6 comments/ 21341 views/ 2 favorites The Lamp Ch. 07 By: carvohi Tammy found herself caught up in an unimaginable situation. Her husband had found some way to control her and most everything around her. He could manipulate her size, her voice, everything. He'd sold their house, everything in it, and moved them across the country. She'd spent the entire trip as a six-inch doll, naked, locked in a birdcage. He intended her to spend the rest of her life as a middle school child in some outrageous private school. She was trapped and she knew it. Now he was taking her to an open house where she was to meet children her own age. There were no children her age! She wasn't a child! She was a fully-grown woman, a woman with a life, and a past. How could she ever get out of this mess? How indeed! When they reached the car Mike opened the door and she got in. The drive to the school wasn't far. They were there in no time. Pulling into the parking lot Mike and Tammy could see the open house was going to be well attended. For a smallish private school Green Hollow must have had several hundred people in attendance. It was late in the evening, the sun was going down, but it was still light enough to clearly see everyone getting out of their cars and walking toward the administrative building. There were girls of all ages, but most seemed to be at least middle schoolers, with a good contingent of high school girls. There were substantial numbers of parents, but Mike and Tammy saw very few of the upper school girls had grown ups with them. Most of the children were dressed in regular street clothes. Only a few were wearing uniforms. Mike pulled the car into a space. Looking over at Tammy he said. "Sit still, let your Uncle Mike be a gentleman and open your door for you." He got out and went around the car. When he opened Tammy's door she didn't move. Mike said. "Get out Tammy, we don't want to be late for orientation." Tammy still didn't move. Mike spoke again. "Tammy let's go. Don't make me pull you from the car." Tammy finally answered. "I'm not doing this. You've had your fun, now take me home and put me back the way I was." Mike wasn't surprised at Tammy's behavior. "Tammy, if I have to turn around and take you back. I'll stick you in your birdcage and you'll never leave that bedroom again. That is a promise." Just then another adult appeared walking down the lot. It was the dean of the middle school, Ms. Harper. She spoke. "Hello, Is that Uncle Mike?" Looking inside the car she said. "I'll bet that's Tammy." Mike answered. "Hello Ms. Harper. Yes it's us. Tammy seems to be a little reluctant to get out of the car." Ms. Harper leaned in past Mike and looked directly at Tammy. "Hi, I'm Gizelle Harper, the dean of the middle school. Your Uncle Mike told me all about you. I'm so glad to see you. I guess you're a little scared. I know how you feel. It's always difficult when you start out someplace new. Your Uncle Mike says you spent all your education being home schooled. I'll bet that was exciting. We have quite a few home schooled children here. I think you're going to fit right in. Tammy looked at Ms. Harper. "I'm not going to school here." Oops! She thought. What she meant to say was that she wasn't going to school at all, but it was too late the other woman had already started to talk. Ms. Harper smiled again and answered. "Well you don't have to if you don't want to. Everyone wants what's best for you, but won't you at least come inside and look around?" Tammy gave Mike and evil look. She looked at Ms. Harper with equal animosity. "I'll go in tonight, but don't expect me to stay." Ms. Harper responded. "Sure Tammy. Let's just look around tonight. If you don't like us, well, we'll understand." Ms. Harper extended her hand. Glaring ferociously at her would be Uncle; Tammy leaned out and accepted Ms. Harper's assistance from the car. Once out of the car and standing, Ms. Harper held both Tammy's hands and looked her over. "Well Tammy, you're an attractive young lady. Let's go inside and meet some of the people. Those glasses make you look like a scholar. I just bet you love reading. Have you any of the Nancy Drew's? We have the whole collection! Who knows you might get to like us yet." Tammy flashed another look at her husband, and then spat back at Ms. Harper. "Don't count on it, and I'm afraid you'll find I'm really a lot older than I look." Ms. Harper gave Tammy another of her best welcoming smiles. "Why of course. I can already see you're a very mature young lady." Tammy wanted to scream. She wanted to curse, but she was getting the evil eye from Mike. They'd gotten her out of the car, and she decided to go through with this one evening. But she already heard the blatant condescension in Ms. Harper's voice. She didn't like it. She'd show them who they were dealing with. She'd show them tonight! Before Tammy could begin to express what she was thinking Ms. Harper had taken her hand and started strolling down the parking lot toward the main building. "Come on Tammy. We'll go in together." Tammy realized she'd been outsmarted. Ms. Harper was holding her hand like she was a little girl. Tammy wanted to yank away, but she knew Mike's retribution later would be swift and sure. Further, short of her own anger and embarrassment, she knew that this woman was only doing her job. Here in the dying light of the evening sun it was probably easy to miss the fact that she was actually a grown woman. Once they got inside she was sure Mike would be exposed. As they strolled along toward the main building Ms. Harper kept up a steady stream of questions. She asked Tammy what sports she liked. Did she have any favorite authors? What types of music did she prefer? Tammy had a sarcastic answer for each question, but Ms. Harper was talking too fast The sarcasm didn't get through. When they reached the vestibule Ms.Harper said. "Here let me take your coat. Tell you what, we'll put it away in my office then you'll know right where to go when you want it." Ms. Harper didn't hesitate. She went right to work unclasping Tammy's coat belt and unbuttoning the big buttons. Before Tammy had a chance to react Ms. Harper had her coat off. There she stood in the brightly-lit vestibule dressed like a child. Tammy was mortified, but Ms. Harper was still too fast. She looked at Tammy and said. "My what a wonderful dress. It's the same as our school colors. I love your shoes, and the stockings are just the right touch. Who did you hair Tammy? I love your braids." Ms. Harper had her in tow now. She lifted Tammy's right hand, and before Tammy could react Ms. Harper had her doing a pirouette. Ms. Harper went on, "Wow, Tammy, you are mature for your age!" Without skipping a beat Ms. Harper turned to one of the other women standing nearby. Mrs. Valley come over here I want you to meet someone. Mrs. Valley was one of the middle school English teachers. She pounced on Ms. Harper and Tammy. "Hi, is this one of our new girls? My name is Mrs. Valley. The woman turned to Ms. Harper. "She's really pretty isn't she?" Looking both at and past Tammy she pressed on. "She looks so sweet. She's going to fit right in here." Tammy was incredulous! She was talking like she wasn't really there. This is ridiculous. Couldn't she see she wasn't just some child? Couldn't they tell she was really a grown up! At that moment Mike stepped forward. "Excuse me ladies. Tammy I told you not to wear so much lip gloss. Now go in the bathroom and clean that mess off your lips right away." Tammy hadn't expected that. She sure didn't expect to be scolded like a she was some kind of bratty school girl in front of these other adults. No one said anything. Both Mrs. Valley and Ms. Harper stood silently staring off in the distance. It hit her! It hit Tammy like a rocket! Mike had put her in her place. The two women standing here were waiting for her to obey her uncle. Tammy looked at Mike. She looked at the two women. She inadvertently pressed her fingers to her lips. Eyes big as saucers she silently turned and went to the bathroom. She was heading for what read 'Ladies Room' when she was hailed by Ms. Harper, "Not there Tammy. That's the teacher's bathroom. The girl's bathroom is a little further down