7 comments/ 89544 views/ 32 favorites Becoming Lisa's Pet Ch. 01 By: ChrissieLecker * * * Chapter 1 * * * I'm not sure what exactly made me tell Lisa about my secret and take her up on that stupid dare. It may have been the booze -- I've tried to tell myself that numerous times -- but if I'm rational, a few glasses of wine shouldn't have made me so careless. It may have been all that talk about sex that got me really hot -- but then, it was just talk. I shouldn't have been so easily manipulated. Yes, Lisa was cunning, but I had known her long enough that I should have been forewarned. Perhaps it was just plain idiocy on my part, and thinking back, I can't help but feel that is my only excuse. But first things first. Nothing would have happened that day if I hadn't stumbled across that site on the Internet over the holidays. Up until then, I had been a completely normal girl, at least mostly, living for the next party and dreaming of good looking pop stars. At the end of my first year I had heard rumors from classmates about all kinds of hot stories on the Internet, and in a moment of boredom I decided to do some research. I googled my way through funny, boring, strange, erotic and disgusting things for hours, until my eyes got stuck on that one story. A story about a woman who was blackmailed by a co-worker to expose her nude body in public. It was crazy, it shocked me, but somehow I was also mesmerized by it. I couldn't stop reading, and when I had reached the end where the heroine was forced to expose her body to her best friends and ask them to spank her, my fingers had found their way into my panties and I experienced one of the best, no, the single best orgasm ever. I found more stories like that, stories about control and forced exhibitionism, and each night I would lock my door and sit naked in front of my computer, reading and fingering myself to another kinky climax. My real descent started at the beginning of my second year in college. I had turned 18 over the summer holidays, which meant that I could get a small flat at the dorm all to myself. My grades were better than I had expected, the weather was beautiful when I exited the cab in front of the campus of St. Helen's Girls' College, and life was simply good. With breezy steps I pulled my luggage along toward the office of the dorm mother to get my new room number and keys, greeting friends that were also moving back in and waving to those who were already settled and seizing the opportunity to enjoy one of the last real summer days outside on the well-kept campus lawns. Just before the automated glass doors of the dorm building slid open I could glimpse my reflection, and I couldn't help but smile. The last year, and especially the four weeks vacation in the Caribbean, had really done wonders for me. I was no longer the slightly pudgy teenager with pimples who had arrived here last year, fresh from high school, feeling lost and clueless. Now I could see a good-looking young woman with long hair that shone golden in the sun, clad in a white mini dress that accentuated her hips and slender legs, radiating confidence. A small gust of wind touched me just as I was about to enter the building. It was pleasant and caressed my legs... and not just them. I had to stifle a giggle, feeling so naughty walking around in public without a bra and feeling the soft fabric rub against my nipples, a habit that I had picked up on my vacation. A wave of warmth spread between my thighs and I could feel my cheeks heat up. There was a small queue in front of the office, and I sat down on my suitcase to wait my turn. The pale girl in front of me with the black hair in a page cut, Amber, attended classes with me, and before long we were animatedly exchanging stories of our summer experiences. She was a nice - if a little shy - girl, and we had gotten friends while studying together for some of the end-of-year exams. "So you're going to get your own flat or keep on sharing?" She asked, and I rolled my eyes. "As if that is in question. I'm so going to enjoy being rid of Miss Bitchy." Miss Bitchy was my pet name for Lisa, with whom I had to share rooms with all of last year. She had really been a pain in my ass, acting as if she owned the place and trying to get me to all the dirty work for her. It had taken her not a day to assemble a club of admirers around her, with her perfect hair, her snub nose and her well-developed chest. I always felt I had to compete with her, but in looks I just couldn't match her. My nose was too big, my hair not as shiny, and where her eyes were a light green contrasting with her strawberry hair, mine were a dull brown. Her family was old money, and she probably had maids at home to do all the cleaning, but that was no excuse to throw her dirty underwear on my bed or leave crumbs all over the place. There had hardly been a day without arguments about that, hairs all over the bathroom, the bathtub developing a crust of dried bubble bath or her using my makeup and leaving it open to dry out. Even thinking of her got me agitated, so I took a deep breath to calm myself. "And you, Amber?" Her smile was not as wide as mine, and she shrugged. "I'd love to have my own room, who wouldn't. I've got to find a better side job first." I had completely forgotten about her having to pay her tuition all by herself and bit my lower lip. "Sorry." "It's okay," she waved it off and smiled, "it's not a big deal. I'm sure I'll find something in the next few weeks, then I'll be able to move into my own space." Before long, Amber was called into the office. Not a minute later she came back out, showed me her room number on the key tag and was off to settle into her room. I was next, but when I entered the office and looked at the face of Meryl, the dorm mother, I knew something was off. "Oh, hi, Chrissie, you look good, did you have a good summer?" she stammered a bit, and the smile did not really reach her eyes. "Hi, Meryl," I greeted her in return and decided to get to the point, "I did, thank you. Is something wrong?" "Well, not wrong," she told me with hesitant look, "but we are having some problems with the plumbing on the third floor, so we are quite short of single rooms. We have tried to shift around as much as possible and are even mixing up years across the different floors, but we are still a few rooms short. So the dean decided to hand out the remaining rooms for the second years by alphabet..." She trailed off, and I gulped. A familiar wave of anger rose inside me as I completed her sentence in a low voice. "...so because my last name starts with a 'Z', I get the short straw, like I always do." Meryl must have seen the desperation on my face and tried to cheer me up. "Come on Chrissie, it's just a few weeks until the plumbing is fixed! And you'll get back most of the rent for that time." I tried to be understanding and nodded. "At least tell me that I won't have to put up with Lisa anymore, I'll happily share rooms with anybody else." Her finger slid down the list of rooms while I prayed that they hadn't put me into the same room as Miss Bitchy, but when the finger came to rest on the line, I could read in her green eyes that that was exactly what the plan said. Though, when her eyes kept on the line for a bit longer and her mouth formed a small "oh", I gripped the corner of the desk. "What