"Now, you prissy Bitch. Welcome back to school. This is your personal Hell week."
Of course she couldn't hear me. She was still drugged. She wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning, and would remember little. I had some time yet to gloat and revel in the anticipation of what was to come. My revenge, yes, but more than that. I looked down at the naked body of my teacher's assistant. She had been making my life miserable for several months. But the grade she gave me was the last straw. I begged her to change my grade just from a C+ to a B-. One lousy point was the difference in making the 3.5 GPA to qualify for a status grad school but she wouldn't budge. I tried going over her head to the Prof but he said it was her call. I was screwed... maybe.
Her name was Shriya Saran, like the actress but her students just called her Miss Shriya. It was almost like she had a split personality. To the Dean and anyone in power she was professional, polite and a hard worker. She was also drop dead gorgeous and she knew it. Yes I lusted after her. Lots of men and women did. Though she dressed much more conservatively than me and most of her other female students, it just made men and women drool to see more. She was a Indian with the exotic beauty. She was what many men and women fantasize about until they saw her dark side or rather her mean streak. To people that she had power over, she could be pure evil. Well, maybe not evil but a royal pain in the ass.
SUNDAY 6 a.m.
My reverie was interrupted when I heard her moan in her sedated sleep. I had stripped her naked after tossing her on the cot. She had a delicious looking body for sure and a beautiful face but this was the first time I had seen her like this. I felt I was just as pretty, but she was more petite and perhaps more feminine. And her pussy was as hairless as the day she was born. I knew it, she was a slut at heart. Shaved her pretty cunt daily.
I am taller and more athletic, which intimidated some men, but that didn't matter to me. Their loss. Many women appreciate my looks and my dominant streak. Miss Shriya, soon to be slut Shriya, was in for quite a ride. Besides being alone and naked, I wanted her to wake up with a hint of what was in store for her. A shiny steel collar that she could not remove would catch her attention. It actually looked very hot against her slender throat, and a stark contrast to her nakedness. She also wore a sirik made of elegant yet unbreakable silver chain. The perfect ensemble for a slave in training.
I couldn't resist running my hand over the smoothness of her perfect breast, then digging my thumbnail hard into her nipple. The pain must have penetrated her subconscious because she moaned audibly. I wondered if I had provoked or altered an erotic dream. I raked my nails down her stomach while thinking to myself, why not give her a good dream. What a shock it would be to wake from a wet dream to a real nightmare. I could see her erect clit now and pinched it hard. She moaned louder. A trickle of fluid escaped her juicing fuck hole. I also realized the situation was giving me wicked ideas for the week ahead. I thought to myself, if only she hadn't been such a bitch. I would have enjoyed seducing her though I had no idea if she was bi at all. It didn't matter now though, because my goal was far different. I would not only have my revenge and my grade change, I would break her of that attitude and have my own little slut.
I rubbed my fingers up her slit, and found it completely soaked with her juices. I raised my hand to savor her scent and taste. She was probably having a slutty dream. I had seen her out alone trolling the bars where she thought that no one she knew would recognize her. Far from the sexy, chic, but somewhat conservative, clothes she wore for her job, she dressed almost whorish. But after watching her accept drinks from several men, and dancing to attract attention and hard-ons, she would go home alone leaving them all with blue balls. I realized then that she was worse than a whore, she was a tease. She got off on the power. It was only a matter of time till someone forcibly changed that behavior. I had enough psych courses and been around the D/s scene long enough to know that subconsciously, that is exactly what she wanted and needed. Well, her time was about up and I would see to it she learned exactly what she was. Just a little slut with three holes to fuck. Nothing more.
I began to slide two fingers into her. I might even give her an orgasm in her sleep, I thought. It would be the last purely pleasant one she would get for a while. When my fingers hit resistance, I was shocked at first but a smile crossed my face (read that as a very evil grin). That explained a lot and probably why her boyfriend dumped her. He was tired of waiting for her to come out. But I was thinking that she was probably just as frustrated with him and that's why she was always a bitch to everyone. It was all becoming clear to me now. I had learned a lot about submissive women when I made friends with the couple that owned a fetish club. The same club I was sitting in right now and where Shriya would spend the whole week. They told me that some women were truly submissive and didn't know it. They teased and pushed men until they finally found one that would see through the façade and take what they wanted. It's a dangerous game. Finding a dominant that would understand her needs would be ideal. The chances of her being brutally raped or worse were more likely. She was probably frustrated with her boyfriend because he was waiting and not bending her over a desk and fucking her brains out. Most men are clueless about these types of women, who are driven to find a master or mistress even when they don't know what they are seeking or why.
I thought to myself that I might, in some perverse way, be doing her a favor. By week's end she would know. In this case she would learn to be a slut for several men and women and perhaps a total slave to me. Mistress Namritha does have a nice ring to it.
I rolled her clit around with my fingers. Even in her sleep I could tell she was close to orgasm. I brought her to the brink twice but stopped. I decided to put her own hand on her dripping cunt. Maybe she would masturbate in her sleep and cum. Maybe not and she would be left unsatisfied. I didn't care which.
It was time for me to go. As I grabbed her pile of clothes and was about to step through the door I could hear her moans and whimpers. "Slut" I thought to myself and I bolted the door behind me.
As I walked down a long corridor to check out the dungeon, I thought about how doubly lucky I had been. My first break was to overhear her talking to her friend about meeting in Miami to take a Caribbean cruise. My second stroke of luck was when I was in her office pleading about my grade. I saw her ticket on her desk and saw it was for two weeks, not one. I saw she was going to Miami a week early and I immediately thought I knew the reason. Being that far from home where no one would know her, she would no doubt go to South Beach where she could go wild. Then I remembered her usual game. Drink, tease, and leave a wake of horny, unsatisfied men. As I left her office, I was furious about my grade and barely under my breath I said to myself, "I hope you get raped in Miami". That's when the idea hit me, and I had plenty of time to plan a week for her she would never forget.
