For a while Evie cried in her room. Then she called up her friend Michelle and tried to explain what had happened. Her now ex-boyfriend Alex had called and casually, almost completely without emotion in fact, broken up with her.

She couldn't understand it. How could Alex have been so cold to her? She had loved Alex for a while, from the first moment they'd met in fact. It had been at an SCA fencing tournament, when they'd been matched against each other. She liked to tell all her friends that it had been 'love at first thrust.'

"Michelle, how could he do this? After everything we've been through together?" And she truly didn't know. There had been no clue. And they had been through so much. When they'd met he'd been working as a sub while going to college on the GI bill. She'd been busy in her nursing program. Together they'd faced down the obstacles in their path and achieved some of their ambitions. And always they'd faced life's adversities as a team.

When her parents kicked her out for not breaking up with him he'd been there for her. When his parents tried to drown him in a morass of guilt for not doing more to bail them out of the hole they'd dug for themselves she'd been there for him. And now they'd cut themselves off from family entirely, or at least apart from the family of each other and their friends.

"Because he's a guy." Michelle said. "He probably just found someone else. It's what guys do." Michelle had been dumped by guys a little bit more than had been good for her. There was some residual bitterness towards the entire gender. She wasn't working on it.

"But he's a good guy. He's never even cheated on me."

Michelle bit her tongue. She knew for a fact that wasn't entirely true, but internally she pleaded the fifth. Besides they had been drunk and in a different zip code and she'd heard somewhere that didn't count.

"I know baby, but guys change. Even the good ones. Why don't you come over here and I'll console you." Michelle had in fact gone over to the dark side, at least temporarily. And being a raven-haired brunette of statuesque proportions this was a wonderful thing. It's not going to figure into the story at all, at least not for the moment, but you can imagine her lying on black satin sheets in red silky lingerie barely covering her perfect milky white flesh with glimpses of her cleft visible through the sheer fabric. Evie felt a slight dampening herself as she imagined this and other lesbian fantasies she'd had occasionally since her friend had embraced the other side of the force. Then reality smacked her in the face like the pole of a stepped on rake.

"He left me" she wailed into the phone nearly piercing her friends' eardrum. "He just called and said he didn't want to see me anymore and I could keep all of the stuff he'd left over here and that he could never see me again."

"What did he say?" Michelle asked, suddenly much less bitchy.

"He said we were over" Evie wailed again.

"Not that part. The very end."

"He said he could never see me again."

"Interesting."

"Interesting. Interesting. Really. The love of my life says he never wants to see me again and all you have to say is Interesting. You hard hearted bitch!"

"You're always so emotional. Why would he say he couldn't see you again? Not just didn't want to. Or stay out of his life. He said he could never see you again. Like something was preventing him. Or someone. I'd bet some pretty young thing has got him by the balls and doesn't want him seeing anyone else. Maybe one of his pretty teenybopper bitches."

"Students. They're his students. And he wouldn't do that."

"Sure, just like he wouldn't fuck me silly on that road trip to Nevada while you were passed out in the next room."

"What!?"

"Oh shit, did I say that out loud?"

"What?! You fucking bitch!"

Amanda lay back on her bed deliberately ignoring Kim's attempts to get her attention.

"Amanda" she whinged. "I need your help. These are opinion questions. I can't do them for you."

"Why not" asked Amanda tiredly. "Just put down yours."

"Yes Amanda, but then our papers will look exactly alike. And they'll know I'm doing your homework for you."

"But you are doing my homework for me."

"But I don't want them to know that."

"Kim you spend far too much time worrying about what other people think. You'll never get ahead in the world doing that. Honestly I try so hard but you resist all my efforts to help you."

"Amanda I love you, but I like being like me. I don't want to be a boy crazy slut like Jill or a teen princess like Donna. I like reading and doing well in school."

"Someday I think you'll change your mind Kim."

"No way Amanda. Remember Ariel last year. She was all set to go to Yale and suddenly in the middle of her senior year she drops out of Science club and joined the Cheer squad. I don't ever want that to be me. Giving up all my ambitions just to be a popular fuck toy. That's just not me."

"I'm sure Kim. You know what your problem is; you always think sex is about taking power away from the girl. You don't realize what a source of power sex is for women. Guys want it and they need us to get it. And a lot of guys will do anything for a hope of sex. It's sort of sad really. Just a hint of it and guys can become your absolute slave."

"That's horrible. I would never want to be anyone's slave. Ever."

"Don't worry Kim you're way too independent for that. Now would you mind finishing my homework I need to get some rest before Mr. Echs comes over."

"You really think he's going to?"

"Why wouldn't he? He belongs to me now."

"I get shivers when you say things like that. It's so wrong. And hot!"

"I know. I get shivers too. But in a good way. Do you think my breasts are too big Kim?"

"No, they're perfect. I wish I could have breasts like that. But didn't he have a girlfriend. Mr. Echs I mean?"

"Yeah, he had one. But he should have broken up with her by now. That was the first command I gave him."