the hall." Tammy didn't even look back. Her face was bright red. She passed the adult bathroom and kept going to toward the now visible 'Girl's Bathroom'. She wasn't eager to hang around. She wanted to disappear as fast as she could. Before she realized what she was doing, in her eagerness to become invisible, she unconsciously started to skip. Oh my! She realized her mistake and stopped. It was too late! She knew Mike, Mrs. Valley, and Ms. Harper had all seen her childish foot action. She went into the 'Girls Bathroom, took a paper towel, and wiped off most of the lip-gloss. She thought. Mike knew she had too much gloss on. He'd put it on. He had this planned. He intended to use this as an excuse to embarrass her. Well he'd gotten her good, and right now there wasn't a damn thing she could do. Tammy stepped back into the hallway just in time to hear a bell resonate three times. The halls were crowded, but everyone started moving toward one door. Mike looked own the hall and quietly called out. "Come on Tammy it's time for the main presentation." As Tammy reached her supposed uncle he took her hand in his. She couldn't stop him. She tried to wriggle her hand free, but Mike's hand was bigger and he was stronger. He walked her into the main area just as though she was his child. Ms. Harper discreetly watched the hand action. She said to one of the other teachers "Isn't that just like a young girl. Embarrassed to hold her uncle's hand. Our new girl. She's adorable." Tammy heard what she said. She could feel her cheeks redden. She was blushing. She had never been so humiliated. Mike led Tammy down the aisle. The main chamber was actually the cafeteria, and the aisle separated rows composed of metal folding chairs. Normally the five foot five Tammy would have had no difficulty sitting in one of these chairs, but Mike had reduced her size. He led her down to a row very near the front. He stepped back and proffered her a seat. She stepped into the row, walked down about six seats, and sat down. Her feet touched the floor, but not by much. She swiveled her feet a little and could tell it wouldn't be hard to lean back and actually not have her feet touch the floor. She did just that. She lifted her legs, and held up her feet. She gave her horrid shoes another look. As she did this she realized she was acting just like any twelve-year old would, swinging her legs, lifting her feet to see her shoes. Tammy thought. This can't be happening. I must be regressing. She leaned forward again and sat up very straight. From behind Ms. Harper watched Tammy walk down the aisle. She thought. That Tammy is a cute girl. She's just real shy and insecure. She's just a little girl at heart. She's seems awfully introverted. I think if we treat her with kid gloves. Treat her like the innocent little girl she is, she'll come right around. Ms. Harper smiled to herself. Yes, she's a pretty thing. It'll be nice watching her grow and mature into a young lady. Tammy had a thought of her own. I've already made a fool of myself. I've let these grown ups manipulate me. She caught herself. What was she saying? She was a grown up too. It scared her. She was already fitting into the role Mike planned for her. This can't happen to me she said to herself. I won't let this happen. I'm a grown up. I'm an adult too. I'll show them I am. I'll show them I'm a grown up too! Mike was sitting beside his wife, or better still his niece. He considered, the possibility of an extra curricular sexual affair here and there wasn't out of the question now Tammy was effectively out of the way. He could try out Ms. Harper, or some one else from among of the very attractive young teachers on this faculty. All the while he'd still have Tammy at home if he needed a quick relaxed alternative. He passed a glance at Tammy, he could tell she was uncomfortable. He thought, why don't I pay her back for that little scene she caused at the car. Mike silently made the magic remark, Aba daba haller, make Tammy's breasts one quarter size smaller. Aba daba witchy, make her crotch feel itchy. He didn't look over. He continued watching the school slide show. Sitting beside Mike Tammy was feeling just about as low and insignificant as she'd ever felt in her life. She tried to concentrate on watching the slide show wondering if this was really where she was going to spend her daytime hours. Hell, she better pay attention to some of the slide program. Looking at the show she knew was going to hate the place. Everything was so childish, so adolescent. She felt out of sorts. The dress, the blouse were torture, but the under apparel was especially discomfiting. The bra didn't fit, and her crotch itched. She tried squeezing her legs tighter to get some abrasion. That didn't work. Crap! She was really starting to itch. It must be all new underwear. She discreetly tried reaching under her jumper to get the source of her misery. If she leaned over like she was pretending to look at the floor she could reach just far enough to scratch. It felt good. Mike leaned over. "Tammy sit up." Tammy sat back up. She tried to inch her jumper up a little while she sat back. Mike caught it. "Tammy push your dress down. Act your age. You're squirming like a four-year old. God thought Tammy. This is humiliating. She had to scratch She leaned backward and let her feet swing back and forth. She thought maybe that'll help. It didn't. Her bra didn't fit right any more. It felt too large. It had to be the elastic straps. This is awful They sat through the slide show. Afterward all the children, including Tammy, were divided into groups of four to six. An upper school student was assigned to lead Tammy's group through the school. Give the grand tour so to speak. While Tammy was participating in the tour Mike was off with the other parents to discuss some of the more mundane aspects of the school such as religious and health issues, sports, and the curriculum. Tammy turned out to be the only middle school student in her group. The other three girls were all transfers and were at least in the eleventh grade. Their upper school guide was a senior. She spent very little time talking to Tammy. The other girls looked upon Tammy as something of a childish nuisance. Someone they couldn't leave behind but they could ignore. While they walked around the older girls spent their time talking about boys. Tammy was thoroughly bored not just because they ignored her but because even if they hadn't ignored her, their conversations were well below her natural tendencies. These girls were talking about things Tammy had become aware of and grown used to years before any of them had any awareness at all. For a while Tammy tried to just listen to their chattering, but eventually she had to interrupt. She spoke to the senior who was their guide. Her name was Carrie. "Carrie, I'm tired, and I'm supposed to go to the buffet table and get something to eat. Can't we cut the tour short?" Carrie looked over at Tammy, but ignored her. She kept talking to the other girls. Tammy interrupted again, "Carrie I'm supposed to get something to eat. Let's cut this little tour of yours short." Carrie answered. "It's not my little tour. It's the school's tour, and you'd better pay attention" Tammy was getting impatient. This scruffy little high school know it all wasn't going to blow her off this easily. Tammy spoke more forcefully. "Look Carrie I'm hungry. If you don't cut this crappy little tour short I'm leaving to get something to eat." This time Carrie gave Tammy some attention. "Your name's Tammy right? You don't look like you need anything to eat to me. So shut your crappy little mouth." The other girls laughed. Tammy was pissed. First she wasn't fat, and second she didn't like being the butt of some stupid joke. "Look Carrie dear. I'm hungry, and I'm hungry now. Mike, I mean Uncle Mike is going out to eat later. If I don't get something now, I'll be shit out of luck until he gets home. Now cut this bullshit tour off now so I can eat." Carrie looked at Tammy, and then she looked at the other girls. "It sounds like our little middle school tag along wants some attention. She has a nasty little mouth too." Then Carrie pointedly asked the other girls. "What