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OWNED
BY OLIVIA
(F/F,
Mind-Control, Humiliation, Slavery, BDSM)
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
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*****
Cindy surveyed her surroundings at
Crispy Cuffs with apprehension, feeling ill at unease with this little Friday
night adventure. The club was filled
with leather-clad people, Masters and slaves, advertising their status – a lack
of clothing or kinky outfits to entice “Tops” was most notable among the
“bottoms”. This was after all the most
infamous bondage club of New Jersey.
Cindy herself was dressed as neutrally and conservatively as she could
have done, considering… She wore black
leather pants, coupled with a silk white blouse – she could have been dressed
to hit the dance clubs rather than Crispy Cuffs, which she probably would have
done, had it not been for the curiosity factor.
Her eyes were fixated on the stage,
where there was a young woman, completely nude, dangling from the ceiling with
a steel chain that was attached to the leather cuffs on her wrists pulled well
above her head. She was already sweating
like a pig. A much older man stood
behind her, wearing tight, navy blue leather pants, his body naked above the
waist, and his beer belly hanging over the belt. But he was the Master – he was holding a
long, leather whip, and he was beating the slave with it. She screamed repeatedly, apparently much to
the amusement of the crowd, who laughed and cheered each time the girl
wailed. Cindy was nearly outraged with
this sight, but she could not quite look the other way.
Shannon appeared, having completed her
grand tour of the club: “Cin, this place
is totally perverted” she announced.
“Did you know there is a room right over there, where they got a girl,
totally naked girl, tied to a bench, and everyone is free to punish and molest
her as they wish? Let’s get the hell out
of here – I know a really good frat party we could go to – I bet all the boys
are still there…”
Cindy smiled at her flatmate – she was
dressed somewhat more daringly than Cindy, with a short leather skirt and a
small tank-top, as she’d been the more excited to check out this kink hole,
despite the fact that the suggestion had come from Cindy.
“Well, ok, just another 10 minutes, no?”
Cindy replied.
“Ok, fine – let me go get another round
of drinks for us then, I can’t take this stuff with a sober head…”
As Shannon made her way towards the bar,
Cindy noticed a Dominatrix entering the club fresh, followed by a nearly naked
girl, crawling like a dog behind her, her obnoxious dog-collar attached to the
leash in her Mistress’s hand… Her
humiliation was apparent on her face, and Cindy felt for her – how could she
enjoy being so truly debased? Cindy was
seriously pondering the answer to this question, when she heard someone talking
to her:
“Well, well, well…”
She nearly shrieked and turned around –
and she was shocked to come face to face with Olivia, Professor House’s
teaching assistant at the Chemistry class, dressed nearly identical to the
Dominatrix who’d just walked in. She was
a grad student, and was truly gorgeous, to the extent that she knew a few guys
who took the House class just to be able to be exposed to Olivia. She was only 27 years old, so perhaps some of
the college guys were stupid enough to think she was in their range…
She smiled at Cindy with her usual
superior smirk: “Cindy, I believe –
right?”
“Yes, aahm, Cindy…”
“Surprised to see one of the students
here…”
“I’m here just out of curiosity” Cindy
explained swiftly. “I am almost on my
way out anyway”.
“Hmm, just out of curiosity, huh?” she
chuckled. “Honey, no one comes here just
out of curiosity – they come because they are Tops or bottoms, even if they do
not have the courage to admit it…”
“Well, I am neither” Cindy replied
curtly.
Olivia’s smile widened further: “Oh, but, obviously, you’re no Top, little
one… I know you from class: You’re just such a pretty princess… You could only be a bottom, the sort all
sorts of people step all over… and, you
look so hot tonight, I’d love to be your Top…”
“I am no one’s bottom or anything of the
sort” Cindy replied in as harsh a tone as she could muster, “and I am no
lesbian, either, for your information…”
Olivia paused for a few moments, not
dropping her smile at all: “Well, too
bad sweet one…” she finally said and turned around, walking towards the stage.
