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Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot

By: ArtyGee



This story arose from some e-mail correspondence with a reader who mentioned that she had some very specific fetishes, and that she didn't think that anyone else would find a story about them to be hot. I took that as a challenge, so here goes...




Times were tough for aspiring young models. Of course, times are always tough for aspiring young models. It was particularly tough for Jennifer because she was trying to build her modelling career while attending UCSD. But she was somehow managing to keep a roof overhead and her student loans to a minimum. Besides, it was always easier to diet when the cupboards were virtually empty anyway.

Jennifer got the call on a Thursday night. It was supposed to be a Saturday jewellery job, but it was way out in the suburbs. The money was significantly higher than usual for a jewellery shoot, but she didn't have a car so she'd had to turn the job down. That was a problem. The client had specifically asked for an Asian model with medium breasts, and she was the best fit the agency had. She thought it funny that they were worried about the breasts, but she decided there must be necklaces in the shoot, and they wanted an appealing background. When she told her agent why she had to turn it down, he had strong-armed the client into sending a limo. It was her first limo.

"High end job. High end requirements. High end perks." He'd said

And so it was that at 11:00 on Saturday morning a long white limo pulled up in front of her building. The driver opened the door for her and took her hand to guide her into the seat. When he closed the door behind her, the hot morning air was gone. Replaced by the cool sweet smell of air conditioned leather. The intercom buzzed, and the driver told her to enjoy a glass of chilled champagne from the open bottle in the silver ice bucket. 

"How can you call anything made out of silver a bucket?" she thought to herself

It was not her custom to drink much at all, let alone before lunch, but swept up in the opulence, she decided to indulge herself. So as the limo cruised smoothly down the freeway, she poured herself a glass of the sparkling wine and lay back to enjoy the luxury. Time slipped quickly by as she sipped the wine and daydreamed of a time when this would be a commonplace occurrence, so she was surprised to see that it was approaching 2:00 when they left the freeway and entered the "burbs".

She had a moment of concern as they pulled into the parking lot of one of those small industrial malls, but then she looked around at the inside of the posh limo, and remembered that since her agency always vetted every client, and she knew that everything would be OK. They pulled up in front of a single unit identified by a simple sign as BD Enterprises. It looked classy enough. Out of force of habit, she reached for the door handle but before she could pull it, the door opened and the driver stood there, holding out his hand smiling. 

"Here ma'am, allow me to help you out." This as he took her hand to guide her out of her back seat haven. 

As she stood, the wine and the heat hit her at once and she stumbled. The chauffeur was quick to react and grabbed her by the waist to keep her from toppling over. 

"Careful there ma'am." he admonished. "I think you may have had a bit too much of the bubbly"

She still felt a bit unstable and was glad when he extended his elbow for her to take as they moved from the limo to the door.

"GET IT TOGETHER GIRL!" She screamed to herself. "You'll never get another chance if you blow this now."

The two guys who met them inside were rather unremarkable, not at all what she expected, but they were very friendly and welcoming. They even offered her another drink which, in her current state, she knew enough to decline, particularly since there didn't seem to be any food around to soak up the alcohol. After the introductions, handshakes, and requisite small talk, they moved through the office into the back room. There were two professional looking photo studios, one fitted with video. She had expected to see some dressing rooms, make-up area, and perhaps a wardrobe area, but the rest of the building was full of shelves stacked with boxes.

"OK Jennifer, We might as well get started." Enthused Duane. "Jake, go back to the office and bring us the products."

Now she was really confused. She had taken care to wear one of her best half cup underwire bras to provide some cleavage as a backdrop to any necklaces that might be part of the shoot, but, expecting to be supplied with appropriate wardrobe, she had simply pulled a scooped-necked tee over her head. The confusion was not reduced when Jake returned with a stack of boxes and no clothing.

"Excuse me Duane." She began. "Is there a wardrobe, a particular dress or top you want me to start with?"

"Wardrobe? Particular dress?" He laughed. "No deary, just strip to the waist and let's get on with it."

Strip to the waist? Had she heard him correctly? 

"Sorry? I was told this was a jewellery shoot. Why would I need to strip to the waist?" she inquired

"Jewellery?" laughed Duane who was quickly joined by the others. "There's no jewellery here deary, We sell BDSM gear and today's shoot is all about bits and gags. So just strip and let's get on with it. We're burning daylight." This with a bit of annoyance.

"I'm sorry." She began. "I don't do that kind of modelling. I was told this was a jewellery shoot. If you don't mind, I'll just head back out to the car and you can take me back home. I'm sure the agency can find you a suitable replacement for next week." 

"BULLSHIT" howled Duane. "I've got a lot of money tied up in this escapade today and if you want to default on our agreement, you can damn well WALK home."

She was stunned. She certainly had no objection to showing some cleavage, or the side of her breast for that matter, but her most risqué appearance to date had been a topless shot with a professional she had known and trusted for years, where her breasts were almost completely covered by her hands. She wished she hadn't had the champagne. It was affecting her clarity. What was she going to do? This entire thing was a complete misunderstanding. She was here for a jewellery photo shoot, not some BDSM fetish crap. Surely there was some compromise that could be made.

"Duane," She started in a soothing tone," Duane, surely we can come to some..." 

"Some WHAT?" he yelled. "I'm out $5K and if you don't model this stuff Today, RIGHT FUCKING NOW, I am going to charge it all back to you. You signed a contract didn't you."

OH GOD. She couldn't even afford a cab ride back home, let alone to pay that penalty. She certainly couldn't walk all the way back home either. What to do, what to do? Damn that champagne. She couldn't think straight, couldn't weigh her options, couldn't even think of any other options.

"O..O..OK." She stammered. "B..B..But you have to make sure my nips don't show in the final pictures, and that's non-negotiable." This as she started to regain her confidence.

"Done. Now let's get this show on the road girlie. Get that damn top off and let's get going."

Jennifer realized that she was trapped. There was no way out. It was going to happen and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, she could do to save her dignity. She looked around the room and saw that all the men's eyes were glued to her. A sudden rush of embarrassment caused her face to flush. She was the only woman in the place and she was about to go topless. As if in a dream, she crossed her arms across her waist and pulled her tee over her head in one smooth motion. No sense in letting them know she was terrified. 

The sudden intake of breath by every man in the place disturbed her, and her face went red hot with embarrassment.

"OK." She announced. "Let's get this show on the road."

"Yeah. Right. As soon as you drop the bra honey"

Oh God he was serious. There didn't seem to be an option. Her trembling hands slowly climbed to the clasp on the front and then, quick, like pulling off a band aid, she opened her bra and threw it on the table with her tee. The instant the cool air hit them, her nipples stood rigidly at attention. The men's eyes were riveted to her firm high tits. If she hadn't already been beet red, she would have blushed. As it was, all she could do was cross her arms over her chest to try to maintain some semblance of dignity. 

"OK. Let's get going people." exclaimed Duane. "Tom, hand me the B215."

Jennifer's eyes widened as she saw Tom pick up a leather strap with a bright red rubber ball in the middle. Duane took it and moved behind her. 

"Open wide" This as he reached over her head and pulled the ball portion into her mouth. 

Then he had fastened the the buckle tightly behind her head, stretching her lips and pulling the ball firmly into her mouth. He moved around to look at his handiwork, reached his hand up and gave the ball a little push back into her mouth, and when he was satisfied with the fit, he told her to move into the photo studio.

She had never worn a gag before, never played any BDSM games, never been submissive. But this did kind of remind her of a time.... NO. She couldn't think of that now. She had to get through this and get out of here.

"Arms down deary." 

Why did he keep calling her deary, and honey? It was demeaning. She had a name, why wouldn't he use it. As these thoughts were running through her mind, she almost didn't notice that they had started taking pictures. Jennifer raised her hands to cover her exposed breasts from the camera lens, but Duane stopped her with a stern shout. The leather strap was pulling the corners of her mouth back causing her lips to close around the ball so she couldn't form words. When she tried to tell them not to shoot with her nipples showing, all that came out were unintelligible grunts and huffing. She reached behind her neck to undo the gag, but when she did the photographer started snapping wildly.

"Nice." sneered Duane. "But don't you even think of trying to take it off."

Jennifer's mouth was filling with saliva and with her jaw stretched, she couldn't swallow. A trickle of drool escaped her mouth, ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest. Once again there was a frenzy of pictures. She had never felt so humiliated as she did in that moment. Topless, gagged, and drooling. Never so humiliated, and yet just a little bit excited.

After about 15 minutes of shooting, Duane walked over and removed the gag and tossed her a towel to wipe the drool off her chest. Jennifer reached up and massaged both sides of her face to relieve the tension in her jaw muscles. When she could finally talk, she squared off with Duane.

"I said not to show my nipples." She hissed. "You are shooting my whole upper body"

"I agreed not to show them in the final product. I'll put a star over your nips if you're going to be such a prude" Duane sneered back.

A similar scenario played out repeatedly for the next two hours, with more and and more complex gags. The most complex devices took more than one man to fasten to her head. Her jaw was aching from being held open for so long. She had been stretched by balls, rings, bits, spreaders, and even one that expanded with a squeeze bulb until her cheeks hurt. Her taste buds had been assailed with a wide array of rubber, latex, leather, and wood. She had never let any of her lovers put a gag on her, either figuratively or literally, and yet there was something tickling the back of her mind, something slightly arousing about this whole scenario. No don't think of that now.

When they brought out the first metal gag, It all rushed in on her. Her eyes locked onto it and her mind returned to that time. To the orthodontist who had fitted her with the braces. The mere thought if it caused her pussy to contract involuntarily and she felt herself start to lubricate. It had all seemed too weird to her at the time and so she had driven it to the back of her mind, but now, standing topless in front of all these men looking at that gleaming metal, it all came rushing back, and it hit her like a truck.

"Oh no." She moaned "Oh no y..y..y..you c..c.. no you can't. Not that one. Please."

She had become so compliant that the men were totally taken aback by her reaction. All eyes were locked on her as she stood there trying to form a sentence, and failing. Duane was the first to realize that something was amiss and he pressed his advantage. 

"Oh YES deary" He growled "And there's three more after this."

Those words shocked Jennifer into action, and she started to move, but not quick enough. Duane was on her in a heartbeat. She never saw where the cuffs came from, but she certainly felt them tighten on her wrists, pulling her arms back and presenting her breasts to the men. Helpless, she started to plead with Duane, but his only answer was to grab her shoulders and tell Jake to put it on her.

Her pulse quickened and her pussy throbbed as Jake approached with the metal gag. As he lifted it towards her mouth, she started to struggle and shake her head until Duane shook her shoulders.

"Hey Honey, settle down. You don't want us to chip those pretty straight teeth with this hard metal gag do you?" And then as she stopped struggling "That's a good girl. Open wide."

Those words...The metal moving towards her mouth. She couldn't stop the flood of memories...

It started when she was 18. She was walking down the street and as she passed the second-hand book store she had glanced in the window. She had no idea who John Norman was, had never even heard of Gor, but the cover art on the book in the window stopped her dead in her tracks. The girl in the picture wore a thick metal collar. She was chained, on her knees. Submissive. Jennifer stood on the sidewalk, staring through the window. A sudden chill ran through her, followed by an intense heat which centered in her groin. She didn't know why, or how, but that picture touched her soul. She quickly entered the store and arranged to purchase the book. It was only $5 but she would have paid a hundred to have that book. 

Book in hand, she rushed straight home and into her room. Her parents were very strict and she couldn't let them see the book. Not that book. Not with that cover picture. In the secrecy of her room she opened the book and began to read. The words she read were like nothing she had ever imagined. 

"Earth girl, captured by intergalactic slavers, awakens on a strange planet. She looks up to see three moons, one large, two small. Her ankles are chained, but even more horrifying, her neck is encircled by a collar of steel, to which a chain is attached. And so begins her adventure, as a slave girl of Gor."

She couldn't put the book down until she had devoured every word. In the ensuing weeks, she had re-read the book until she had it committed to memory.

It wasn't too long after that, her parents finally had the insurance package to cover the orthodontic work she'd needed since her wisdom teeth had been removed. They made an appointment, decided on a plan of treatment, and soon enough, Jennifer was laying back in the chair with her mouth wide open.

"That's a good girl. Open wide"

She had thought the Orthodontist was kind of hot, but when he showed her the metal braces he was going to fit into her mouth, her tummy had flip flopped. OMG. This man was going to fit all that metal into her mouth, and make her keep it there. It wasn't a collar, but it was metal and she wouldn't be able to take it off after he installed it. As that thought passed through her mind, she felt a tingle in her pussy and the beginnings of arousal. As the braces were fitted, the arousal increased, and by the time he was ready to tighten the wires, she was squirming in the chair.

"Are you doing OK there Jennifer?" He asked kindly "Am I hurting you?"

"Oh no. I'm OK" 

But as she formed the words she could feel all the metal he had placed in her mouth, and it spiked her arousal to a new level. She started to get up. She needed to leave before the smell of her juices gave her away, but he gently guided her back into the chair.

"Oh no you don't young lady. I still have to tighten the wires."

She spent the next 10 minutes squirming in the chair as he adjusted the braces. As he applied his "mouth bondage" to her

"Any pain? Am I making them too tight?" He asked.

"Oh no, Sir. Tighter is OK." she replied, and then felt her insides melt as he increased the tension...

When she came back to the present, she realized that she had been standing motionless staring into space.. Everyone was looking at her. 

"You OK honey?" Duane asked, a bit concerned. "You kind of zoned out on us for a minute there. Open wide."

Still half in a daze, she did exactly as she was told and then felt it. The gleaming metal clicking on her teeth. The pressure keeping her mouth open. And as Jake fastened the straps tight behind her head, her pussy flooded with juice.

When Duane moved away from her, she heard the rapid fire clicking of the camera, almost as in a dream. Her nipples were impossibly hard, both her mouth and her pussy were drooling, and they were capturing it all with their camera.

As they inserted the second of the metal gags she groaned her arousal. 

"Mmmmm. Somebody's starting to enjoy herself." Laughed Duane.

She could feel her moisture seeping into her slacks. She knew that at any minute now they would smell her and if this kept up there would be a dark wet patch for them to see too. She had never been this humiliated before, and yet never so aroused. She could do nothing but stand there and leak from both ends as the men watched and the photographer moved around her to capture the scene from all angles.

The last one. She was almost done. Almost done in more ways than one. The last one was a one piece metal bit. It had bends on the outside to fit in the corners of her mouth, holding them in a permanent smile, and a big bend with a downward tilt which pushed on the back half of her tongue forcing it down to the bottom of her mouth, effectively immobilizing it. When it had been fitted, she had a kind of slack jawed smile that was very appealing. She could close her lips, but she couldn't lose the smile.

This time when Jake was done tightening the straps, he stepped back just a bit and reached out with one thick finger. He wet it in her drool and started to gently paint her lips with it. Again and again he wet his finger and slowly, sensuously drew the moisture around her lips. When he slid his finger between her lips and ran it along her perfect straight teeth, she lost it.

The orgasm that shook her was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her whole body tensed and then released repeatedly. She lost complete control and if it hadn't been for Duane still holding her arms she would have fallen face first on the floor. Grunting and groaning, screaming, lost in her orgasm, she did not see the men watching, but they never moved their eyes away from the spectacle. Jake's finger left her lips and he pinched one of her nipples with each hand, twisting and pulling as she continued to spasm. She was riding the crest of an unending wave. She groaned, gasped, and squirted her juice into her slacks. All while the camera recorded her debasement.

The intensity of her orgasm caused her to lose consciousness. Duane and Jake, picked her up and moved her to the couch. The cuffs and gag were removed, and she was covered with a light blanket. Nobody else moved.

"What in Hell was that all about?" Followed by silence.

"I've never in all my life seen anything like that, even on the Internet"

Slowly, Jennifer floated back to reality. Her jaw and shoulders ached. Every other muscle in her body felt weak and used up. As she began to come to consciousness, she started to recall what had happened. The embarrassment and humiliation washed over her, causing her to sob into her arm. Then, she panicked. What had they done to her after the performance? Had they raped her? She jumped and quickly reached down to find that she still had her slacks on. They were soaked with her juices and she couldn't wear them home, but they were still on and she hadn't been raped.


Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 02



This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated.

This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who is a big fan of the John Norman GOR series. All references to Gor and things Gorean refer to the works of John Norman. These references are related back to Jennifer's first exposure to BDSM and how it shaped her current fantasies. 

If you have not read Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot yet, I encourage you to do so. This story will make more sense if you do, because we pick up as she returns to her apartment.






The driver broke her reverie, awakening her from a soothing nap. 

"We're back at your apartment Miss."

Opening her eyes, she was horrified to find her right hand under the short skirt playing a sonata on her still wet and oozing pussy. She jerked her hand out from under the skirt and looked quickly to the driver. He was standing there with a smile on his face, the door wide open, having seen it all.

"I hope Miss had a pleasant ride."

"Oh, yes, thank you," she mumbled.

She gathered her bag and quickly exiting the back seat. Without another word, she walked swiftly across the sidewalk and up the stairs leading to her place. Her senses were magnified, acutely aware that she was nearly naked and a sight for any passerby; Her high heels cracking like fireworks on the 4th of July as she scampered up the stairs.

Typing in the security code, she turned to look back. The driver was still watching, the same delighted grin on his face. "Fuck," she silently mumbled, and quickly entered the apartment complex. 

Arriving safely at her apartment, she entered, closed the door, dropped the bag, then turned and leaned back against the door. With her head titled back and eyes to the ceiling, a sense of relief allowed her to audibly sigh.

Exhaling a huff of air, she hoped her arrival had not awakened her roommate Steph. A check of the clock revealed it was nearly 2:30 AM. She gathered her bag, removed her heels, and tiptoed to her bedroom. She was exhausted, yet needed another shower to wash away the sweat and imagined filth from her skin. As she stripped, her phone suddenly began to sing, buried deep in the bag "What the..." she whispered, and searched through her musky clothes to retrieve it. "How...," she continued, not finishing her sentence, wondering who, what and how.

