs. Or kiss Lucia’s. Fuck. She needed to finish the damn story so she could get off.

A man comes into the room. Austin is busy playing with my butt and asks me to play with his dick. His cock. He pulls his jeans down and lies down next to me. I stroke him and wonder if he can smell how turned on I am. Does he know he can go beneath my belly chain now? God, i want his cock inside of me.

But he is really caught up in my hand job and my ass and doesn’t notice how turned on I am. Or maybe he doesn’t care. Come on, Austin, pay attention to my boobs. They’re nice!

Shit. Sorry, X, I got distracted. The man comes in and he sits down next to us. He

Syd threw her pen across the room. She couldn’t imagine this. She just wanted to picture them on prom night. Austin finally paying enough attention to her boobs. Him kissing his way down her belly and then kissing her down there. God, yes. She was still a virgin there. Lucia had just fingered her and Tom had fucked her. But neither of them had gone down on her. She imagined holding Austin’s head as he licked her. He kept one hand on her boobs. Oh God!

Syd dosed off, her hand still in her panties.

The next morning she woke and remembered she had given in and touched herself. Frowning, she wondered if Lucia would take back everything. How weird. She really wanted to be a sex slave. It was so silly, but just thinking of it made her horny.

In the shower, she briefly thought about Lucia forcing her to go to school with “Lucia’s Toy” written on her forehead in black marker. She had to stop soaping herself or she’d masturbate again. She had better figure out how to write that stupid story soon.

Sitting in the bathroom with her hand in her panties before class with Emily, it was easy to imagine Emily’s breasts. They were so wonderful. How had she not allowed herself to admit how much she wanted them before? The hard part was stopping herself before coming. She was so turned on.

“Hey Syd. Are you okay? You look hot.” Emily said as she slid into her seat, late for class.

“I’m fine.” Did Emily mean hot like sexy? No. She meant flushed. She did feel feverish. Emily looked hot. Her usual goth outfit—white dress shirt under a black sweater and a black skirt. No, don’t look at her tits.

The next break was harder for Syd. She was imaging feeling up Emily as she raced to the bathroom, but stopping without coming was harder. If Nicole and Georgina hadn’t come in, she wouldn’t have been able to.

“What’s going on, Syd?” Emily asked her after their next class. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine, I just…I ate something and I’m really uncomfortable. I’ve got to run.”

Emily jogged with her towards the bathrooms. “Shrimp again? You should know better, Syd.”

Thank God for her food allergy.

“Yeah, that was dumb. I just need…” She pointed to the bathroom.

“Yeah, sorry.”

In the stall, her belly did hurt, but it was nerves. She was going to try to seduce her best friend. God, it would ruin her life. She didn’t have any other friends, really. She wanted to cry almost as much as she wanted to come. She was supposed to be in love with Austin and now she was a virtual stranger’s sex slave and plotting to take down Emily’s panties and plant her face in her fat little cunt. Emily wasn’t actually fat, really. Just curvy and sexy. She licked her fingers, then cleaned up and told the school nurse she was suffering form food poisoning.

At home, she forgot about her homework and went right to the story. She needed to be free to come hard before school. Maybe before the shower and during it. Anything to prevent a repeat of the day. No breaks this time. Just go right at Austin getting a cock in his ass.

Austin is in the studio with me, getting our pictures taken. He’s really horny because he. He just is. He’s really horny. So he’s caressing my ass. I don’t want him to in front of the camera and he gets mad at me. He says I won’t put out and its not fair. I remind him we promised after prom and he says he’s waited too long. He unzips his pants. I’m crying because he doesn’t like me, just my butt. I’m naked and the camera snaps. I don’t know how. I just got naked. Austin undressed me. He didn’t unzip his pants until he undressed me. It was really embarrassing that he did that in front of the camera and I’m mad at him.

He unzips his pants now. His dick is big and he points to it. I know what he wants me to do, but I’m angry and embarrassed and not turned on because all he cares about my butt and sometimes my legs. He says I’m cute when I’m mad and I throw a banana at him. I guess there was a banana on a table near us. There was.