“Isn’t that the lab assistant in
Chemistry?” Shannon had returned with two glasses of pink Martinis…
“Yes, that’s the bitch” Cindy replied,
grabbing the Martini and attempting to drink it in one big gulp. “Let’s get the hell out of here and find some
boys…”
*****
Olivia was walking between the desks –
House usually left her in charge of the lab class, and she often did something
colorful to close the lecture.
“Ok, everyone, what you each see on your
desk are two pieces of sugar and a small cup of liquid… Now, what I want you to do is very simple –
first have the first piece of sugar, then dip the second piece of sugar in the
liquid, and then eat up the second piece, too – and tell me what, if any,
difference you see…”
There were a few murmurs as everyone
followed the instructions. Cindy did the same, swallowing the first piece of
sugar, dipped the second piece and swallowed that too – as far as she could
tell, there was no difference whatsoever, but it seemed everyone was
excited: As far as she could tell from
the commentary, the second piece was totally lacking in any kind of sugary
taste all of a sudden. Some guy was
saying it was like biting into a piece of hard sand, no taste to it at all…
Olivia smiled confidently at the
class: “Yes – no taste to it at
all. The liquid is methyl-peroxide,
fellas, and it removes all taste – unfortunately, not the calories, as the
sugar is still there, you just become incapable of tasting it when it is soaked
with this solution… Useless, but
fascinating how easily you can remove a familiar sensation with a simple
chemical solution… So, with that, the
class is over – but make sure to pick up your quiz results as you exit – I did
the grading and I’ve been more than generous, so no complaints…”
Cindy walked up to Olivia’s desk, not really
wanting to talk to her after the previous night’s exchange at Crispy Cuffs, and
picked up her exam paper – and was shocked to see a big red F marked right on
the cover page. She hated Chemistry,
which was an unfortunate prerequisite for a Marketing major. But she’d thought she’d done well enough to
pass.
Olivia smiled at her: “Gotta apply yourself, Cindy…”
Shannon had approached as well, and
seemed fairly content with her own C.
“Dyke!” Cindy said a little too loudly,
as she turned around to walk out of the class.
“Christ” Shannon had grabbed her by the
arm, “are you nuts?”
Cindy looked back at Olivia as she
walked out – she was leaning back in her chair, still smiling arrogantly. Cindy had meant for Olivia to hear the
insult, but more than a few students had heard it too, which had not been her
intention.
“You’re crazy sister..” Shannon was
still holding her by the arm as they exited out of the building – Cindy was
upset with the F, but as soon as the warm Spring sun hit her face, she felt considerably
better…
“Oh, fuck it… Let’s go grab lunch with
the guys…”
*****
Cindy was having her afternoon latte at
the on-campus Starbucks and trying to catch up with reading for Marketing when
Olivia pulled up a seat across from her.
“Hi there!” Olivia smiled, cocky as
usual.
Taken aback, Cindy had no idea what to
say.
“So, dyke, huh?... Tsk, tsk, tsk, bad
girl, calling me names in front of the class…”
“Listen…” Cindy tried to cut in.
“If you must know, actually, I am a Bi –
I’ve been fucking Professor House, did you know that?”
Cindy’s mouth hanged open.
“But I do mostly fuck girls, that is
true… Girls pretending to be sex slaves
quite often, actually - I pick them up
at Crispy Cuffs, lesbian bars, here on campus, you name it…”
Olivia leaned in: “But, you know what I really always wanted –
to fuck a girl who doesn’t wanna be fucked by a lesbian. To play with a girl, who doesn’t wanna play
along…! Oh, yes – take a pretty, spoiled,
straight girl - straight-as-an-arrow - and turn her into a lesbian plaything… a
real sex slave, not a pretender with safe words and silly fanfare…”
“This is disgusting” Cindy replied,
shocked and outraged at what she was hearing.
“I’m leaving…”
“Sit your ass down” Olivia replied, not even
forcefully, her smug smile not moving an inch.
Cindy found herself sitting back on her
seat, having to listen to the rest of Olivia’s words.