do you think we should do about this?" Tammy interrupted. "Don't talk about me like I wasn't here. Just do what I told you. I'm tired and I'm hungry, and I'm really getting sick of your juvenile prattle." Carrie looked at Tammy and chuckled. "You're starting to get on my nerves now kid. Why don't you just shut up?" Tammy stepped back from the group. Putting her hands on her hips making her jumper rise up high on her thighs she responded. "You're a nervy bitch aren't you? I said I was sick of this shit ass tour, and I'm sick of your stupid bullshit. I'm hungry. Now do something about it." Carrie looked at the other girls, all of whom were upper school students. "Well ladies, what should we do? One of the girls spoke up. "I think she needs a lesson in manners." Another injected. "She's got a foul mouth. I think we should wash it out with soap." Tammy looked at the girls, and shot back. "Don't think you can try anything. You don't know who your dealing with here." Carrie shot right back. "Oh yes we do." Before Tammy could react Carrie had her by the arm. "Come on girls. It's time for a trip to the ladies room." Tammy tried to get out of Carries grasp, but Carrie was bigger and much stronger. Still she struggled. "Get off me!" she chirped. It didn't take long. Two of the girls were on her before Tammy knew what hit her. They hustled her down the short hallway and into the girl's bathroom. Carrie took command. Looking at one of the other girls she said. "So squirt some soap in your hands and bring it here." She grabbed Tammy firmly by both arms and pushed her over one of the sinks. While Tammy squirmed Carrie pulled her jumper up over her behind. Carrie laughed and said. "Look, the kids got little sweetie panties." She went on. "Hold her against the sink. I'm going to teach little Miss Middle School a lesson." Tammy's dress was up over her back, and her head was being pressed into the sink. She shouted. "What do you think you're going to do?" Carried responded. "Why I'm going to do to you what every naughty little girl should get. I'm going to spank your little fanny." She arched her hand back and brought it down with a powerful smack on Tammy's left cheek. Tammy let out a yelp. "Stop. You can't do this to me!" Her complaint was received with another hard crisp smack on the right cheek. Tammy tried to squirm, but to no avail. Her arms were pinioned against her back so she couldn't fight back or move. She cried out, "Stop it! That hurts. Stop!" One of the other girls said. "Here, let me have a crack." The second girl whirled her arms around and slapped two more good ones, one on each cheek. Tammy couldn't do anything. She was totally immobilized. Helpless .She started to cry. "Stop, oh please stop. It hurts." By then a third had joined in. Her swipes were especially hard. Then the second girl got an idea. "I don't think she's hurt. I think we need to examine her for injuries." Carrie chimed in. "Here help me drop her panties. Let's see what she looks like." Two of the girls pulled her panties down. Tammy's ass cheeks were rosy red." One of three girls said. "My my, what a beautiful red ass." Carrie pointed and spoke up. "Look. There's not a sign of any hair on this little twerp. She's really a little one isn't she." The Lamp Ch. 07 The second girl looked at Tammy's nude puss. "She's got a bald little beaver." Then speaking to Tammy. "Are you sure you belong in middle school. This is an awfully young looking snatch for middle school." Tammy was crying wholeheartedly now. There was just nothing else she could do. She whimpered. "Oh stop, please stop. Please, let me pull my pants up. I'll be good." The third girl added. "We've hurt her. Does anybody have any medicine for her little red ass?" The second girl said. "No. But I have some soap." She took some of the gelatinized soap from the dispenser and slathered all over Tammy's ass. "There!" The third girl interjected. "Lather up her puss!" The second girl put some more soap on her hands and wiped all over Tammy's exposed vagina, making sure she got some well inside." Tammy cried. "No! That's not fair. Now I'll itch all night!" She was itching anyway. This would only make it worse! Carrie leaned over and looked at Tammy's red and swollen face. "Well my itty bitty baby with the soapy little clitty, are you going to be well behaved?" Tammy answered. "I'll behave." Carrie still wasn't done. "Do we need to wash your filthy mouth out with soap?" Tammy trembled and answered. "No." Carrie continued. "If we don't then when we let you go you're not going to run and rat us out are you?" Tammy answered pathetically. "No I won't tell." Carrie said to Tammy. "You better not. You and I are in school together. Don't try anything with me. Believe me I'll get you!" Tammy answered. "I won't tell. I won't say anything to anybody." Carrie finished. "You better not." She went on. "Let her up girls. Let the little skin slit up" The third girl interrupted. "Wait!" The others stopped and looked over. The third girl went on. "I want a kiss." Carrie was confused. "A kiss?" The third girl lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties exposing a neatly trimmed little bush. Yes. I want a kiss, A nice long deep kiss." Carrie looked at the others. "What a wonderful idea. What a wonderful way for our naughty little middle schooler to show us she's sorry." One by one the upper-school girls lifted their skirts and pulled down their panties. One by one Tammy had to crawl on her hands and knees to a waiting vagina and give each crotch a deep kiss. The upper-school girls looked at Tammy's red tear stained face. One said. "We better get her cleaned up before we leave the bathroom. Collectively the girls all went to work straightening Tammy's dress and wiping the pussy juice and twat hair off her face. When they thought she looked reasonably presentable the girls all returned to the hall. They started walking down the hall. Tammy bringing up the rear. Suddenly Tammy cried out. "Wait! Stop!" Carrie, who was in the lead chatting with one of the other girls asked. "Why? What's wring?" Tammy replied. "I left my panties n the bathroom." Carrie held up her right hand. She was swinging a pair of under pants. "You mean these?" Tammy lurched to the front of the group. "Oh thank goodness!" Carrie held them out of reach. "What's this?" Tammy said. I need my panties." Carrie asked. "And what's that special word we always use when we want someone to give us something?" "Please?" Responded Tammy. Carrie flipped the panties around and around. "I don't know. You lost them." Tammy begged. "Please. Mike. Uncle Mike will kill me." Carrie said. "Sure. Only you have to put them on right here." "Here in the hallway?" Tammy asked. Carrie answered. "Never mind. I'll just give them to Uncle Mike." Tammy pleaded. Oh No! I'll put them on here." The halls were starting to crowd up as the tours were all ending about the same time. Carrie handed Tammy the panties. All the girls in her group stood around and watched as Tammy tried to put her underpants back on without getting caught. She leaned forward slightly and slipped first one foot and then the other through the appropriate leg openings. She almost fell, but managed to get them on, pulling them up underneath her jumper. She had to pull her jumper up around her waist to get it done. She looked around. Some of the younger girls had seen the whole thing. As they started back down the hall Carrie looked around. Grinning. "Is anybody interested in something to eat? They're setting up some sandwiches in the cafeteria now." She looked over at Tammy and said in a syrupy voice. "Well sweetie. Would you like anything else to eat?" Tammy got the inferred message but ignored it. She answered. "Yes please." As they walked back toward the cafeteria Tammy tried to recover some level of self-control, but her behind hurt, her crotch itched, her face felt prickly, and Carries had a threatening arm around a shoulder. All she could think about was her sore ass, itchy twat, loose uncomfortable bra, and the possessive arm draped over her. Getting closer to the cafeteria Carrie whispered in her ear. "Remember. I've got my eye on you." Tammy reflected how strong these girls were, how they'd