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The Slave.

	When I was a sophomore in college I worked two jobs to help pay my tuition. 
  One job was in the student affairs office at school and the time I worked 
earned credits toward my tuition.  It was extremely dull but necessary.  My 
other job was as a waitress at a popular pizza place just off campus.  We 
didn't have uniforms but all the servers were required to wear a white top 
and either black pants, black shorts, or a black skirt.

	I always wore a tank top and usually wore a skirt or shorts depending on 
the season.  I started working at the pizza place in October and quickly 
learned that my tips went up if I wore short shorts or a short skirt.  I'm 
small and slim, blonde and cute, and my legs are my best feature.  I never 
thought of myself as being particularly pretty but other people seemed to 
think so.

	One night when things were slow I was talking to Edie, a woamn in her early 
forties who'd been working there for years.  I mentioned that I was puzzled 
because I seemed to get my best tips from married women.  Edie smiled and 
said, "Katy, it's because you look so cuddly.  You're very pretty but 
non-threatening.  Women see you as the daughter they'd like to have, not as 
someone who might get involved with their husbands."

	I don't know if she was right or wrong but I continued to get my best tips 
from married women.  As an experiment, I wore black pants one night and my 
tips dropped by more than half.  The next night I wore my shortest skirt and 
things went back to normal.

	One woman who came in reqularly was married to an assistant professor at 
the university.  Her name was Paula.  She was a tall woman in her early 
thirties with black hair, brown eyes, and a smooth olive complexion.  She 
wore her hair very short and I liked the look.  Her features were too strong 
for convention beauty but she was strikingly attractive.

	Most of the time she came in to pick up a pizza to bring home but once in a 
while she came in to have something there and on those occasions I often 
waited upon her.  Sometimes we'd chat for a minute or two and she'd ask me 
about school.  I learned that she'd been married for seven years, had no 
children, and worked as a photographer.

	One night in April, just a few weeks before the end of the spring semester, 
she asked me if I'd ever done any modelling.  I shook my head and said, "No, 
never.  I'm not pretty enough."

	She smiled and said, "You don't have to be beautiful to model as long as 
the camera likes you.  Would you like to give it a try?  I need to do some 
figure studies for a class I'm taking.  I'll pay you $100 for four hours 
work."

	I told her I'd think it over and let her know before she left.  I didn't 
really have to think about it.  The money was too good to turn down.  I 
netted about $200 in a good week so the money she was offering was 
significant.  When I brought her check I told her I'd give it a try.  She 
asked what day was good for me and I told her that I was free all day on 
Thursday.  She said Thursday was good for her and offered to pick me up at 
my dorm.  "About 8:00 a.m.  Okay?"

	I groaned at the early hour but agreed.  She told me not to wear anything 
that would leave a mark on my body.  "If we have to wait for the marks to 
fade we're wasting time and money."

	So, on Thursday morning, I was up early to shower and get ready.  I wore an 
oversized t-shirt, cotton shorts, and sandal.  Luckily my roommate was sound 
asleep while I got dressed and there were no comments about my lack of 
underwear.  I have to admit that I felt rather sexy with nothing on under my 
clothes.

	Paula was waiting when I walked outside.  I got into her SUV and she 
greeted me with a smile.  We chatted about this and that on the  ride to her 
house.  She and her husband lived in an old farmhouse on twenty acres of 
land about ten miles from campus.  The house was on a dead-end country road 
with only two other houses nearby.

	As we walked into the house Paula told me we'd be doing most of the shoot 
outdoors.  It was kind of chilly but she smiled when I mentioned it and 
said, "Goosebumps give the skin a wonderful texture."

	She led me through to the kitchen and poured coffee for both of us.  As she 
poured she said, "Katy, go into the bathroom and change into the robe I left 
for you.  It's the door just behind you."

	I went into the bathroom and found a short white terrycloth robe.  I took 
off my shorts and t-shirt and slipped into the robe and tied the belt.  Back 
in the kitchen, I sipped my coffee and listened while Paula explained what 
she was hoping to accomplish.

	She was using a Canon digital camera that allowed her to put about 200 
shots on a single memory card.  She had five cards.  "If film was still the 
only option I couldn't afford to do this."