She did not recognize the number, but quickly opened the text message. With the phone in her right hand, her left flew upward to cover her mouth in shock. It was a picture of her, naked from the waist up, gagged, head thrown back, eyes rolled up, in the throes of orgasm. The text read: We have a video, also, deary. Bet mom would be proud of her darling. 616-555-..... Same time tomorrow night. Don't be late.

With a silent scream, she fell to the bed, clutching her stomach and covering her mouth at the same time.

Jennifer tossed and turned all night. She had no idea what she was going to do about the blackmailer's demand. She came from a strict family. They would never understand her posing topless, and if they saw a video of her orgasm, they would disown her instantly. She eventually fell into a fitfully sleep, but visions of Gorean slaves and the photo shoot, roamed through her dreams and she got little rest.

It was late when she finally rolled out of her bed. Steph had already gone off to her job, but had left a package and a note in the kitchenette. Jennifer read the note:

"This arrived for you just as I was leaving. Limo driver delivered it.???? 

Heard you come in late. Didn't want to wake you.

You must tell me all tonight!

Steph"

She knew instantly who had sent the package. With trembling hands she opened it and gasped. The shorts were ridiculously short. More like a thong actually. Yes, a thong with some lace material to make it into something resembling shorts. Anyone wearing them would be exposing most of her butt cheeks and hips through the lace. The top was nothing more than a strip of sheer material which passed behind her neck, crossed over her breasts and was hooked behind her back, leaving the remainder of her torso uncovered. The black platform stilettos completed the whorish outfit. Under it all lay the collar. A thin metal collar. How had they known?

The enclosed note was very specific: 

"Unless you want your mom to see the pics and video, from yesterday, you will lock the collar around your neck, put on these clothes, and be ready when the limo arrives at two. Make sure to bring the metal gag with you. We'll be waiting for you. Until then rest up, you're going to need it."

Jennifer fingered the material of the shorts, then held them up against her hips. They were her size, of course, but she saw immediately that to wear them, she would have to trim her pubes to avoid having them show through the lace. Then, with a little shiver, she picked up the collar and inspected it. It was thin metal with a D ring on three sides and a locking device on the back. As she felt the cold metal, she thought of one of her favorite Gorean characters.

Elinor Britton. She was amazed that the name came to her so quickly. They had never met, of course, because Elinor was a fictional character, yet Jennifer knew her intimately. It was the first paperback she had purchased, Slavegirl of Gor. The earthgirl on the cover, kneeling, thighs spread, and a collar of steel around her neck, from which an unbreakable chain confined her to a stake in the ground.

So many nights, in the darkness of her bedroom, Jennifer had put her hands around her own neck, feeling the imaginary steel, and fingering the fantasy lock. Then one hand would slide down and gently entice her clit from its hood until finally she would reach a crescendo. She had always stuffed a pair of clean panties in her mouth, to stifle any cry that her parents might hear. 

And now she was being ordered to encircle her own neck with a real collar. Could they know? Could these men be slavers from Gor? No, of course not. Gor was a fantasy, and besides, it would be a male that would collar his slave, and here, she was being asked to collar herself. Yet, undeniably, her pussy was reacting, the magma within, nearing a boiling point. Noooo, she cried to herself, they cannot see this happening to me!

It was starting to get late and she still needed to get herself ready. She would make sure this was the last meeting with Duane and his assistants. She needed to assert her authority. She quickly ate a light breakfast, and headed for the shower, grabbing her razor on the way in. With the steaming hot water peppering her skin she first lathered, then shaved herself down to a thin landing strip. 

Taking the wand down, she aimed the spray directly at her crotch to rinse off. Suddenly her mind flashed to the warehouse. She was standing there, half naked in front of those men. Half naked with her hands cuffed behind her back and Jake. Jake was putting the gag in her mouth and tracing her lips and teeth with his finger. Her entire body started to jerk and shake. She pressed the shower head firmly against her crotch and groaned loudly as the orgasm washed over her.

"Oh my God." She thought as she started to recover from her cum. "What is happening to me?"

She fixed her hair and applied her make-up in the mirror. There was not much she could do with her eyes though. No make-up on earth could hide that strange haunted look which was the combined result of fear, lack of sleep, and arousal. She had to look just right, however. She knew her looks could be used as a weapon, and she was not above using it against these men. 

When she put on the clothes and looked in the mirror, a total whore was looking back. Her entire butt was plainly visible through the lace, and she could see right through the top to watch her nipples harden. She had never felt so exposed or so cheap. Despite those feelings, or perhaps because of them, she felt that little tickle of arousal in the pit of her tummy. She could not go out in public like this, however, so she searched her closet and put on a light cotton wrap she usually used at the beach.

Now for the collar. She had waited until the last moment. She did not want to anger Duane, who for the moment held some damning evidence. Her fingers traced around the collar and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Examining the lock mechanism, she could see small latches, but no place for a key. She considered locking it without putting it on, making sure she could unlock it, but what if she couldn't. If she went without the collar on, Duane would ruin her life. Finally, with a sigh, she encircled her neck with the open ends in front. Looking at herself in the mirror and taking a deep breath, she pushed the ends together. CLICK. The sound of the latches connecting made her gasp. 

Immediately, she tried to pull the ends apart, twisting and turning them, pushing in and out, but nothing worked. She shuddered as she realized that she was collared until Duane released her. That realization caused the little tickle to blossom into full blown arousal. She needed to get away from the mirror and calm down before the limo arrived.

Just as that thought ran through her mind, the intercom buzzed. She quickly checked the clock and saw that it was two already. She told the driver that she would be right down, grabbed her bag, checked that she had packed the gag, and without thinking about her costume, headed out the door. 

"Jennifer?"

Turning, she saw Ben, an older friendly neighbor on the first floor. 

"Hi Ben." She answered without turning.

"Looks like you are headed out for a wild party, girl," he laughed.

"Ha, yes, swim party. Gotta run, bye!"  

Swim party, she thought. If only...

When she reached the street, the driver was standing there smiling that same smile he'd had last night. She watched his eyes as they passed up and down over her body taking in every detail, and saw the material of his slacks push out a bit as he started to harden. 

"You look very fetching today Miss" he soothed as he took her hand and helped her through the door into the limo. "I took the liberty of providing a fresh bottle of champagne for you to enjoy during the trip." This as he closed the door on her little sanctuary.

"OK." She thought. "I'm sure to need my wits about me if I'm ever going to get the video and pictures back, so I'll just have one to help calm my nerves."

She ended up having two. In her exhausted condition, that was all it took to settle her nerves and allow her to doze off. Like the night before. Her dreams were flashes of Gorean fantasy mixed with the reality of yesterday's humiliation. She was so far gone, that she didn't know they had arrived until the driver was shaking her shoulder. When she awoke, she could smell the unmistakable odor of female arousal. She opened her eyes and looked down to see a little wet spot on her shorts from her leaking juices. She quickly glanced up to the driver's face and saw that his eyes were also glued to her crotch as he roused her.

"We're here Miss" He smiled, taking his hand off her shoulder and extending it to her. "Allow me to help you out."

When she tottered into the studio this time the same crew was there. Duane walked over quickly and took her hand. 

"My. You look very good in that outfit, deary, though I don't believe the wrap was part of what you were told to wear. Let's take that off, and next time don't add anything to what you are given to wear. OK?" 

He took the loose end from the right side to remove the flimsy cotton drape. Jennifer, still a bit groggy and warm from the champagne, resisted slightly. 

"Please, wait. I followed your instructions, now please, let's just call it even and give me your word that you won't use the more revealing of the pictures from yesterday. Oh yeah, and this collar seems to be stuck. I can't get it to unlatch. Please take it off me now!"

Her left arm was still caught in the wrap, and as she twisted her body, she continued her rapid-fire resistance. 

"OK, not so fast. Now, is it a deal?" 

He tossed her wrap over a chair to the side of the photo area.

"We can talk about it later, deary. Time is money and the crew is on the clock. Now, why don't you give us a little catwalk action?"

"But..." she tried to reply, but Duane shoved her towards the cameras and she felt the need to obey this small request. Jennifer walked around the studio once to help shake off the cobwebs and then stopped in front of Duane.

"Listen Duane, I've done what you asked," she attempted to speak with authority. "I'm just here to make sure you don't do anything with those pictures and videos and then I am going to leave. You can use the pictures from early in yesterday's session if you must, but no more. If I have to, I'll go to the police. Got that?"

"Oh baby, I love it when you talk tough." He laughed. "If that's all you wanted why the sexy get-up? And why the collar? You're not here for the pictures deary. You're here for a repeat performance."

"That's not true! I just did this in response to your note and to hold up my end of the bargain. Now please, remove this collar and promise me you won't show any of these pictures and videos to anyone I know." Her tone lacked authority. She knew she was begging. 

He was doing it again. baby..honey...deary...It was so demeaning. At the mention of the collar, her hand involuntarily moved to her throat and traced round the metal.

As she was distracted, Jake moved behind her and grabbed her arms. He soon had thick metal cuffs attached to her wrists which he clipped together behind her back. The instant she was secured, her tummy began to melt. What was wrong with her? She shouldn't be responding to them this way. She wanted the pictures and then to go home, but even as these thoughts went through her mind, she pictured Gor.

"Hey, stop it! Let me go! You are doing this against my will and you can't get away with it!"

With her hands secured, both men stepped back. Suddenly there was a flash and she realized that the photographer had begun shooting again. As her nipples came to full attention, she wondered if they had the video running this time. Although she was still dressed, the sheer top did nothing to hide her excitement as the photographer continued. 

When he stepped back, Jake and Duane took over, unhooked her cuffs and clipped them to the rings on the sides of her collar. With her wrists fastened as they were, her elbows pointed down and out, she could do nothing to cover herself when Duane undid her top and pulled it off. Jennifer tried desperately to move her arms to cover her exposed breasts, but she only succeeded in pushing them together lewdly in front of her. As she did this, the men all groaned.

Duane moved in front of the bound girl, grabbed her shoulders and held her still, staring into her eyes. She felt one pair of hands hold her hips steady as another pair hooked the waistband of her shorts and started pulling them down over her hips. OH GAWD. There were three of them on her now. Slowly the shorts were pulled down her legs until they reached her ankles. Then each foot was lifted in turn to allow their complete removal. When the men stepped back, the camera clicked wildly.

"Please, stop! Let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone and you can just keep these photos for whatever purpose you have! I'm not kidding," she yelled. "Let me go or you are going to regret it!"

"Honey, you're making this difficult, which is perfect! By the time we splice together the footage from the video, it will be a major hit on the Internet. "Struggling School Girl." You will be famous, baby!"

"Nooo, I don't want to be this kind of famous. Let me go!"

But her struggles were futile against Duane and his crew. Before she knew what they were doing, they had fitted her into a black armbinder. Once it was secured, Jake pulled Jennifer's arms up into a strappado position. She had never felt so exposed. Bent into this position, her naked ass and pussy were displayed for all to see. She couldn't get her head up to see in front of her, but she could still turn to the side and when she did she saw that Jake was moving towards the bag she brought along. He reached inside and she groaned to see him pull out the metal gag. With a wide grin, he approached her and said, "Open wide."

Jennifer had to make a stand. She was not a willing participant in this humiliating event. She clamped her jaws tight. Jake looked to Duane for advice and raised his eyebrows. Without a word, Duane walked over to Jennifer, within inches of her face, pulled out his cell. 

"What was that number? Oh yes, 616-555 ... "

Jennifer knew he would complete the call. 

"Please, no, I'll open, but please make this quick and let me go." 

She opened her mouth and felt the metal touch her lips and teeth. At the same moment, she felt a finger trace along her pussy lips. She jerked in her bondage and wailed in protest. 

"God. There's something about this gag that really flips her switch." said Duane. "Never saw anything like it." 

Arms locked together behind her, doubled at the waist with the metal bit in her teeth, Jennifer was now almost oblivious to her surroundings. Her rational brain was shutting down, replaced by a more primal consciousness. A consciousness centered on sex. She felt her pussy flood with juice and a small rivulet run down her thigh, causing her to moan in despair; Horrified that her body was betraying her.

She heard the clink of the chain before she saw it. How did they know? She moaned unintelligibly around the metal bit as Jake attached a length of chain between the front of her collar and an eyebolt in the floor. Metal collar, arms bound, chained to the ground. Slavers of Gor. Another flood of her juices escaped to trickle down her leg. 

Every eye was glued to her in her predicament. The photographer moved around her taking shot after shot. Front, side, and several from the rear. She was so humiliated by her position. She knew that those pictures would clearly show her wet pussy, there was nothing she could do to quell the moisture

When the flashes stopped, she assumed that she was about to be subjected to a different bondage device, but instead she felt a tentative touch to her exposed rear. She tried to turn. Tried to see what was going on, but was virtually immobilized by her position. Although she struggled, she felt the hand move across and cup her sex. She knew her moisture would give her away, and that was confirmed when she felt a finger stroke along her pussy lips.

"hmmm. Nice and wet. I think she's ready" 

"pgueeeze gnooo. Ai gnaaa irgin!" She frantically cried.

"What did she say?" Jake asked.

"I think she said she's a virgin. Is that true, slut?"

"essss, pgueeeeze..."

"Well, I'll be. This just gets curiouser and curiouser," laughed Duane. "Now then, this is your chance baby, would you like us to take your precious virginity? Free of charge. Just think of it as a perk of the job."

"gnooooooooo" She cried aloud.

"Your words say No, but your body says yes, slut."

"gnooooooo, eeeze gnoooooooooo," she begged and wriggled in despair.

"No worries, deary. We don't want an unwilling slut. It won't be long before you beg us to take that cherry; Plenty of time."

Unable to resist either physically or mentally, she felt the fat finger slip easily along her lips, spreading her moisture all around her cunt. Yes that's what it was now, a cunt. Slowly the finger spread her wetness up and down until it finally reached her clit. As she felt it make contact and start to slowly circle around, she moaned and coughed into her gag.

"Oh Ghhod, pguese" She formed the words carefully around the metal in her mouth. "PGUESE GNO" Was the best she could do before she came to a shattering climax. Her knees buckled and she dropped towards the floor, suspended by her bound arms. The flood of her juices ran down over her clit, allowing the finger to continue sliding round and round, extending her orgasm and causing her to continue to spasm until she passed out.




Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 02



When she awoke, she was alone on the couch and Duane was standing looking down. She caught a strong scent of musk, and realized that it could only have been herself she smelled. She was naked except for the heels.

"Here's a towel deary. Go get cleaned up."

Every muscle in her body ached from the strain she had been under. Her pussy was caked with dried cum. 

"Did you..." she could not say it.

"Did I what, baby?"

"Did you, did you take my virginity," she sniffled

"You mean, did we fuck your worthless cunt? Is that what you mean?"

She nodded, using the towel to cover her body as much as possible.

"Ha. No. I told you before; We don't do things like that. That would be rape. I won't take your precious virginity until you ask me to do so, on camera, so there are no doubts. Now, go get cleaned up." 

She pushed herself into a seated position, noticing immediately that she was still wearing the collar, and then stood and limped to the showers. She spent a long time scrubbing their cum off, wanting to make sure she got every bit cleaned away.

When she came out of the shower, she found another outfit ready for her to wear. This time it was a skin tight latex mini dress with a low scooped neckline and a hemline just two inches below her pussy. She had some difficulty pulling it on and slipping into her shoes before she walked out into the main warehouse and sat down on the couch. 

"You took long enough slut. Hurry up," Duane spoke with impatience in his voice, as he approached from the front office.

She looked up at him, a dazed look, mouth agape.

"Take out your earrings. Move it!" Like a robot, she did so, setting the pearl studs on the arm of the couch.

"Hold back your hair." 

She could see he was holding two earrings. She'd had her ears pierced last year, against her strict parent's wishes. It was a necessity, she'd told them, when she started modeling jewellery. These earrings had dangling black disks and on the disks there was a word. When her eyes focused, she made a sudden intake of breath. "SLUT" was written on both sides of each disk. She was riveted to the spot by fear and arousal as Duane fitted the earrings into the piercings in her lobes. Not unlike the sound of permanence when she shut the collar, these earrings had a CLICK sound when he hooked them to her lobes.

"These stay in. It takes a special tool to remove them without cutting them." He explained. "And don't you dare cut them. Now, pull your hair back into a pony tail" he instructed, handing her a scrunchy.

"Perfect" He smiled. "Time for you to go."

She could feel them dangling, hitting against her neck on both sides. With her hair pulled back, she knew that they were visible to anyone who looked at her face. 

"OK, Duane, if the pictures are over, please take this collar off me so I can go home," she tried to speak with an authority she did not feel.

"Nope; Collar stays on same as the earrings." Stated as a matter of fact. "We'll probably remove both when you come tomorrow night but it depends. Oh, and let's not be too informal, shall we deary. Sir or Master are the more appropriate ways to address me and the crew."

Her face burned with the heat of her pending humiliation. How was she ever going to go to school tomorrow? How could she ever hide this collar and these earrings? Why? Why was her pussy tingling at the thought of this intense humiliation? 

"I can't come tomorrow night. I have a Macroeconomics class on Monday evenings. 7 to 10. Mid-terms are only a week away. I can't miss any of those classes. I'll fail." She pleaded. "Really, I can't." And as she looked at his impassive face, she added, "Sir."

"I'll text you." Duane replied.

When she got to the door the limo was there. Again the driver gave her the once over with his eyes as he led her out and opened the door for her. There was a fresh bottle of champagne in the limo and she finished half of it on the way back to the city. For the second night in a row, she was late getting in. Steph had left a note on her pillow. 

Jen;

This is two nights in a row. What's going on? Is it a new man, or is there something wrong?

Let's talk at b'fst. K?