“When I saw you at Crispy Cuffs, I knew
you were the one – deny as you wish, but you were comparing yourself to the
slave girls, not the Masters and Mistresses, and given what a spoiled,
pampered, proper little girl you are, it only makes sense, even if you’re too
dumb to figure… You think you deserve to
be treated like a princess because you’re so hot and all the college guys are
after you… But, I bet, deep down you
crave to be humiliated and treated like shit…
At any rate, it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“I am really gonna leave” Cindy finally
managed to get in a word, edge-wise, though she could not somehow muster the
will to get up and walk away.
Olivia just laughed:
“You recall our little lab test this
morning - the two pieces of sugar you
swallowed… did you wonder why everyone
said their second piece had no taste at all, when yours tasted just
normal? No, you were too self-involved
to give such a thing too much thought, right?
Well, guess what darling, your second piece of sugar had a different
solution on it – a mind-control drug! My
own creation! And you are now officially
the first full-time guinea pig for this solution, though having tested small
amounts on other unsuspecting individuals, I can assure you it works like
magic.”
“You fed me something…??” Cindy said in
outrage but Olivia ignored her.
“I have an antidote, too, and even the
very moment you had the second piece, I was battling with myself on whether to
find a way to feed you the antidote before it’s too late…. It’s not like I have no moral qualms at
all… But then you really sealed the deal
when you called me a dyke like that, in front of the whole class! I am a dyke of course, that’s not the point,
but the fact that you think this is the worst insult you could come up with
just makes this whole thing so much… proper
and delicious… so richly-deserved… makes you absolutely ideal…”
“This is bullshit” Cindy said, grabbing
her backpack once more.
“Let me demonstrate its effects” Olivia
said, finally taking a sip from her own coffee.
“You may get up now – go to the bathroom, take off you panties, and
bring them back to me…”
“What?” – Everything Olivia said seemed
to be more outrageous than the one before it, and Cindy was barely holding
herself back to not physically attack the lab assistant right there, even
though getting into a cat-fight in the middle of the Starbucks was the last
thing she could have ever imagined herself doing. She was going to get up, that was for sure,
only to march into the Dean’s office, and start the procedures for the
complaint that was going to end this cocky bitch’s academic career at Rutgers
swiftly.
She did get up and walk away from the
table, and she meant to go right, literally towards the Dean’s office, except
when she tried to take a step in that direction, she was suddenly filled with a
terrible fear ripping through her heart, found herself almost shivering in
worry, and her muscles lightly yet worriedly spasmed as if she was attempting
to twist her legs into an extremely unnatural shape that could leave her very
badly injured. It felt like she could take one more step and she’d drop on the
ground screaming – she found herself instinctively turning left, which eased
her body and soul, despite her surprise.
She was walking towards the bathroom – ‘what the hell I am doing?’ she
wondered, and stopped in her tracks.
Once again a rising worry surged through her heart, as if not going to
the bathroom and not doing as Olivia told had horrible consequences. She felt no physical pressure, yet that too
seemed around the corner every moment she stood there like that. The rising fear was too much – she resumed
her walk almost right away, even though this was only fueling another, huge
worry: Was she really going to do the
crazy thing Olivia had just demanded of her, walk in there, and come out with
her panties in hand? The dread and fear
bit into her as she walked inside the bathroom, but it still wasn’t like when
she tried to go back and refuse Olivia’s
request - that seemed like a few steps
from total self-destruction.
Cindy walked right into one of the
cabins, feeling almost dazed at what she was about to do – she stood in the
cabin a few moments, but the same feeling of dread began fuming inside her
every second, she had to do what the horrible bitch demanded, and almost like
releasing her breath, she unzipped her skirt, let it fall on the ground, and
hurriedly stepped out of her panties – she realized in humiliation that she’d
picked a suggestive pink pair that morning… She put her skirt on again, opened
up her back pack and dropped the panties in there. She walked out of the cabin and out of the
bathroom, and headed towards Olivia who was leaning back comfortably, drinking
her coffee, and apparently going through a magazine she’d found…
‘There is no fuckin’ way I am going to
give her this satisfaction’ Cindy said to herself, and attempted to turn back
on her heels – pain and fear returned with a vengeance, and she felt like the
whole world would come crashing on her if she did not walk right up there that
very moment, and give Olivia exactly what she wanted. She turned around again, thinking she had to
look ridiculous if anyone was paying attention to her, turning around herself
like a fool, and made her way to the table.