	I was nervous when I slipped the robe off for the first time.  A cool 
breeze brought out the goosebumps that Paula liked.  My nipples turned into 
hard pointy little nubs.  Paula directed me into pose after pose and time 
flew past.  She was very professional and I soon felt very comfortable with 
her.  After maybe twenty minutes she told me to put my robe on.  "Let's go 
inside and have some coffee."

	With frequent breaks the time flew past.  The final session had me crawling 
around in a mud pit near the barn.  The day had warmed up by then and it 
wasn't too bad.  She took about fifty shots of me covered with mud and then 
another fifty shots while I showered under an outdoor shower by the back 
door.

	Once most of the mud was off she took me inside and upstairs to the master 
bathroom where I took a long hot shower.  She went downstairs to make lunch 
while I showered.  When I went downstairs she smiled and asked if I'd mind 
taking the robe off while we ate lunch.  When I asked if she was going to 
shot more pictures during lunch she shook her head and smiled.  "No, I just 
like seeing you nude."

	I hesitated for a moment before removing the robe.  Truth was, I'd 
discovered I enjoyed being nude.  We chatted during lunch and she told me 
she'd transfer the photos to her computer and edit them.  She said I could 
come back on Saturday and see them if I wanted.  "Jack is leaving tomorrow 
night on his annual fishing trip.  He'll be gone for ten days."

	I told her I'd love to see the pictures.  A few minutes later I mentioned 
what a madhouse the dorm was on Friday nights and how hard it was to study.  
I was surprised when she said, "Why don't you come tomorrow night then and 
stay over.  You can study while I edit the photos.  You can stay the weekend 
if you want."

	I accepted and she picked me up at my dorm shortly after six o'clock on 
Friday evening.  I was scheduled to work a shift at the pizza place on 
Saturday night so I brought shorts and a tank top to wear to work.

	I was wearing a tank top, jeans, and sandals.  And, for reasons I didn't 
even try to explain to myself, I wasn't wearing anything underneath.  As she 
pulled out of the parking lot Paula glanced at me and frowned.

	"Is something wrong?"

	She shook her head.  "No, not really.  I just like it better when I can see 
your legs."

	I blushed and whispered, "Sorry, I didn't think it mattered tonight."

	"It doesn't really matter I guess."

	I closed my eyes and cursed myself for not wearing shorts.  I didn't know 
why but I had a strong urge to please this woman.  The rest of the ride 
passed in silence.  When we got to her place she parked by the barn and I 
got my backpack out of the back.  Inside, I settled at the kitchen table 
with my books and she sat across from me with her laptop.

	I knew she was looking at the pictures she taken and sorting them into 
different folders.  After a couple of minutes I cleared my throat and said, 
"Would you like me to change into something else?"

	She smiled and shook her head.  "No, I'd rather have you naked."

	I got up and went into the bathroom where I removed my t-shirt and jeans.  
When I walked back to the table she looked up and smiled.  "Much better."

	I sat down and began going over my notes.  A few minutes later she paused 
and said, "Does it bother you to be naked?"

	I shook my head.  "No.  I like it."

	She smiled and turned her attention back to her laptop and I went back to 
my notes.  A couple of hours passed.  I finally put my notes away and 
stretched.  "I'm done for the night."

	Paula closed the laptop.  "I have more to do but I need a break."  She got 
up and left the room.  When she returned a couple of minutes later she had a 
large nylon scarf in her hand.  "Katy, do you trust me?"

	I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I do."

	"Stand up and cross your wrists behind your back."

	I got up and crossed my wrists behind me.  She used the scarf to tie my 
wrists securely.  Then she sat down and asked me how I felt.

	I took a deep breath and said, "A little scared.  A little excited."

	"Does it bother you to  be completely helpless?"

	I nodded.  "A little.  But it excites me more than it scares me."

	"Does that surprise you?"

	"Yes."

	"I've wanted you since the moment you took your clothes off on Thursday.  
Did you suspect?"

	"Not really.  I thought about it but you were so calm and cool that I 
dismissed the idea."

	"Have you ever had sex with another woman?"

	"No."

	"How do you feel about it?"

	"I'm not sure.  If I had a choice I might say no.  But since I'm 
helpless...."

	She smiled.  "Here's what's going to happen.  I'm going to take you 
upstairs and give you a full bikini wax.  Then I'm going to give you an 
enema.  Then I'm going to take you to bed."