Steph.

She had no idea what she was going to tell her roomie. No idea how she was going to go to school, No idea what was coming next. She fell asleep fingering the collar on her neck and imagining the three moons of Gor.



Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 03



This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated.

This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who is a big fan of the John Norman Gor series. All references to Gor and things Gorean refer to the works of John Norman. These references are related back to Jennifer's first exposure to BDSM and how it shaped her current fantasies. 

If you have not read Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot chapters one and two yet, I encourage you to do so. This story will make more sense if you do.





Jennifer stood in her room looking into the mirror as the morning sun streamed through the window. She could see in her face, that she had not slept well, and she knew Steph would see it too. She could also see the the collar which Duane had made her wear. She knew it was futile, but she tugged at the collar anyway and was not surprised when it did not open. She had pulled out the scrunchy and let her luxurious dark hair fall around her shoulders, effectively covering the earrings. 

But the collar was going to be a problem. She had tried one of her scarves but the shape of the metal was clearly visible through the thin silk. She would have to skip class today. There seemed to be no alternative, unless she wanted to show up and answer the inevitable questions about her neck-wear. Why had she ever gone to that shoot? Why had she let them do these things to her? What was she going to do?

Photo shoot... A story began to form in her mind. Fleeting at first, then better as she fleshed it out. Yes. Photo shoot. She had been at the jewelery shoot, and they were doing necklaces. She had been looking around and found this weird "necklace" One of the cute lighting guys had dared her to put it on, and, as a lark, she had clipped it around her neck. Nobody had a key to remove it and it was too late for a locksmith, so she still had it on. Yeah. Steph will buy that. But she still couldn't go to class. The only thing critical today was Macro. Missing one day of anything except that was no biggie, but if she had to miss more, there would be a problem. She had to do something about the collar.

She slipped on her sleeping tee, and feeling confident in her story, padded barefoot into the kitchen, just as Steph came out, ready for class.

"'Sup girl? You have been late the last couple nights. Hot date?" She asked. Then "Hey what's that thing around your neck?" as her eyes fell on the collar.

Jennifer relayed her fabricated story inserting a little "That'll teach me to take dares." at the end for effect, then held her breath to see if Steph had swallowed it.

"Oh My God. That is the funniest thing ever." Steph howled. "Here, let me see." 

Before Jennifer could resist, Stephanie had her hand at the front of the collar, fingering the ring. Afraid that her roomie would see the earrings, Jenn turned away with a feigned laugh.

"That thing looks like solid steel, Jen," commented Steph. "Wait..wait.. Remember Ben on the first floor? Remember he fixed my bike when it broke. Maybe he can figure out how to get the collar off."

Yes. Why hadn't she thought of that herself? It must be lack of sleep. Sure. Ben. He was a little older than she was, but he had helped Steph that time. The only bad part was that she would now have to repeat the fabricated story to someone else, chancing that they would believe it. She was so excited at the prospect of getting the collar off, that she rushed to her room, pulled up a pair of shorts and ran out the door. It wasn't until she had knocked at Ben's door that she realized that in her haste, she had forgotten to put on a bra.

"Oh well. It's only Ben. He probably won't even notice." She rationalized as the door cracked open.

"Jennifer. Good morning." He beamed. "Did you enjoy the swim party yesterday? To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from you?

"I was hoping you could help me with a little problem. May I come in?"

Ben invited her in and they sat at the dinette. Jennifer went through her fabricated story and then, reminding him of how he helped with Steph's bike, asked if he could try to get the collar off. When she was done, Ben sat back in his chair and looked her straight in the eye.

"That's a very nice story, Jennifer." He said. "But I know it's not true. I watched you leave yesterday, remember? I saw that collar on you before you left the apartment complex. I don't need the details of what happened or when, but I certainly don't appreciate being lied to."

"I'm sorry Sir" The Sir slipping out unbidden. "It's just so embarrassing" She continued casting her eyes down submissively.

Ben told her it was OK, patted her shoulder and asked her to swivel her chair so he could take a look. He parted her hair and asked her to hold it forward so he could inspect the collar latch. Without thinking she grabbed her hair and pulled it up away from her neck. When she heard a little grunt from Ben and felt his fingers move to her earlobe, she realized her mistake. She had exposed her earrings to him. She suddenly felt her face go red hot with humiliation as Ben swiveled her chair around again to look into her face.

"Slut? Is that how you really got this collar, by acting like a slut? Or did some Master put it on you and you want to disobey?"

"It's all a mistake." Jennifer sobbed. "It's just a big misunderstanding, that's all" 

Ben's eyes drilled into hers, until she looked back down at her lap.

"Well. The fastest way would be to drill it out, but that would wreck it. Do you want that?" He asked

"NOOO. No, we can't wreck it. That would never do." She pleaded.

"Then I will have to pick it, but that is going to take some time and some skill. How do you suggest I get repaid for my time and skill slut?" He sneered.

Caught completely off guard, Jennifer didn't know how to answer. Didn't know what he could want. Ben reached up and hooked his finger in the D ring pulling Jennifer towards him.

"Tell you what slut. You have been teasing me, prancing in and out of here half naked, since you moved in. In fact you had the nerve to show up here this morning in a shirt and no bra. So if you want my help you will have to remove your top while I work, and when I unsnap the collar, you'll have to jerk me off as my final reward."

Jennifer was stunned. She had never meant to tease Ben. He had always seemed so nice. After her ordeal in the warehouse, she could do the topless thing, but jacking him off? She would actually have to touch his penis. It would squirt out his stuff, and where would it go? But even as these thoughts flew through her mind, she felt the little tickle that signified he had ignited her libido.

"No. That wouldn't be right. I won't touch your penis. I can't do that. This is blackmail Sir. Please don't make me do anything like that." Again with the Sir.

"Your choice. You can see yourself out slut. Good bye."

He had her and he knew it. She couldn't attend class with the collar, and couldn't get out of it without servicing her neighbor. Oh God. What was she going to do? How could she ever face him again if she submitted? She was so distracted by her thoughts that she didn't notice that Ben had grabbed the bottom of her tee and pulled it up until her breasts were actually exposed. She grabbed the hem and yanked down against him to cover herself. 

"No. Please. Don't make me." She pleaded.

"I'm your only hope Jennifer, take it or leave it."

"ok." In a little voice. "ok"

"All right then. Stand up, face me and off with it." He commanded.

She couldn't look him in the face as she pulled the tee over her head, and stood there topless in front of him. Ben got up and walked over into the living room. When he came back out, he was carrying a long framed mirror. He set the mirror against the wall, moved Jennifer's chair in front of it and told her to sit. As she did, Ben retrieved his tools from the cupboard and then sat in his chair at her back. When she looked in the mirror, Jennifer could see Ben's smiling face behind her shoulder. She immediately realized, that the mirror was for Ben to look at her face and breasts as he worked. The pervert. 

She could feel Ben's arms resting on her bare back as he worked and the intimate touch humiliated her even more. It was pure agony, knowing her pussy was juicing and that her musk was filling the air.

After almost half an hour of poking and prodding, she heard a CLICK and the collar was open. When she reached up to grab the collar, Ben slid his hands around her sides and grabbed both her breasts. Pinching her nipples between his index and middle fingers he started a quick finger-walk motion that stimulated her nipples and caused her to gasp. Jennifer immediately jumped to her feet and pulled her tee over her front, glad that the humiliation was at an end.

"Slow down there slut." Ben admonished. "You're free, so now it's time for my pay off. Put down the collar and shirt and stand here in front of me. Hands down. I can always snap the collar back on, can't I?"

Jennifer was mortified as she complied. Ben stood, opened his pants and pulled out his hardening cock. 

"Take it in your hands Jen." He whispered. "That's it squeeze it a bit." 

She couldn't believe that she was standing there half naked fondling her neighbor's penis. She had never touched a penis before. Sure, there had been some heavy petting with some boys, but always with clothes on. She had rubbed one of the boys through his jeans, but only for a few seconds. Now she had a man's bare hard cock in her hands. It was so hard and yet so soft at the same time, and the skin almost seemed to be unattached as it slid along the rigid insides. Just standing there holding it was starting to arouse her. 

"Stroke it." He rasped

"No. Please. I don't know how. I've never....."

She felt his hand move between them and grip her wrist, moving it back and forth causing the skin of his penis to slide. 

"That's it baby. Squeeze a little tighter. That's it. Slow and steady. Use both hands now."

She now had both hands on his penis and was stroking it slowly. Ben brought his hands up and started to kneed her breasts, and pull her nipples causing her to groan. As humiliating as this was, she felt a warmth in her center and her arousal began to rebuild. She started to fantasize that she was doing this to a boy she liked. That she was touching and stroking his penis after a date, and her pussy began to melt. 

"You like?" Ben whispered in her ear.

"No." She whimpered. "I don't want to do this. Not with you."

"I don't care what you want." He hissed. A deal is a deal, so just keep stroking.

And she did, slowly in and out from the base to the head, until she felt something wet and slippery on her hands. Thinking that he had climaxed, she stopped and took her hands away.

"What are you doing?" He barked. "Get back to work."

"You already squirted your stuff." She replied stepping back. "I'm done."

"That's just my pre-come you silly bitch get your hands back on me and finish it."

Jennifer didn't know anything about men's ejaculate, and she was wondering what he meant by pre-come. Didn't men just squirt when they came? As these questions passed through her mind, she continued to pull and stroke Ben's member with both her hands, as he fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples. She could hear his breath start to come in short gasps. Suddenly, Ben's whole body went rigid, he groaned loudly, and a jet of thick white liquid shot from the end of his cock onto her tummy and legs. Not knowing what else to do, she kept stroking and was rewarded by another jet, then another, and finally just a dribble spreading on her hands. 

"OK. Stop. Stop." He gasped. "You can go now."

She was barely able to get her shirt back on before he had unceremoniously pushed her out into the hall. When she looked down, she could see that his cum had soaked through her shirt already, and that her hands and legs were shiny with his wetness. Mortified, she quickly looked around, and seeing no one, made a dash for her apartment. She burst through the door and ran for the bathroom, hoping that Steph would not see her. 

She started the shower and stripped. The hot water and soap made short work of Ben's cum, and it was soon washed down the drain, but she couldn't wash her memories away; holding his thick hard cock in her hands; the feeling of the skin sliding back and forth; Her nipples tingling as he worked them over. Without even thinking, she pulled the shower wand down and lifted one foot to the edge of the tub. When she pressed the wand to her pussy, the pulsating flood of water pushed her over the top and she moaned through her orgasm. As she hung up the wand, she hoped Steph had gone to class and not heard her cum. How would she ever explain that? It would be too humiliating.

Wrapped in a towel, she headed to her room to dress. Just as she was walking in, her phone chimed a text. She sucked in her breath as she recognized Duane's number.

"Slut. 

You may go to class tonight. 

My reward for this generosity is that you will shave your pussy bald.

Send a picture within 30 mins to prove compliance.

Master D"

"Sir. Please. Bald? I have to keep some hair. Please."

"Slut. 29 mins or else I call your mom. Tick tock"

Shave her pussy? Bald? She had always trimmed her hair so it wouldn't show in bikinis, but never totally bald. She was certain good girls did not do this.

She really needed to go to class, and she couldn't let him send any of those photos to her mom. Back in the bathroom, she put a fresh blade in the razor, lathered herself up and set to work. It took longer than she expected to shave carefully around her lips and clit. Her hands were shaking and she certainly didn't want to cut herself "down there". Suddenly a picture of her sitting in the college clinic with her legs spread and a young doctor inspecting her pussy and pulling at her lips, smiling as he told her she needed to be more careful when she was shaving and her face was hot with shame. 

Shower on, she pulled the wand down and directed it to her hairless crotch. OH MY. So different. She felt herself rising to another delicious cum, when she remembered the deadline. Quickly drying off, she ran back to her room and grabbed her phone. A picture. She had two minutes left. Duane hadn't been specific. He already had enough on her for blackmail, she didn't want to give him any more. She knew that if she took a close-up, one that didn't show her face, even if he tried to use it, he could never prove it was her. It could be anybodies. Right?

She quickly snapped the close-up and sent it to Duane's number, just under the deadline. Almost instantly, her phone chimed.

"Slut. 

That was close.

I was ready to send this to mom.

Next time I want to see your face.

Master D"

Attached was a picture of her strappado in the armbinder. When she zoomed in, she could see that her face was contorted and her eyes were rolled up in orgasmic bliss. Oh God. If mom ever saw that.....

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. She was glad of the free time to do a bit of studying, but every time she moved around, her panties reminded her of her denuded state, causing a tingle in belly.

Class was quite full when she arrived and she ended up sitting in the second-last row, between to nondescript guys. Jennifer had struggled with this course all semester and next week's midterm would be a deciding factor for her. She needed to concentrate, but, after her weekend ordeal, she could hardly keep her eyes open. She saw and heard the instructor, but the content bypassed her conscious mind. As she watched him move and talk, she thought of how cute he was. He had a swimmer's body, strong arms, nice broad shoulders tapering to a thin waist. Cute face. 

Her mind started to wander. Wander back to Ben's cock in her hand. So hard. So soft. Sliding the skin back and forth over the hardness. She wondered what her instructor's cock looked like. She thought of pictures she had seen on the Internet, and knew that there were lots of different sizes and shapes. Which one did his look like? Would it feel the same as Ben's if she stroked it? Eyes closed, lost in her reverie she heard one of the boys beside her start to giggle. 

She snapped out of her daydream and opened her eyes. The boys were both looking at her and smirking. When she looked down, she realized that her hand had made it's way down to the crotch of her jeans and had been rubbing between her legs. She was suddenly aware of the scent of her arousal wafting around them.

"Wow. I've never enjoyed Macro. So much as I have tonight." this from her left. "Wanna come over to our place and cram for the midterm? I'm sure we could have a lot of fun."

She was horrified by what they had just seen. What had gotten into her? How could she ever come to this class again? Her face and neck went white hot with humiliation, she picked up her books and ran from the room. There was no alternative now. She would have to drop this course and pick it up another semester. She could never go back in there with those boys. Not after what she had done, what they had seen.

When she got back to her room, she threw her books on the desk and fell onto the bed sobbing. What was happening to her? What was she becoming? How had Duane changed her so much in just two nights? These questions and more swirled around her brain as she cried herself to sleep.

It was after midnight when she awoke. She had slept through her primary study hours and had not had a thing to eat since lunch. Her eyes felt puffy and the events of the past few days left her lethargic and unmotivated.

As she left her room to go to the bathroom, Steph came around the corner in her typical long white T, barefoot, her legs long and tanned. She had a toothbrush in her mouth. She stopped and the two roomies looked at each other.

"Hey, Jenn. You look awful. What's wrong, hon?"

For a moment, Jennifer considered unburdening her heavy load. They had had their disagreements over the first months of the school year, but still... Just last Friday, they had gone clubbing together, teasing every guy that showed interest, safe in each other's presence. 

Stephanie had moved closer to her roomie, and tenderly reached up to touch her neck. "Hey, looks like Ben was successful, so that's good, right?"

Steph's soft touch had broken Jennifer's reverie, and she was able to whisper, "Yeah, I guess."

"Hey, come on, what else is the problem? Maybe I can help," and Steph moved her fingers casually away from Jennifer's neck, and in the process brushed Jenn's hair to the side.

Stephanie's sharp intake of breath, followed by "What the fuck," broke the moment and Jenn realized what her roomie had seen.

"It's nothing, Steph, just part of that stupid photo shoot that got weird," Jennifer tried to sound calm, as she pivoted away from her friend.

"A collar and SLUT earrings? What kind of a shoot are you doing?" Stephanie asked, as she followed Jennifer into the bathroom. 

On the fly, Jennifer responded, "It's one of those 'bad girl' ads, you know, meant to attract the guys not interested in the girl-next-door. I just forgot to take them off."

"You forgot all day?"

"Yeah, well, things have been kinda crazy, and with midterms next week and these late night shoots, you know." Jenn needed a shower and Stephanie did not appear to be letting up. "I'm starved, can we talk later?"

"Um, yeah, sure, just trying to help."

"I know and I appreciate it, but everything is OK. Really."

As Jennifer headed to the kitchen, she knew her roomie was still staring and that her explanations had been weak, at best. But there was no way she was going to tell all to Steph. Jenn was sure she could handle it herself.



Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 04



This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated.

This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who is a big fan of the John Norman Gor series. All references to Gor and things Gorean refer to the works of John Norman. These references are related back to Jennifer's first exposure to BDSM and how it shaped her current fantasies. 

If you have not read the previous chapters of Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot, I encourage you to do so. This story will make more sense if you do.

--------------------- Tuesday 11:50 a.m.

"...pages 253 through 312 for next time." 

Jennifer's mind was thousands of miles away. She had heard nothing of the lecture, her mind on Duane, the afternoon photo session, her collar, her earrings, and her leaking pussy. 

She had successfully avoided her roomie this morning, a minor victory in a series of several defeats. 

No one had spoken to her during the class, which was outside of her major, so it was unlikely anyone knew her. With her hair down, the earrings were almost invisible to a casual observer. The opened collar was in her bag.

With class over, she picked up her notepad, grabbed her bag and walked from the lecture hall, stopping abruptly at the door. A text message: 

"slut.

2PM. I know your class is over.

The latex dress and shoes. Nothing else.

Master D"

How had he known her class had just ended. She looked around, left and right, for a sign that he was watching, but saw nothing before hurrying home.

Her mind had been a million miles away all morning. She couldn't recall a single thing about her classes. Now she stood in front of her mirror, fingering the metal collar and looking at herself in the latex dress. It was almost two and the driver was always prompt. She wrapped the dreaded collar around her delicate throat and pushed the latch together. There was a moment of panic when the lock did not close. She started to sweat. Had Ben damaged it? What would Duane do? Oh God noooooo. She tried again, and there it was. CLICK. She was saved. Saved, or doomed? She asked herself. The intercom buzzed and she pranced over to answer, remembering only at the last second to grab her scrunchy to tie back her hair and expose her ears.