I’m sorry, but if I stop and cross out stuff or try to rewrite, I won’t be able to do this.

There’s bunch of bananas, and I throw them all at him. He grabs one and makes a fucking gesture.

“Not until you kiss my boobs! I mean really kiss them. Pretend they’re Emily’s if you have to.” I’m crying because I want to him to like my boobs and i know he doesn’t. But he holds me and says he’s sorry. Then he gets on his knees and starts to kiss them. Its kind of half-assed, though. I can tell he’s just doing it so I’ll let him have sex with me. Then I see a guy in the room. I’m embarrassed because I’m naked and Austin is kissing my breasts and he’s holding a banana against my thigh. It’s humiliating which makes me more made at Austin. I’m really mad at Austin. I didn’t know how mad I was until right then. I don’t know why he’s dating me, since he doesn’t really like me like that. “Austin, I’m sexy. I’m not fucking cute!” I say. I yell it, really. The guy nods. He’s older and I can see he’s naked too, and his penis is sticking out.

“I know, babe.” Austin says, but I can tell he doesn’t. I push him away from me and I use my finger to signal that other guy.

Then we’re on the bed. We got there by… because. I…no, Austin lead me there. He said he wanted to show me how sexy he thinks I am. So we’re on the bed, and he’s naked. He got that way just before he put me on the bed. He carried me over, resting the banana on my belly. No, that’s weird. He just carried me over.

Why am I so mad at him? I just am. But he puts me down and we’re kissing and he’s rubbing my ass. It feels good, so I leave one hand on there and take his other hand and put it on my boob. “Play with it, baby. I like that so much.”

He starts to do it, too. He circles around my nipple, really light so I shiver and I moan. I’m starting to get turned on. I can feel his dick pressing against my thigh. He starts kissing my neck and ear while he plays with my nipple. I’m really wet now. God, it so hot with him touching me the way I want. His fingers slip into my crack and brush against my pussy. I push against him. He’s in my up to a knuckle. God, this is hot.

Then I feel another hand on my ass. It’s bigger and more callused. It’s pushing me into Austin’s finger. He’s in me almost all the way and I’m kind of bucking against him. I can feel his dick between my thighs.

The guy is kissing Austin’s neck. Biting it really. He’s moaning. Austin is, not the other guy. Austin is fucking between my legs now. I’ve never let him do that, but he’s fingering me and kissing boobs and I’m pretty close to coming.

“Let me in you, baby,” Austin says. I want him in me really bad, but I say no for some reason. Then I tell him he has to make me come like I’ve done dozens of times for him.

“Sure, baby.” He says. But at this point, he’s just fucking my thighs. The man is holding us together and I realize his hips are moving with Austin’s. He holds out a finger, like for me to suck and I do. I suck it all the way in and kind of bob on it like I did when I sucked off Austin. I want Austin to see it. You know, to get jealous. God, yeah, Austin, I think, watch me suck this random dude. See how turned on I am?

Then the guy takes his finger out of my mouth and…God, I’m really horny and I don’t know how this is supposed to work. Shit. I think he…yeah, he takes his finger and he puts it on Austin’s asshole. God, that’s dirty. Austin is surprised, but he’s fucking my thighs. He’s kind of forgotten about fingering me, so I’m mad again. Why am I so mad at Austin? I don’t know. Emily wouldn’t do this, that’s for sure.

The guy, his finger is in Austin’s ass now. I see Austin’s eyes get big, like he’s surprised, but he doesn’t say anything. He just rubs my ass and fucks my thighs. Then he says oh god and, Oh, God, the dude’s dick is in Austin’s ass. He’s fucking Austin. They’re moving in rhythm with. No, the it’s like a sign wave. Sine wave. You know, Austin is going in my thighs and the guy is out, then he pushes in while Austin pushes back against him. Why isn’t anybody fucking me? Why am I imagining this like this? Why do I want to touch myself so badly. God, I want to come so much right now. I’m really horny. I wish this guy would finish off Austin and both of them would fuck me. God, yeah, the guy is really pounding Austin now. Austin is grunting and chanting fuck, fuck, fuck over and over again. I can tell he’s going to come. And he does. It’s wet and warm and slick between my thighs.