	She beckoned me closer and I closed my eyes when she slipped her hand 
between my legs.  She chuckled when she discovered that I was sopping wet.  
She fondled my breasts and stroked my ass while I sighed with pleasure.  
"You like to be handled, don't you?"

	I nodded.  "Yes, I love having you touch me like this."

	She stood up and slapped my bottom.  "Upstairs.  Quickly."

	I trotted adhead of her.  The slap hadn't been hard enough to hurt.  Just 
hard enough to sting a little.  She spread a thick bathtowel on the floor in 
the bathroom and untied my wrists.  She retied them in front and had me 
stretch out on my back.  She clipped my pubic hair short and then soaked a 
cloth in hot water and spread it over my mound to soften the stubble.

	She shaved me slowly and carefully and then washed me with warm water 
before massaging me with body lotion.  Then she filled a two-quart enema bag 
with warm soapy water.  She hung it on the shower rod and had me kneel with 
my back to the tub.  She lubed the nozzle and then lubed my anus.  I moaned 
as she spread the lube over and into my anus with her forefinger.

	"Do you like having me touch you there?"

	I blushed and nodded.  "God, it feels so good!"

	"Have you ever had anal intercourse?"

	I shook my head.  "No, never!"

	She slipped the nozzle into my anus and opened the clip.  I moaned as the 
warm water filled my rectum.  She knelt beside me and rubbed my belly as the 
water filled me.  I asked her to stop but she shook her head and said, "You 
can take the full two quarts."

	I stared at her and shook my head.  She kissed me, pushing her tongue into 
my mouth.  Her hand moved from my belly to my pussy and she stroked my clit 
with the tip of her finger.  She drew back a little and whispered, "Be a 
good girl or I'll spank you later."

	She continued to stroke my clit gently.  I moaned as the water continued to 
fill me.  "Do you want to cum?"

	I nodded frantically.  "Yes!"

	She smiled and kissed my cheek.  "You're adorable.  Beg for it."

	I closed my eyes and begged.  I begged her to make me cum.  I begger her to 
let me sit on the toilet.  I begged and pleaded and it excited me beyond 
belief!  She pinched my nipples and pulled them, triggering the most intense 
orgasm of my life.  I threw my head back and screamed with pleasure as I 
came and came.

	When she took the nozzle out I whimpered and begged to be allowed to use 
the toilet.  She made me hold it while she stroked my ass and belly and 
fondled my tits.  She pinched my nipples and I whimpered in pain.  When she 
stopped I moaned and she chuckled.  "You like the pain, don't you?"

	I nodded.  "Yesss!"

	Finally, she untied me and allowed me to use the toilet.  She sat on the 
edge of the tub and watched.  Then she supervised while I showered.  After 
my shower she dried my hair and took me into her bedroom.  There was a 
leather collar laying on top of the spread.  I glanced at her and she said, 
"You have a choice to make, little one.  I can take you back to your dorm or 
you can put that on and become my collared slave."

	I walked over to the bed and picked up the collar.  The leather covered a 
thin cirle of spring steel.  A tongue would slide into a groove and lock in 
place.  She told me it could only be opened by a special tool.

	"What happens if I put it on?"

	"You become my slave, of course.  You'll move in here and continue on in 
school.  I'll pay for everything."

	"What about your husband?"

	She chuckled.  "He doesn't live in the house.  It's a marriage of 
convenience for both of us.  He has an apartment in the barn."

	"What will I have to do?"

	"Please me."

	"What if I change my mind in a month?"

	She smiled and shook her head.  "If you put the collar on you're agreeing 
to be my slave for at least two years.  No changing your mind.  You'll be a 
slave for the full two years.  After you graduate, well we'll see."

	I thought about it for a moment.  "There have to be limits.  No tattoos for 
instance."

	She nodded.  "Of course.  I would never do anything to cause you any real 
harm.  I will have you pierced and I will spank you, sometimes severely.  
But that's all."

	"No visible piercings."

	She nodded.  "Agreed."

	I hesitated for a long moment.  Then I put the collar around my neck and 
closed it, locking it into place.  Then I sank to my knees and crawled 
across the room to lick her feet in submission.  My life as a nude lesbian 
sex slave had begun.
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