"How did you hypnotize him so quickly? I mean we were just working on our problems and you were talking to him at his desk. Then wham, you were leaving class early and taking us with you and he was just sitting there dazed while we walked out. It was wild."

"It was easy Kim, I just talked to him casually, you know in that distracting way I have while I toyed with my pendant. Running my finger along it as it dangled between my breasts. Letting it catch the light, letting it catch his eye. You know how distracting it is. Especially when it's dangling between my breasts. You like my breasts don't you Kim."

"Oh yes" Kim said, her lips slightly parted. She was breathing a little heavily too, causing her own breasts to heave just a bit.

"Good Kim. Look at them, watch the pendant dangle between them. So shiny, so pretty, you love to look at. Remember how much you like to watch my pendant. So relaxing. So pretty."

"Pretty" mouthed Kim, her voice barely audible.

"Relax for me Kim. So relaxed. So warm and peaceful, so content. It's so nice to listen to my voice and watch my beautiful pendant, nestled between my beautiful breasts. You'd love to be that pendant wouldn't you Kim. Buried between my breasts. So pretty and helpless. You'd like to be pretty and helpless wouldn't you Kim."

"Helpless" she breathed.

"Sleep Kim" Amanda commanded. Kim's eyes slammed shut.

"You belong to me Kim. Tell me you belong to me."

"I belong" Kim whispered.

"To who?"

"To you."

"And who am I?"

"Mistress."

"Very good Kim" Amanda said. "Exactly right. I'm your mistress and you belong to me. You love belonging to me. It's the most wonderful feeling in the world. You've always belonged to me and you always will."

"Mmmm" Kim moaned contentedly.

"Now on the count of three I want you to wake up and finish my homework quietly. I'll be taking a beauty nap. Then I want you to catch sight of me sleeping and feel a stirring. You'll become so aroused that you have to run home, barely able to refrain from masturbating until you get in your own bedroom. And then I want you to touch yourself, I want you to jam three of your fingers up your tight little cunt and fuck yourself thinking of me. And I want you to do this for hours."

"Hours Kim. Hours of my hot little body, my wonderful soft breasts and how badly you want to bury your head between them. And it's so frustrating because you can't tell me so; you're so afraid I'd hate you and call you a freak. So you can only finger yourself thinking of me, and hang around me doing my homework and errands, just so you can be near me and hear my voice. Hear my voice because it fuels all of your illicit fantasies and fires your shameful urges. Isn't that right Kim?"

"Yes Mistress. Mmmmm. Shameful Urges."

"I want you to gradually awaken. Rising to the surface. Becoming more aware. As I count from 1 to 3 you will become more and more awake. One, gradually awakening, but so aroused. Two, feeling so turned on, very nearly awake. Three, and you're awake."

Kim's eyes snapped open. She felt desire flame between her legs. This shameful desire for Amanda. Who looked so good lying on her bed, her body on display, milky white breasts barely contained in her low cut top. With the beautiful pendant dangling between them. So easy to lose herself in that pendant, between those breasts."

"Kim" Amanda said peremptorily.

Kim snapped her eyes to Amanda's face. Face flushed with guilt, she could barely meet Amanda's eyes.

"Kim, were you checking me out?" Amanda asked, her lips half curved in ironic amusement. "Are you turning into a wicked little lesbian?"

"NO! I mean, no. I'm not. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But really, no, honestly..."

"Easy Kim. This isn't the third Reich for Christ's sake. I don't mind. But please get my homework done while you're checking me out. Oh and don't molest me in my sleep. I want to save myself for Alex."

Blushing furiously, Kim began typing away on the keyboard. God! Amanda was so nervy. She wasn't checking her out. Even if Amanda's legs did go on forever. And she had the most perfect set of boobs. She wasn't even jealous, she just...damn she wanted Amanda. God, her twat throbbed with need. Fuck me, she thought. I need Amanda. I need to get off. Have to finish this homework and double click that mouse tonight. She wondered if Amanda had any toys she could borrow.

'What am I thinking' she thought to herself. This isn't me. I'm not a slut. But then she felt that fire in her pussy again. 'But I'd like to be. I'd love to be Amanda's little slut. Then she could punish me. Spank my little bottom. Or maybe if I were good she'd let me nuzzle my head between her breasts. Feel my face crushed between her creamy white flesh.'

Kim finished her friends' homework in record time. Unable to control herself she literally ran all the way home. Inside her house she barely acknowledged her family's greeting so intent was she upon gaining her room and the privacy she craved. Or the privacy to satisfy her cravings. Unable to wait even till she was naked, she shoved her hand into her skirt, working her hand under her panties and pushing her middle finger inside herself. How ironic that finger means fuck you to everybody else when right now it's fucking me. Mmm. Fuck me finger.