“Eat me.” I tell Austin. I make him eat me. God, put his face in his own come. I’m touching myself now.

My god, that was good. I came so hard. I couldn’t write while that was happening, though. Sorry :) I’m still mad at Austin, even though I just imagined him eating me for the first time. I’m sorry. This is horrible.

Syd pulled her knees to her chest and cried. Why was she so mad? She wanted to humiliate Austin and he was really a sweetie. He just liked big tits. But so did she. She wanted to get up and go to Lucia’s studio and have Lucia fuck her. Or make her bury her face in her cunt. It was hot, imagining Austin eating her. Lucia would be even better, though. Maybe she was in love with Lucia. Damn. Her life was a disaster. A sexy, hot disaster.

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Part 3: Emily

She masturbated twice before school, both times her mind shifting between Lucia, Austin and Emily…and a banana. She came hard in the shower imaging Lucia making out with Emily while Emily shoved a banana deep inside of her.

She wore two panties and a pad to keep her arousal from being too apparent. The combination kind of worked. Touching herself didn’t get so out of control she had to use the shrimp excuse again, but she felt awkward around Emily. Half the time she looked at her, she thought about them becoming lovers. Emily got weird again. God, she was destroying her life.

But that wasn’t the worst part. No, that came after school when she saw Austin. Tuesdays were their “date” days. He didn’t have practice or other obligations, so he came over to her house and they made out. But she didn’t want to.

She broke away from kissing him. “Let’s not this week, Austin. I mean, prom is in less than two weeks and that’s going to be special.”

“But babe, we’re almost there. Why hold back now?”

“God, Austin, don’t you ever care what I want?”

“Of course! I just don’t know where this is coming from.”

“Its coming from me wanting our first time to be special.”

“I don’t get how not making out today makes that more special. That doesn’t make sense, babe.” He squeezed her ass.

God. She almost grabbed his hands and put them on her boobs. They don’t bite. Instead she said, “I don’t know, okay? It just does. I want to pretend…I don’t know. Like we don’t make out all the time or something. Please?”

“Fine. The new Assassin’s Creed came out yesterday anyway.”

Like hanging out and talking was the worst thing ever! She wanted to say, “You know what, I had a cock in my pussy two days ago. Yeah, a big fat cock fucking your girlfriend.” But she didn’t.

She didn’t masturbate, either. For the first time since Lucia convinced her to take off her shirt, she wasn’t horny. She called Emily and complained.

“I don’t know, Syd. That is kind of weird. Are you okay? You were weird in school today, too.”

“I’m fine. I don’t know. I’m angry at him. You know how he stares at your boobs all the time. He doesn’t even want to touch mine. I really like that.”

“Like that he doesn’t touch you? I didn’t notice him looking, by the way. You look at them more than he does. To be honest, Syd, it’s a little weird sometimes. Are you gay? It’s okay if you are. Really, I’m cool with gay people.”

“No. No, I’m not gay. I’m mad at Austin.” And I want to fuck you something terrible.

“Well, just so you know, it is okay if you are. I’m serious, so if you ever decide you are, don’t forget that.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“Well, if you’re not gay, I still don’t…I guess. Now that I think about it. God, he does, doesn’t he? Not as much as you, but still?”

“Really, I do?”

“I don’t know. Ever since… you know. I just wondered. Maybe I’m imagining… not that I’m saying I want. God, this is weird, Syd.”

“Yeah. I love you, right. We’re besties, right?”

“Yeah. But…God, Syd, I don’t even know how to say this. God, never mind.”

“What?”

“No, I can’t. Just never mind. Let’s talk about why you’re mad at Austin. You weren’t last week, right?”

“No, what?”

“Never mind. What about last week?”

“Come on Emily, I can tell when you need to say something. Just tell me. Did you… you didn’t make out with him?”

“My God, Syd! How could you even think that? He’s your boyfriend.”

“I wouldn’t hate you if you did. I’d hate him, but I could never hate you.” Syd started to play with her nipples. God she was one confused puppy.