hurt her, and how they could ruin her socially if she did have to stay at this shit-hole of a school. Then the horror hit her! Jesus, I'm an adult. I've been humiliated, and spanked by teenage girls. I know girls, and what happened to me tonight will spread like wildfire. I'll be the butt of every joke in the school. I'll have Mike at home, and every girl at school all taunting me. I've got to get out of this place. I've got to talk to Mike. He has no idea what it's like to be the shit bird in a middle school. He can't leave me here! Not now! They reached the cafeteria. Carrie pulled a chair out at one of the tables. "Tammy you sit here. I'll get you something to eat." Tammy saw the look in her eyes. Carrie was a mean one. She was smiling, but she was giving a warning too. Tammy answered. "Yes, thank you." Carrie went to the food and beverage table. She took a paper plate, some of the plastic condiments, a coke, and piled the plate with several of the little sandwiches. She started back toward Tammy. Before Carrie could reach Tammy, Ms. Harper intercepted her. "Thank you for volunteering to baby sit for Tammy's uncle. Here's the address. I trust you can drive her home. You won't mind taking care of things for a while. Tammy's uncle and I will be dining out, and we'll be late getting back. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. Please get Tammy in bed early. I see you've been with her. How's she been doing. Carrie smiled at Ms. Harper. "Tammy's a little angel. She and I are going to become friends, I just know it." Ms. Harper was visibly relieved. "I think that's great. You know we have our mentoring program here at school. I'm afraid Tammy is a shy little thing. Would you consider taking her under you wing until she gets the hang of things?" Carrie smiled. "I'd love to Ms. Harper." Carrie started back to the table where Tammy was tremulously waiting. When Carrie got back to the table she handed Tammy the paper plate full of the sandwiches. "I've been talking to Ms. Harper. She wants me to be your mentor while you're here. I'll be looking out for you from now on. I'm going to be your guardian angel Tammy. Isn't that going to be nice?" Tammy almost choked listening to what Carrie was saying, but what could she say? "Carrie I'm glad you're my mentor." Carrie answered. "I just bet you are. Oh, by the way. I'm taking you home tonight. I'm to be your baby sitter until your uncle gets in." Tammy was crestfallen. Of all the girls to take her home it had to be her. Tammy spoke "I'd appreciate a ride home, but it isn't necessary for you to stay. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself." Carrie smiled. "Oh no Tammy. I'm your baby sitter tonight. I'll watch over you until your uncle gets home. Ms. Harper told me I'm to put you to bed. Won't that be nice Tammy?" Tammy was thinking how she'd been trapped between a crazy husband determined to humiliate and control her every moment, and now this sadistic upper class girl who she was sure would do everything she could to make her even more miserable than she already was. Tammy didn't say anything. She just tried to finish her sandwiches without crying. The time finally came for Tammy and Carrie to say good night to everyone. The other girls in the group all said their good byes. As they walked away one of the girls, Tammy recalled her being the one who hit the hardest, turned back and blew a kiss. She said to Tammy. "See you soon cutie pie. Have a great evening being baby sat by Carrie." She turned and walked away. Before Tammy could offer a response Carrie had taken her hand in exactly the same manner Ms. Harper had done earlier. She said. "Come on Tammy-kins. Let's get you home before the boogie man gets us." Tammy felt absolutely abysmal. From a distance it looked like an older sister and a younger sister. `Walking down the sidewalk they approached Mrs. Valley and Ms. Harper. As they drew closer Carrie threw her arm around Tammy's shoulder giving her a maternal hug. She looked over at the two women. "Good night Mrs. Valley. Good night Ms. Harper. Then she looked down at Tammy, "Say good night to Ms. Harper and Mrs. Valley Tammy" Tammy looked up at Carrie. She saw the smile and knew this wasn't a request. She looked over at the two women. "Good night Mrs. Valley. Good night Ms. Harper." Together the two girls walked off toward Carrie's car. For Mrs. Valley and Ms. Harper, the two women who'd taken the greatest interest in Tammy, it, looked like a match made in Heaven, classic older sister and younger sister. As Tammy walked away with Carrie, Carrie wringing her smaller hand like some vulture with a wounded sparrow Tammy cried out inside. How am I ever going to get out this mess? I'm a grown woman! I'm an adult! Damn it! Can't anyone see I don't belong here? Stop treating me like I'm some sort of mindless senseless little porcelain doll. I'm a real person. I'm a grown up! Working herself into an emotional frenzy Tammy lost her self control. She cringed, gritted her teeth, stopped in her tracks, made a gnashing growling sound, shook her free hand, and jumped up and down twice. "Oh, shit! Stop it girl, this only makes things worse." Carrie saw the emotional display. Speaking loud enough for the adults to hear she said, "Calm down Tammy. You can go to the bathroom when we get you home." Tammy glared at her bigger taller, younger tormentor. "You'll be sorry for this bitch. You don't know who you're fucking with." Carrie looked at Tammy thoughtfully. "Oh yes I do, and I know just how to treat naughty little foul mouth girls like you." Once Tammy and Carrie got in the car and were belted in Carrie laid down the law. "When we get to your house the first thing I want you to do is go to your bedroom get undressed and wash up. I'll get your pajamas out. I'll help you with your pajamas, then I'll hear your prayers and tuck you in, and that is where you're to stay. Do you understand?" Tammy looked at Carrie. "It's still early. I never go to bed this early. And I can put myself in bed thank you. I'll say my own prayers if I feel like it, and I never sleep in pajamas." As Carrie drove along she spoke again. "Your uncle told me I might have trouble with you. You're a spoiled little brat Tammy, and I know how to put spoiled little brats like you in their place." Tammy shot back, "I'm not a spoiled brat. You don't know anything about me so just shut up. You can drop me off at the front door. I can manage from there." Carried answered. "I'm not afraid to give you another spanking. So don't press your luck." Tammy looked at Carrie with an evil grin, "We'll see. We'll just see." The rest of the drive was completed in silence. When they reached the condominium Tammy leapt from the car and fled for the condominium door. She thought she'd take her key, get inside and lock the harpy out. But when she got to the door and opened her little black purse, her key was nowhere to be found. She started to panic. Carrie was out of the car. She had to find her key and escape! Carries slowly and deliberately got out of her car and casually walked to the front door. When she reached the front Tammy was still rummaging. Carrie held up a set of keys. "Is this what you're looking for?" Tammy looked over at Carrie and recognized her house key. "How did you get my key?" Carrie responded. "Your uncle thought you might try something, so he gave me your key." Carrie took the key and unlocked the door. Holding the door open she looked at Tammy. "Well?" Tammy scooted by Carrie as fast as she could and went straight for her bedroom. Carrie followed. Inside the bedroom Carrie pushed by Tammy and opened the top bureau drawer. There inside the drawer were Tammy's pajamas. Carrie held them up. "Well aren't they just the cat's meow. The pajamas were pink. There was a shorty top with, yes, a peter-pan collar with ruffles and short sleeves also well ruffed. There were cute little ruffles flowing down the front button-line and along the bottom edges. There was a pair of shorty under pants too. They had a ribbon belt, and more ruffles than one could imagine around the hem and across the rear. There was a pretty pink bow sewn into the rear of the panties just above the base where Tammy's ass cheeks