else?" I asked in a resigned voice. Her apologetic eyes met mine. "It's the last room on the fourth floor." I gulped again. And again. It was common knowledge that the last room on each floor was usually not occupied because it was the smallest of all. Somehow my good mood had completely evaporated in a few seconds, but I tried to hold myself together. "Is there no chance you could put me somewhere else? Have me swap roommates with someone?" She gestured a bit helplessly with her empty hands. "I would if I could, but we've got specific orders from the board not to let anyone change rooms in the first three months." Meryl slid the keys and the liability form across the desk, and I signed it with a resigned sigh. * * * While I made my way up to the fourth and topmost floor in the crowded elevator my stomach tightened. I was again stuck with the bitch for however long it would take them to fix the plumbing, and in a room roughly half as large as the one before. I stomped down the corridor towards my - our - room and my mood got worse the closer I got. I put the key into the lock, but to my surprise, the door sprang open after only a quarter turn, accompanied by a shriek. I stopped in the doorway and took a deep breath. There, just ahead of me on the bed, was Lisa, a startled expression on her face, hastily closing the lid of a netbook computer with one hand while she pulled her favorite clothing, a white Japanese kimono, tightly around herself with the other. Did I just catch her playing with herself? My thoughts raced, she was definitely blushing, and suddenly an image of her appeared in my mind, her kimono open and a hand buried between her legs, her eyes half closed and a moan forming on her lips. Would her triangle have the same strawberry curls as her head? I shook my head to dispel the image and tried to ignore the tingling between my thighs. Oh god, I thought to myself, what was happening with me? I wasn't a lesbian, and this was Lisa, my sworn arch-enemy. "...Going to stand there all day? Either come in or walk out, but at least close the door. Didn't your parents teach you to knock?" The venom in her voice showed me that she hadn't changed over the holidays, and with a dejected sigh I pulled my suitcase inside and closed the door. Only then did I let my eyes roam around the room. It was rectangular, with the door on the smaller side. The opposite wall was taken up by a huge, room-high window through which I could see the park. Lisa's bed was to my right, and against the wall between the bed and the window stood a white dresser with a television on top and a writing desk. Left of me was a four-door wardrobe, a refrigerator, the door to the bathroom and a deep red couch with a square white table in front of it. "Where's...?" I wondered aloud, looking for a second bed and feeling panic rising up my chest. They wouldn't expect us to share a bed, would they? Lisa sniggered. The distress on my face probably gave away my thoughts. "Don't you want to share my cozy little bed with me?" She asked with a pout and fluttered her eyelashes at me. Her hand went over her heart. "I'm so hurt!" I couldn't help it though, as she said that, the image from earlier came back to me, and I imagined my body snuggled up to hers, nude, her hand resting between my thighs. I expected her to start laughing, her snobbish, arrogant laughter that I was used to accompany her jokes. Instead, she regarded me with a curious, thoughtful look. "What?" I asked, sharper than I had intended. "Oh come on, Chrissie, wind down! I was just making a joke. It's a fold-out couch, the bedding is in the compartment inside." I couldn't believe that she would let a good chance to make fun of me go like this. That just wasn't her style. But then, perhaps she was finally growing up. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and started to stow away my things. * * * By the time it was dark outside it was convinced that I was really dealing with a new Lisa. She hadn't once tried to wind me up, she had made room for my things in the bathroom, and she had even invited me to pizza from the home-order service. Now she was helping me fold out the couch, and once everything was set up, she suggested we have a little pajama party before going to bed. I lifted my eyebrows, but she only flicked on her bedside lamp, switched off the main light and pulled a bottle of white wine and two plastic cups from the fridge. "What are you waiting for? Get changed!" Her kimono had gotten a little loose, and the way she stood, one hand on her hip, it slid to the other side and I could glimpse half of her right nipple. Her skin was paler than mine, I noticed, complimenting its rosy color. The lamp light reflected in her hair, and she looked -- sexy? My heart started beating like a drum and my cheeks must have flushed dark red at the forbidden thought. I hastily grabbed a long t-shirt and fresh panties from the wardrobe and vanished into the bathroom. There I leaned my back against the door and breathed hard. I felt lightheaded and couldn't understand what was happening to me. Washing myself and brushing my teeth helped me restore my composure, and after a few minutes I went back into our sleeping room, resolved to keep my mind on mundane things. Lisa had added a few cushions of hers to my bed and was lounging on her side, her head resting on her hand, the two cups already filled. I settled comfortably into a corner and stretched my legs while she handed me the cup. Our fingers brushed, and for a moment I felt my skin heat up. I tensed and took a deep breath, but Lisa seemed not to have noticed it. After a bit of chit-chat I plucked up my courage. "Why are you suddenly so nice, Lisa?" She tilted her head and gave me a thoughtful look. "I know I was a bit bitchy towards you last year," she admitted, "but I really want to be your friend. I did a lot of thinking over the holidays. Can't we just start afresh?" Her eyes were wide open and she looked at me with a tentative, questioning smile that made feel warm. "Of course we can." How could I refuse such a request? Her smile grew bright, and she raised her wine cup. "To a new year and a new friendship!" I clinked my cup to hers and repeated her words. She giggled and cried "Bottoms up!" * * * We had a good time and chatted about our classmates, holidays, new clothes styles and whatever came to our minds. I was secretly astounded how easygoing she could be. I had just finished recounting a certain funny incident I had witnessed on my vacation that had involved a beach, a dog, a tray full of drinks and a very old and suddenly quite wet and indignant lady, when Lisa suddenly turned over on her stomach and looked deep into my eyes. Her kimono got pushed upward at her movement and the hem was resting across her buttocks. I felt a wave of heat and had to control my breath. I tried to look somewhere else, but my eyes kept roving to those two smooth half moons shimmering in the dim light. "You know," she said slowly, "if we want to be friends then we need to share secrets. Friends do that." I smiled at her, already a bit dizzy from the refills of the sweet wine. "Of course we will do that." "No," she protested with a light giggle, "we have to do it now. And real secrets, not just anything!" I tilted my head and thought for a moment, then giggled myself. "You mean, like the time