“That’s…well, i don’t even know…I mean, that’s just so really sweet. I don’t know if I could ever feel that way. Haha. i’d have to have a boyfriend first and that’s never going to happen.”

“Oh, shut up, Emily. Austin would definitely be your boyfriend if it wasn’t for me. Seriously, he wants to fuck you.”

“Sydney Delacruz, when did you start throwing out ‘fuck’ so casually. I’m the one with the filthy mouth. And you’re wrong.”

Syd blushed and let her hand drift away from her nipple.

“I’m not. You know how much he just plays with my ass and never touches my tits. But I’ve watched him and…and what was it you wanted to say. I’m not going to let you wiggle out of that. Haha.”

“Okay. But remember you made me. God, I don’t even know how to say this. I must be so wrong, since you’re all angry with Austin.”

“What?”

“Before Miss Kellerman’s class, you smelled like sex. Like a lot. I thought you and Austin…”

“Oh my God, really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh God.”

“Oh my God! You did! And you made up—“

“No, I was. Oh god, this is so embarrassing.” An exciting. Syd was definitely turned on again.

“What?”

“I was masturbating.”

“So? I mean at school is…but I mean, who hasn’t felt the urge a little too much…”

Neither of them said anything. Syd felt her blush race down her chest. She was so embarrassed, but really wanted to slip her hand under her bra.

“Hey Syd?”

“Yeah?”

“I did, too. Like every Friday last year. I just…God, this is so embarrassing. Don’t you dare tell anybody!”

“I won’t.”

“It was like an addiction. At first, I was just kind of horny after lunch, so I, well, you know. Played with the kitty. Ha. But then the next Friday, I felt the same way. And then it was a habit. I know Samantha Russell heard me. She never said anything, but, God.”

“Really?”

“No, I just made that up to make you feel better. Of course, Syd. Jeez.”

“Haha. Sorry. Thanks for telling me.”

“Don’t get addicted to the big O, Syd. It’s a hard habit to break. Haha.”

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Part 4: School Again

The next day, before Miss Kellerman’s class, Emily sniffed as Syd came to class and then whispered, “Oh my God!”

Syd had to run to the bathroom to hide her blush, which felt like it went all the way down to her toes.

As soon as she got home, Emily called.

“Oh my God, Syd, you did, didn’t you!”

Syd groaned.

“Wow. You know, that’s kind of hot. Did you…you know.”

“No. God, can we not talk about this? I’m humiliated that you discovered me.”

“Are you that hot about loosing it?”

“No, please?”

“Okay, but don’t be ashamed. I know this is kind of weird to say, but I’m proud of you.”

“Proud of me? For humiliating myself at school? Gee, thanks.”

“No, for letting loose. You’re kind of a prude. Not in a bad way, but…I’m just happy you found your inner happy spot.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Haha. Seriously, Syd. It’s so naughty. Does it turn you on?”

She bit her lip. It really did. She was going to come hard as soon as she got off the phone.

“Syd?”

“Emily…”

“Yes?”

“Okay, yes. God. Yes. A lot. Just thinking about it.”

“Do it, Syd.”

“What? Do what?”

“Touch yourself. It’s so naughty. God, that’s fantastic. I never imagined.”

“I can’t. I’m on the phone with you and…”

“I know. Do it.”

“I can’t.” She was pressing her thighs together. God it would be so good.

“I’ll tell you what. We’ll both—“

“Emily! I…together?”

“Mm-hm”

“You’re not, you know, messing with me?”

“No. Are you ready?”

“God, I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know if it can.”

“I just unbuttoned my jeans. Undo yours.”

“Really?”

“Do it, please.”

“Oh god, okay. They’re undone.”

“Are you ready?”

“No, but I’ll never be. What should I do?”

“Pull down your panties.”

“Are yours…”

“Already down. My finger is all wet. I’m drenched. God, this is hot.”

“I…Oh God. Okay, they’re down. Shit, I need my headset.”

“What?”

“Hang on…sorry. both hands.”

“Oh, fuck, brilliant. Hold on. Okay, got it. Shit. Syd, this is…”

“Weird?”