met. They were pajamas ideally suited for a four or five year old. Carrie waited while Tammy got out of her school clothes and washed her face and hands. Then she said. "Here let me get you into your jammies." Tammy protested. "Please Carrie I don't need any help, and I really don't wear pajamas." The bigger girl sighed. "I will help you, and you will wear everything your uncle has for you. Tammy was thinking about the defiant remarks she'd made in the car. She only hoped Carrie didn't take this opportunity to get even. Tammy held her head down and glanced at the floor. She was just too embarrassed and too scared to look Carrie in the eye. Carrie took Tammy's jumper, her blouse, stockings, shoes, panties, and bra and after folding everything put it all away. "Now let's get you ready for bed. Come on in the bathroom." In the bathroom Carrie picked up a wash cloth. "Come here, let's get your face and hands all washed up." Tammy spoke. "I just washed off. You saw me." Carried ignored the remark. "Tammy get over here." Tammy had no choice. She was feeling very much like a little girl. She looked toward the ceiling, she glanced down at the floor. She folded her hands in front, and then put her hands behind. She thought I'm acting just like a nine-year old, and I know Carrie sees it. She shuffled obediently over to the bigger older girl. Carrie first gave Tammy's face and hands a good washing, but she didn't stop there. She took the wash cloth and wiped down Tammy's chest. Carrie put down the cloth, and taking her hands she softly rubbed Tammy's smallish breasts. She said. "Tammy you have nice, girlish little breasts." She took her hands and fingers and gently tickled Tammy's nipples. "You have sweet little nipples, too." Tammy blushed. She felt her nipple involuntarily harden from the bigger girls fondling. Oh my god she thought. She's a lesbian. Will this never end? Carrie got down on her knees and took the wash cloth to Tammy's lower body. She used the cloth to rub between Tammy's legs. Carrie said. "Something's not right." She put down the cloth and using her fingers she rubbed the inside of Tammy's crotch. She fingered between her pussy lips and tickled her clit. She took her index finger and gently rubbed around Tammy's ass. She poked Tammy's ass, and fit the first joint of her index finger in. That's strange? She seemed to be getting wet. Tammy jumped and inadvertently put her hands on Carrie's shoulders. "Oh!" Was all she said. Carrie spoke. "I thought so. Tammy you play with yourself don't you." There wasn't anything Tammy could say. Prior to her current mental captivity she masturbated regularly, but the control Mike had over her made it impossible to tell Carrie anything. In fact, since Mike had ruined her life she'd frantically tried to get some sexual relief, but nothing had worked. She had masturbated, but she'd had no success since that first night. Hell, she'd masturbated her ass off at night in the damned cage, but got nowhere. She wanted to say no, but that was impossible. She felt like she could say yes, but that didn't seem right either. Besides, the less this girl knew about her the better. Tammy looked at Carrie, "I can't say. I mean I don't know. What I mean is well." Carrie interrupted. "That's OK Tammy. From now on I'll be your teacher." She gave the smaller girl a lascivious grin. "I'll show you how to get your juices flowing." She kept twirling her fingers around inside Tammy's vagina with an occasional interruption as she slipped an index finger in her ass. Tammy's first reaction was Jesus that feels good! Then her brain scrambled for control. She's going to my teacher? I think not! Her body reasserted itself. Hey! She pinched my clit! Oh God that was great! Her brain fought back! I bet I know more about sex than she'll ever learn. Her body interrupted her! God that feels good! Her fingers are so soft. Her brain struggled to get back in! No stop thinking about that! My teacher my ass! Her body finally took control! Holy shit she's got her finger in my ass! Carrie kept swirling and twirling her fingers around Tammy's labial lips. She kept tweaking her clitoris. She persisted in pushing one finger in and out of her tight little ass. Tammy said nothing. Her vagina was working over time. God those fingers were all over her lips, her clit, and inside her ass. Everything felt so damn good! Her juices were flowing like it was spring time in Iowa. This was unbearable! But she just looked at Carrie with wide-eyed and innocence. Carrie thought. She's no innocent virgin. I hope she doesn't think I'm that stupid. Oh. Well. Let her think what she wants. She abruptly stopped the sexual massage. Tammy grabbed Carrie's shoulders in silent entreaty. She blurted out. "Oh please don't stop!" Carrie laughed and started to help Tammy in her pajamas. She held the top out for Tammy to put her arms through, but Carrie wouldn't let Tammy button it up. Carrie buttoned every button herself, one at a time. "My." She said. "This is a pretty little top." Tammy was an emotional wreck. She'd been just a hair's width from sexual release when Carrie stopped. She asked. "Your going to help me with the panties?" Carrie got the signal. This girl was hot, and wanted more. She held out the panties. Tammy went back to resting just one hand on Carrie's shoulder. She slipped her legs through one at a time. Her legs felt all fluttery like she was going to fall over. Carrie smiled. "Here let me tie your panties. She reached down and around and pulled the ribbon tight, cinching it in a pretty bow in the front. Carrie looked down at the crushed and humiliated Tammy She had no intention of helping her out of her dilemma. At least not just yet! "Turn around so I can see you." Tammy had no choice. She slowly turned all the way around. Carrie went on, "Sweetie you look like a little angel. You should see that cute little bow in the back. It makes your little ass stick out like a heart shaped bubble. Oh what a nice little name. Tammy Bubble Butt! Now jump into bed, and we'll say prayers together." Tammy couldn't remember ever being so degraded. She thought about the birdcage, the trip to the school, the tour, the spanking in the bathroom. She thought. My life is turning into a living hell. How am I ever going to get out of this? They said prayers together. Carrie made a big deal of making sure Tammy knelt properly, and her hands were correctly folded. Then she went to turn out the light. Now the light was situated on top of the bureau, and the top drawer was still open. Carrie glanced in. Normally she wasn't the curious type, but something caught her eye. There was something unusual, something that looked out of place in the drawer. She pushed aside some of the stockings and then she saw what it was. Picking up the collar and leash she turned around. "Tammy." She said. "What have we here?" The Lamp Ch. 07 Tammy looked to see what Carrie wanted. Oh no. She's found Mike's stupid collar. "What do you mean?" Carrie had an inscrutable look on her face. "What's this Tammy"? Tammy sat up to look. It was a subterfuge. She knew what Carrie had found! Tammy was sitting up in her pajamas with her hands behind her back. She shifted her weight from side to side and looked down at the bed sheets. She was trying to think of something to say. The problem was she couldn't think of a lie that was plausible. "I don't know." Carrie watched Tammy as she tried to wriggle out of her new situation. "Yes you do. Now what's this all about?" Tammy got out of bed. Looked across the room. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. She clasped her hands in front of her. "Honest Carrie I don't know what that is." Carrie stared her down. "Yes you do." "Honest Carrie. I don't know." What else could she say? The bigger girl started. "Well I'll tell you what we have. First I got a collar, looks about your size, and there's a padlock and key with it. Second, it looks like there are two other collar things. They look a lot smaller, and I bet they'll just fit around someone's wrists. They have padlocks too. Third, I think we have two more collar things, smaller than the first but bigger then the second, and they have padlocks. Next, oh look, it looks like two dog chokers but the choke rings must have been cut off. And just guess here's a pair of pliers and four cut choke rings. Last. Well look at this. I've found a length of chain. It looks to be about seven or eight feet long. There's one padlock hooked at one end. Tammy what do you make of all this?" Tammy couldn't tell Carrie what Mike had bought them for, and there wasn't any excuse she could think of that made any sense. "Carrie I don't know. It's all new to me." Carrie moved very close to Tammy. "You know what I think. I think some little school girl has a very serious fetish. Tell me I'm wrong." Tammy said. "I don't know what you mean." Carrie was towering over Tammy. " I mean I think I've found a collar, a leash, two wrist manacles with connecting chain, and two ankle manacles also with a connecting chain. That's what I think. And you know what else? I think they're all yours." Tammy was looking down at her feet. She looked at the mirror on the far wall. She tried the ceiling. Her eyes started to fill with tears. She wrung her hands. "I don't know what you mean." For Carrie this was fun. This little girl was a real squirrel, a real pervert. "Come over here and kneel on the floor." Tammy started to walk toward the far side of the bed. Carrie stopped her and pointed to the floor in front f her feet. "No here, kneel down in front of me." Tammy looked around the room. Trying to find a straw to grasp. "Carrie, No." Carrie said. "No what?" Tammy. "Don't." Carrie. "Don't what?" Tammy. "Don't, you know." Carrie. "Don't you know what?" Tammy. "Carrie, just don't." Carrie. "Kneel down over here like I said." Tammy knelt down in front of the bigger stronger girl. Carrie. "Hold your head up." Tammy held her head up. Carrie slipped the largest collar around her neck, and fixed it on with the padlock. "Look! A perfect fit!" Tammy spoke to no one in particular. "Oh no. What happens to me now?" The Lamp Ch. 08 Prologue: I know its been a while since we've heard from Tammy, Carrie and Mike. We had a few minor issues to resolve. Be advised Carrie is over eighteen, and Tammy, though being dressed and treated like a child is a woman grown. Knowing that, I think its safe to go on. Here I am thought Tammy. I'm caught up in another of my husband's stupid little traps. First, he'd left her with this stupid private school senior. What if she were under age? Tammy asked, "How old are you Carrie?" "Don't worry about me Tammy girl. I turned eighteen three months ago." Tammy breathed a sigh of relief. Since she was a woman fully grown, and Carrie was at the age of consent nobody could accuse them on morals grounds. As far as it went, even though she was trapped playing a school girl, they were both fully grown adults at least in a chronological sense. No matter what kind of crazy perverted acts Carrie had in mind both were really women. Tammy wasn't just pissed about being left with an eighteen year old potential nympho, while her husband was out trying to score with the school headmistress; her husband had left those idiotic little pet collars and chains in the top drawer of her bureau, and now her erstwhile mentor, but actual tormentor, Carrie had found them. Tammy couldn't tell her the truth, that her so called uncle was really her perverted husband, and he'd bought the pet supplies only to use to torture her. No she couldn't say that. And she couldn't just make something up. Anything she made up would sound too ridiculous to be plausible. Tammy decided to let Carrie use her imagination. Now as she looked at what Carrie was doing, she figured out Carrie believed she, Tammy, was some kind of pervert, a masochist. Carrie looked over the little collars. She was trying to decide what to do with them. This was all too good to be true. Carrie started thinking. She started thinking about her boyfriend. At twenty he was a real weirdo, but she hung out with him because he was such a stud. All the other girls were jealous because she had him. None of them knew the truth about what a sick son of a gun he really was. Carrie smiled. Here she was. The girl with the weirdo boyfriend, and now she had a sick perverted new student in her grasp. Oh what fun! What fun she was going to have. Carrie told Tammy, "Hold out your hands." Tammy held out her hands. Then Carrie got another better idea, "Sit back on your ass and hold your hands out beside your feet." Tammy gave Carrie a wide-eyed bewildered look, but she did as she was told. With Tammy sitting on her ass, her feet splayed out beside each ass cheek, hands beside each foot Carrie went to work. She took one of the larger collars and fastened it around Tammy's right foot, took a smaller collar and fastened it to her right hand. She took one of the lengths of short chain and padlocked it to the right ankle collar and then took the other end and padlocked it to her right wrist collar. She performed the same operation on her left side. Oh Yes! She had Tammy's right ankle chained to her right wrist and her left ankle chained to her left wrist with only about seven inches of chain to spare on either side. Carrie looked down at her helpless charge. Tammy was sitting on her ass with her hands chained to her feet. Carrie still hadn't decided whether to chain Tammy's head to the bed when she thought of something else, "Tammy get up on your knees." Tammy squirmed around until she was kneeling on her knees. Her hands were now behind her back as they were closely connected to her feet. Carrie sat down on the bed, "Jeez Tammy this has been a long day for me. I'm stressed. I need some relaxation." She asked, "Tammy do you what cunnilingus is?" Tammy knew, and gave audible sigh. Carrie smiled, "You do know. Well that's wonderful." Carrie leaned forward on the bed and slipped her dress up behind her rear end. Then she reached inside her dress and pulled down her panties. "Tammy." She said, "Come lean up here and give your new best friend Carrie a little love." Tammy knew exactly what Carrie wanted, but she decided to try to get out of it, "Carrie I don't know what you mean." Carrie laughed, "You know exactly what I mean. I want you to stick your face up here between my legs and then I want you to lick, kiss, and suck the shit out of my pussy." She grabbed Tammy's hair and pulled her so far forward her face was stuffed right in the middle of her neatly trimmed pussy, "Now Tammy dear show your new mentor, your new big sister, how much you appreciate her." Carrie let go of Tammy's hair and laid back on the bed. There it was. Tammy on her knees with her hands tightly held behind her with the short chains. Her face was pushed deep between Carrie's legs into her pussy. Tammy thought. Shit! This is one sweaty mess. She smells like fish. I bet she hasn't had a bath since early this morning. Carrie whispered loudly, "I'm waiting." Tammy had her nose between Carrie's pussy lips. It was hard to breathe. She decided. If she had to do this she shouldn't have to suffocate while doing it. She leaned back a little to get in a better position. As Tammy leaned back Carrie gave out a loud yelp, "Shit!" she called out, "What in the hell are you doing?" She pushed Tammy's head away. As she did so the pain became even worse. Tammy, leaning back, was afraid but also a little amused. She said, "My retainer." Carried asked, "You're what?" Tammy told her, "I still have my retainer in. Some of your hair got stuck in it." Carrie reached down holding out her hand. "Here spit it out in my hand." Tammy spat out the hated mouthpiece. Carrie laid back on the bed again, "Now get in there and get me off." Tammy leaned into Carrie's stinky sweaty puss and slowly did what she had to do. She'd never done anything like this before, and she wasn't happy about the situation. She thought it couldn't be too much different than fiddling with a man's Wing-dang. Leaning forward with her shoulders Tammy started licking up and down over Carries pussy lips. She pushed in further and found Carrie's clitoris. Using her tongue and lips Tammy pressed, licked, and kissed Carrie's puss, licking up and down the seam between her labials lips and kissing that hard little knob at the top, her clitoris. She could sense Carrie's rising heat, and she could feel the moisture oozing out