"Limo" was all the voice said when she answered.

The staccato of her heels echoed down the corridor as she rushed, trying to get out before anyone from the complex saw her. She didn't make it. Two young teens stared in open-mouthed awe as she passed. Remembering the sight of her would be the cause of at least one wet dream tonight. Ben was standing in his doorway as she passed.

"See you got it back on OK." He chided. "I'm always available to help you get it off again, if you help me get off again." He called to her back as she hustled out the door, her face burning in shame.

The driver took her hand at the door and guided her towards the limo. She wanted to hurry into the sanctuary of the back seat, but he was forcing her to walk agonizingly slowly along the sidewalk. Two men walked past, clearly ogling her in her slutty attire, and nudging one another as they read her earrings. As she saw them leer, she felt her stomach do a flip. Why was this humiliation becoming so exciting. What was happening to her psyche?

Finally, she was sitting back in the quiet, cool comfort of the limo headed smoothly down the highway to the suburbs. As she sipped her first glass of champaign, she recalled the first time she had taken this ride. Recalled how she had wished for a time when it would become the norm for her to ride in limos and drink fine wines. But she had never wished for it to be like this. She had wished to be a top model, not to be the plaything of a crew of BDSM company. Had never wished to be blackmailed, controlled and humiliated by a group of men.

At least she had gotten the last laugh about the collar and earrings. Even though she had paid a heavy price to Ben, she was still a virgin, and she had avoided having to wear that humiliating collar to school. As she pondered this, she wondered why the wine was going directly to her head today, until she realized that she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. By the time they reached the warehouse, she had a nice buzz going which helped to bolster her courage.

"Today, this ends." She said to herself. "Enough is enough. I will demand they give me the pictures and set me free."

Feeling both the wine and her courage, she waited until the driver opened the door, then swung her legs out and offered her hand for his assistance. He graciously took it and led her into the office. 

Duane stood up from his desk and welcomed her as though nothing was out of the ordinary. "Are you looking forward to today's shoot?"

"Actually, Sir, can we talk first?"

"Sure, but let's talk as we walk," he replied, stepping around his desk and entering her space. 

She was going to reply when he reached out for her collar. 

"Here, let's get that off, OK?" 

Jennifer was so surprised, she just stood there, mouth agape. Maybe everything was going to be just fine, maybe she would not have to confront him again.

After the collar was removed, he reached for her earrings. Using a special tool he removed those, also. 

"There, I bet you feel half naked without your jewellery," he laughed.

"Um, yeah, thank you," so relieved to be free of those humiliating items, Jenn was totally relaxed for the first time in days. 

"The guys are waiting," he said, and taking her hand, led her from the office to the photo studio area. "You had something you wanted to say?"

"Oh, I guess not," she replied, clicking along in her heels, feeling free.

On the set a lone armchair was standing, the rest of the crew busy with the lighting, reflective screens, and sound equipment.

"Peel down your top and have a seat, would you deary?"

"But wait," Jenn responded, suddenly on guard. "I thought you knew that..."

"Come on, babe, no worries. I do you a favor, you do me a favor, you know, tit for tat, right? 

Duane's voice was suddenly stern. He looked her directly in the eyes, knowing she was thinking of a response. 

She had never heard of that expression, tit for tat. Her tit had no tat! 

When she lowered her gaze, he knew he had won again. She lowered her top, bunching the latex around her waist, and sat on the chair. No one seemed to be watching her, as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Duane had walked away from the set, returning to his office.

She sat there, legs together, arms crossed. They had seen her like this before, so she was not unduly worried. 

When Duane returned, he had a manila envelope, and called out

"Ready guys?"

Suddenly two of the crew grabbed her arms and quickly strapped them to the arms of the chair.

"Wha..." she started to say, struggling against the bonds. 

She had not finished one word when one of the guys forced a horrible ring gag into her opened mouth. When her right arm was immobilized, Jake came around the front of the struggling Asian and hooking his fingers inside the latex outfit, pulled it off, leaving Jennifer completely naked except for the heels.

Her struggling was in vain, in just a few moments, both arms and both legs were strapped to the chair. A leather band was strapped across her lower stomach, another just below her breasts, and a third across her neck, effectively immobilizing her in the chair. The entire time she was wriggling and protesting through the gag.Duane just stood there looking through some pictures. 

"I have a few photos you might like to see," he said, looking at the shocked model.

When he showed her the first, immediately followed by several more, she almost choked. They were shots of her at school last night and this morning. Shots that clearly showed that she had let her hair down and that the collar was not locked to her neck. With a wild look of a trapped animal, she looked up at him.

"I thought the instructions were quite plain." Duane growled. "Hair back, ears exposed, collar on. Yes?"

She just stared back. 

"Yes?" he shouted at her.

"ess," she managed through the gag. 

The hope she had felt just a few minutes ago was gone and replaced with debilitating fear.

"Well I can see that you followed at least one of my instructions." Duane remarked as he stared between her spread legs.

He walked over and rubbed his hand over her smooth flesh. When he pressed a finger further down, he could feel her dampening. She squirmed under his ministrations, knowing she would not be able to resist. 

"eeese, gnnnooo," she whined. Duane simply chuckled. 

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw an Hispanic girl in a smock enter the studio. Jennifer was confused. What were they going to do to her? Who was this woman? Then with a rattle she heard a cart being pushed in and saw scissors, clippers and combs on a tray.

"Slut disobeyed, Juanita. Be sure nothing covers the ears." Duane instructed.

OH GOD. They were going to take her hair. Her long beautiful hair. Nobody wanted Asian models with short hair. This would kill her modeling career. "Ohhhhh nooooooooo," as she heard the noise of the clippers

"This is beautiful thick hair" The beautician sighed. "Such a shame to waste it, no? If I cut it short, I can make good money selling your tresses for extensions."

Jennifer moaned, whimpered and cried, all to no avail. The woman gathered a large hank of hair from about her ear and snipped it close to the scalp, providing her with a handful of luxurious dark hair at least 18" long. After carefully laying it on the cart, she repeated the process until she had removed all of Jennifer's long hair along each side of her head. She could sell this hair for hundreds, maybe even a thousand dollars. Then with scissors and clippers, her hair was styled into a short cut on the side, with a swirl of longer hair at the top. Her ears were totally exposed and there would be nothing she could do to hide them.

Jennifer moaned, whimpered and cried in anguish. 

"Actually, Sir," Juanita said to Duane, "if you are accentuating her ears, let's add some highlighting. I suggest a red or henna color, giving the look of a fire and heat."

"Excellent suggestion. Do it."

Jennifer could not believe the conversation. How could it get any worse? She was helpless and they were doing things to her without her permission. And yet, the description the beautician gave of fire and heat almost exactly matched the style of Gorean slaves, where a common hairstyle was called a Slave Flame. How could this be! Surely it was just a coincidence. But the fire in her loins grew hotter at the thought.

For over two hours, the woman worked on Jennifer's mane. Jenn sobbed throughout. The woman went out to her car to get the highlighting materials, and brushed streaks of red from Jenn's temple and over the ears. 

Duane and his crew filmed the entire operation, making comments that cut Jennifer to her soul. Several times, Duane wiped his fingers along the streams of juice that continued to leak from her pussy. Once he said, 

"Beg me to take your virginity, and I will."

"nggoo," she moaned, "nngggoooo."

While the highlighting set, he insisted Jennifer take his wet finger repeatedly in her gagged mouth, licking it clean, tasting her own love nectar. The threat of removing even more hair ensured her complete obedience. 

During the few minutes when she was left alone, Jennifer wept in despair. She had been growing her hair since she was 15. Washing it, conditioning it, combing it every night, and now, just like that, it was taken away to be sold to some stranger. How could she face anyone like this?

She could hear Duane and the beautician talking to the side, out of sight. Giving Jennifer no time to recover from the shock, Juanita walked over to Jennifer and said, "Don't move. Keep very still so I don't make a mistake."

Jennifer immediately recognized the tool that Juanita had. It was a piercing gun. As she spoke, Jennifer made it clear through her movement and mis-formed words that she was totally against this. But bound as she was, there was nothing she could do to stop the further mutilation of her ear. She felt the cold steel of a tool pressed around her left ear and SNAP, a sharp pain causing Jennifer to squeal in anguish. 

Without delay, the beautician pierced her ear three more times and inserted increasingly smaller rings, all the way to the top of her ear, leaving only the bottom, original pierced hole, open. Her poor ear, it felt on fire!

As she was steeped in pity, Duane walked into her field of view. 

"Thank you, Juanita. That will be all. Jake, please include a nice tip. We may need her services again."

"My pleasure, Sir. Call me anytime," and she and Jake departed.

Duane spoke. "I am not without compassion, deary, but some sacrifices must be made by both of us if we are to effectively promote your modeling career. Wearing the SLUT rings is hot as hell, but probably not too practical for classes and other social events. It gives you the bad girl look we are trying to develop, but in public, well, lets just say that I don't want anyone else to take your cherry before you beg me to do it, right?" He grinned from ear to ear." So we need some alternatives and a plan."

Jenn just stared at him, unsure of where this was going.

"The multiple rings in your left ear will make it clear you are a slut, but they are merely decorations. The lower hole, well, it is primary. I will allow you three choices for your primary piercings."

He held two earrings before her. One was a dangling chain with a silver S hanging like a charm. The other was simply a large silver hoop.

"Your first choice is the large hoops. Guys call these fuck-me-hoops. You know why? The wire penetrating your lobe symbolizes ... " 

Jennifer was no longer listening. She knew it already and was stunned. How could this be? It was a Gorean reference once again! How does he know this? The sexual symbolism she knew it by rote and the exact words flooded through her brain. 

"The penetrability of her sweet flesh is advertised upon her body, a proclamation of her ready vulnerability, in incitement of male raping" 

"...are you listening, slut? Pay attention!" 

"Your second choice is the dangling S's. One S is for Slut, the other for Slave. If you are ever asked what the letters stand for, you must respond Slut and Slave. No other answer is acceptable. " 

"I need you to pay attention to me and I need to hear you respond," Duane said in an forceful manner. "And you are a college student for God's sake, respond in full sentences as if you were answering a professor." 

He reached behind her head to undo the gag, lifting it from her very sore and dry mouth, then released her other bonds. 

"Don't try to cover yourself. Keep your legs parted and arms on the chair. Look at me!"

"Listen closely slut. Your ears will always be ringed with either the silver hoops or the dangling S's or unlocked versions of the SLUT rings I removed earlier. Remember that always means always, even when you take a shower. Always means day and night. The only time your ears are unadorned with one of these three rings is when you are exchanging them. Understand?. Always. Always your ears are ringed."

"Yes, Sir, I understand your expectations about the earrings." Duane nodded his approval.

"When you are in school or walking to school, or leaving school, you will wear the S dangles. Got it?"

"Yes Sir. I will wear only the S's to school."

"When we are together, or when you prepare to come to a shoot, you will insert the SLUT rings. Is that clear?" She dumbly nodded yes.

"Answer me aloud, slut!"

"Yes, Sir! I will wear the SLUT earrings whenever we are together."

"When you are at home or any other social gathering, you may switch to the hoops, or stay with the dangles. That is up to you. Do you understand these directions?"

"Yes, Sir socially I may chose either of the other two."

"Which do you prefer to wear for the rest of the shoot and to wear home? I will put the other two pairs in your tote bag." He looked at her sternly, expecting an answer.

"Your instructions require me to wear the SLUT rings, but I would prefer to wear the hoops, Sir."

"Very good," and she felt the metal pins penetrate her ear lopes, one after another, as he adorned her ears with the silver circles. She felt her pussy respond, the penetration of her lobes having far reaching effects. The hoops were larger than anything she had ever worn before. She had seen other girls with such large hoops, and recalled thinking 'slut' each time.

"Now we just have the little matter of the collar. That collar was supposed to stay on, wasn't it slut?" He hissed.

"Yes...Sir."

Duane walked over to her bag and pulled her cum covered tee from it. She was totally dumbfounded. How could it be in her bag? She had bunched it up and thrown it into the dirty clothes hamper. How in the world did Duane get it? 

"Hmm. Becoming a real little slut, aren't we? Who did you have to blow to get him to take off the collar? Must have been something, judging by the huge load of cum on your shirt. Or maybe it was just a hand job. A little thank you for services rendered. Is that it slut?"

She simply moaned, knowing Duane was correct about everything. But at the mention of the hand job, her mind flashed back to Ben's hard prick in her small thin fingers, to his juice squirting on her tummy, dribbling on her hands, and she felt her pussy leak just a little more juice onto the chair. 

"We just can't have that, can we, slut? Obedience is everything and you have been a bad girl. A very bad girl." 

"Please, it won't happen again, please don't do anything else to me."

"I wish I could believe you, deary, but you have not shown yourself to be the least bit trustworthy." As he was speaking, she watched him pick up the collar she had been given on Sunday. "Whoever unlocked this, must have been quite adept at picking a lock. Hmmm, I am actually surprised, since I was told each collar could only be released with a small tool that was specially matched to the collar."

He looked at Jennifer, who was mesmerized by his voice. Her eyes were wide with apprehension.

"No, we just cannot have that happening again." He set the collar on the table and walked to a side set of drawers. She heard metal hitting metal, as he worked in the drawer, eventually returning to her with a circle of steel. It was not a wide banded collar like the one she had worn, but more like a circular ring, hinged in two places. Far worse were the spikes and rings going around the collar. She immediately thought 'goth.'

He picked up a small tube from the table. She watched as he dropped some thick liquid into the two hinges. "There, that should do it," and he reached around her now naked neck, and snapped the collar shut. CLICK. Her pussy throbbed, and Jennifer moaned. "I have used a permanent glue to jam the latching mechanism, slut. It cannot be removed now no matter what you offer him. Eventually you will learn to obey me."

Jennifer's breathing was ragged and shallow. Fear and humiliation had left her mute and nearly paralyzed. 

"Ok, guys, let's get some final shots with the new look," Duane called, as he clipped a leash to her now permanent collar, and ordering her to all fours, the naked model was paraded and displayed in numerous and erotic ways for the next hour. 

She was given small sips of water when her energy flagged. She was handed a peeled banana, but was ordered to dip it into her soppy pussy before eating. Everything was documented by the crew. No attempt was made to hide her face, and several times Duane emphasized that her new hairstyle and piercings be the focus of the shot or video. Her smiles were all feigned, but only she and the crew would know that.




Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 04



Finally Duane called it a wrap. As in the past, Jennifer was allowed to shower before leaving. She had hardly uttered a sound during the shoot, totally in despair. She was defeated and exhausted.

There was no mirror in the shower room, no way to see how horrible the new modifications to her body looked. She ran her fingers along the multiple piercings of her left ear, which tingled and caused her to sigh deeply.

The same clothes she arrived in were set on the dressing table. She put them on, and left the room.

"Your class ends at 12:50 tomorrow, correct deary?" Duane walked right up to her, inches away.

Once again, she was amazed how he could know this. "Yes, Sir," she replied, her eyes lowered and staring at the ground.

"You know, deary, a model has to have confidence and it has to show. It is OK to fake it, but it must look real. You tend to look down all the time, except when I remind you. This needs to stop. As a submissive, I don't expect you to look anyone in the eye, but I want your gaze focused upward. Concentrate on staring at a guy's crotch or girl's pussy. A slut needs to show interest in such locations, I am sure you will agree. So lift your gaze, now."

Again shocked by his demand, she lifted her eyes to stare at the bulge in his pants.

"That's better. Now concentrate on doing that. I would much rather reward you for good behavior than punish you for bad, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Let me make this clear, hon. You will attend all your classes tomorrow, you will make no attempt to hide your collar, earrings, or new hair style, and you will be picked up by the driver at 1:00 PM sharp in the parking lot off of Sproul Hall."

She wanted to protest, she wanted to challenge, but instead she meekly replied, "Yes, Sir."

She felt his hand reach beneath the short latex dress. Her natural instinct was to turn her body, close her legs and reach down to stop the assault.

"Keep your legs spread, and don't turn away. Eyes at my crotch," Duane loudly ordered. "Lock your hands behind your head and do not move them. Now!"

In total distress, Jennifer obeyed. 

He cupped her sex, and ordered her to look him in the eyes as his finger rubbed up and down the opening between her lips. 

"Just say the word and I will personally fulfill your sexual needs. The word is 'Yes'."

Defeated as she was, Jenn knew that she could not yield, that there had to be some way to get out of this trap and with almost no hesitation, she shook her head side to side and whispered, "No."

Duane laughed and with a swat to her ass, sent her towards the exit.

Jennifer just gazed at the partition in front of her on the ride home. Several times she was reminded of the hoops, as they swung against her neck. She could smell her own arousal, but at this point, that was the least of her worries.

She was thinking of what to tell Stephanie and her other friends. Duane was right. She had to show confidence, that her new look was all part of a photo opp that could lead to bigger and better things. She had to shake herself, to dig out of the bottomless trap in which she found herself. Maybe obedience was the best thing.

Once again it was past midnight when she arrived home. She expected Steph to be in her room, maybe even asleep, since she had an early Wednesday class. 

As quietly as possible, she turned the lock and upon entering, turned to shut the door. She had taken only a few steps down the hallway when she saw Stephanie, in her usual T, standing in the doorway, arms raised and pressed against the sides of the opening, The position of her arms forced the T higher than usual, and for a second, Jennifer found herself staring at the location of Stephanie's pussy.

"Oh my God, Jenn. I just had to wait up."

"Now or never," thought Jennifer. She flashed a huge smile and turning her head right and left asked, "How do you like my new look, Steph?"

"I'm, I, yeah, it's hot as hell, I mean, is this really you?"