“Yeah. Really weird. Like crazy weird, but really hot. Are you touching…”

“Yeah. I’m kind of squirming. I need to take off my bra. I’m so mad that Austin won’t play with my nipples more.”

“Why doesn’t he. They’re really nice. Are you touching them?”

“No, I’m getting undressed still. But you got so weird…”

“Syd?”

“Are you naked?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“You don’t know why?”

“Cuz it was…I held them too long.”

“No. Are you touching them?”

“Yeah.”

“Fingering yourself?”

“God, yes. This is so weird.”

“And hot, right?”

“God, definitely. I’m really close, Emily.”

“It got weird because I wanted…you know?”

“Oh, god, oh god, no, what?”

“To, just finish Syd. I want to hear you come.”

“Oh, god, I’m close, but this is starting.”

“Come on Syd, please, come for me.”

“Oh god, oh, god, yes, make me, Emily”

“Make you?”

“Please?”

“You mean…Oh! Fuck, that’s hot. Come. Syd. Fucking come for me.”

“Oh god.”

“That’s right bitch, Fuck, yes. Come for me bitch, come.”

“Oh god, ohgodohgodohgod.

“Fuck, Syd, that was so…”

“I’m so embarrassed. You’re not…”

“Hey Syd?”

“I’m not. I…Syd…fuck. Syd I want to do that together. You know, not on the phone. That was so hot.”

“Really? I mean, I’m really embarrassed—“

“God, shut up, Syd. Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what…you mean?”

“No, well, maybe? Just you? Can you come over? I’m starting to freak out a little bit?”

“Oh, god, don’t. That was so hot. I came so hard…I can’t now, but tomorrow?”

“Are we?”

“I think so. You mean cool, right?”

“Yeah. Bests, right?”

“Always, Emily. Forever.”

“Okay. I…Hey Syd?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to skip school tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to come over in the morning?”

“Well, yeah, but you don’t have to. I just…I’m like…”

“What?”

“I’m not sure. I feel like I might kiss you when I see you next, even if that’s in school. And I…you understand?”

“I think so. Maybe.”

“I know you have Austin and, you know, I’m not saying—“

“God, Emily, I know. I think. We need to talk, but not in a bad way? Okay? I love you. Nothing is going to change that, right?”

“Are you sure? I kind of just freaked myself out. I love you so much and, I mean, it not that I expect you and Austin. I mean, that’s cool. Really, I’m cool. I’m just—“

“Emily! Listen. I love Emily Alhadef heart and soul. Nothing is going to change that. You’re my bestie forever, okay?”

“Yeah. I love you, Sydney Delacruz. I love you, Syd.”

“I know. And Emily?”

“Yeah?”

“I really came hard. Did you?”

“I got scared.”

“Next time?”

“Ha. Fuck yeah.”

“Good. See you tomorrow, love.”

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Part 5: Master

Part 5: Master

Syd hung up the phone and smelled her panties. God, she just had sex with Emily and Emily might be in love with her. Which was kind of excellent and scary. Did she even like Austin? Was she gay? She did like him, so she probably wasn't. But she couldn't wait to have sex with Lucia again, and she would definitely masturbate with Emily the next day. So maybe she was something in-between. Like crazy.

The next day, she didn't masturbate before classes with Emily. It didn't feel like cheating if Emily wasn't even going to be there. Not to mention the fact that if Emily smelled her, other people probably did too. She didn't want to get a reputation as a slut or freak. She really needed to talk to Lucia before she saw Emily.

For the first time in her life, Syd skipped school. She left after lunch and prayed Lucia would be at the studio. Being on the bus before school let out felt weird, like everybody knew she was skipping to see her master and lover. At the LT Studio building, it felt like forever before Tom answered the buzzer.

"Tom? It's Syd. Sydney Delacruz? Is Lucia there?"

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

"Yes, but I need to talk to her. It's important."

"Alright."

She ran up the stairs. Lucia did not look happy to see her.

"Sydney," she said as soon as the door shut behind them. "What are you doing here?"

"I...I had to talk to you."

“You shouldn’t come during school.“

“I’m an adult.”

“Syd, I don’t care that you’re eighteen. You’re still in high school and it could cause me problems. And I need to know you’re reliable.“

She nodded. "I do. I'm sorry. I'll be more careful."

