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HEATHER’S TRAINING BEGINS Continued from “High Tensions” Heather had volunteered for this. She was doing it by choice, to try and help the situation between Lisa and Alice. They were to be the mistresses; she was to be submissive, obedient, and loyal to them. Heather was afraid. Afraid of what they might do to her. She trembled as she walked down the hall toward the infamous band room, where she had first been introduced to the two other girls, and bondage. She had instructions: after school, come to the back storage area of the band room. Her mistresses would be awaiting her… She came as instructed. Her walk through the band room itself was like a dream; like watching herself on TV. She wanted to stop; to turn and run, but she couldn’t. Finally, she entered the back room. Lisa and Alice were already there. Alice was wearing a white lace bustier and thong, and Lisa a black leather corset and thong with gartered stockings. They were total opposites of each other. They liked it that way. Heather was intimidated further as the pair approached her. “Please don’t be too rough!” she begged as they grabbed her arms. “You are a slave! You don’t get a say in what happens to you,” Lisa explained. “Now Lisa, let’s be a little easier on her,” Alice said, “It’s her first time.” Lisa growled. “Oh, fine! But next time,” she slapped Heather’s ass and caressed her breasts, “This is all mine!” Leading Heather away from Lisa, Alice ordered her to undress. Heather obeyed silently, stepping out of her khakis and pulling off her shirt. Her bra and panties were nothing too exciting, and Lisa was unsatisfied. “I thought I told you to dress up!” she said. “I did!” Heather cried, holding up her discarded khakis and button-up shirt. “I don’t care what you wear on the outside!” Lisa said, frustrated, “It’s what’s underneath that counts. At least to us…” “I don’t have anything that would get you excited!” Heather said angrily. “Whoa! Did you hear that tone?” Lisa exclaimed to Alice. “Calm down, Lisa,” Alice said, “We haven’t given her the rules yet, remember?” Lisa grumbled and busied herself in rummaging through a hidden box of lingerie. Heather didn’t dare to ask for the rules. If they had forgotten once, they may forget again… “Well, then, let’s give her the rules right now!” Lisa suggested. “Good idea!” Alice replied. Lisa turned back around with an uncomfortable-looking piece of lingerie from the box. Heather’s heart sank. She was going to get ‘the rules’ after all. Alice pulled a sheet of paper on which she had written the rules she and Lisa had come up with, and handed it to Heather. Heather read: Mistresses Lisa and Alice’s Rules of Conduct for Being a Submissive: 1. We are in total control of you without question. “You’ve already become one, Heather,” Lisa said. “Admit it: you like it. You always have, ever since the day of your initiation. You love to trust your body to other people, specifically us.” Heather started backing away. “No, I don’t! I’m leaving now!” She started to put her clothes back on. Lisa saw her and quickly wrapped a collar around her neck from behind. She padlocked it closed around Heather’s neck. “Hey! Oh! Take this off!” Heather yelled, tugging at the leather collar. “No!” Lisa said flatly. “And I know you wouldn’t dare walk out of here with that on! You’d be too embarrassed!” Heather tried to look defiant, but Lisa was right. The kinky leather collar would humiliate her, especially with it locked on. Heather’s hesitation was enough for Lisa. She grabbed the sophomore’s arms and dragged her over to the middle of the room where Alice was waiting with a strange looking body harness. Lisa popped Heather’s bra open and let it flop off her arms. She then pulled Heather’s panties down to her ankles. Heather struggled the whole time. When Lisa had her completely naked, Heather was forced into the body harness. It was a locking leather collar connected to chains and adjustable straps in various places around the body. Alice tightened the chain that ran between Heather’s legs, causing the captive girl to whimper in pain. Lisa pulled the leather straps tightly around Heather’s breasts, causing more pain. The girl began to cry. Lisa slapped her. “Stop that!” she yelled. Heather sniffed and tried to ignore the pain tugging at her mind. The two older girls inspected their work. Lisa made a noise in distaste. “I don’t like it,” she said. “It’s not her style.” Heather shifted position. “Stand still, Heather,” Alice commanded. Heather didn’t move any more. “I think I have something we’d all enjoy a little more,” Alice continued. She went over and looked through the box of lingerie. Lisa whispered in Heather’s ear, “You’re lucky she’s here!” Heather wrung her hands a little in front of herself out of nervousness. Lisa slapped them, hissing, “Stop that!” “Sorry!” Heather apologized and let her hands hang at her sides. “Sorry what?” “Um…I don’t know?” Lisa hit Heather lightly on the cheek. “We are your mistresses, and you will address us as such! Now what should you have said?” Heather thought a moment. “I’m sorry…Mistress.” “Very good girl!” Lisa praised, “You’re a quick learner. You’ll be fun!” Alice came back