"It's me alright, the newest bad girl on campus. Duane thinks that is where I will find the big bucks in modeling. He called it the 'shock effect' and based on your reaction, he was right," she laughed.

"Your hair, and this collar. Oh my God girl." Stephanie reached out and linked her finger in one of the rings, pulling the paralyzed Jennifer closer. "You are one naughty roomie, hon."

Faces only inches apart, Jenn stared into Stephanie's eyes, mesmerized. Both girls were breathing in shallow and rapid gasps. Suddenly Stephanie released Jennifer and smiled widely, stepping back. 

"Yeah, you're one bad looking slut, but what are your parents going to say?"

"Oh, they won't be happy, but if it means I can pay a higher portion of my tuition, I am sure they will understand. I mean, nothing is permanent, right?

Stephanie had come closer to her roomie. "These new piercings aren't permanent you're telling me?"

"Well, they can always be allowed to close when I move on, but I have to try something different, right? I mean, what other chance to I have. I don't have the long legs, I don't have 36D boobs, you name it, I have to make my own niche or give up modeling totally." Jennifer was amazed at her ability to lie, to sound believable, when her world was crashing down. 

"You're not going to need extra cash for tuition, if you don't start studying for mid-terms next week." Steph admonished.

"Yeah, I know, but I think I have things under control at the moment. I need to shower and get something to eat, so yeah, thanks for waiting up for me, but everything is fine, just fine." Jennifer lied.



Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 05



This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened, or may even be possible. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated.

This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who has provided much valuable input. 




She woke early knowing that it would take time to prepare herself. Last night had been terrifying. Terrifying and exciting and arousing, and a whole gambit of emotions she couldn't begin to put names to. It had left her exhausted and after talking with Steph, she had only had about 5 hours sleep.

When she first looked in the mirror, she was stunned. The short buzzed sides, colored red, the longer mane on top and back. The four small hoops in her left ear and the fuck-me-hoops still in her primary piercings. She couldn't get used to the changes. It was almost like she was becoming someone else. She reached her hand up to the new permanent collar, and traced her fingers along it's length. She poked at the spikes and tugged on the rings, thinking of what Stephanie had done last night. As she stood there fingering her collar and gazing at her new appearance, she was stunned to feel a tingle in her pussy.

Stephanie. That moment last night when they were face to face. What did she feel? What was happening? She shook her head to clear her thoughts, not wanting to walk down that path any further.

After a quick shave to remove the stubble from her cunt, she hopped into the shower. The hot water helped revive her and she was considering using the wand for a quick cum, when Steph knocked and told her to hurry up. She was surprised how quickly she was able to dry and style her new shorter hairstyle. 

Two morning classes, then a break followed by her last class which finished at 12:50. She quickly checked her phone for messages and finding none headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Steph was already there.

"Did you sleep in all that jewelery?" Steph asked. "Surely not the collar?"

"Yup. I gotta get used to it if I'm going to be the 'bad girl' don't you think?" She covered

"Don't the spikes like poke you in the neck. Fuck you are a hot bad girl!"

"Haha, no, they didn't bother me much. Besides, I was so tired I just fell asleep in seconds."

'Well. I hope you are at least going to take those huge hoops out of your ears before you head for class. They are just screaming SLUT." 

"Haha, yeah, I will."

"See you later, right? Lunch?"

"Yeah, see you then, and after, well, probably late again, after today's shoot."

"You sure are spending a lot of time on this, Jenn."

"I know. But I am not very good at this bad girl look, so it takes a lot of practice and retakes."

"OK, but I hope you don't come back tonight any badder, like tats and whatever." Stephanie was grabbing her bag and heading for the door. "Remember, not too bad, k?"

"For sure, see you at lunch."



The moment Stephanie left their apartment, Jennifer hopped up to prepare for her morning classes. Her mind flashed to last night's instructions: "When you are in school or walking to school, or leaving school, you will wear the S dangles." Switching only one ear at a time, she soon had the dangles installed. They were heavier than the hoops and when she moved her head, they tugged her earlobes and struck her neck, constant reminders of their presence. 

Her neck. The collar. Fingering the hoops, tugging on the rings, she began to juice. The collar symbolized it all. She was trapped, like an animal, and every time she tried to break away, it got worse.

As she dressed, she realized that her new bad girl look really clashed with her usual wardrobe. Unfortunately, the only other things that she had to wear were the slutty outfits that Duane had given her after the first two shoots, and neither of them was suitable for school. As she headed out of the apartment complex, she passed Ben standing in his doorway watching.

"Wow. I like the new look." He said, "Very slutty. Wanna come in for a minute and let me work on that collar, while you work on me?"

"That won't be necessary. This one is permanent so fuck off." She retorted over her shoulder as she continued walking.

The look of shock on Ben's face mirrored what she felt in her mind. What had she just said? She never talked like that. Not to anyone. What was happening to her? Maybe she really was turning into a new person, a bad girl. And to be honest, it felt good.

Her classes this morning were in her major, so there were many students, as well as profs, that knew her. This was going to be the true test of her new persona. There were a lot of stares from her classmates as she walked down the side aisle and took a seat.

"Hey, Jennifer" the boy to her right said. She recalled his name was Doug. Nice enough guy.

"Hey," she responded, making a quick decision to smile as usual, not immediately take on her bad girl attitude.

"I like your new look!" he continued.

"Thanks, yeah, trying something new."

"Well, it works for me," he said with a wide smile, that she returned. 

Jennifer was tired, but also energized by her new appearance. Her mind wandered, recalling last night, the trauma that she endured, but survived and now was actually feeling good about things.

"... next week," Doug finished, looking at her for a response.

"I'm sorry, my mind was wandering. What did you say?"

"Just asking if you wanted to get together to study for the mid-term next week."

"Sure, why not?" She needed all the help she could get at this point. After four days of "modeling", she was clearly behind.

"Friday night? I can pick you up, dinner, and then hit the books."

"Um, maybe that will work, not sure if another shoot is planned."

"I knew it," he exclaimed. "With your looks and brains, you had to be a model!"

The widest smile she had seen in a long time.

"Thanks," she replied. This was feeling good.

"So, here is my phone number. Let me know, k?" and he handed her a little slip of paper.

"Sure." She did hope Duane would not expect her every night.

"Are you modeling for a particular company? Like, S and S, whatever that is?"

Dangerous ground, now, she thought. "Nah, just trying to build my portfolio, a different look, you know. Hard for an Asian girl to break into the American market, unless she has a lot of endowments that I don't have."

"I don't know about that, of course, but where I'm sitting, you are catching a lot of envious looks." She looked at him for a second, to see his facial expression, but it was one of innocence and simply complimentary. For a moment, she lowered her gaze to his crotch, but immediately looked away.

"Thanks, I need to hire you to build my self-esteem when it is down."

"Any time. I can't imagine a reason for you to ever be down, though. So, what does the S and S represent? Some brand name I don't know. Like, um, Simon and Schuster?" Again, the winning smile.

"Who the fuck," immediately regretting that expression, "sorry, who the heck is that?"

"You know, book company. Maybe you can model for a book cover for them, what do I know. So, what does it stand for? Sweet and sweeter?"

"Hey, that's good," she smiled, and decided to go along that route. "Smart and sassy."

Fortunately, the professor entered the room and the conversation ended. Her stomach felt the pangs of fear, however, knowing she had been ordered to tell a far different explanation for the S and S. Looking around, however, no one else could have heard it. Safe and sound.

She tried to focus on the lecture, but her mind was far away, thinking of later, of feeling like a trapped animal. She could not see a way out of this, but upon further analysis, she realized nothing was really too bad. Yes, she had a new look, but so what. It actually felt refreshing.

Yes, she was saying and thinking things that never before occurred to her, but she had led such a conservative and isolated life up to this point. Expanding one's horizons was not so bad, right?

Several times she caught herself doodling with the S's. Once she gave the S a little tug and immediately realized her pussy was reacting. She released the S like it was on fire.

Class ended before she knew it. Usually it dragged, but with 1:00 looming, the time seemed to be flying. She smiled goodbye to Doug, who reminded her to call. Several other students complimented her new looks on the way out. She was feeling very good about things.

Jennifer had only 10 minutes before her second class, just time to go to the restroom and make it across the quad. In the restroom she was again reminded of her new self. Her shaved pussy gave her the shivers. A look in the mirror as she washed her hands returned an alien reflection. She ran her fingers along the multiple piercings in her left ear, and again she felt her pussy tingle in response. She turned her head from side to side, gazing at the collar that was locked on her neck. She sighed deeply.

The second class of the morning went much like the first. Many compliments, a pair of guys hitting on her, but she had more friends that were female in this class. Like school girls gathering around the water hole, they chatted about nothing and everything. She had two requests about the S's and gave them the same line as she had given Doug. She felt the emptiness deep in her stomach, like the first time she did something wrong, but there was no way, even in a laughing manner, that she could tell the truth.

By 11:30, she was feeling hungry, so after her final morning class, she headed off to meet Stephanie for their usual Wednesday lunch at SD Vegan. As usual, Stephanie was there waiting, a table under the umbrella.

Jennifer was all smiles as she approached her roomie. "Hiya!"

"Hey, how's my bad ass roomie?" returned Stephanie with a smile.

"Good, thanks," Jennifer replied, laughing off the comment.

"You changed your earrings. S and S?" Stephanie asked.

"Yeah, you were right, I wouldn't want to look like a slut!" They both laughed, though Jennifer's was all feigned. She was not going to offer a reason for the initials unless directly asked.

Stephanie took a drink of her iced tea, paused and then asked, "Why S S?" 

Jennifer knew that was coming, and the sinking feeling in her stomach told her that the lie she was about to tell was wrong. For a moment, Jennifer considered the truth, or at least what Duane had told her. If she laughed and made it into a joke, she might get away with it. But she just could not bring herself to say it.

"How about smart and sassy," she repeated her earlier reply to Doug.

Stephanie laughed lightly, "No really, what does it mean."

Jennifer could not hold Stephanie's steady stare and lowered her eyes to pick up her own iced tea. "Actually, I'm not sure. I was told to wear them to today's shoot, and I wasn't sure I would have time to go back to the apartment after my last class." Good, she thought. Good answer, and the flutters in her stomach calmed.

They enjoyed their tea and sprout sandwiches. Stephanie was done for the day, but Jennifer had a long day ahead.

"K, well, have a good afternoon and shoot," Stephanie said as they departed. 

"Thanks, see you later," and Jennifer headed off for her final class of the day.

.... 12:50 p.m. Wednesday

No sooner had the class come to a close than her phone chimed. She knew what was coming.



"slut

The limo will be at the Sproul parking lot at 1.

Don't be late.

Master D."

She went quickly to the restroom and changed into the SLUT earrings. Her heart was beating fast, because she was vulnerable to being seen by any number of people.

She changed in the stall, since there were just too many girls using the sinks to freshen up. She hung her bag from the stall hook, and pulled the SLUT rings out of a small purse. One at a time she exchanged the earrings, conscious of Duane's expectations. At no time were both ears bare.

She felt like she was fleeing from the restroom, so that anything anyone would see would be a blur. She kept her eyes lowered, as pussies and crotches flew by, going in the opposite direction. 

As she came around the corner, towards Sproul, the limo was there already. The driver looked at his watch as he saw her approach. When she reached the car, he opened the door for her and guided her into her seat. 

"There is a note for you and a bag. I will put your bag in the back, miss."

Breathless from running, she was glad of the cool air that enveloped her when he closed the door. As she looked around, she saw the obligatory bottle of champagne and noticed that this time it was accompanied by a tray of fresh strawberries with a small bowl of chocolate sauce. The note and bag could wait. 

She sipped the bubbly and delighted in the explosion of flavors as the juicy berries mingled with the chocolate in her mouth. The sprout sandwich and ice tea were not filling. After she had eaten, she turned her attention to the bag.

"slut. 

Strip to the skin and put on what's in the bag. Do it slow so the driver sees.

Master D"

She opened the bag and saw that it contained white blouse, a short pleated plaid skirt, and a pair of white thigh-high stockings. To complete the slutty schoolgirl outfit, were a necktie and a pair of black high heel Mary Janes. 

Nervously, she glanced at the driver to make sure he was concentrating on the road, before she stripped off her school clothes and undies. Completely naked, she glanced again at the driver but this time saw his eyes fixed on the rear view mirror, watching her every move. 

With shaking hands she pulled up the thigh-highs and wiggled into the skirt. When she worked her arms into the shirt, she realized that it was too small to button up so she had to tie the tails under her breasts to hold it closed. She knew the driver could see all the way up her skirt as she donned the shoes and the humiliation caused a tingle in her groin. She was just tying the necktie when the driver announced that they had arrived.

When the door opened, the driver took her hand to help her stand. In the very short skirt, It was impossible for her to exit the car and not flash her pussy at him. She knew that he saw, but was gentleman enough to ignore it. He handed her her bag, then stood aside so she could make her way inside.

When Duane looked up and saw her enter, he let out a low whistle. 

"Now that's what I call a sexy schoolgirl outfit." He grinned. "And you have the correct SLUT earrings on, too."

She gave a tempered smile in return, her stomach already churning.

When she entered the studio this time, she saw immediately that there was a new player. A tall slender guy in dark rimmed glasses and a sport coat. 

"Here, babe." Duane announced. "Sexy schoolgirl, meet Professor McNaughty."

After giving her the once over with his eyes, the male model offered his hand to shake. 

"Pleasure to meet you," he said. "I'm looking forward to working with you."

"Hi," was Jenn's simple reply, her eyes focused on his crotch, aware that she needed to be very obedient tonight to avoid further punishment. 

Having dispensed with the pleasantries, it was time to get down to business. Duane directed, as the two models posed for various pictures. It didn't take long for Duane to start adding the BDSM flavor to the set. As the camera recorded the action, Duane directed the professor to bind Jennifer's wrists with strong leather cuffs from which hung long leather thongs. After her top had been undone, and her breasts exposed, another pair of leather cuffs were attached to her ankles. The ankle cuffs each had a large metal ring at the back. 

With the leather thongs tied behind her back, the professor took some time to grope Jennifer's breasts and pull and twist her hard nipples as Duane directed him. After securing her elbows together, he was even able to cup his hand under her soaked pussy and stroke it once or twice with his finger before her knees were tightly bound together.

Jenn moaned appropriately, which seemed to please Duane and the professor. Only a small fraction of the moans were faked. She found it impossible to protest. She was ungagged, but her respect for authority, even though he was nothing more than an actor, allowed the professor to have his way with her. She was determined to give Duane no excuse to further embarrass or punish her.

In addition, the bad girl look that Duane had created was reflected in her being less and less inhibited. What would have been totally unacceptable a few days before, seemed very exciting tonight. It fit her new persona.

After a leather ring gag forced her mouth open, her skirt was removed, and she was placed face down on what looked like a massage table. The hogtie was complete when the wrist thongs were passed through the rings in her ankle cuffs, and fastened to the back of her collar. Each time she tried to struggle or move her legs, the thongs pulled her head back further, making her neck hurt badly.

Jennifer found this bondage the most arousing yet. She could not understand her sudden craving for more and more restrictive positions, and had no desire to protest. The tighter the bondage, the more helpless her state, the more her pussy leaked rivers of juice. Her moans were no longer faked; her need was suddenly immense, like nothing she had ever felt before. 

Duane and the professor examined the hogtied student; Duane pointed out her profuse juices, while the professor noted she was ripe to be taken. When Jennifer moaned in response, the two men laughed aloud. At that moment, while both men stood behind the hogtied student, the professor gestured to her pussy and Duane nodded. Leaning in and spreading her cheeks with one hand, the professor traced a finger from her exposed anus down between the slippery lips of her pussy. When his finger finally touched her clit, Jennifer exploded in an intense orgasm. The prof held on and milked the moment until her body melted in complete exhaustion.

It was then that Duane dismissed the other actor. Jennifer was confused. If the shoot was over, why was she still hogtied and gagged? She didn't have long to wait for her answer. Duane reached behind her head and removed the gag.

"So Slut," Duane began. "Did you fully understand your instructions about the earrings?"

Still in the afterglow of her intense orgasm, Jennifer made no response. Duane used his hand to harshly spank her bare ass.

"Answer me, slut!. Did you fully understand your instructions about the earrings?"

"Yes Sir" Jennifer answered quickly.

"And did you do exactly as you were instructed?" Duane continued.

The hollow sinking feeling returned to her stomach as she said yes.

"LIAR. Duane shouted. "You did not do as instructed. Do the S's stand for smart and sassy?"

Oh my God. How could he possibly know this? To whom had she used these words. Her mind was muddled from the bondage and orgasm, but she knew she had spoken to many people today and enjoyed their laugh over her creative answer. Jennifer started to struggle but each move caused the thongs to pull her collar putting her in agony. 

Duane moved directly in front of her to stare menacingly into her eyes. 

"Open wide" He was holding a large metal gag with ratchets on the side. At the sight of the metal, Jennifer's arousal skyrocketed. As soon as she tried to speak, Duane thrust the metal bit into her mouth, and pressed handles. Like the times before, the feel of the metal in her mouth sent an electric shock directly to her pussy. Each time she tried to talk, Duane opened the stretcher. Through it all, Jennifer's pussy dribbled her juice onto the floor. 

"There's something about the metal isn't there slut?" Duane asked. "You're almost cumming again."

And as he said those words, he clicked the ratchet one more time. Her eyes rolled back and shaking, jerking and wiggling she had another massive orgasm. 




Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 05



"I don't like being lied to." He hissed. "Jake. Bring out the clamps." 

She tried to struggle, to turn to see what new horror was going to be perpetrated on her body, but it was to no avail. Then Duane grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. Jennifer let out a groan of pain at the increased discomfort in her neck, followed by a grunt of surprise as a wooden block was fixed beside her right ear. That was followed immediately by a twin block fitted beside her left ear. The blocks were adjusted to press her head tightly between them and then a leather strap was wrapped from the top of her head to under her chin, and cinched tight.