Olivia lifted her head up with a smug
smile: “So?”
Cindy wanted to start screaming and
cursing at her right then – she opened her mouth to begin a litany of
insults. And she could have done it, she
could, if she dared: Suddenly she knew
that speaking those words would be like running her tongue along broken glass –
the pain and fear hit her as soon as her brain gave out the command to hurl the
insults and objections and threats, and she shut herself up in time to avoid
what would be utter hurt… Olivia was not
to be spoken against.
“So?” she asked again impatiently.
Knowing she had no choice anymore, Cindy
opened her backpack and handed over her panties as discreetly as she could
manage, her face suddenly a deep shade of red in humiliation. She could not even find the words to describe
her fury at Olivia, or the utter humiliation and frustration that was burning
through her mind like liquid fire - yet
she was already realizing firmly that the drug she’d been fed was incredibly
powerful, and she had no choice, no choice at all, but to obey this smug, cocky
bitch unconditionally. She wanted to
scream to high heavens or go hide in a tiny hole – yet she stood there, waiting
for more orders, realizing this is what Olivia demanded.
“Well then, good girl…” Olivia
said. “You will be a perfect, obedient
little slave for me… Don’t worry –
obeying the commands of your Mistress will only become second nature in due
time…”
Cindy was screaming inside ‘no, no, no,
nooo…’ but she did not dare let that out.
Olivia leaned down and took out a
package: “Now, what I got here is some
clothes I want you to wear tonight. I
will come to pick you up tonight at 10 PM, be dressed, pampered up, and ready…”
With that, she got up and walked by
Cindy, telling “Go home now, slut…”.
Cindy stood in the middle of Starbucks,
her panties in Olivia’s bag, and holding the package from Olivia, almost not
sure what to do – what had just happened?
Could this be for real?
Finally the urge to head home kicked in,
and Cindy began making her way across the campus.
*****
Cindy held up the tiny skirt with
absolute dread. It was designed after
the classic schoolgirl uniform, except there was nothing classic about it,
except for the plaid form – in a bright red & white. The skirt was so small that it was nearly a
glorified set of panties, and the actual fire red thong she’d be wearing underneath
– also out of the package – would be impossible to hide even from a most casual
observer. The matching red top she was
given was also tiny and easily two sizes too small for her 34C chest. It consisted of two sides held together with
a few straps in the middle, thus squeezing her breasts into an obscene
cleavage, all connecting with a big, inviting bow, that could be opened with a
single easy pull to break her breasts free off their fabric cage. She put on the skirt and stood on impossible
5-inch bright red platform shoes. She
looked at herself on the mirror, and all she saw was that she looked ridiculous
even for a prostitute. She looked like a
fantasy blow-up doll. She put on the
thick, red leather dog collar as well – it had steel studs on the sides and
back of it as well as hooks at the bottom of the front and back to attach
things… But the absolute worst was that
her name was written in the front, in the space that was left between the steel
studs: CINDY in big, glittering, shiny letters…
There had been a small note attached to
the collar – she read it again, in absolute dread:
‘Cindy,
from now on, you will at all times wear a slave collar symbolizing your status
as a slave and as my personal property.
Tonight and other times you will wear the collar I provide, on campus something slightly less obnoxious. But you will never be without a tight collar
around your neck to remind yourself and many observers your position as a
slave. Know this – you are not my
girlfriend or lover. You are now my sex
slave, nothing more. Your sole purpose
is to provide me with sexual entertainment.
Your purpose in life from now on is to serve my sexual pleasure. You will concentrate all your attention and
initiative toward attracting, arousing, stimulating, intensifying, and
satisfying my sexual lust. That will be
difficult for you at first since you’re so firmly straight and truly revolted
by lesbian sex – but this is why you will put all the more effort into finding
ways to sexually please a lesbian – a “dyke” as you put it… - Olivia’
Her stomach churned at the mere idea of
touching another woman that way, let alone doing her utmost to sexually please
a lesbian. She wanted throw up when she
thought about it. She had taken a long,
steamy shower after reading the note, partly trying to forget what was in store
for her, and yet spent more time on making her make-up and hair perfect than if
she had been going on a date with Prince William. She was realizing with total dread that
Olivia’s prediction of obedience becoming second nature was already taking hold
firmly. She’d said get ready, had not
specified anything else, and that was enough to encourage her to look her
absolute best – when she contemplated not obeying even the spirit of her
instructions, the cold fear rushed through her heart at what might happen. So, she dared not question.