around her mouth and cheeks. Tammy kept up the pressure. She licked as deep as she could. She wiggled her head from side to side She pinched Carrie's labia with her teeth. She could feel Carrie getting wetter and hotter. Carrie started to quiver. Tammy felt her as she began to buck back and forth and then up and down. Carrie was shivering and squirming. Tammy knew she was bringing her tormentor to climax. Since Tammy's hands were locked behind her she had to repeatedly shift her weight and sidle from knee to knee. She thought, if she had her hands free she could really do a better job. She didn't know it precisely, but she was already doing a great job. Carrie wriggled and squiggled for all she was worth. She wrapped her legs around Tammy's head, and with her two hands pulled Tammy in as far as she could. Then her whole body exploded in Tammy's face. Carrie was having a hot one. For Carrie the experience was the best sex she'd had in least a month. She'd never had a girl touch her down there before, and this was just an idle experiment. It was greatest! She felt excited, nervous, and completely at ease all at the same time! She lay there exhausted. She kept her hands on Tammy's head, continuing to pull her face into her snotty gooey little beaver. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around the other girl's head. This was the greatest! For several seconds she lay quietly on the bed. Tammy sat there. What else could she do? Her hands were locked by the wrist to her ankles. She couldn't get away. Her face was trapped inside Carrie's dirty little snatch. Tammy's cheeks, mouth, nose, eyes, and forehead were all sticky with Carrie's goop. God Tammy thought. It felt like her whole head was covered in tree sap, except this shit stunk! Really stunk! Carrie finally leaned up on her arms. Leaning down over the bed to where Tammy was kneeling she said, "Squirm up here and get on the bed with me." Tammy heard her and started squirming around; anything to get out of this awful sticky mess. She was kneeling with her hands back just a few inches from her feet. She tried to find a way to stand up but instead only ended up sitting on her behind. Carrie called again, "Tammy I said get up here." Tammy answered, "I can't get up. You have to unfasten my hands." Carrie got out of the bed and looked down at where Tammy was sitting, "No way, lean forward and get back on your knees." Tammy struggled and finally got back into a kneeling position. Carrie said, "I'm going to put my hands under your armpits and lift you to your feet." She pulled Tammy to her feet. Tammy found herself on her feet but bent over and barely to maintain her balance. Carrie said, "I'm going to push you on the bed." Then getting under Tammy's elevated ass Carries started pushing Tammy up and on the bed; after some huffing and puffing Carrie did get Tammy on her side and on the bed. Carrie said, "Now wiggle back to the pillow and lay on your back." With great difficulty Tammy managed to wriggle and squirm her way backward to the pillows. She said, "Carrie, please unlock me and let me at least lie down and go to sleep." Carrie responded, "Not a chance. I've never had a girl locked up before, and I want to see what I can do to you." Tammy pleaded, "Oh please Carrie. Unlock my hands. I don't know how much longer before Mike, I mean my uncle will get here. You can't let him see me like this." Carrie was on the bed beside Tammy. She lay beside her and reached her hand down inside Tammy's pajama bottoms. She started tickling up and down Tammy's slit, "How do you like that Tammy?" Tammy answered, "Carrie I don't know how it feels. All I feel is tied up and uncomfortable. Please unlock me before my uncle gets home." Carrie leaned down and got her face close to Tammy's crack. She unbuttoned the buttons that Tammy might normally have unbuttoned to go to the bathroom. She reached in with her hand and started rubbing Tammy's puss with some real determination. She could feel Tammy was already wet. Carrie leaned down into Tammy's crotch and gave a tentative lick. It was a sideways lick that pulled one lip away from the other for a second. It was her first taste of woman juice. She wasn't sure of she liked it so she went back at it with her fingers. She took the finger of her right hand and sort of tickled around the top of Tammy's lips. She let one finger slip in between and inside her puss. The taste wasn't great, but the idea of masturbating another girl seemed kind of fun. She thought, since she had Tammy all chained up she could do anything she wanted. She could tickle and pinch her pussy all night, or at least till her uncle got home. She could get Tammy hot and then back off. She wondered how many times she could bring this girl to the edge and then leave her there. When at home on the weekends she could work herself up like that all Saturday morning, but she was always in charge then. This girl, Tammy, wasn't in control. She was. Tammy wouldn't know if she was going to get off, or if she was just being led to the edge. Carrie thought it would be funny to keep getting her hot, then stop. Tammy was twisting and turning, "Oh, stop Carrie. Stop it Carrie." Carrie kept kissing, and licking. She pressed her tongue as deep into her crack as it would go. It was a salty, fishy, taste. She lapped her lips all around Tammy's labia. She took her tongue and started lapping at Tammy's vagina She used her lips to pinch the top of Tammy's cleft. Tammy pleaded, "Please stop Carrie. It doesn't feel good." Carrie figured she was lying and kept at it. Tammy was doing some serious squirming, bucking, and twitching. Finally it was more than she could take. She started pushing down against Carrie's face. She pushed as hard as she could. Her puss was crying out. She was in a confused storm of twisted emotions and carnal sensations. She was vacillating between pain and rapture, between tight friction and overwhelming exhilaration. She was as excited as she'd ever been. She was being deluged with physical messages. It was unbearable. She bucked wildly. She wished her hands were free so she could grab Carrie's head and pull her closer. She twisted, trying to escape Carrie's merciless tongue. She tried to roll away. She tried mightily to move her hands to grasp at Carrie's head. She wanted to escape. She wanted what was happening. She was wild with unrestrained physical abandon. Then it started to happen. She felt like she was splitting apart. She felt her ass involuntarily constrict and then dilate. She felt her pussy press outward and then inward. Her labia was swollen outward, pressing against the soft fabric of her pajama panties causing unparalleled sensitivity. She was almost climaxing. Sweat was pouring from her, and yet she felt hot and dry. And then! And then? Carrie stopped! Tammy bucked several more times. Where was the damn tongue? What happened to Carrie? She looked up and there she saw Carrie leaning back smiling at her. Carried gave a stifled giggle, "What do you want Tammy?" Tammy tried to roll over. She cringed, "Oh No!" Carrie heard the plaintive cry of the younger girl and felt a twinge of remorse, a droplet of compassion. She leaned forward again and pressed her mouth back on the tortured girl's vagina. Using her mouth like a vacuum cleaner she licked and bit at the girl's fatty tissue just above her clitoris. Tammy cried out, "Carrie! Oh God! Carrie! Help me, it's just so sensitive! Stop I can't bear it anymore!" She peaked and climaxed like a wave rolling in from the sea. The wave of physical pleasure crested and crashed like a thunderous cumulonimbus cloud. She cried out! Then she started to really cry. Oh thank God she thought. Wonderful! Even as she cried Carrie kept licking and kissing. Tammy felt Carrie's fingertips inside her ass. She was pushing one of her fingers into her ass. Tammy rose again. She was completely beyond control. She climaxed again. "Carrie! She screamed. Oh my God! Please it's too much." Carrie finally released her from her agony. The helpless hopeless sensations of pain and pleasure subsided. Tammy lay on the bed, exhausted and out of breath, Carrie took the keys and unlocked the padlocks holding her hands and legs together. She unlocked