Her eyes wide with fear, Jennifer tried to talk her way out of this, but could emit nothing except gargling noises. Although her head was totally immobilized, she could still squirm with her body, but there was nothing she could do to get loose.

"Slut. If you can't use your tongue to tell the truth, let's see if we can make it fit for some other purpose." Duane hissed.

Stuck in this vulnerable position, she saw Juanita arrive on the scene. The beautician unceremoniously walked in front of her and to her total shock, clipped her tongue into a pair of ring forceps and pulled it out of her open mouth. Jennifer was very aware of the staccato clicking of the camera shutter as her humiliation was being recorded.

Her eyes went wide when she saw what Juanita was doing, but, held motionless, she could do nothing to resist. She tried to express her horror and total panic, but only meaningless sounds came from her restrained mouth. 

With a quick professional wipe of antiseptic, and an application of topical anesthetic, Juanita was ready to proceed. Jennifer screamed as the needle was pushed through her tongue and the stud was locked in place. 

When her tongue was released, she pulled it back into her mouth and felt the metal click on the spreader and her teeth as she wiggled it around in her mouth. OHHH NOOOO. They had pierced her and installed a piece of metal in her mouth. She could feel it rattling, hear the metallic clicking. As she did, she came again with such intensity that she temporarily lost consciousness.

Jennifer opened her eyes when she felt the thongs of the hogtie being released. It had been a long, long session and she was exhausted. Anticlimactically, Duane offered her a towel, she took it and headed back for her usual shower. 

"Make it snappy, slut. We don't have all night." Duane commanded.

During her quick shower she was acutely aware of her new tongue stud. Every move caused the metal to click on her teeth or tap the roof of her mouth. And every time it did, she could not stop her pussy from twitching. There were no clothes for her this time, and so she walked naked into the studio. What did it matter now? What hadn't they already seen?

The crew was gone, but Duane was waiting for her. 

"Come here, deary."

Her heart began to race and she stood before him naked, except for the collar, heels, and earrings. She felt her pussy begin to secrete her juices; she could smell herself and she didn't care. Her eyes were focused on his crotch.

"Stick out your tongue, hon." She obeyed, her tongue feeling swollen and heavy. He reached out, gripping the top and bottom of the stud, twisting the tongue left and right. "Nice, just right. Do you like your new jewelry, girl?" releasing his grip.

The stud, like all the modifications she had endured in just a few days, were all against her will, but she had to admit, she did not protest as much as she might have. Yes, he had her parents' phone number, but he had not used that threat beyond the first days. "Yes, Sir."

"I am glad you seem to be telling the truth. Your pussy cannot lie, slut," as he drew his fingers along her slit, holding them before her face. She knew she was expected to lick her own juices, and she did so.

"You smell ripe, slut."

"Sir...please..."

"Please what, slut?" He stood inches before her. 

"Please, Sir, ..." The words were so difficult to form, her thoughts so alien. 

"Just say it," he whispered, using one finger to lift her head to stare into his eyes, while the fingers on his other hand, still wet with her saliva, played and teased her nipples. They were hard as pencil eraser tips.

He leaned in and they locked mouths, their tongues fighting for control. She felt the piercing stud click against her teeth, against his teeth, the vibration spreading over her body. His left hand continued to manipulate her nipples, more roughly now.  

He caught her tongue in his teeth, stretching it from her mouth. She groaned, but he was not sure if it was from pain or lust. "The driver," he whispered in hushed and rushed sounds, "is waiting. Go home, we will continue tomorrow." He held her by the upper arms away from his body. She was lost in the ether, almost non-responsive, only her eyes blinking. He shook her lightly and she looked up at him. "Go. Tomorrow."

"Fuck me," she hissed, her tongue peeking from her mouth, her nipples and pussy throbbing. 

Their eyes were locked, she had said it, there was no taking it back. He had broken her, but he was aware enough to know this was not her talking. This was the bad girl, the girl he had created, and she would regret her words in the morning. He wanted to savor the moment, make it last forever. She was totally his. His for the taking.

But he was bound by the commitment he made when he took this job. He was not to take her virginity. That was paramount. He was to break her, transform her, prepare her for what was to follow, but not fuck her.

"Not tonight, slut. It has been a long day, we are both exhausted, and the driver is waiting. Stand here a moment."

"Pleathe," she moaned as he walked away, but he ignored her need. 

He returned with a dress tossed over his shoulder. She was trembling, with rivulets of her tears still wet on her cheeks. "Obedience, that is what I want from you. Total obedience and honesty. Obey me and do not lie to me, is that clear?"

"Yeth, ... , yeth," she sniffled.

"I want you to think about what has happened tonight. I want to be sure it is you, and your deepest desire, not just a temporary need you want fulfilled, but would regret later." As he spoke, he took one slim rubber band and twisting it, wrapped it tightly around her left nipple. 

Jennifer stared in awe, panting with pain and undeniable lust. Her left nipple was bulging outward, the rubber band tight against its base.

As Duane wrapped her right nipple, he said, "You will not remove these, slut. You will wear no bra, no underwear of any sort. Your nipples beg for attention, and they will eventually go numb, and you will be tempted to remove the bands, but you will not touch them. Is that clear, slut? Let's see if we can permanently improve your little, pitiful buds."

"Yeth, Thir," she whispered through clenched teeth.

He then handed her the short sheer shift which fell several inches above her knees. Clothing which up until this week, she would have considered something only a whore would wear, but which she now thought quite conservative. She really was becoming someone else, wasn't she?

The ride home was mercifully uneventful. Jennifer was exhausted, but the cool air in the car helped revive her. She was stunned at what had occurred. She had actually begged for him to take her virginity. Begged! And he had turned her down! Thank God, she thought. What was she thinking? How had she lost her self-control! What had gotten into her?

Her tongue was throbbing. Once again, they had done things to her body without permission. And when she had given permission, asked him to fuck her, in fact even begged, he had turned her down.

Her nipples still ached, so much so that she almost forgot the pain in the tongue. They poked prominently from the thin cloth which barely covered her.

She closed her eyes, trying to think it all through. Stephanie. She was the first that would most likely see her like this. 

Her tongue stud. As she sat in the car, she tried to form words and speak quietly without a lisp. She didn't want to explain anything tonight; she needed sleep and time to think it all through.

The moment she quietly stepped through the door, she knew Stephanie was still up. Nearly 1 AM. She decided to take the offensive, calling out, "You up?" Normally, she would have said, "You still up?" but the S sound was not available with the tongue piercing.

"Hey, you're finally back," called Stephanie, bouncing around the corner. Stephanie paused to look over her roomie. "You look beat. You OK?"

"Yeah, good, but beat." All the words sounded normal.

"What's with the dress? Not your usual photo shoot attire. Bad girl goes conservative?" she laughed. "But not so conservative. It looks pretty sheer."

"Uh huh." Jennifer tried to smile, but suddenly she felt near tears. She wanted to unburden herself, but she could not reveal everything, it was all too humiliating. She felt her lip begin to quiver.

Stephanie stood before her in a flash. She gripped Jennifer's forearms, which immediately reminded her of the way Duane had gripped her and sent her away only a short time before. "Hey, what's wrong, hon? I thought you were doing great." She gave Jennifer a little jiggle, and Jenn raised her eyes to look at Stephanie.

"I'm OK, just tired."

Jennifer had not even finished her sentence when Stephanie cried out, "Your tongue. Let me see!"

Hesitantly, Jennifer opened her mouth. "Oh, it is so cute, pink, like candy cane but oh, it must hurt so bad."

"A little, yeah," replied Jennifer, feeling somewhat better by Stephanie's compliments. "You like it?"

"Like it, I love it. You are getting so fookin hot, babe!"

"Thanks," Jennifer giggled.

"What else? You got a tat somewhere, too?"

"Nooo, just this."

"Ok, if you say so. Fuck, with those earrings and collar and now tongue, well...what can I say?"

"Really, yeah, everything is ok. I'm glad you like the stud." Stephanie moved closer to her roomie, who had stood motionless throughout. 

"You're sure there is nothing I can help you with, my smart and sassy roomie?" 

Stephanie hooked her finger through the collar ring, and drew her wide-eyed roommate within inches of her face. Jenn managed a smile, but she could not keep her eyes locked to Stephanie's. 

"I'm sure, Steph," Jenn stuttered. "Sometimes I don't feel so smart and sassy, so I'm so glad you are here for me."



Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 06



This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened, or may even be possible. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated.

This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who has provided much valuable input. 




Thursday morning. It was a short night and Jennifer slept poorly, ragged and shallow. Her tongue throbbed, but even worse were her poor nipples. They had turned a dark red, almost purple. She was sure they were being permanently damaged, but she dare not remove the bands. 

Every time she woke, she found a hand at her pussy. She had to put a towel under herself to keep the mattress from being soaked.

Worse, she had awakened whispering in her sleep, at least hopeful she was whispering and in her sleep, "fuck me."

She had not taken a shower last night, wanting to avoid Stephanie as much as possible. She simply took a wash cloth and did her best to clean her sex, knowing it would only be a temporary fix. She had removed the SLUT earrings, replacing them with the dangling S's. It was not worth the trouble to put on the large hoops. Steph had already seen all three earring choices.

She did not want to face her roommate again this morning, but there was no way to avoid it. Her classes today would be the last meeting before the midterms next Tuesday. She had to attend.

She got up, still covered with her extra large T, and walked to the bathroom. Stephanie was already up, drying her hair.

"Hey," Jenn said, walking past her roomie who had not heard her with the noise of the blow dryer.

"Hey, slut and slave, how did you sleep?" Jenn was shocked at the greeting, but looking at Stephanie in the mirror revealed a huge smile on her face.

Ignoring the slur, Jennifer replied, "OK, not great." She headed around the corner to the toilet. The conversation continued.

"How is the tongue?"

"Much better this morning, not so swollen. Can you tell by the way I talk that it is pierced?"

"A little, I guess, but not too bad. Jenn, I'm your friend, right?"

"Yes." Where is this going?

"Then please accept this in the right spirit. Are you sure you are doing the right thing? I mean, how much can they possibly be paying you, and it seems to be getting more intense every day. Do you even know what is going to happen today?"

Jenn did not respond immediately. Her mind was processing a gigabyte of information faster than the fastest computer.

The simple answer was NO, I have no idea what will happen tonight. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. Anything is possible and every day was worse. Duane had released the animal within her, and she was afraid that she could no longer control it. In the security of her apartment, she was still Jennifer, smart and sassy, but from the moment she stepped into the limo, she was slut and slave.

"Yes, the money is good and they're really nice to me. I know it looks like it is getting more intense, but actually, I'm good with it." 

I am not sure of anything, she thought. She left the toilet area, coming around the corner. She did not want to remove her T in front of Stephanie, so just stood there, looking at her in the mirror. Actually, looking at the position of Stephanie's pussy in the mirror.

"If you say so. What's the plan today? We haven't had dinner together all week."

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. Not sure. I usually get a text at the end of class."

"Well, take care of yourself. If you need me, just call or text or ask, k?" 

Turning, Steph hugged her roomie, their faces inches apart. Jenn was sure that Stephanie was looking right through her, deep into her soul. Steph walked from the bathroom, a smile on her face.

Jennifer was in a quandary. She needed to wash her hair and to wash and shave her pussy. And she had to decide what to wear so that her rock-hard nipples would not draw the attention of headlights.

She looked in the mirror, unable to make any decisions. The image spoke volumes. She was not the same. Superficially her hair was different, but that was nothing. The other things he had done to her were another matter. She had been pierced multiple times, something she would never have allowed if she were in control. Her neck was encircled with a permanent collar of steel, with spikes and rings. From her ears dangled chains with an S, S's that symbolized exactly what she had become. 

With a deep sigh, she pulled her shirt over her head, showered, washed her hair, and shaved her pussy. 

When she exited the shower, she used the blow dryer first on her hair, and then on her pussy. If only she could keep it from juicing, but her pussy had a mind of its own. That thought made her smile.

She decided on a spring dress that would cover her and hide her engorged nipples. She was getting used to the dull ache. She picked one with flowers of red, to go with her hair, and dark enough to hide any spot that might be left behind where she sat. I have to get out of this mess, she wanted to shout.

She made sure her tote was filled with everything she needed. Heels, earrings, notebook, phone, wallet.

Searching for good news, today's classes were out of her major, so like Tuesday, she was far less likely to see someone she knew. She would make a special effort to avoid gathering places. 

But she still had to avoid Ben. She could imagine him lurking in wait. She considered going out the back door, sneaking through the walkway between several buildings. 

She looked in the mirror one last time, and stood straight, tongue out, head cocked to the side. Suddenly her attitude changed. She was not a whore, she was an intelligent, free, and independent coed and more than capable of taking care of herself. 

She pranced out the door, head high, heading for the front door. She was prepared to give Ben a piece of her mind, in fact, she wanted to face him and practice her authority before confronting Duane later in the day. 

She made no effort to speed by his door, expecting at any moment for it to open and to hear his voice. But nothing happened. No confrontation. Disappointed, she walked out the door and into the morning light. She breathed deeply, her sensitive nipples acting like a lightning rod, sparking against her dress, more than enough for her pussy lips to quiver and her clit to swell.

Indeed, classes went smoothly enough, and at no point did she need to speak to anyone she knew. Her phone buzzed as her final class was about to end, and she knew it would be a text from Duane.

"slut.  2 PM.  you know the expectations Master D"

When she sauntered into the studio, she stopped dead in her tracks. She had never seen anything to compare to this. It was a big square frame made from metal pipe with special metal fittings to fasten it together at the corners. There were handcuffs attached to each corner of the frame, and she knew instinctively that she would be bound spread eagle very soon, and the thought of it made her pussy start to drool.

"Strip and stand with your back to the frame," Duane commanded. No smile, no mention of last night. Right down to business. 

"Sir, can we please..." With her eyes focused on his crotch, and her mind a blur, she did not see the hand coming. It was not enough to bruise, but more than enough to knock her sideways, as Duane slapped her across the face.

Jennifer looked up, shocked by the attack. Ripping her bag from her shoulder, Duane immediately went for her phone. She tried to fend him off, but he was far too strong.

"Jake, hold her, will you?" 

In seconds, Jake had trapped both her arms, pulling them back, causing her breasts to thrust out.

Duane found what he wanted, then raised his eyes to look at the terrified Asian. 

"This is not a debate. This is not a discussion. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Immediately. Obedience is what I demand and expect. Time to talk to your mom about this."

"Oh, no, please, no," she struggled. "I'll do whatever you say, please!" she wailed.

She watched as Duane pressed a key and could hear the dial tone. 

"Release her, Jake." 

When he did so, she immediately reached for her phone, but Duane easily fended her off. She heard her mom answer, 

"Hi Honey, this is a surprise!"

With their eyes locked, Duane hesitated, then handed the phone to Jennifer. The delay was enough for her mom to speak again. 

"Jennifer?"

Frantically, Jenn took the phone and tried to regain her composure. 

"Hi, mom, yeah, surprise!"

"Anything wrong, Jenn? You sound out of breath."

Aware of her tongue piercing, of the men that surrounded her, of her perceptive mom, Jennifer needed to regain control quickly. 

"Yeah, just ran to catch a bus and missed it," she replied. "So, I thought I would give you a call while I waited for another."

"You sound a little different, you sure you are ok?"  

Damn, she thought, she notices the problems with pronouncing certain words, due to the tongue stud.

"Oh, yeah," she feigned a laugh. "I still have half asandwich in my mouth. I have to eat on the run all the time, it seems."

"Take care of yourself, honey. You cannot burn the candle at both ends."

"I know, Mom, yeah, just busy and mid-terms are next week."

"So you'll be coming home as planned, on the 17th?"

Jennifer looked up at Duane. In the stillness of the studio, she was sure he had heard her mom's question. He had cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrows. 

"Yeah, Mom, that's still the plan. Well, I see another bus coming, every 5 minutes this time of day, so say Hi to Daddy and talk to you later, k?"

"Sure, honey, love you." 

Love you. Love you. The words echoed in Jennifer's head. Duane held out his hand, and she handed the phone back to him. He set it on the table, not back in her bag.

"Well?" he asked.

She just looked at him, trying to determine his single word question. 

"No gratitude, deary? No, Thank You, Sir?"

"Thank you, Sir, for not telling my mom."

"This was your last chance, hon. I have been patient with you, but after this many days, you should know. Now, strip and back up to the frame."

She started to disrobe slowly at first. 

"Hurry up slut. Haven't you got it through your head that time is money here."

Jennifer quickly removed the remainder of her clothing leaving her naked, but for the platform heels, SLUT earrings, collar, and banded nipples. She backed up to the frame. Almost instantly the men clipped her hands and ankles to the frame leaving her spread before them as she had expected. As she stood there wondering what tonight's session would bring, Duane walked up in front of her and cupped her cunt with his hand, tickling her entrance with a finger as he did. She remembered him doing this last night. Remembered asking him, no, begging him to fuck her, and the extreme humiliation she had felt at his unexpected rejection. The memory alone was almost enough to make her cum.

"Hmmmm, you are really starting to like this aren't you slut" He growled. "We haven't even started yet, and your cunt's already running a river."

She couldn't deny it, the evidence was pooling in his palm as he spoke to her. What had happened to her? She was clearly a different Jennifer than the one who had come for a jewellery shoot almost a week ago, not just the outside appearances, but deep within her as well. But exactly what was she becoming she wondered.

Duane had reached for her phone, causing her mouth to open wide in a start of panic. 

"A couple for you to remember the moment," he said and took several pictures. She just stared at her phone, knowing how she must look.

"Do not delete these, deary. We may need them."

Duane put the phone back in her bag reached up and lightly scratched her banded nipples with his fingernail. The feeling was electric. "Did you obey and keep these rubber bands on all day?"