when I gave buttons to the church collection instead of the money my father had given me because I wanted to buy an ice cream?" "No, silly," she said, wriggling closer to me and resting her hand on my bare thigh, whispering conspiratorially, "something really, really secret!" Her fingers felt like they could burn through my skin, and I had trouble keeping my mind on the here and now. "Really secret, like..." She sat next to me, and goosebumps raced up and down my back as I felt the warmth from her body so close. It didn't help at all that she leaned in close to whisper into my ear. "Like the one time when I caught my sister and her boyfriend making out by the pool. It was a weekend, our parents had gone out, the two of them were completely naked on a sun bed and he was sucking her tits." Her hot breath touched my neck with every word, and I had to fight to keep from shuddering. "I was watching through the patio door, so they couldn't see me. It was so hot, I couldn't help myself, I dropped my shorts and rubbed myself." My mind spun the most wonderful image of Lisa fondling herself, but she wasn't finished. "I didn't notice that Barbara, a good friend of my mom, was there and watching me. Suddenly she was next to me and..." She paused, and I my heart beat so loud that I feared I wouldn't hear her words. I really tried to keep my excitement in check, but I didn't understand my body at all today. Lisa continued, "Then she put her hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit, and I came so hard from the surprise that I almost lost my consciousness." I think I moaned at the image, but I quickly became self-conscious. "Uh, wow," I stammered, "that's quite," I almost said sexy, but caught myself at the last moment and said, "a secret." I thanked god that the light was so dim, as I was certainly flushing all over. A pulling sensation radiated from between my thighs, and it took all my willpower not to touch myself. "Now you!" Lisa demanded happily. I racked my brains for something equally intimate to share with her; I couldn't let her down now. Though, admittedly, there weren't many secrets of that kind that I could share. "Over the holidays," I began to whisper after having taken a deep breath, "I was browsing the Internet, and I found this sex story site. One of the stories was so naughty, but I couldn't stop reading it, and it made me so hot I had to pleasure myself..." Lisa's eyes were glued to my lips, and I started breathing faster. "I -- I locked myself into my room each night and read another one, every time rubbing myself to an orgasm." "What kind of stories?" Lisa wanted to know. I blushed even more, if that was possible. "I don't know -- I don't know if can tell you." "Oh come on," her hand ran up and down my thigh and I took in a hissing breath, "every girl masturbates, that's not really a secret." "O -- OK," I stammered, unable to resist her. My mind and body were in turmoil, and I couldn't find a straight thought. "The stories were about women who were - were - made to expose their naked body to strangers." "Really?" Her voice sounded a bit strange, but I was so caught up in the heat of my emotions that I only noticed that a long time later. "Did they only have to show off themselves, or... more?" I can't recall exactly, but I think my body was trembling with excitement when I whispered hoarsely, "More. A lot more." My eyes were cast downwards, and I felt embarrassed. Which somehow, strangely, only heightened my excitement. "Cool." Lisa's voice said, and suddenly her arms were around me and her lips brushed my cheek. "Good night, friend!" It took me a few seconds to register that she was settling in her own bed now, and I stammered something about the bathroom. For the second time that day it became my refuge, but this time I pulled down my panties, sat down on the closed toilet lid and rubbed frantically over my pussy. Pictures of a naked Lisa assaulted my mind, mixing up with images I head dreamed up to the stories, and picturing myself, naked, with Lisa tying ropes around my wrists, I came so hard that I literally saw stars dancing before my eyes. I can't say how long I sat there, trying to catch my breath and to sort my jumbled emotions. Was I becoming a lesbian? Why did I suddenly react that way to Lisa? I splashed cold water on my face and decided that those questions could wait for another day. I felt spent, a bit tipsy from the alcohol, and I was tired from the long ride here. So I freshened myself up a bit and went back into the dorm room to crawl into my bed. Lisa seemed to be asleep already, breathing evenly, and I closed my eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep. Becoming Lisa's Pet Ch. 02 Monday was filled with rushing around and signing up for the courses I was going to take this year. Most of them were just advanced ones building on those I had taken in my first year, but Lisa convinced me to join human biology and physical education as electives together with her. When evening came around I was completely exhausted and my feet hurt like hell. Lectures started on Tuesday, so my mind was at least partially occupied with other things, but those hours I spent in the dorm room together with Lisa were sweet torture. She was being nice, really nice, and I somehow couldn't focus my eyes anywhere else but on her. Whatever I tried to occupy myself with, it was futile. If Lisa wasn't talking to me and drawing my eyes to her sweet and full lips, she would lounge on her bed and wiggle her naked toes, she'd walk out of the bath room wrapped in a towel or try on the different outfits she had acquired over the summer. And every time she did so, I was transfixed. She was beautiful. And sweet. And it didn't help that she tended to get so close to me that I had to resist wrapping my arms around her. Quite often she would touch me innocently, her hand brushing over my arm as she reached for something next to me, her legs touching mine when she sat down at my side. Each time I felt something akin to an electric shock travel along my spine and settle between my thighs. By Friday evening I was a nervous wreck. A nervous and incredibly horny wreck. Lisa convinced me to do all the homework assignments first thing after the lectures ended. I still can't say how I managed to get everything done with her so close to me, asking me questions in a soft, smoky voice, and staring at her papers with that cute pouting look when she could make neither heads nor tails of the questions. But somehow I did, and when the sun was setting outside the huge window I was done and free for the weekend. "Thanks Lisa," I told her and meant it, "I'd have never been able to get everything done so early without you." She grinned at me and brushed her hand softly over my cheek, picking up a loose strand of hair and guiding it where it belonged. I went stiff and stared at her with wide eyes. Did she know what she was doing to me? "You're welcome, Chrissie." She almost whispered in my ear, and I think I closed my eyes. "I think we should celebrate that! Let's have another pajama party!" "Oh yes!" I shouted excitedly and mentally chastened myself instantly. But she didn't seem to have noticed how eager I was, instead she had already pushed the table to the side and was folding out the couch. I helped her with it, and a few minutes later we were both