"Alright. Is your mom going to let you work for us? Do you want to?"

"Yes to both."

"Once that's formalized, it will be easier for us to arrange things, but you mustn't ever skip school and come here unless there is a true emergency, like you fear for your safety. Is that understood."

"Yes, Lucia."

"You're lucky. We don't have any clients or models scheduled this afternoon. I want you to go into the studio and undress completely. Can you do that?"

Syd nodded.

"Answer verbally."

"Yes. Will you be shooting me?"

"I haven't decided. Go get undressed. I'll be in in a minute."

"Yes, mistress. May I please make a request?”

“Perhaps. I’m a little too upset right now to be in a giving mood.”

"May I talk to you privately? I...things happened and I'm confused."

“You did well to ask. You may.”

After having sex with both Lucia and Tom in the very studio she was undressing, it felt stupid to be embarrassed to undress, but taking off her panties caused her to blush down to her chest. She pushed her clothes away, but couldn't stop from covering herself up with her hands.

Lucia clapped when she came in. "Very good, Syd. Now show me your splendor. Oh, good. Wow, you really are special. Just perfect. It's going to be hard for me to talk to you without coming over their and nibbling on you. But help me get those chairs," she said, pointing to two modern-looking leather chairs, "and we'll talk about what was so important you risked coming here."

"I'm really sorry. I didn't think about it."

"I know. You're forgiven, but don't be so thoughtless again."

Syd nodded and pulled a chair over.

"Get mine as well. Remember, you're my slave," Lucia said, laughing.

"Oh, right."

Once they sat, Lucia said, "So what was it?"

"I wrote the story. Its at home, though."

"Was that why you came here?"

"No, I just wanted you to know I did it before I touched..." She looked down. "I forgot. The first night, I tried, but I couldn't tell the story and I, you know."

"Say it."

"I masturbated."

"Did you orgasm?"

"Yes."

"You're forgiven this time, but I will withhold an orgasm from you in the future for this. Understood."

"Yes."

"So why are you here?"

"I...It's hard to explain. You know the other assignment?"

Lucia nodded.

"Well, I did that. And Emily noticed."

"I thought she would."

Syd blushed and stared at her shoes. "Well, I. God, I'm not sure if I can even say this."

"Sydney, you took a risk to come here. You can say it."

She bit her lip. "Would you order me to tell you?"

"Say it."

"I..."

"Say it, Syd. I'm ordering you."

"I'm sorry, master. I'm trying to say it, but I'm struggling figuring out the right order."

"What happened on Monday in school?"

"I touched myself like you instructed. Emily noticed I was flush. Then the next time, she asked if I was okay and I kind of panicked and said my tummy was bothering me. She mentioned my shrimp allergy, but I was so embraced I had to hide in the bathroom and tell the school nurse I was sick with the allergy."

"I'm happy you did what I asked, but you need to learn to live with your embarrassment. You know I'm going to push you that way often, right?"

"I didn't, but now that you say it, I know that I knew it. If that makes sense. But how do I learn to live with it? When I get embraced, my whole face goes red and...I can't hide it and it just floods me."

"We'll work on that. I'm going to miss that. You will, too."

"I'm not sure..."

"It turns you on."

She nodded.

"Verbalize your answer."

"It excites me when you force me to be embarrassed."

"Like now?"

She was blushing. And excited. "Yes."

"What happened when you go home?"

"I was desperate to come. I forced myself to write the story about Austin. I was really mad at him and the story didn't make sense, but I wrote it and he got fucked in the ass."

"Did you masturbate afterwards?"

She nodded then realized she needed to verbalize. "Yes. I wrote that down. I felt horrible, though. Guilty and confused."

"That's okay, Syd. Exploring ourselves sometimes does that. Is that why you came here today?"

"No. Yesterday is our, Austin and my, make out days. We're both free and my mom isn't home, so we always go there and kiss and stuff. Yesterday, though, I got mad at him and sent him home."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I guess I was mad that he didn't like to touch me the way I wanted to be touched. I told him I wanted to wait for the prom and he got mad, and that made me mad."