"Yes, Sir, I kept them on all the time," she said, nearly panting.

"Yes, I believe you did, slut," he smiled.

"Would you like me to remove the rubber bands, deary?"

"Yes, please, Sir, remove the bands."

"You've been a good slut, so I am going to do you a favor."

With that, Duane pulled out an inflatable ball gag and shoved it in her mouth. As she pulled at the cuffs, and mumbled in protest, Duane quickly inflated the gag until her jaw was stretched and her cheeks puffed out. She could do nothing but grunt and hum with that big an object stretching her mouth.

"I think you will find the removal to be quite dramatic. Your little nubs are, well, let me demonstrate. Feel free to express your true feelings. Guys, ready?"

With the video crew rolling, Duane reached down to find a grip on the left band. The swollen nipple made it quite difficult and several times Jennifer let out a muted yelp of pain. He finally managed to get a piece of the rubber and pulling it from the nipple, he quickly untwisted it and popped it free.

There was a moment hesitation, as he looked at his captive. Then suddenly, her eyes bulging, she screamed in anguish into the gag. The rushing blood reentering her hardened nipple was excruciating, as Duane had known it would be. She had never felt such pain, as though someone was poking her with a red hot needle. Her jaw was clenched around the inflated gag.

He looked at her with a small smile. "I told you it would be dramatic. Aren't you glad I put something into your mouth to bite down on?"

Her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide, Jennifer just stared at him, unable to think clearly.

"Would you like me to remove the other one, slut?"

Jennifer shook her head left and right, and tried her best to say NO through the gag.

"Sorry, I cannot accommodate you, slut. It has to come off so here goes." He managed to get a grip on the band, saying, "Take a deep breath and hold it." 

She obeyed, he quickly removed the band, and her reaction was as violent as before. She hung limply from the frame, as her poor nipples recovered from the bondage.

"OK, guys, let's continue. The crew brought out a cross bar and fitted it just under her shoulder blades. The bar had an adjustable pad and the men used it to push her chest away from the frame, arching her back and lewdly displaying her naked breasts to the crew. By the time they had finished the adjustments, she was in such discomfort that she barely noticed the constant flashing of the camera. Her continued exertions and discomfort, caused her to become breathless. With her nose as the only air passage available, she began shorting loudly trying to get enough oxygen. 

"Better relax a bit, Jenn," Duane soothed, "You don't want to pass out. No telling what we might do to you if you were unconscious."

Although his words frightened her, she was still able to see the logic and stopped struggling so she could catch her breath. Her breathing had no sooner returned to normal when Juanita entered the studio.  Jenn's eyes went wide at the sight of the beautician, fearing what she might be here to do. With the pad behind her, her bonds had been pulled so tight that there was little room for movement no matter how hard she struggled. A combination of fear and exertion soon had her breath whistling through her nostrils again as she saw Juanita look to Duane for instruction.

"Both nipples." was all Duane said. He watched Jennifer for a reaction and he was not disappointed. She was doing everything possible to twist and turn and speak, all to little avail.

"Yes, I know, slut. You indeed were a good slut today, so this is not a punishment. Think of it as a gift for your obedience. You now know how sensitive your nipples can be, but bound in rubber bands is simply not practical." Turning to Juanita he continued, "Remember, vertical to distinguish her from the pack. Star on the left."

"Yes, Sir," Juanita replied. 

Jennifer's struggles reached a frenzied pace, but lack of oxygen finally caused her to stop. Her nostrils flared like a frightened mare as Juanita approached. First she applied a liquid that made Jenn's nipples feel cold, making her areolae pucker and her nipples stand at full attention. Next the antiseptic. Jennifer's muffled attempts to scream and cry were strangled by the inflatable gag, as Juanita pressed the piercing needle through her nipples. A metal star, like a sheriff's badge with a hole in it was fitted over her left nipple, then a bar was inserted through the piercing to hold the star in place. By the time the second nipple had received a vertical bar, Jennifer was incoherent. It all made for a very exciting video.

As Juanita packed up her gear, Duane deflated the gag to allow the poor girl to recover her breathing. He then stood in front of her, admiring Juanita's handiwork and telling Jennifer that like her collar, the bars in her nipples were permanently locked.

"OH GAWD" Jennifer cried. "How can I ever face my parents with these? I can't use a change room! How can I ever wear a bra again? 

"None of those things are my problem," replied Duane. "In fact, you might as well toss the bras. You will do nothing to conceal these piercings, hon. Nothing," he harshly emphasized the last word.

She hardly noticed that the crew had begun to gather around, nor that they each held a different vibrator. Everything from the electric powered magic wand with the huge vibrating ball on the end, to the battery powered jelly with the small head and thin shaft. 

"What are you going to do? What are you doing? Duane. What are they doing? NO, not like this. Please. PLEASE. Don't take my virginity LIKE THIS!!" Jennifer was frantic, struggling.

"CALM DOWN NOW." Duane commanded. "I told you before. We take your virginity when you beg." He said smiling."

"Y..Y..Yes but I b..b..begged you last night. I b..b..begged you last night and you d..d..didn't Jennifer sobbed."

"Oh deary. All you did last night was ask. That wasn't begging. I think you will be begging after the guys are done, but even then it might not be enough." He sneered.

"W..w..what are they going to do?" Still sobbing.

"It's called edging. We bring you right to the point of orgasm, then stop. Don't let you cum. Then after you calm down a bit, we start again. Over and over and over. I've seen women lose the power to speak from this treatment, but I've never seen it done to a virgin so this should be very interesting. And a very profitable video."

"Edging. Who makes this stuff up" Jennifer wondered to herself, and then it began.

Jake held a magic wand, and he was the first to approach. She could see the photographer and the video camera behind him as he came towards her, cord dragging from the wand. 

"I like these the best" Jake rasped. "They can go all day and never run out of power"

When he switched it on a loud hum permeated the air. The hum was somewhat muted as Jake pressed the ball between Jennifer's legs. She didn't own a vibrator, had never used one, never even considered it, so she was totally unprepared for the intensity of the feelings the vibrations elicited. Her whole being was suddenly centered in her pussy. She instantly jerked her legs, trying to close them to no avail. Almost immediately she climbed towards orgasm. 

The vibrations passing through her lower body caused an arousal like she had never felt. Nothing had ever melted her core like this incredible machine was doing. It seemed like no time at all before she was at the brink of orgasm. She pulled mightily at her wrists and ankles. Her entire body went rigid, and then it was gone. Jake had pulled the vibrator away from her and she felt empty. She pulled and wiggled trying to give herself some stimulation, but the spread eagle position gave her nothing to rub against. She could feel her juices running down her thighs and smell the distinct musk of a female in heat.




Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 06



The next up was something called a rabbit. This one had two parts. A large phallus shaped part which vibrated and wiggled and was normally intended for insertion into the vagina, and a smaller curved part meant to tickle the clit at the same time. The guy holding this one was Gerry, and he was careful not to penetrate her as he lay the phallic part along her moist lips and brought the small part into contact with her clit. He turned it on to wiggle and vibrate and immediately Jennifer started to climb again towards her orgasm. She started moaning, writhing, pulling at her bonds as Gerry brought her increasingly close to that blessed relief. She felt every muscle in her body tense as her brain raced towards her release and at that exact moment, Gerry pulled back and shut the vibrator off. Although her cunt was now literally running with juices, she simply didn't have the stimulation she needed to finish

"OH GAWD. PLEASE." She yelled. "PLEASE let me CUM." 

The only response was another crew member with another vibrator and another denied orgasm. This one left her even more desperate.

"Duane. Please. Sir. Master. Duane." She whispered "Take my virginity. Pop my cherry. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Make me cum. Please. Duane I'm begging. Begging like you wanted. OH GAWD DUANE PLEEEEEESE" Almost out of her mind with lust, she had never needed anything as badly as she needed Duane to penetrate her. She didn't think she could even live if he didn't do it to her right now, and make her cum. Duane walked over to her and put his mouth right next to her ear. She shivered at his closeness. 

"Not yet" was all he whispered.

As Duane pulled himself back, the next man stepped up holding the jelly. The small head slipped easily between her soaked inner lips to tease her sensitive bud. Somehow, her brain was able to function well enough to try to trick them into going too far. She tried to stay still, pretend this one wasn't going to make her cum and trick them into giving her the orgasm she so desperately needed. True to plan she held very still until almost the last second when she couldn't help but tense up, giving herself away and causing the vibrator to be immediately withdrawn. 

As Duane had predicted, Jennifer was now uttering incomprehensible gibberish. Moaning, crying, babbling. Nothing that sounded like words. She pulled and jerked at her bonds flailed her head from side to side. All to no avail as the sweet torture continued. When Duane pulled the final vibrator from her clit, just before she started to come, she became comatose. Her yes were open she was breathing, but she was neither moving nor speaking. 

"It's OK." Duane told the crew. "She's still breathing, she's just disconnected from reality for a minute."

Duane waited a minute or so, then slapped Jennifer's cheek. Another minute, another slap. Suddenly Jennifer was back. When Duane and Jake released her wrists and ankles, they had to grab her limp body to keep her from falling. Laying her on the couch, they went to work fitting a metal belt around her waist, with another belt that looped under her crotch and completely covered her sex. Then they sat back to await the return of her full faculties.

It took about 20 minutes for her to recover to the point where speech was possible. During that time, Jennifer's hands had been busy. Unconsciously, her hands had moved to her crotch, trying in vain to rub herself into the orgasm she so badly needed. 

"Please...please." She whispered desperately. "Fuck my virgin cunt. I need to cum. I can't go on like this. Please Duane."

As she continued to return to reality, she became aware of the chastity belt. In desperation she tried to get a finger inside to tease herself to orgasm, but found that it was impossible. She banged on it, tore at it with her fingers, pulled at the waistband, all with no effect. Finally she looked up at Duane with resignation.

"What do I have to do? I begged you like you wanted. I pleaded with you. You can have me. I'm yours. Go ahead. Just unlock this thing. UNLOCK THIS FUCKING THING."

Just a few short days ago, she would never have thought of uttering such a phrase, and now she was screaming it at the top of her lungs. Once again, she realized that she was changing into someone else. This one was a foul mouthed slut indeed.

"One more day baby. One more day," was all he said.

Thankfully, Stephanie was already asleep when Jenn finally arrived home, nearly 1:30 a.m. For eleven hours, she had been taken to the outer reaches of her galaxy, only to be brought back to earth time and time again.

She was too exhausted to do anything. She peed through the metal screen, resigned to her sex being surrounded. She would shower in the morning. 

She stood at the mirror, fondling the vertical bars that skewered her right nipple, and the star and bar on her left. Her nipples were indeed at full attention. As she studied her breasts in the mirror she recalled Duane's words:

"Like the collar, these are permanent."

In a daze, she staggered to her bed, and was asleep in seconds. 



Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 07



This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated.

If you have not read chapters one through seven, I strongly recommend that you do. This chapter will make more sense if you do.

I would be remiss if I did not thank my co-author. She spent countless hours reading, writing, and editing this series. It would not have been possible to write it without her help.

All references to Gor and things Gorean refer to the works of John Norman. These references are related back to Jennifer's first exposure to BDSM and how it shaped her current fantasies. 




Her dreams were haunted by vibrators and cocks, by orgasms denied, and by Duane. Duane taking her virginity. Duane pushing his hard cock deep into her pussy. Duane fucking her ruthlessly. Duane....

When she woke she cried from frustration. She couldn't touch herself. Couldn't make herself cum, and Duane was making her wait until tonight. 

Jennifer knew she had to shower, and that there was very little chance she could avoid Stephanie. In her dreams, she knew what she would tell her roomie, but now that she was awake, it seemed like such a lame explanation. 

As she headed to the bathroom, she called out to her friend, "Hi Steph, gonna take a shower. You good?"

"Hey, babe, yeah, you got in late again last night," Stephanie responded from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'll tell you all about it in a few."

"Lemme take a rain check on that. I have to leave earlier today. Problem needs to be solved with my advisor. On my way out, later!"

Too good to be true, thought Jennifer. Way too good. 

Jennifer checked the mirror, only to look away. She did not know the person looking back. Everything was metal, metal that reminded her of her youth, metal that first led her to masturbate, to cum and cum again. What was it about the metal? 

After a couple of days, she was used to the hair and earrings. Even the collar was feeling natural. But what Duane did to her last night was shocking.

The earrings! She removed the SLUT rings and replaced them with the S S dangles, one at a time.

Her nipples were not just sensitive. They ached. The badge on her left nipple hung heavily, and stretched her tender bud. The bars ensured that each nipple was erect and hard, pleading for attention.

And the belt, the chastity belt. Locked on her body, imprisoning her sex. She tried everything to squeeze by its defenses, but only water would pass through. She even tried a thin ruler, in an attempt to stimulate herself and satisfy her need. It only made her more desperate and more depressed. 

As she dried herself, she thought of Ben. For a hand job, she could probably get out of the belt. But what if he demanded more. He might ask her to strip completely, thereby revealing the nipple shield and bars. 

And to what end? Duane seemed to know everything and certainly every disobedience. He was right. She had to obey.

She wore a loose blouse that would not accentuate her nipples, and a conservative skirt which would easily hide the belt. The collar and earrings, well, everyone had already seen them.

Her luck held. In fact, she was swimming in good fortune. No confrontation with Steph and another day without running into Ben. This had all the makings of a good day.

The moment she stepped into her first class, she knew it would be difficult. Doug turned in his seat to wave at her, and several students turned to look. She smiled brightly and moved to the seat he had saved.

"Hey, Jenn," he greeted her. "We still good for dinner and study this evening."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she answered, showing as much despair as possible. "I totally forgot and booked a shoot for later this afternoon, and there is no way to know when it ends. I'm so sorry." And she really was. And she noticed that he had seen her tongue stud.

"I understand. Well, you have my number, so if you finish early, please call." He was clearly disappointed. "And I like your tongue piercing."

"Thanks, and I will call, but don't count on it." No, don't count on it at all, she thought. Her appointments with Duane and his crew had become part of her daily routine. And her classes had taken a dive.

The arrival of the prof interrupted their conversation, and the class dragged. She had no idea what he was talking about, having not studied one minute all week. A wave of depression washed over her.

Throughout the lesson she was aware of Doug taking copious notes. She just doodled, her mind on her nipples and her ever-rising need to cum. She wiggled in her chair, but noticed a slight clinking sound, as the chastity belt made contact with the back of the chair. She had to be careful, so careful.

Her mind wandered to the professor that Duane had introduced into her continuing debasement. She shook the cobwebs from her mind, noting her real prof was giving details about the midterm next week. She took a peek at Doug's notes, and tried to keep up. Much of what was mentioned she recalled, but only vaguely, as though it had been taught long ago. She wanted to cry.

Class ended and Doug said his good-bye. Jennifer acknowledged several other students, doing her best to be friendly and like her old self. She almost reached the back of the lecture hall when she felt her phone vibrate. A text. Her heart rate increased immediately.

"slut.

12 Noon. 

Lunch provided.

Skip your last class

Master D"

Her heart sank. He had never taken her from a class, but what difference did that make. He had not allowed her to study, so whether she attended the class or not hardly mattered. 

She tapped her tongue stud on her teeth; she tossed her hair, causing the S's to contact her neck above the collar. She pulled back her shoulders, so that her blouse would touch her nipples. And she felt her imprisoned pussy groan in need.

She sat in the last seat at the back of the next class, disconsolate. She was doomed. Her grades would be a disaster and her parents would be horrified. Dare she just run away? If there was only some light at the end of the tunnel! 

As class neared its end, it occurred to her that she had no idea where to meet the limo. She exited the building, turning down several invites for lunch, and looked left and right. She could see the driver standing at the end of the cement pathway leading from the building.

"Allow me to take your bag, miss." Always polite, always prompt. "You will find everything you need in the back seat."

At the last second she remembered her earrings and grabbed the little case from her bag, before it was efficiently whisked away by the driver. Funny, she had never noticed his name tag before now. Had he ever worn it before? James. 

Finally. After the horrible drudgery of the morning, she was wrapped in the cool, quiet luxury of the limo. The chilled champagne on ice, a small tray of peeled shrimp, oysters with sauce and some little crackers. She felt her school cares melt away. Surely this wouldn't be such a bad life would it?

She shook her head to clear it of those treasonous thoughts, and one by one swapped out the S dangles for the slut earrings as required for the upcoming shoot. She then turned her attention to the package on the seat beside her.

"Today's shoot will be very special slut" The note read. "You are to dress in this outfit before arrival. Make sure that you maintain a properly subservient attitude when you enter the studio. There will be guests you will want to impress.

The kimono was black silk. Very short with wide lapels bordering the plunging neckline. The bottom of the robe barely covered the chastity belt, which was the only thing she wore under it. The stilettos were very delicate with a thong which wrapped several times around her calf and tied just below the knee.

When James opened the door and helped her out, she saw his eyes shift down for an instant, then immediately back up to her face, and she knew he had seen the chastity belt. The heels were very high and she had to step carefully so as not to slip. With each step, with every movement, the cool smooth silk caressed her nipples, causing them to extend and send little sparks of excitement to her pussy.

Upon entering the studio Jenn immediately noticed a totally different atmosphere. The entire place smelled fresh and all the normal clutter was gone. Duane approached her with a smile and led her into a back room which had been outfitted as a salon. Juanita was waiting.

At first Jenn panicked thinking that more body modification was in order, but Duane explained that he just wanted her to look her best for today's activities. Juanita washed styled and dried her hair, and applied a light layer of make-up. 

When Jennifer saw herself in the mirror, she couldn't believe how stunning she looked. Not only were her hair and make-up perfect, the short kimono and high heels made her legs appear very long and slim, like the successful models she so admired. The thongs wrapped around her calves simply enhanced the whole effect.

As Duane led her back into the studio, Jennifer kept her eyes downcast, never looking higher than his crotch, but she was able to see that the room had been fitted with a thick dark red carpet. 