lounging on my bed, the room dimmed and cozy, she in her kimono and me in my traditional t-shirt and panties, each of us holding a cup of sweet sparkling wine. "To weekends and friendship!" She declared with a giggle, and I echoed her sentiment. We chit-chatted a bit about what all the girls had or may have been up to over the summer, what teachers we got in which courses and such. We had both just agreed that April Mayweather -- whose name in itself was a source of endless teasing to her -- had looked absolutely ridiculous when she'd arrived in her Hello-Kitty mini dress, pink trainers and socks and pulling an equally pink trolley, when Lisa's question washed over me like an ice cold shower. "Did you have fun rubbing your pussy after our last pajama party?" My body stiffened, and for a moment all I could hear was the blood rushing through my veins and my heart beating at incredible speed. "I -- I -- but I didn't..." I stammered, and knew at once it was futile to deny it. "Tsk, tsk," she admonished with a grin, "you were quite loud in there. Our talk must really have turned you on." I was gaping at her, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, when I felt her hand come to rest on my thigh. My breath hitched, and I mouthed a stupid "oh" while a wave of heat spread in my lower body. She giggled, softly, and I had the impression of small bubbles, made of finest crystal, lightly clinking against each other as they ascended through the air. I think I moaned, and her grip tightened a little, just enough that I could feel her finger nails on my skin. A shiver raced up and down my spine. "I'd have loved to watch you, you know!" She purred, and the thought made my skin tingle. "Would you let me?" She inquired, her eyes locked onto mine. I squirmed. "I -- I don't know..." My voice was barely a whisper. I was close to panicking, the thought felt so wrong, so dirty, but I could feel the crotch of my panties get soaked from my juices and my nipples getting stiff and sensitive, so that the soft brush of my t-shirt sent little shock waves through them. I must have closed my eyes in embarrassment, because suddenly her mouth was only an inch from my ear. "You told me about the stories," she whispered, and her hot breath caressed my neck, giving me goosebumps, "stories where women were made to show off their bodies, commanded to do all kind things. You were wishing it was you who was made to do all those things, weren't you?" I may have imagined it, but for a second I felt her lips brush my neck and could not stop a needy moan from escaping my lips. "I could do that," she continued, a hoarse tinge in her voice, "make you do things. Display your body." Her fingers trailed up my thigh, coming close to the source of heat radiating between my legs, but stopping at the last second. "Make you do naughty things. Kinky things." "No!" I protested, perhaps somewhat weakly, only eliciting a giggle from Lisa. "Stop it!" "Are you afraid what I would do to you, Chrissie? What you would let me do to you?" She dared me, and somehow she triggered that rebellious streak in me that had us rowing all of last year. "I'm not afraid of you, or of what you could do!" I huffed. "Then you won't be afraid of me doing that." She stated and rested her hand over my pussy, which instantly felt like myriads of electric shocks were traveling through it. The conscious part of my mind screamed at me to run, to jump up and get the hell out of here. My heart picked up even more pace, until it was galloping a mile a minute. I felt like I was floating. The pulling heat in my pussy became a throb and washed away all sensible thought. "No! No! Yes, oh god yes!" I whimpered, "please, oh please!" My hips lifted themselves from the bed, meeting her hand's gentle pressure, and I felt my self plunging head-first from a cliff, not knowing what waited below. The sudden intensity of feeling brought back a semblance of awareness, but I knew that there was no way for me to take those words back. I had become wax in Lisa's delicate hands, and she knew it too. Still, the feeling of excitement was stronger and more sexual than anything I had experienced before, and it made my breath hitch and my skin burn. She smiled at me, a happy, satisfied and slightly predatory smile that made her look even prettier. My eyes caressed her soft lips, longing to feel them on my skin, but then her fingers let go of my pussy and left me with a feeling of emptiness between my legs, making me sigh in frustration. She moved to kneel next to me and bent down toward me, which made her kimono fall open a bit, giving me glimpses of her perfect breasts, even exposing a part of her rosy nipple. I could not turn my eyes away. She softly brushed my cheek, and I leaned into the touch. It was such an intimate gesture, it made me feel small yet secure. "I will make your fantasies real," she purred, "I will make you experience things you wouldn't think possible." Her index finger traced the contours of my lips, and I tried to kiss it, to capture it with my lips and taste her skin, but she skillfully evaded my attempts. "You're so sweet," she told me, "sweet and innocent. And yet you have such a dirty mind." The words made another shiver race up my spine. She bent even closer, her cheek brushing mine and sending butterflies dancing all over it. "I will show you feelings deeper than anything you have felt before," she whispered, "make you feel more erotic, more loved than ever before." Her tongue snaked out and tickled my ear lobe, and I couldn't resist any more and wrapped my arms around her. "No! No no no, that won't do!" Before I could enjoy the feel of her body, she had disentangled herself, gripped my wrists and pinned them down next to my head. The pleading, startled look I sent her was returned with a stern, chastising one of her own. I didn't understand what I had done wrong, how I had failed her, but after the intense closeness her aggressive behavior was like a blow to my guts. She stared at me, her eyes almost cold, while I was searching them for an answer. My wrists started to hurt and my hands began to grow numb. I didn't understand, I only felt rejection like an icy blade stab right into my heart. I felt small, and weak, and helpless. A sob escaped my lips, and I felt a tear trickle down the side of my face. "I'm sorry." I didn't know for what, but felt such a need to make up for whatever fault I had committed. "I'm really sorry! Please!" Her face softened at my plea, and she let go of my wrists. Yet I didn't dare to move them. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and sent the warmth of hope flowing through my chest. A finger trailed after the lone tear streak, picked up the salty expression of my desperation and carried it to her lips. Her eyes closed and she got a dreamy expression as she sensuously licked it up. To me, it was a picture of pure eroticism. "Bitter," she said softly, "like so many things in life. Yet so sweet in its own way, to those who know to appreciate the rareness of such a gift." Her hand once more caressed my cheek. "You will learn to appreciate it too, my pet." My heart pounded in my chest, from joy that she wasn't rejecting me and from fear of what she would make me do. "I will lead you to incredible pleasure." she whispered, and her finger trailed down, over my chin, down my neck and across the small dimple below, drew a line over my t-shirt between my breasts and even lower, until it stopped over my bellybutton, where it started to move in lazy circles and made my muscles quiver. She was looking at me intensely, and I felt like an open book to her. Then, suddenly, both her hands were resting on my breasts and her thumbs were caressing my nipples, sending jolts of wonderful lightning through them. "But that pleasure comes with a price." Suddenly she was pinching them, hard, and I gasped. "Pleasure and pain. Yin and Yang. Darkness and light." Her voice was soft but determined, and I somehow didn't dare to flinch. Her grip hurt, but it was still bearable and made me realize that I still had my arms where she had put them, that I could easily pull away and flee, but that at the same time I couldn't, I needed to let her do that to me. My thoughts must have been obvious, because she smiled at me, lust flushing her cheeks and enhancing her beauty. A short wave of envy over her perfection constricted my heart, but was washed away by the realization that it was me who made that beauty shine. Warmth spread again through my body and somehow transformed the pain in my nipples into a strange sensation, both unwelcome and wonderful, and it woke an incredible urge to please her, which she seemed to pick up instantly. "Good girl," she whispered, "good little pet." It felt humiliating that she addressed me that way, but at the same time my pussy twitched from want. "I want to pinch you harder. Will you let me?" Her eyes were studying me, drinking in the emotions that played on my face. I nodded, but she shook her head. It took me a few seconds until I understood her request. "Yes," I whispered timidly, "I'll let you." My cheeks burned from embarrassment, but she shook her head again. "Beg me!" It was an order, spoken softly, but still leaving no doubt about her sincerity. Somewhere in the back of my brain a voice shouted: "No! Why are you doing this? Stop it!" But I didn't pay it any heed, instead I whimpered: "Please! Please pinch my nipples harder!" "If you wish." She said it almost casually, but then her fingers clamped down on my nipples like vices. For a moment it was pure agony, and I let out a short cry. My face screwed up and my sight blurred as tears threatened to spill. "You're beautiful like this." Her lips where only inches from mine. Despite the searing pain in my nipples I felt the caress of her breath on my face. "So submissive, so powerless. So vulnerable." The grip on my left nipple lessened, which made me gasp in relief. Her hand began to stroke my breast, her thumb occasionally teasing my now overly sensitive nipple, and I felt almost torn apart between the contradictory feelings shooting through my chest. It made my whole body tremble. "Please and pain," she reiterated, "they can blur together and form something much more intense. Something so beautiful." She smiled at me, and I truly felt beautiful. "Think hard," she whispered, "then tell me whose you are!" For a moment, my mind was frozen, but then my thoughts raced back to the stories I had read, pleasuring myself and imagining myself in the place of those women, imagining myself uttering their words of submission. "Yours Mistress!" I gasped out. "I am yours Mistress!" A short stab of intense pain shot through my other nipple as she let go of it and the blood rushed back, but it was quickly replaced by a wonderful burning sensation. Lisa was looking at me with a satisfied smile and sat back on her heels, ending her caresses. My chest was heaving and my skin still tingled. "Strip!" The command felt like a whip lash, yet before I had realized what I was doing, my hands were pulling my t-shirt over my head. I hesitated for a moment. Was I really going to exhibit my whole body to her? I felt her gaze burn on my stiff and swollen nipples. "Look at your panties! They're drenched in your juices, you horny little girl!" Another verbal whip lash, which was accompanied by stabs of lust shooting through my loins. I reached down with trembling fingers and slowly pushed the panties down my legs. I was about to throw them to the floor when Lisa extended her hand. "Give them to me. And spread your legs." Slowly, taking a deep breath, I complied with her request and spread my legs until they touched the edges of the mattress. I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from the shame, but even more I wanted to please her. My arm shook as I handed her my soiled panties. Then, instinctively, I put my arms back into their old position, next to my head. It brought a delighted smile to her face, which in turn made me feel warm. She smiled at me for a few seconds, then she stood up and walked around the couch, her eyes roaming all over my body. It felt daring, humiliating and exciting. Lisa kept walking back and forth in slow paces. Tension gripped me. Her eyes became calculating, measuring. It made me self-conscious. Did she like what she saw? Would she find me ugly, now that she saw my small, girlish breasts and boyish hips? What was I thinking, that a beauty as her could be drawn to a less-than-average girl like me? The time seemed to drag on, and the tension inside me mounted. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any more, when I thought I'd start to cry, she crouched on the mattress, looking closely at my exposed pussy. "Oh my, you are one randy little pet. You're still leaking pussy juice like mad." I felt mortified by her statement, exposed like never before in my life. "It's still dripping, it's already running down your ass crack." I was flushing from embarrassment, fighting with all my might against the urge to cover my private parts. My mind was becoming a jumbled mess. Another tear trickled down my face. Lisa giggled quietly. "I want to watch you now. Do for me what you did after our last slumber party." Her finger nail trailed a hot line up my leg, from the ankle until a hair's width from my pussy. I trembled under the touch. "Pleasure yourself, let me watch you cum my pet!" Yet, I was frozen. Conflicting emotions threatened to tear me apart. Exposing my body to her had been one thing, but letting her see me in the throes of passion -- nothing could be more intimate. She was asking me to lay myself completely bare. Then another finger nail trailed up my leg, making me tremble even more, and before it left again, it softly scraped my pussy lips. I gasped out loud. Heat shot through my pussy, and I felt myself caught in a rush. My fingers, on autopilot, sought out the source of the heat and plunged into it, while my other hand clamped around my tit. "Very good, little pet," Lisa encouraged me, "go on, and tell me everything you feel." I closed my eyes and concentrated on my own fingers, twirling in my pussy and rubbing my breast. "Oh god..." I whimpered, floating miles above the ground, "it's so intense. My pussy pulsates like crazy, clamping around my fingers. It's so hot and wet." "And your tits? How do your tits feel?" Her hand touched my belly, starting to caress it in small circles, making me gasp again. "They're burning, and my nipples are so hard, they're throbbing. Oh my god, they're almost hurting." I lost myself in the intensity of the feelings I was experiencing. Somewhere in between, Lisa ordered me to spread my pussy lips and to rub my clit. I