"That's reasonable for you to want that."

"I think I was mad at him because I cheated on him. God, Lucia, I think I need you, but I feel so guilty."

"That's also understandable. This relationship isn't usual and it violates a lot of the morality you've grown up with. You've hidden a lot of your true desires from yourself because you thought they were shameful. It won't be simple or quick to accept yourself."

"But isn't it wrong to cheat?"

"Yes."

"Gee, thanks!"

"Sydney, we...this is wrong. Conventional morality condemns it because it doesn't like submission and it's queasy about bisexuality--"

"Is that what I am?"

"You shouldn't interrupt me, but yes."

"I'm sorry, master."

"Apology accepted. Those things--your submission to me and you bisexuality--are not wrong. But you're eighteen and I'm thirty. It creates problems with experience, judgement, etc. For all of those reasons, I shouldn't be doing this and you shouldn't. But we both know not doing this isn't possible. I knew almost immediately that you were special in a way I couldn't resist. So we have to accept that we'll do some things that are wrong, but not doing them would be so untrue to ourselves that it would be more wrong. Do you understand, love?"

"I'm not sure, actually. I think so. But I'm so angry at Austin for doing the things he always done, and, well, I'm here because Emily and I had sex. On the phone, just on the phone, but..." Her head hung. She wanted to cry. It felt so confusing and horrible and she couldn't wait to do it again.

"That sounds marvelous. How did it happen?"

"I don't know."

"Syd, for this to work, one rule must exist above all others. You must always tell me the truth. How did it happen?"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't lying. I just don't understand how it happened. I called her to tell her about Austin and she told me I smelled like sex in class. And then somehow--and I just don't remember how--she told me she masturbated every Friday last year, and somehow that turned into us touching ourselves."

"Who initiated it?"

"Um, she did, I guess. Yeah, she did. She suggested it. I was really embarrassed. Oh, god, it is cheating on you if I had her tell me to do it? I did. God, I'm so sorry."

Lucia smiled. "You didn't do wrong. I encouraged you to reveal yourself sexually to Emily on the hunch that her being 'weird' about you touching your breasts meant she was into it. I'm happy this truth came out for you How do you feel about it?"

"I'm...I don't know. Scared, I think. Turned on. She got wigged out, afraid we wouldn't be friends and I said I'd come over and we're going to do it in front of each other. I guess thats why I'm here."

"Because I own your orgasms."

Syd nodded. "Yes. May I have sex with Emily, master?"

"This does change my plans. I had planned on us spending several hours in bed on Saturday in between your waxing appointment and your fitting. I was anticipating exploring your body and teaching you all about my own. But this is a worthy change. You may, but you may not initiate anything."

"Thank you. I don't think I could initiate anything, even with your permission."

"I know. There's more, though, isn't there?"

Syd bit her lip. She was afraid the next question would reveal how naive and untrustworthy she was.

"Ask, Syd."

"Master...I...I want to tell Emily that my orgasms are owned. That I'm a slave. I...it wouldn't be fair to her."

"Come and sit at my feet, Syd. I'm going to have you explore my cunt shortly. How wouldn't it be fair?"

"I think Emily is in love with me."

"Are you in love with her?"

"Not like that, but I love her more than anybody but my mom. Maybe I could be in love with her. I never thought about...you know, until you showed me."

"Kiss my ankles. Nice. What did I show you?"

"That I like women."

"You doubted you liked women before?"

"No, you know what I mean. That I had sexual desires...that I lusted. God, that I want to fuck and be fucked by women. That I want you to, oh, god, to own my orgasms."

"Kiss my calves. Very good, Syd. Now higher. Yes. Do you smell me?"

"Yes."

"Do you like the smell?"

"I want to taste you."

"You didn't answer the question."

"I'm sorry, Lucia, I'm kind of distracted by the fact that I want to dive in and taste you. May I?"

Lucia snapped her thighs shut, trapping Syd's head between her knees. "That's twice you didn't answer the question. Be more careful."

It was hard for Syd to talk with her mouth mashed against Lucia's knee, but she mumbled, "Yes, master, I love it."