There was a horn outside, and she
figured it was for her – she looked outside the window and saw a black limo
waiting in front of the apartment building.
She hurriedly left her apartment, almost rushing downstairs, which was
extremely difficult to do in her current impossible footwear – she could not
afford to keep the haughty bitch Olivia, now her Mistress, waiting for long. She passed by the two sophomore guys that
lived downstairs on the stairs and was met with their whistles – normally she
would give them a tongue-lashing fur such obnoxious behavior, but what could
she say, looking like a total whore? Her
eyes watered in shame, but she kept up her composure – crying would do no good
with Olivia. She was just glad Shannon
wasn’t around to see her in this pampered-up prostitute outfit. A black limo driver had stepped out to open
the door for her, and his wide grin made no secret of the fact that he very
much liked what he saw, which caused only further embarrassment for the blonde
co-ed.
She helped herself inside the limo, and
she was shocked to see none other than Shannon inside… She was kneeling on the floor of the limo.
And she was dressed exactly like Cindy –
except that everything red was pink on Shannon, and her slave collar said
SHANNON in the same big shiny letters.
Other than that they could have been sisters dressed from the same store
outlet by their mother.
“Well, hello, slut” Olivia greeted Cindy
– she was seated on the backseat, dressed in a sharp black leather outfit,
skin-tight pants, leather top - she
looked classy and menacing whereas the girls looked soft and slutty. “I figured you’d need your play partner… so you and Shannon can have the honor of
being my slaves together…”
Cindy felt too damn humiliated to even
look at Shannon – she kneeled next to her, in front of Olivia, knowing this was
what she was supposed to do.
“Put these on” Olivia said, producing
two long leashes – not surprisingly, one red, one pink, both thin leather…
The limo started its journey, just as
Cindy realized she had no idea where they were going…
As if she’d read her mind, Olivia chimed
in with her usual smirk: “So, now,
slaves, curious on where we’re heading?
Well, why, we’re heading to Crispy Cuffs of course… I am under the impression you gals really did
not get full idea of the place the other night…”
Cindy was hit with a new wave of terror
upon hearing this: Go back to Crispy
Cuffs? As a slave!! She recalled the girl who crawled inside in
utter humiliation like a pathetic dog behind her Mistress, she recalled the
girl who was getting a whipping for the amusement of the crowd, she recalled
the room Shannon had mentioned, the room where slaves were raped and abused
freely by anyone and in any way their owners deemed fit.
She could not go back to that place as a
slave, there was no way, no way… yet even the thought of breaking her
submissive position was unthinkable now, let alone jumping out of the moving
limo as she would have wished… she was made a slave, and she could not break
Olivia’s hold on her, no matter how much she wanted or tried. Her face burned in embarrassment and
frustration at her predicament.
Olivia chuckled at the expression on
Cindy’s face – “don’t worry slut, you learn to enjoy it – eventually… I told you, you were born to be stepped on
and serve your betters… You’ll learn and
appreciate in due time… You will be
craving for humiliation and punishment and dying to be fucked by anyone of
authority in no time…”
“But for now” she put her feet on the
floor of the limo and slid forward comfortably on her seat – “you slaves lick
up my boots until they are shiny enough to see your own slutty faces on them…!”
The girls heads were at her feet almost
instantly - Olivia opened a small bottle of champagne and filled up her
glass. It was a bit of a drive to Crispy
Cuffs after all.
But with two pretty slaves now licking
her feet up and down, even the journey could be fun…
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
Do you like my story? So, what is it that you like then? The one thing that you really like the
most?
Please let me know:
cse1986@rocketmail.com
(That’s the only pay-off in writing,
really...!)
*****