did so with reckless abandon, my breath hitching, my body writhing on the mattress, babbling dirty nonsense. All the while she was encouraging me to let go, to show her the horny slut I was. I had completely lost all sense of time and space, a crescendo of lust raging between my legs, when a sudden pain on both pussy lips startled me and made me open my eyes. She had captured them with her fingers and was pulling them further apart than I'd have dared myself, stretching my pussy completely, obscenely open. She shouted: "Come for me, little slut!" That derogatory command, combined with the humiliating way she was handling my most private parts, sent me over the edge. I clamped my legs round my hand, pressing down on my clit, and incredible pleasure washed through my body. I shouted and groaned and whimpered for what seemed like ages, tremors shaking my body until I had stars dancing before my eyes and was completely spent. Soft caresses on my cheek slowly brought me back to reality. "Well done, my pet." Lisa whispered, and every touch to my now hyper-sensitive skin made me gasp. "That was..." I still had to catch my breath and became aware of the bedsheets sticking to my sweaty body. "That was incredible. Thank you." I looked at Lisa's face. She was expecting more, and I couldn't help myself. I complied. "Thank you, Mistress." The words somehow didn't feel wrong. Yet, the moment I said them, something broke inside me, something crucial that I hadn't even been aware of. A deep sob shook my body and tears started to run down my cheeks. "Please," I begged, "hold me, Mistress." I hadn't dared to expect her to do that, but she did wrap her arms around me. She turned me onto my side and spooned me from behind, pulling me close to her and telling me soothing nothings. I didn't know why I was crying, and it took her almost an hour to calm me, but finally the sorrow drained from me and was replaced by feelings of contentment and security. "Are you alright?" Lisa's voice inquired. It took me a few tries until I could voice my answer. "I am, M-Mistress. But I'm afraid too." "Afraid of what?" "Of everything. Of where this is going. I..." I struggled a bit, but then I found an analogy that expressed my emotions. "In the back of my mind, there's this feeling of doom. Like I'd stepped on a train for an exciting journey but knew that it was going to crash, with no possibility to get off." Becoming Lisa's Pet Ch. 02 She kissed my neck, softly. "Then I'll try to make your journey worthwhile. And if you crash, I'll make sure you go down in a blaze of glory." I pulled her arms tighter around me. "That's what I'm afraid of." Spent as I was, sleep was already trying to claim me. I could still hear Lisa, but I was too tired to respond. "No," she whispered, "not a train. It's going to be a roller coaster." Becoming Lisa's Pet Ch. 03 Saturday woke me with a soft, rosy glow of dawn streaming in through the window and a moment of disorientation, until I remembered that the arm wrapped around me from behind belonged to Lisa, and that her body was the reason why I felt rather warm. It felt good to wake up like this. The full night of restful sleep had also alleviated my worries and insecurities somewhat, so I greeted the day with a lot of energy. The alarm clock read six sharp. I tried to gently extricate myself from Lisa's – no, from my Mistress', just thinking that brought a blush to my face – embrace, but the moment I moved, her fingers wrapped around my boob and softly squeezed it. Which made me instantly aware of my nakedness. "Morning, little pet, how did you sleep?" Her voice purred in my ear, making me smile. "I slept wonderful, Mistress. I hope you did too?" "I did," she confirmed, and her index finger started to circle my nipple, eliciting a soft moan. "But we've got no time to dawdle, there's so much to do today." "What do you have planned for today," I asked, not having any plans myself for today, and after a thought, added, "Mistress?" She pulled me over to my back and smiled, a carefree, infectious smile. "That, my pet, is for me -" she stressed that by pointing a finger to herself "- to decide, and for you -" this time that same finger came to rest on my lips "- to be surprised by." I opened my mouth to voice my protest, I did like my days to be planned ahead, but she shushed me before I could utter a single sound. Instead, I became hypnotized when her finger started to trace the outline of my lips, a soft caress like butterfly wings, and it made my skin tingle. "Let's have breakfast," she suggested, getting up from the bed, "you'll hop to the bakery and I'll fold away the couch." With that, she gave me a soft slap on my thigh that left a nice tingling sensation. I jumped up from the bed, quickly fetched something to wear from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom, but just when I was about to close the door, Lisa commanded with a sweet voice: "Leave it open, pet!" "But... but I need to pee... and shower!" I stuttered, blushing like mad. With a few quick strides, the door handle was ripped from my hand and Lisa was standing in front of me. Her eyes were squinted to small slits and seemed to sparkle, and she grabbed my chin, making me look directly at her face. I gulped and tried to look away, but she would have none of that. "Chrissie," she hissed, "that was not a request!" Her grip was becoming painful as her finger nails started to dig into the soft skin over my jaw. "You told me you wanted to play our game, so you'll follow my rules, not yours. Or we can stop playing altogether. What will it be? Obey and have fun?" Her other hand rubbed over my left nipple, then trailed slowly down over my chest and stomach until it cupped my pubes. "Or do you want things back like they were last year?" My knees wobbled, and my breath hitched. I felt small, powerless compared to her, and it aroused me. My hands trembled, and I became aware that I was trying to grind my pussy against her warm and soft fingers. "Well?" She prompted and made me gulp again. With a meek voice I admitted defeat. "I - I'm sorry, Mistress. I'll do as you ordered." She continued to stare into my eyes, searching, and I felt even smaller as I waited desperately for her acknowledgement. Then the corners of her mouth moved slightly upwards, and she let go of my jaw and instead stroked my cheek. "That was the right answer, pet. But you'll need to be punished for misbehaving, don't you?" Her other hand left my pubes, and the cool air reminded me of my nudity. I nodded hesitantly. "No, no, no! That won't do at all! I want to hear it from you!" She had her hands on her hips, her right hand tapping impatiently. "Y-yes," I stuttered, "yes Mistress." "A whole sentence!" She barked, and it made me feel like a small school girl that got reprimanded by her teacher. "I need to be punished, Mistress!" I cast my eyes down to the floor while I could feel her gaze on me. "Better." It was almost a whisper, like a spoken caress, and I smiled. "Yes, you need to be punished. But first you'll take care of yourself in the bathroom. And leave the door open. Or let me amend that," she said with a giggle, "leave all doors open. Now hurry!" It felt strange to do my morning wash while being watched. Or, probably being watched. After my second glance towards the door I was admonished to keep my eyes to myself, and