And she thought of Amanda's perfect body. And how she could never let her friend know about these illicit cravings for her. Have to keep it secret and just bask in her presence. Worship her from afar. Because a goddess like Amanda deserved worship. Required it from her little slave-sluts. Slave-sluts like Kimmy. Mmmmm. She stuck two fingers in and felt waves of pleasure flow through her, breaking against her mind. God, she felt an orgasm building. It began with a slow tingle in the bottoms of her feet. It built momentum, sending shivers up her legs. It waxed hotter in her loins, her pussy on fire with the heat of it. Then it traveled up her spine, waxing to a crescendo. Then the whole tsunami power wave of it crashed against her brain and a moaning scream or a screaming moan of white-hot pleasure ripped from her lips.

"Oh, God yes, Goddess, Goddess!!!"

"Are you all right?" Cried up her Mother's voice. Mom knocked on the door and finding it unlocked, opened it. She saw her daughter sprawled on the bed, underneath covers, face flushed scarlet.

"Yes Mom." Kim breathed.

"Oh God sweetie you look terrible. I think you're probably running a fever. Let me feel your forehead."

"It's okay Mom, I'm just feeling a little ill. And I think I was having a nightmare. Did I cry out?"

"Yes you did. Nearly scared the life out of me and your father. It sounded like bloody murder."

"I'm sorry. It was a doozey. Maybe a fever dream or something."

"Would you like to go to a doctor honey?"

"No, Mom, I think the fever maybe just broke. I bet I'll be okay in a few hours or so. Certainly in time to go to school." 'Even if I were sick' Kim thought to herself 'I'd still drag myself to school. Just to be around Amanda. My Goddess.'

"Well okay honey, just get some rest. Maybe you should cut back on the schoolwork for a while. Your father and I are concerned about you."

"It's okay Mom, it's just a bug. But thanks. It's good to know you care."

"You bet sweetie. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Mom"

When her mother closed the door behind her, Kim rushed over and locked it securely. Then she climbed back in bed and kicked off her panties. Like a white cotton moth they fluttered over the back of her chair. Then her fingers surreptitiously made their way inside her, like infantrymen through hostile territory. And she felt her lust stir again. And her mind drifted, gliding on pleasant thoughts of a beautiful crystal pendant nuzzled between two perfect globes of snow-white flesh. Then her thoughts melted as waves of fire engulfed her brain.

Alex meanwhile was trying to reconcile what he'd just done with the rest of his life. It wasn't exactly working out. He'd just broken up with Evie, the love of his life. And the only reason he could think of was that he was tired of pretending she was some student of his. But he didn't remember ever fantasizing she was one of his students. He loved her. Only her. He'd never pretended that she was Amanda.

And then he closed his eyes as that name resounded in his skull. Amanda, of the luscious lips and entrancing eyes. With her perfect, beguiling figure. It all came back to him. How could any mere woman compare to a goddess? And even if he couldn't touch her, he could touch himself and think about her. And wasn't just thinking about a goddess something like prayer. Why would he sully that with contact of an earthly nature?

Besides, somehow he knew it was what his goddess would want. And yet it didn't make any sense. She was just a teenager. Why should he care what she wanted, let alone go rearranging his life for her. It just didn't add up. What did he care what some slip of a girl thought. What Amanda thought.

And again her very name conjured beguiling images and sensations to his mind. For several moments he was helplessly engulfed in her memory, drowned in the remembrance of her hand upon his arm. His will melted away as he recalled crystal blue eyes, bluer than the turquoise depths around Key West. Of course he had to do what Amanda wanted. Her eyes had captured his soul. And almost unaware that he did so, he drove his car over to her address, stopping only to pick up a dozen red roses along the way.

Evie on the other hand was in anything but a pleasantly fugued state.

"Who did what to whom?" she demanded of her friend Michelle.

"Look how about I come over there and we can straighten this out."

"I think you've already straightened one too many things of mine."

"Well he's not yours anymore is he? He's some little twat's now."

"Stop saying that. I don't know why he broke up with me, but it wasn't for some bit of jail bait."

"Are you sure? Maybe instead of interrogating me you should be out looking for him. Or just call him back and see if he's home. Want me to do it? I have three way capability."

"I just bet you do, slut!"

"Why can't you be reasonable about this? I'm trying to help you out."

"Oh I'm sorry. I shouldn't be upset that you fucked my boyfriend."

"I keep telling you, he's not your boyfriend anymore."

"That is SO not comforting."

"How about we focus on finding him." Then both of them listened to the sound of Michelle's phone calling Alex. On the second ring there was silence. Then the third and fourth. Then the machine picked up saying at the sound of the message leave a beep. Neither of them said a word for a while. The sound of the machine turning off buzzed. Michelle cut the connection.

"Satisfied" she asked Evie.

"Just shut up and help me find the little slitch."

"What's a slitch?"

"Part slut, part bitch. Like someone else I know."

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about Evie Skeevie."

Evie was first offended, but then she couldn't help smiling at recollections of her childhood nickname.

Laughing she told Michelle to come over as soon as she could. They had work to do. And a lapsed ex-boyfriend to find.