She also saw eight velvet upholstered armchairs in a semicircle. At the centre of the circle was a metal stand with a large square base and a strong rod sticking up from the centre, like the stand for a mannequin in a department store. 

Duane guided her to stand on the metal base, then positioned her so the rod connected with the chastity belt, effectively holding her in that location. Jennifer thought to herself that she was being displayed like some prize collectible doll and that caused her pussy to moisten.

As she stood in position, Duane walked behind her.

"Arms back slut"

The metallic click of the handcuffs sent another flood of juices into the chastity belt as he fastened her wrists behind her. He adjusted the lapels of her robe to ensure that sufficient cleavage was exposed, and left the studio.

Duane soon returned with seven strangers, five men and two women. There was much chatter as they entered the room and saw Jennifer on display. Each person took a slow walk around her on their way to sit down in one of the chairs. Jennifer kept her eyes downcast. One woman reached out to touch her.

"Please no touching. If you are the successful bidder, you will have ample opportunity for that." Duane admonished.

Jenn had been in an almost constant state of arousal since last night, and this scenario was turning her on even more. The humiliation of standing on display, fixed to a display stand, hands cuffed behind her, being inspected by these strangers caused Jenn's pussy to run with her juices. When she heard the word bidding, her libido went into overdrive.

She was just starting to get a whiff of her own musk, when James entered the room. Jennifer wondered what he was doing in here. She had never seen him in the building during any other session, and he had always been a perfect gentleman towards her. She was stunned when he took the eighth chair.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen. It would appear that we are all here now." Duane announced. "You have all had live video feed of each session with this model since her very first day in our studios. Of all the people who subscribed, and expressed interest in the auction, you have been selected by lottery to have the opportunity to bid for her. 

Jennifer's thoughts began to race. Bid on her for what? Were they actually going to sell her? Sell her like a slave? Her mind went immediately to Gor. It was something she had dreamed since first reading about the slavers in her books. Pictures from the novels flew through her head, slave girls displayed like animals, to be sold to the highest bidder.

"As you know, tonight's model is a virgin and as you have seen, we were able to get her to beg us to, but we have not taken her virginity. Tonight you will be bidding for that pleasure," Duane explained. 

Jennifer started to squirm. Apparently she was going to lose her virginity to one of these people tonight. OH Noooooo. Not a stranger! It was Duane she had begged for. He was the one who had controlled her, had changed her into the hot bitch in heat. 

"Normally, with a model in this condition, we would also be taking bids for longer term slavery, but this particular girl was a custom request from a special client, and as such is not available for that position."

"Longer term slavery?" Again her mind jumped to her fantasies of Gorean slaves but then just as quickly latched onto the phrase "custom request from a special client". What did that mean? Someone had requested that she be transformed, that she would be defiled and debased and finally have her virginity auctioned off? Who did she know that could even think of such a thing?

Still with downcast eyes, Jennifer saw a motion at the side of the studio. When she glanced sideways, her heart stopped beating. Stephanie was standing there dressed in an evening gown. What was she doing here? Had they tricked her too? Stephanie entered the room and moved to Duane and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you so much darling. You've done a superb job with her. I can't wait to take her home." She purred. "Yes slut. I found your well worn library of Gorean fiction and decided to make it your new reality."

Jennifer's entire world came crashing down on her. How could she not have seen it? They had fought like cats during the first weeks of school, but then Steph had suddenly mellowed. Now she knew it was because she'd had other plans for her roomie. 

Steph had suggested she defy Duane's instructions. Steph knew all about the deceit she had tried. Steph had sent the photos, her schedule, her cum covered tee. Steph was the "special client".

As these realizations washed over her, she looked at Steph, but could not hold her gaze. Obediently, her eyes cast down to waist level. That was when she noticed that Steph held something that looked like a small TV remote. Jennifer had barely had time to wonder what it was before she saw Steph point it at her and move her thumb to a button. 

Suddenly the rod attached to her crotch began to vibrate. It was a soft quiet vibration. Hardly noticeable in the noise of the room. Not enough to cause an orgasm, but more than enough to spike her arousal.

"Ooooohhhh nnnoooo. Pleeease." Jennifer whispered as the vibrations continued. "I need to cum. Pleeese Steph. Don't do this to me."

"That's Mistress from now on slut. We are no longer roomies, and we are certainly not on a first name basis."

The vibrations increased in intensity as Steph spoke causing Jenn to squirm on her stand. She jiggled and shuffled her legs, but she could do nothing to stop the torture. After a short time, the vibrations returned to their original tickle. It was clear that she was once again going to be denied her release.

"As a reminder, before the bidding begins, Tonight's auction is for vaginal virginity only. With some additional training, her Mistress is expecting to be able to auction her anal virginity in the near future." 

As Jennifer thought back over the previous week, she couldn't imagine anything else they could do to her, but she knew in her heart that whatever Steph had planned, it would be humiliating, and that she would love it in spite of herself.

"Let the bidding begin." Announced Duane with a flourish. "Who'll start me out at a thousand?"

The vibration in Jennifer's crotch suddenly increased in intensity, causing her to groan again. When she did, It quickly subsided to the tickle.

"Slut. Turn around, show the bidders what you are offering." Duane commanded. 

She could not really lift her feet, but by a sexy sway of her hips, she was able to shuffle them slightly to allow her to turn around the post that held her in place.

"One thousand...One thousand... Anyone? Ah Mistress G. Thank you.

Any advance on one thousand?"

As the bidding commenced, Jennifer continued to turn around on her post. When her back was to the group, Duane commanded her to stop and pulled up her kimono.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Look at this fine shapely ass. Imagine it bent in front of you waiting for you to take the prized virginity below. Any advance on one thousand? Twelve hundred, Master F. Anyone else...Any advance on twelve?"

"Turn slut. Turn and face the bidders." 

As Jenn shuffled around, the rod began to vibrate more strongly. She felt her knees getting weak as she neared her orgasm. She felt herself returning to that endless arousal and denial of last night and moaned loudly. She was humiliated to have this group of people see her like this but it was so exciting her that she couldn't stop herself.

"Please. Please let me cum." She pleaded. "Please Mistress." 

It was the first time she had addressed Steph as Mistress, but somehow it just felt right.

"Oh my." Lamented Duane. "We can't let such a prize sell for so little. Perhaps the bidders need a fresh look at the rest."

Duane moved behind her and unsnapped the cuffs from her wrists.

"Open the robe slut."

Jennifer's hands moved tentatively to the sash and undid the knot. Slowly she opened the front of the robe to expose her pierced nipples and shield. One of the bidders groaned, sighed and bid $1500.

"Pull your nipples slut. Tease them. Make them stand out." 

As Jennifer did as she was told, the vibrations increased again, adding to the intense arousal generated from her nipples. On the verge of cuming, Jennifer closed her eyes and tensed up. Suddenly the vibrations ceased.

"STOP. Hands down! NOW." From Seph.

Jenn groaned and dropped her hands to her sides.

"Please." She begged. "Please Mistress. Please let me cum."

"I have fifteen. Do I hear $2000?" Duane queried. "$2000 for this beautiful slut to beg you to take her virginity tonight?"

"Two thousand" 

Jennifer had not seen who it was that bid, but she thought she recognized the voice. No it couldn't be. 

Duane walked towards her with a key. 

"You do NOT touch yourself. Understand? Hands away." Duane instructed as he unlocked the chastity belt and removed it from the rod.

After slipping her robe back off her shoulders and away, he then hooked a finger in her collar ring and proceeded to lead her naked around the semicircle. 

"Nice and clean. No stubble. Notice the extreme arousal, the engorged labia and clitoris, the copious lubrication. This slut is the ripest virgin I have ever seen. One of the oldest too. She has obviously worked hard to keep her virginity. Is two thousand the best you can do?"

Jennifer thought back to her beautiful hair. She had spent years looking after that, protecting it from harm and it too had been taken from her and sold. Now her precious virginity was on the auction block. The humiliation was almost unbearable. 

"Back in position slut." Duane ordered, guiding Jenn back onto the stand so her naked pussy was now in contact with the vibrating rod.

The vibrations were more intense now that her cunt was in direct contact with the rod, but she held her position as ordered. Steph was still in control of the remote and varied it up and down keeping Jennifer on the edge.

"Please Mistress. Pleeease." She whispered.

"Please what?" Steph replied, increasing the vibrations and then abruptly stopping them again.

Jennifer couldn't control herself any more. The torture of last night's denial. The inability to bring herself off today. The auction scene being played out with her virginity as the prize. It was too much for her. She cracked again.

"Please let them fuck me." Softly, almost inaudible.

"I can't hear you slut." 




Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot Ch. 07



"P... P... Please, Mistress. Let them f... fffuck me. Let them take my virginity...eeeeeee." As Steph increased the vibrations to maximum for a second.

"There's the magic phrase." Steph announced. "We all heard her. Duane, darling. I think we are ready for the love seat." 

Two men entered and removed the display stand followed by two more who carried in something that looked a bit like a weightlifting bench. There was a small seat, with a long padded ramp behind it. The ramp was flanked by two legs that were spaced a little more than shoulder width apart and extended well above it. Jenn did not resist as she was led to the bench and told to sit down on the small seat.

As she lay back along the ramp, each man took a foot and pulled it upwards, effectively doubling her over. This allowed them to fasten her ankles to the extended back legs of the bench. With her knees pushed out past shoulder width, Jennifer's arms were extended over her legs and fastened together by a length of rope passing under the ramp.

Spread, immobile, defenceless, Jennifer was mortified when she realized how open and vulnerable she was in this position. Her entire crotch was spread wide with both holes clearly visible to the bidders. Not only that, but both her outer and inner lips were spread open, clearly revealing her virgin entrance glistening with her juices.

When she was properly secured, Duane moved to the bench and grabbed her earrings, holding her head steady. Jennifer's eyes went wide when she saw Jake enter with the metal bit gag. As she felt her tummy melt, she knew it was futile to beg, but couldn't help herself.

"No. Please Master. I can't. Not that one. Not again. Please."

A sharp tug on the earrings stopped her begging and held her head in place.

"Open wide." Jake grinned as he approached.

Jennifer had no choice but to obediently open her mouth. The feeling of the cold metal entering between her lips and pulling at her cheeks. The click of chromed steel on her teeth as he pressed it in. The sharp clicking as her metal tongue stud impacted the bit. The pressure of the strap as he fastened it behind her head. She could barely contain herself. Her whole body stared to shake with the need to cum.

"There's just something about this gag." Duane remarked as he surveyed his handiwork. I think our guests have waited long enough."

Steph moved in again and slowly, torturously traced a finger from Jennifer's perineum along her soaked lips and up to her clit. She gently worked it around the slippery entrance, pushing it in ever so slightly.

"OH NGOD!" Jennifer groaned. "Pgwease wet me gcummmmmmm. Sombogy. Angybugy. Fuck Mgeeee." 

Jennifer's begging, added to her predicament, sparked a new round of intense bidding.

$2200... $2500... $3000... $4000... $4200

"Best we've ever had." Whispered Duane, causing Steph to smile with pride.

"Told you so didn't I." Steph replied haughtily.

"Forty two going once... Going twice... Third and final time at $4200... Sold!"

Jennifer was in a world of her own. Trapped in a fog of arousal, she had long ago lost track of what was happening with the auction. She had no idea who had just made the winning bid. She only knew that she needed whoever it was to hurry up and fuck her before she lost her mind completely.

Her cunt was on fire. Rivers of juice dribbled down her ass. No girl had ever been more ready. When she looked up though lust clouded eyes, and saw James leaning over her she smiled inwardly. If Duane didn't want her, wouldn't take her virginity himself, then James was the next best thing.

"Please remove the bit." He commanded. "I want her to talk clearly."

The act of removing the gag was almost as arousing as its insertion. The metal clicking on her teeth and tongue stud.

"Now then slut. Ask for it. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to take your cherry." James growled as he stood before her. 

It was like a slap in the face. He had always been so kind. So gentlemanly, and now he had called her slut, and wanted her to beg him to fuck her. A tear of humiliation and hurt trickled down her cheek.

James placed his hand on her cheek and used his thumb to wipe away the tear. 

"No crying slut. This is your lucky day, you just don't know it yet. Now beg."

"Please. Please." She whispered softly. "Please fuck me. Please" 

As she was speaking, James began taking off his clothes, and setting them on his chair. 

When Jennifer saw his cock, she almost fainted. It was long, hard and red, sticking out horizontally from his groin. It looked too big to go where she knew it was going. Where she wanted, no, where she needed, it to go. 

"Please what?" he hissed

Jennifer stopped dead. She had told him what, hadn't she? She had begged him to fuck her. What was he asking of her? What was she supposed to say? Then it hit her.

"Please SIR. Please take my virginity with your magnificent cock. Please SIR." She pleaded, hoping that would be what he wanted.

Tell me again, properly, what you want slut. Beg me to take you." He instructed as his fingers moved to slide through her inner lips and tease her entrance.

Everything that happened in the last week flooded through her mind. Suddenly old Jennifer was gone, and new Jennifer, bad girl Jennifer, slut and slave Jennifer emerged from her cocoon.

"FUCK ME SIR!" She screamed. "Fuck me now Pleeeeease Sir! Stick it in me. Make me cum on your cock. Take my virginity Sir! Ram it in. Make me your whore. JUST FUCKING FUCCCKKKK MEEEEE PULLLEEEEASE!"

Almost before the words were out of her mouth, the fat head of his cock was rubbing along her soaked cunt. As he slowly pressed himself forward, Jenn felt her lips yield to the pressure and stretch to accommodate his girth. 

She had tried to masturbate with a small cucumber once, but it had been cold and unyielding. Nothing like the hot velvet steel which was stretching her now. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as he continued to slowly press himself home. 

Part way in, there was some resistance. Jenn felt a stab of pain, a slight tearing, then suddenly he was buried in her centre. The pain quickly subsided, replaced by an overwhelming arousal. He had done it. He had bought her most prized possession and he had just claimed his prize. 

For an instant Jennifer felt intense sadness, but almost immediately it was replaced by a whole new level of arousal. She had the strangest feeling of alternating between full and empty as his thick cock stroked in and out of her cunt. It was truly a cunt now. No longer a virgin pussy.

Jennifer had been so aroused by the vibrating post, the auction, and Steph's teasing finger, that within a very few strokes, she began to cum. She squirmed and cried out thrashing around under James as he increased the tempo of his strokes. 

"OHHHHHGAWWWDNOOOOOOO." As the long denied orgasm swept her off in a tsunami of emotion. Her cunt flooded with juice resulting in obscene squelching noises as James continued to fuck her. The whole studio smelled of her musk, but she was beyond caring.

James kept pounding her as she crested her peak, then slowed as her orgasm passed. Leaning down he kissed her full on the mouth, shoving his tongue between her lips. Fighting with her tongue, causing her metal stud to shift and click against her teeth. 

His passion would not be denied and he renewed his frenzied fucking. She came again and again as he pounded her. The cameras recording every second of the activity. 

He had tremendous control. Jennifer continued to cum over and over while he kept pumping. Finally, when she was almost exhausted, she felt him slow down and push himself all the way in to her. His entire body stiffened and he groaned loudly as she felt his strong hot jets of cum flood her cunt. This entirely new sensation caused Jennifer to shake with one last orgasm before she swooned under him.

She awoke to the sound of applause just as James was withdrawing his softening cock. When he got up and left, she could feel her cunt gaping wide and a gush of their combined fluids flow down over her asshole and onto the bench. 

Her hair and make-up were a mess. She was weak and sore, but for the first time in 3 days, she was satisfied. A feeling of delicious warmth spread through her body. The men returned and gently removed her bonds, allowing her to sit up on the bench resulting in another flood of cum escaping her slowly contracting hole.

"Well slut. How was your first time?" Steph asked

"It was wonderful mistress" She replied. "What's going to happen to me now?"

"Well slave, I will control your life from this day forward. You will, of course, quit school, but you will continue to live with me and be trained to serve me as my personal slut and slave." Steph pronounced. 

"Assuming you don't get pregnant from fucking James without protection, you will begin modelling for Duane and his crew full time. They will ensure that you are well trained to sexually serve both men and women. From time to time we will auction off your favours much as we did your virginity tonight. What do you say to all that slut?"

"Thank you Mistress, Thank You." 



Jennifer's Jewellery Shoot



As Duane saw her coming around, he moved in and sat close to her head.

"There now Jennifer. Are you all right? That was some fit you threw. Biggest orgasm I ever saw bar none. Do you want to clean up a bit before the limo takes you home?"

Her tee and bra were OK, but her slacks and panties were a soaked wreck. There was no way she could sit in the car all the way home unless she had some new clothes. When she told Duane, he smiled and said he had some stuff left from a previous shoot that he would give her. He said that there was a shower in back and told her to help herself to a towel, then headed off to find the clothes. The men all glanced up when she pushed off the blanket and exposed her naked torso once again.

"Jesus. Hadn't they had enough from before?"

She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and headed off to get cleaned up. She stripped threw her clothes in the garbage, and hopped in the shower. Long hot and relaxing. Washing away the shame from before. When the water started to get cold, Jennifer stepped out and started to towel off. Duane was standing there. Looking. 

"Yeah. I think these will fit." he said looking her up and down. "When you are dressed, I'll have the limo take you home."

She picked up the clothes he had left on the counter and sighed. There was a micro-mini skirt , and a a halter style top, semi sheer. Both panties and bra were absent. With no alternative, Jennifer sighed again, slipped on the clothes, stepped into her shoes and headed out to the warehouse. She had arrived as a respectable model and now she was leaving, dressed like a whore. Feeling like a whore. Everyone was gone except Duane who handed her a small bag and led her to the Limo. 

As the driver pulled away, she checked the bag to make sure all her things were there and right on top was the metal gag, the last one. OH MY GAWD.