although it was hard to do so, I focused on the tasks at hand. Brushing my teeth in the nude was a new experience, and the knowledge that Lisa's eyes were free to watch my every move kept that tingly warmth between my legs alive. As I brushed the minty foam over my teeth, I had a bit of time to reflect what was happening. Which didn't mean that I was able to make heads or tails of it. I only knew that Lisa had, over a few hours, changed from hated bitch to erotic goddess. That those secret erotic daydreams I'd had over the summer had become a possibility. That things which were embarrassing and humiliating and the complete opposite of the norms I had brought up with were turning me on incredibly. And although my emotions were jumping all over the place, my life had won an intensity I hadn't thought possible. I studied my face in the mirror, which looked just the same as it did the day before, and found it hard to believe this was not just a dream. Then my bladder made itself known again, and a knot of dread formed in my stomach. I'd have to pee in front of Lisa. I closed my eyes and forced myself not to hyperventilate. With trembling fingers I reached for the beaker and rinsed my mouth. A loud slap, followed by a stinging pain in my butt cheek made me jump and gasp, and brought me back into reality. "What's taking you so long?" Lisa inquired sharply. "Get on with it!" The truth of the moment washed over my skin like an ice-cold shower. I almost started to protest once, then twice, then a third time, before the wonderful throbbing in my pussy and nipples illustrated the futility of it. I walked the few steps to the toilet on shaky legs, lifted the lid and sat down demurely, while the heat on my face and upper chest felt like little pin pricks. "Knees apart." Lisa had followed me and was now standing in front of me, just an arm's length away. My heart beat like mad. "Wider!" My thighs trembled as I opened them further, forming a right angle between them. Still, it was not enough for her liking. Suddenly, her hands were on my knees and forcefully pushed them apart, until it became almost painful. I whimpered. "Now, now, don't hide that pretty pussy from its Mistress, my pet. I want to see it in all its glory while you do your disgusting thing." Her fingers let go of my knees, and a look into her face told me that closing them would be a bad idea. I nodded, wide eyed, in silent understanding. Lisa laughed, a happy, satisfied laugh, and roughly grabbed my boobs. Though they weren't big, I could be proud about their firmness. Lisa started to knead them like pieces of dough, and I winced. Then she grabbed my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and forcefully pulled them to the side. It hurt, and my view got misty. "I'd never have thought you to be so submissive," she told me with warmth in her voice, "I bet you'd do anything I told you if I promised to touch that naughty twat of yours, wouldn't you?" Her words sliced through me, but I was unable to deny it. "Yes, oh god yes, Mistress, please touch me there." The memory of last night rushed back, the rush of feeling once more building itself up. "You're such a dirty little slut. My horny lesbian slut." Her fingers roughly twirled my nipples. "Oh how I'll love to control you. I'll make you so randy you'll almost explode, and then you'll do the most embarrassing things so I'll allow you to cum. You'll be my plaything, my toy, my pet." I moaned, the painful sting in my captured nipples transforming into waves of heat. " I want you to look down at your snatch and watch yourself pee. I could order you to stick a finger into your yellow piss and lick it clean." My head shot up, and I almost panicked and started to plead with her not to do that to me. She smiled warmly. "Don't worry, I'll not make you." Then she winked. "Not today. Now pee!" I gulped. I felt ashamed, every fiber in my being was protesting against performing such a lewd act, and my mind associated peeing with anything but not eroticism. Still, the knowledge that I gave up control over such a personal act made my skin tingle and my heart do drum rolls. I stared at my soft, rosy folds, my peripheral vision filled with image of my stretched and squeezed nipples. I tried to pee, but I couldn't let go with all the tension in my body. The impatient tapping of Lisa's boot on the floor tiles told me I was taking too much time, but the small wave of fear of what she might come up with as punishment for dawdling did the trick. It started as a small trickle, small golden drops of urine that hit the water in the toilet, but quickly became a gushing torrent. In the back of my mind I registered that Lisa was telling me what a good little slut I was. A tear rolled down my cheek. How could I debase myself like this? And still my nipples throbbed and my pussy creamed. Finally, it slowed down to a trickle again and stopped. Lisa let go of my tortured nipples, and as the blood rushed back, I gasped from the intense stinging. Her index finger tilted my head up, and she smiled warmly at me. "That was fun, pet. I didn't know one could blush all over like you just did. Now let's shower!" I think I did a double take. "Shower? Together?" I squeaked, the possibility to see her naked making my heart flutter, and felt like a fool. Lisa giggled. "I'll be right back, go on into the shower and see that it's comfortably warm." I wiped, and flushed, and rushed into the shower. I played with the faucets to get the water flow to the right temperature. I'd never have believed how complicated a simple task like this could get, but in my lovesick state I was unable to decide whether it was too cold, or too warm, or just right. At last the decision was taken from me along with the showerhead. I'd been so focused that I had completely missed that Lisa had entered the shower until her hand reached over my shoulder and snatched it from me. I think I forgot to breathe when I turned around and, for the first time, saw my Mistress in all her glory. Her boobs were bigger than mine, where mine resembled apples, hers were like small melons, and her aureoles were perfect, a soft red color and wide enough so I wouldn't be able to wrap my thumb and forefinger around them. In the middle stood hard nubs, glistening from the moisture like small marbles. My eyes roamed downwards. Her belly was toned, her waist narrow, and I couldn't help but lick my lips when I looked at her bellybutton. I'd have loved to kneel down and explore it with my tongue. Then I discovered the small triangle of red hair above her pussy, finely trimmed and shaved, like an arrow that pointed down to her altar. I hesitantly drew my eyes away from her beautiful body and looked up again when I felt the water cascade over my head. Lisa had put it into the holder so that the warm spray hit both of us. When she leaned forward I almost didn't dare to believe it, but her gaze locked on mine and her lips ever so slowly inched closer and closer. The water pattered on her skin, and I held my breath. Then her lips touched mine, soft and warm, and flocks of butterflies started to dance over my skin. I moaned and fell into her arms. It felt perfect. Like all perfect moments, it was over much too quickly, and while I was still getting back my breath she had stepped to the side, out of the spray, found the washcloth and soap and