with a red corset and thong. “Here you are, Heather. How about trying those on for us?” Heather nodded. She pulled the thong up her legs until it was in position, then went to put the corset on. It had rigid-looking supports that she thought would be very uncomfortable, but she had no choice. She also noticed that it zipped up the back and laced up the front halfway with satin. She got it over her head and fixed on her shoulders, laced up the front, and reached for the zipper in the back. Lisa’s hands were already on it. She pulled it up the whole way, unlocked the padlock on Heather’s collar, and hooked the eye of the zipper through the lock. She re-locked the padlock, locking the collar back on and securing the zipper. Heather was trapped. “Wait, how am I supposed to get this off?” she asked. Alice spun her around so she faced her mistresses. “You aren’t! It’s on until we let you out of it. That’s part of being a slave, remember? You’re under our control.” Heather looked down at herself. The racy and erotic lingerie, along with the locked collar was way out of her comfort zone. But she had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time as Lisa retied the lace-up ribbon of the corset so that the long, sexy, ends of the bow hung down over her stomach. “Alright. Now we officially begin!” Alice said. “Now that you’re dressed up, you’ll learn how to obey. This isn’t dog training school; there isn’t a set code of instructions. Just do whatever we tell you to. It’s that simple!” “O-okay…” Heather said, unsure of what to do. “So,” Lisa said, “We’ll start with a simple session. Get on your knees facing away from us.” Heather obeyed, and looked back at them, waiting for the next command. “I said ‘facing away from us!’” Lisa shouted. “I was…I was just waiting for more directions!” Heather cried. Lisa slapped her. “Did we say you could talk?” Heather hung her head and turned around. “Good girl! Now, lace your fingers behind your back with your wrists touching and your elbows as close together as you can.” Heather obeyed, and felt her hands being cuffed. A rope wrapped around her elbows and was pulled tight. Heather gasped and cried out in surprise. She immediately regretted making noise as a knee was thrust into her spine and a stern voice said, “Be quiet, Heather! Unless we tell you that you can, don’t talk or make any noise!” Alice’s voice then commanded, “Stand up so that your ankles and knees are pressed tightly together.” Heather tried to get up, but without her arms for support, sprawled backwards. No help came, so she kicked her legs, trying to get enough force to get back to a sitting position. Finally she got there, and stood up more carefully this time. Ropes wrapped around her ankles and knees, as tight as those around her elbows. When she was totally bound, Lisa’s voice said, “Now we come to the ultimate test of faith. Do you trust us?” Heather didn’t know whether to speak or not. Was a question counted as permission to talk? Alice’s voice, “You can answer, Heather.” “Yes, I trust you.” “Mistresses!” she added quickly. “Good girl!” Lisa said, “I thought you were going to forget!” Alice: “Okay. Now, you’re totally helpless. None of you limbs can move, right?”“No, Mistress. I can’t move,” Heather said. “Alright. Put all of your trust in us, and let yourself fall backward.” “What!?” Heather cried, then she panicked, “I’m sorry, Mistresses! I didn’t…mean to shout.” “It’s alright, Heather,” Alice said, “Shock is expected. It’s a hard thing to do to make yourself fall backwards when you know you’re helpless to stop yourself from hitting the ground. You have to put all your trust in us…” “And furthermore,” Lisa continued, “You have to obey us!” “Yes, of course, Lisa…” Alice said, tiring of Lisa’s coldness, “We’re here for you, Heather. Trust us. Come on, now. Fall back into us. We’re right here.” Heather couldn’t make herself do it. Every time she tried, her brain panicked and stopped her from falling. “I can’t do it!” she cried, frustrated. Lisa’s voice came to her, surprisingly calm and supportive, “Yes you can, Heather. Alice and I are right here for you. We won’t let you get hurt…promise!” Heather got herself under control. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, prayed, and pushed off with her toes. The fall seemed to take ages. She felt the air move through her hair. Her mind screamed out in its attempts to save itself from what it thought to be sure injury. Heather knew she was almost to the floor. No one’s going to catch me!!!, she thought desperately. She cried out and squeezed her eyes shut… And fell into the waiting arms of both other girls. They slowly lowered her to the floor into a sitting position and unbound her arms. Lisa looked into Heather’s eyes. “See? I told you we wouldn’t let anything happen to you! Now, we know that you trust us with yourself. You’re still going to be our toy, but you’ve earned enough respect to be more than a ‘slave.’” She smiled. Alice cut in, “Well, Lisa, we’ve put Heather through a good bit today. Let’s give her the reward she deserves!” “Good idea!” Lisa said. “Ready for Round Two? I promise, you’ll enjoy it a lot more than this.” Heather smiled and nodded. Continued in “Close Call” |