Lucia relaxed her legs. "Kiss halfway up my thighs, but don't go further. Oh, this is nice. Do you see how inflamed I am?"

"Yes."

"Are you this wet?"

"I might be more wet. I'm really, really horny right now?"

"Should I call Tom in?"

"Please, Lucia, can I just please you?"

"Of course, love. Look at my outer lips. Trace them with your finger. Yes. Oh, yes. Are they beautiful?"

"Just gorgeous. May I taste you? I really need--"

"Not yet. Do you think Emily will be as pretty?"

"I don't know. I hope so."

"Do you see how my clit has started to emerge? It likes to stay hidden until I'm very aroused. I'm very aroused, Syd. I might come before your tongue arrives. Touch it softly with your finger, then trace my inner lips. Yes. God, that's good. You're much better at this than I was starting out. Now as to telling Emily, I think you need to be honest with her. You love her and because you do, I do. Will you be hurt when I fuck her?"

"Will you make me watch?"

"Yes?"

"God, I don't know why, but that excites me. What if I'm jealous, though?"

"That might be part of the excitement."

"Like when you bit my nipple and it hurt?"

"Yes. I'm going to push you, Syd, to places you think you won't like. You need to understand that is a very central part of our relationship."

"I think I understand. May I kiss your lips?"

"Not yet. Put a finger in. Just a little bit. Oh, yes. Pull it back and forth, just a bit. You're teasing right now?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, that's what I want you to do. Help me build up, but don't take me there. Oh, god, yes. Now, with Emily, you can tell her you're confused and uncertain. You can tell her you've realized you have a submissive side. She may laugh at this, because she'll be nervous. But don't tell her about me just yet. I need to take measure of her before we can--oh. yes, okay kiss my lips. Softly, yes. God, this is delightfully difficult to talk. You're doing wonderfully, Syd. Now I want you to explore and taste. Don't use your fingers. Just get to know what I'm like and--oh god! Fuck, not quite so good. Jesus. This is going to be huge, love. Special like you. God. Do you like it."

"Yes, definitely yes!"

"Yes. Nibble and kiss. Oh, yeah. Mmm...that was nice. Very–Ohgod! Ohgod! Use your finger. Almost there. Yes. God. God. Fuck Oh fuckmesyd, Fuck me! God. Yes. fuck. fuck. fuck. Come here, Syd. Kiss me. Let me taste myself on you."

Sydney cuddled into Lucia's lap and they kissed languidly.

"My god, Syd, you're truly special. Do you have a picture of Emily on your phone?"

"Yes."

"I want a copy so I can think about you giving Emily that treatment while Tom fucks me tonight. Actually, I think I'm just going to play with myself. Luxuriate it in it. Did you get off?"

"I didn't think I was allowed to."

"Good girl. I wouldn't have minded, but its best you ask. I'm going to call you a cab because you shouldn't go on the bus smelling like that. Tonight, you may have all the orgasms Emily or your fingers can coax from you."

"Thank you, master."

"Don't think me yet. I've decided I am going to punish you for disobeying me."

Syd nodded, certain she'd enjoy her "punishment."

"You aren't allowed to have sex with Austin on prom night."

"But--"

"Sydney, you know better than that."

"I'm sorry, Lucia. i understood you, but I promised him."

"Does he own you? Did you sign a contract?"

"No, but--"

"There is no but. You have the right to your own body and the right to determine who you have sex with. As part of our arrangement, you surrendered that right to me. Correct?"

"Yes."

"I'm doing this for you, Syd. It's not even punishment, really. You're not certain you want to have sex with him. After tonight, I suspect you're going to wonder if you even like men. I suspect you do, but Austin is not delivering what you need from a male lover. You need to wash your face--it's covered with come--and get ready to make love to your best friend. Remember. She has to initiate everything. We'll talk about Austin this weekend and formalize both your job details and make a proper slave contract. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Everything?"

"I think so, but I might not understand what I don't understand. Did that make sense?"

"That was delightfully smart, Syd. Don't let yourself fall too far in love with Emily, okay? I still own you."

"I'm not in love with her. I just love her."

"I know.”

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