put them into my hands. "Wash me," she whispered and turned around. With shaky hands I reached out and started to soap up her shoulders and back. Slowly, softly I covered her upper body with a fine sheen of foam, working my way down to her buttocks, which were well toned from running and doing sports and looking so soft I felt a desire to run my tongue over it. Lisa, meanwhile, was washing her hair and humming a slow tune. I sank to my knees and started to work the washcloth reverently over her bum and down her slender legs. This was not just washing her, to me, this was an act of worship, almost mystical. I brushed over her calves and ankles, and she turned around. I made sure to wash each of her small, beautiful toes, clean carefully between them, trying my best not to tickle her, then I started my way back up. A quick look at her face showed me she was smiling. A smell of roses, lavender and sweet lemon filled the air, befitting my queen. I washed her hips, and stomach, and the front of her shoulders, getting back on my feet. Then I held my breath, unsure for a moment if I could dare to touch her there, but then the memory of our embrace came back, and my clothed hand started to trail slow circles over her breasts. She closed her eyes and stopped humming, her lips parted and she breathed deeply. "Good," she whispered without looking at me, "make sure to clean them well." I did that, I drew small and wide circles, sometimes just barely brushing her nipples, sometimes rubbing over them, and her breathing became heavier and shorter. From time to time I gave them a soft flick with the edge of the washcloth, which made her pull in her breath. Suddenly she gripped my hand and guided it down between her legs. She didn't let me turn my arm, so I sank to my knees again. For a moment it felt strange to touch another girl there, but then I could feel her mound under my fingers, could feel the tender flesh of her outer lips press against my hand. I started stroking her, and, hearing her breath hitch, I got bolder and applied a bit of pressure with my index finger, parting her lips bit by bit. I could feel my finger run over her hardened clit and made sure to flick it as good as was possible through the washcloth, eliciting a tiny squeal of delight each time. Her hips started to sway, and each movement of my hand was met by her pussy pressing against it. Then both of her hands clamped forcefully down on mine, her knees buckled and I had to drop the soap to steady her with my other hand on her hip. A long, purring moan escaped her throat, and her face ran through a kaleidoscope of emotions. It was breathtaking. Her body shivered and jerked for almost a minute, then she took a deep breath, opened her eyes and smiled down to me. "Well done, little pet. What a perfect way to start a day." I smiled back, happy with her praise, and when she extended her hand, I grabbed it and let her help me to my feet. She picked up the fallen soap, took the washcloth from me and guided me out of the warm spray with my back facing her. "Let's get you cleaned up too, I'm hungry. Wash your hair!" I did that and waited for her tender touch while she soaped up the washcloth. Though when the touch came, it felt nothing like I had anticipated. One of her hands steadied my shoulder with a hard grip, then the other started to scrub roughly, almost painfully, up and down my body. In a few seconds she was done with my backside and had turned me around. I tried to voice my protest, but just at this moment her clothed hand squeezed my right tit hard, and all I could do was whimper. Quickly, almost frantically, she rubbed over nipples. It hurt. But in a good way. My hands were still massaging the shampoo into my hair, and the position made me feel vulnerable. I breathed harder. Then her hand was between my thighs, scrubbing just as hard over my pussy and clit, and I started to shake in a mix of lust and pain. "Oh god!" I exclaimed, my breath was trying to overtake my racing heartbeat now, and any second I was going to climax. I hadn't even realized that I had closed my eyes, but suddenly the wonderful pain between my legs was gone. A moment later, icy water cascaded all over my body and made me shriek and try to pull away. "Please stop!" I cried out, but Lisa only shoved me back towards the shower's wall and held me there with one hand, rinsing me down with ice cold water. I started to shiver and stared at her with wide eyes. "Please!" I begged, "please stop, Mistress!" "I'll stop once I've rinsed away all the soap, silly," she answered me in a patronizing voice while the shower head delivered thousands of painful needle pricks to my breasts, "now hold still, and it will be over in the blink of an eye." She pointed the spray to my pubes, and it felt even worse. I started to bawl, but thankfully, finally she turned off the water. She softly caressed my cheek. "Now, now, everything's fine, my pet. Stop crying." I couldn't believe what was happening, what I was letting her do to me. Still, there I was, dripping wet, cold, working through the last sobs that shook my body, yet reveling in the feeling of her hand on my cheek and almost desperate for her to start again, to bring me to that orgasm that had so narrowly eluded me. I was still dazed and on autopilot when she pulled me from the shower stall and quickly dried me down with a towel, and only became aware again when I found myself back our room, Lisa sitting on her bed, wearing a terry cloth bathrobe, and myself standing before her, still naked. "I've already picked some clothes for you," she casually pointed the end of the bed where I could see some fabric, "and I also wrote you a list of what to get." I looked at the items. No, I corrected myself, at the item. All I could see was my yellow mini dress. I had it for some years now, and while it still fit me around, I had grown an inch or two since I had last worn it. And it had been quite short before. "Mistr..." I started to say while picking up the dress, but she interrupted me before I could complete the word. "That, and a pair of shoes, is all you need to wear." Her eyes dared me to object. I gulped and nodded demurely, then I slipped the dress over my head. It was, luckily, quite old-fashioned - Amber liked to call it my "sixties-dress" - and had wide shoulder straps and didn't show any cleavage, so it was no problem to wear it without a bra. But, just as I had feared, it just barely went below my buttocks. I'd have to be careful, I realized, any quick movement or small gust of wind and I'd expose my lower body. I felt heat shoot into me cheeks. Under Lisa's watchful eyes I put on a pair of low-heeled sandals that matched the color of the dress, fetched my purse and picked up the shopping list. "I'll be right back," I said, trying to sound carefree and failing miserably, and when Lisa just watched me with a lifted eyebrow, I softly added "Mistress." She nodded, and I left our room, self-conscious out of fear of exposing my near-nudity. My body hard warmed up now, and as the dress brushed softly against my nipples, I realized that the interrupted climax had made them extremely sensitive. The feeling of cool air between my legs didn't help either, and as I walked down the stairs, slowly and carefully to keep my modesty, every step made me more and more excited. * * * To be continued * * *