the collars around her wrists and ankles allowing Tammy to relax her body and stretch her arms upward and her legs outward. Carrie did not unlock the collar that was cinched around Tammy's neck. That she left on. Tammy lay on the bed spent and completely relaxed, "Oh God. Thank you Carrie." She lay there a few more seconds, "Aren't you going to unlock this thing around my neck?" Carrie answered, "No I don't think I want to do that just yet. Let's leave it on a while. You go ahead and pull the covers up and try to go to sleep. I'm going in the living room." Tammy was bewildered. Her uncle would be home soon. What if he came in and found the collar around her neck, "Carrie" She said, "Mike, my uncle I mean, will be home any time now. He can't see me in this." Carrie yawned, "I don't know Tammy. He just might. Then again when he comes home I might tell him you're already asleep, and that before I leave I'll look in on you. If you're a very good girl and do three things for me while I'm outside then I might take your collar off." Tammy asked, "What do you want me to do?" Carrie hesitated then answered, "I want you to lay here and be very quiet. I want you to think about all the things that have happened to you tonight, and how, what with you in that collar, you're dependent on what I do. Last, I'm going to go through your clothes while you're there in bed. I am going to pick out what I want you to wear when you get up tomorrow." Tammy listened, "Carrie we don't have school tomorrow. I don't know what my uncle wants me to do yet." Carrie grinned at Tammy, "Don't worry about that. I'll talk to him. You're going out with me tomorrow. I'll be by at 11:00. Now roll over, close your eyes, and don't peak while I choose something for you to wear." Tammy did as she was told, while Carrie started going through the clothes. There wasn't a very wide array of apparel, and most of it was childish. She wondered what Carrie would pick. She hoped Carrie wouldn't forget about the collar, and she prayed that Mike would let her go out with Carrie. Carrie was quick in her decisions. Soon she had everything hanging on a hanger outside Tammy's closet. She walked to the bureau, turned out the light, and then left the room closing the door behind her. Tammy lay in her bed under the covers and started thinking. I'm trapped like a rat in a trap. I'm not only Mike's slave and sex toy; I now seem to be the property of a girl, though of legal age, seemingly years younger than I. One wants to humiliate control and degrade, and the other, well I don't know what Carrie has in mind. I wonder what Carrie does have on her mind. She sure pushed me around properly tonight at the school, and she didn't hesitate to lock me up in those things Mike bought. She made me get her off, but then even after she got hers she still got me off. Carrie's a bitch, but I think I'm better off with her than Mike. Who knows? There still might be way I can get my identity back. For that matter my true size. Hell! Carrie might be my ticket back! I'm going to lay here quiet as a church mouse and pretend to be asleep. I sure hope Carrie doesn't forget me. Maybe an hour after Carrie saw Tammy off to bed Mike got back home. When he walked in Carrie could tell he was little tipsy, and perhaps a little annoyed. Carrie bet to herself that he had tried to hit on Ms. Harper and found out she was a raging flaming lesbian who'd hit on half the girls in the senior class. Anyway he was back home, and Carrie was able to leave. Mike asked, "Has Tammy been a good girl for everyone while I was gone?" Carrie answered, "Tammy's a wonderful girl. Everyone likes her." As he opened his wallet he asked, "How much do I owe you?" Carrie answered in her best senior high school voice, "Mr. Mike I don't want you to pay me anything. I like Tammy, and I think it would be wrong of me to take money from you for this. I think Tammy and I are going to become good friends. I'm a younger sister, but I've never had a little sister I could all my own, at least until now. I think Tammy and I are going to become close friends." Mike was a little perturbed, "So you and Tammy are getting to be friends. That's unusual, she seldom makes many friends." Carrie answered, "Well Mr. Mike, this is a new situation for Tammy, and she's older now too. I think, once she finds out how things work at our school she'll have many friends." Then Carrie hit Mike with the $64,000.00 question, "If it's OK with you, I thought I could take Tammy out to meet some new people tomorrow. That is if you don't mind." Mike was becoming interested in the turn of events. Earlier Tammy was dead set against everything he'd planned for her. Half the fun he was having was in seeing her stress out. He wondered where this might be going. He said, "I don't mind. When were you going to pick her up?" Carrie answered, "Thanks Mr. Mike. I was going to be by around 11:00. Tammy was sort of excited about the chance to meet some kids from school. She and I even picked out something for her to wear. You know that pretty pink outfit with the matching shoes and stockings?" The Lamp Ch. 08 Mike smiled, that was an outfit he'd picked. He was sure she wouldn't like it, "Look if you can put up with her, then she's all yours tomorrow." Carrie gave Mike her best innocent senior high school smile, "Thank you Mr. Mike. If you don't mind I'm going to go back in and make sure she's all right." Mike answered, "Sure." Carrie casually got up from the sofa and walked back to Tammy's bedroom. She quietly opened the door and went to the side of Tammy's bed. She whispered, "Tammy. You awake?" Tammy rolled over, "Of course I'm awake. I've been here waiting for you to come and take this stupid collar off." Carrie reached for the collar and unlocked it. Putting the key and collar back in the top drawer of the bureau she turned and spoke, "Your uncle said we could go out tomorrow. Whatever you do don't argue with him. Put on the outfit I've chosen. I'll be by to pick you up at 11:00. Tammy I had a good time tonight once we got back to your condo. If you don't want to go out with me tomorrow just say so, and we'll scrap the whole thing." Tammy sat up in bed, "No. I'll be ready. I'll wear whatever you picked out. I'll do anything to get away from this place." Carrie leaned down and kissed Tammy on the lips, "This is all new to me. I like you. We'll talk tomorrow." Then she got up and left the room. In the living room she said good bye to Mike ,and left. No sooner had Carrie left then Mike was in Tammy's bedroom. He turned the light on, "Well Tammy girl wake up." Tammy slowly sat up pretending like Mike had just awakened her, "What do you want Mike?" Mike looked her over, "You know what I want. Now get out of bed and get in the living room." Tammy looked at him, "Mike I'm awful tired. The girls had me going all night after you left. It's been a busy evening. Can't we just skip whatever it is you want for this one night?" Mike answered, "Certainly not! I've been looking forward to a some attention from my little canary." Tammy got the subtle inference, "I'm coming." Tammy was careful getting out of bed. She was afraid the slap marks on her butt might still be visible. She didn't want to explain a spanking to her husband. In the living room Mike leaned back on the couch. "Come over here and kneel in front of your ever loving man. I want to get a look at you." Tammy came over and knelt in front of her husband. She was thinking. I'll do anything to get him off my back tonight. Mike spoke, "Hey look here at what I bought you while I was out." Tammy became suddenly very alert, "He's bought something. He's up to something." Mike opened a small box, "Look here Tammy. I've gotten you a real collar and some real manacles. Let's try them on." Tammy thought, 'Oh Jesus. Will this never end?' Follow up or something: I know it's been a while since I've been with Tammy, Mike, and now Carrie. There were some problems, but I think they're cleared up now. All three of our primary players are of legal age. Next we'll see what happens when Carrie and Tammy go out on a Saturday, and there's Monday, Tammy's first day at her new school. * Please don't be reluctant to leave comment; good, bad, or indifferent!