I got to Miami ahead of her, taking the Friday night red eye, while she was booked on an early Saturday flight, and staked out her hotel. She was oblivious to everything as she headed for her first night club, so it was easy to follow her unnoticed. It was also easy to send her an anonymous drug laced drink. As soon as I could tell she was out of it, I swooped in, talking to her like a friend so everyone could hear as I half carried her out of the club. Dumping her in the car and then bringing her to this place was a cinch.
Sometimes it does pay to be an athletic woman. I had no trouble carrying her limp form. My family was from the Philippines. We were strong stock and I kept in shape with sports. Academics was a bit more challenging but I did ok, except for this one crucial fucking class that I let slide. If my plan went well though, that would be taken care of and a lot more.
SUNDAY 9 a.m.
I blinked my eyes, awaking from a deep sleep. The sleep had snippets of memory, of discomfort and sexual bliss, of fright and delight. It made no sense.
'Where am I?' was my first thought. I turned my head to the side and looked around the room. I recognized nothing. Spartan. Tiled floor without rugs. Basic furniture, built in cupboards, a toilet area. A single door. One by one, still in a fog, I took inventory of the surroundings.
I tried to stretch, but was unable to fully do so. I heard the rattle of metal on metal. Nothing was making sense. When I moved my arm, there was some restriction, and I felt a tug all the way down my leg, to my ankle. My head was quickly clearing, mystified by the messages my brain was getting.
I held up my wrist and a leather bracelet with rings was revealed! A light chain was connected to a ring on the bracelet, and when I raised my wrist higher, I realized the chain was linked to my other wrist restraint, and also to leather ankle cuffs, and to something around my neck! The chain was just long enough for me to finger a metal collar.
And then I realized I was naked! And there were no sheets to cover myself. I was naked, alone, chained, and I had no idea what had happened. I tried to rise from the bed, but the chain arrangement made it difficult. I immediately felt dizzy. I fell back. I needed to pee, so I managed to stagger to the toilet to relieve myself, taking short choppy steps. The chain arrangement made it impossible to walk normally.
Everything was blurry. Someone must have removed my contact lenses.
There was no seat on the toilet, just the porcelain bowl. The rim of the toilet was chilled, and I began to shiver. A feeling of fear washed over me, and my stomach began to churn. The silver chains were so delicate, so light in weight, but they were certainly strong, and my attempts to tug and break them were totally unsuccessful.
There was no toilet paper, so I rose, shuffled unsteadily to the sink, and looked in the mirror. A steel collar locked around my throat. I tried to reach it, to release my chains of bondage, to no avail. I twisted my head, trying to see how it was locked on my neck. In desperation, I tried to use both hands, struggling and fighting my bondage. I jerked and pulled at the chains, fear overwhelming me, frantic, and turning back to the toilet, stumbling, falling to my knees, I stretched out and vomited violently into the bowl.
As I worshipped the porcelain god, I wracked my brain for more snippets of memory. I had flown to Miami for a week of fun in the sun. Right. A week no one knew about. I planned to meet Ashley, a girlfriend from high school, at the end of that week, for a cruise around the Caribbean. Yes, that was correct. I blinked my eyes, staring into the puke-filled bowl. Why oh why did I come a week early? Just to indulge my fantasies? How long have I been asleep? Has a week already passed? No one knows I am here. No one.
My attempt to piece together this puzzle was interrupted. "I see you are awake, slave. Stay on your knees and move away from the toilet." The voice reverberated from the walls, apparently coming from a small speaker somewhere in the corner. I turned from my kneeling position and tried to make out the source of the sound, but my vision was not good without my contacts. Male. No one I recognized.
"Who are you and why am I here?" I responded with an air of confidence that I certainly did not feel.
"One more time and then you will be punished for disobedience. Crawl, slave, and move away from the toilet."
"No, I..." The pain that throttled my neck was worse than anything I had ever felt. The collar sent a spear of electrical current that threw me to the floor, writhing, thrashing in my chains. It only lasted for a second or two, but it was enough for me to know that I had to obey. I lay stunned.
"You were warned, slave. Crawl to the center of the room."
I managed to get on all fours, and shuffled to the center of the room.
"Face away from the door and go to a kneeling position, back straight, knees spread. When I enter the room, if you attempt to turn and see my face, if you say one word, I will double your punishment."
I maneuvered away from the door, and obeyed his command to kneel smartly. What choice did I have?
I heard the lock click and the door open, and heavy footsteps approached. I began to tremble, unable to control the fear and shock. My lower lip quivered and my eyes started to tear. I was a girl who was always in control, controlled my environment and my attitude, but for the first time, I was at the mercy of some force that I could not defeat. At least, not yet. I took a deep breath, sucked in the snot that started to drip from my nose, and decided that I would obey for the moment, but be alert for any chance to defeat my foe.
"I am going to put a blindfold over your eyes, so you cannot see me. Don't move, don't speak."
I felt the elastic bands as the blindfold shut out all light. The temptation to fight back was overwhelming. I tried to remain calm in the darkness of the blindfold, silenced by the shock collar.
"Spread your knees wider apart, as far apart as the chains will allow, slave." I obeyed, feeling more vulnerable. "Back straighter. Thrust out your pitiful breasts. Lower your gaze. You may not look up without permission."
'Pitiful breasts!' I thought. So not true!
"This is the position you will take when you hear the word 'nadu'."
'Nadu?' What kind of word was that?
"Do not forget this slave," and suddenly my world went black, as the collar sparked to life, knocking me unconscious.
To Be Continued
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