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The start of this story that includes the ad and teasing in class was taken from a comment by Joe Doe to Ho 4 the Holidays, Pt 2; Blackie Friday that he made in response to my posting the first few paragraphs of my then Christmas Coed story idea. I modified the original to match my intended plot. I want to give credit where credit is due.

Belinda Craig’s POV

It pays to advertise, but I couldn't believe that Taylor had taken out that eye-popping ad in the school newspaper reminding everyone that the Sigma Lambda Tau (SLT) pledges and their big sisters would all be up for sale at the Big D Slave Market’s annual Block Friday Christmas Coed auction the day after Thanksgiving. That full-page ad resembled an old-fashioned Playboy centerfold. It was the talk of campus!

It displayed Taylor head to toe from the rear standing up provocatively posing naked with her back arched just right, her thick raven tresses hanging halfway down her back while pulling down her monogrammed SLT pink lace panties leaving her magnificent derriere on display. It showed off her Sandy Foot credentials with the Big D badge burned onto her left buttock and the SMU Mustang logo on the other while barely keeping her lady bits covered. She was looking over her shoulder with her cobalt blue eyes radiating a sexy come fuck me look with a sexy smirk on her face that teased this is what dreams are made of.

Another part of the coordinated publicity campaign involved selling posters or screensavers of the ad for a fee! They were selling like hotcakes for a donation to the SLT philanthropy project that easily covered the ad cost plus some.

Guys were putting the damn things up on their dorm room walls. I was sitting in a stall in a restroom on campus when I overheard one girl complaining to a friend that she caught her boyfriend masturbating to it. Yuck!

Everyone on campus seemed to know about the auction and wearing the SLT pledge pin after that was an invitation to be catcalled.

“Looking forward to seeing THAT."

"It's one of them. Little sluts!" a nerdy girl hissed.

"It's going to be packed. They're selling tickets to an overflow room."

“It’s only $20.00 for the pay-per-view package on the Slave Channel.”

"I'd tap that if I had the money."

My professors always seemed to find a way to work me and my fellow SLT pledges into the conversation, making a point of singling me out as I squirmed uncomfortably in my chair.

In my Finance class, the professor discussed how the commodities market for slave pussy dipped in December, despite increased demand, because of the "ready supply of college girls willing to put their snappy snappers on the block. Take our classmate Belinda, for example. She's a classic example of a substitute good, whereas a consumer might switch to a cheaper alternative that requires less capital outlay to achieve short-term savings, and, in a sense, screw the markets."

The class laughed, rooting me to my seat as I blushed with embarrassment.

In Accounting the professor explained "For balance sheet purposes, Belinda is considered consigned inventory, and wouldn't be booked as an asset, then the cost of goods sold until the sale is complete. And what a lovely asset it is. Get your tickets, folks. I did."

The lecture hall ate it up, as I died glued to my seat.

My Marketing Professor explained that “Although slave girls were a commodity, by letting all of Belinda's friends, classmates, and Professors attend her auction, The Big D would be able to command a premium price. The bidders won't just be seeing hot slave gash spreading their butt cheeks. They'll be looking at the asshole of that cute little thing in the pink shirt in the second row, who's trying to take notes right now and pretend we're not all looking at her, imagining her doing her squats on the auction block."

Once again the class enjoyed a laugh at my expense as I ignored the jibe sitting as still as a statue in my seat and took it. When the professor moved on, the four cute Tri Delta sluts sitting behind me continued to torment me.

“I’m imagining the slut gagging while slave tipping a nasty old wrangler,” snickered one just loud enough for me and her friends to hear.

“I’m envisioning an ad in the school paper with that tramp proudly displaying her slimy prize on her outstretched tongue, while she eagerly waits to swallow a mouthful of splooge,” snarkily added her accomplice.

“With a strand of jism hanging off her chin,” quipped a third, like she’d been there herself.

The three bullies just giggled at my discomfort while the professor droned on. From their looks, they’d likely graded Choice or Choice Plus, maybe Prime Minus on a good day for the status only, not needing student loans with their wealthy parents footing the bill for school. The one exception was Kristy, who was noticeably quiet. She was clearly Prime material, the busty blonde cheerleader blushing uncomfortably wasn’t wearing designer clothes like her friends. Her silence indicated her likely future hitting the block with me but she definitely wasn’t advertising it. What girl would?

I wasn’t alone sitting next to my pledge sister Becca in Psychology when our professor got into the act, discussing, “How the mob mentality of slave markets frees both the buyers and the girls to behave in ways that would be unacceptable on campus but are perfectly normal in a slave market. Similarly, the University's carve-out exception allowing the discussion of female slavery in an academic context permits us to reclassify Belinda and Rebecca for educational purposes as what they will be on Block Friday, gash-for-cash."

I died once more blushing with embarrassment, stuck in my seat unable to leave.

The references to my highly anticipated upcoming performance were not limited to the classroom, as smiles from the boys and sneers from jealous girls followed me around campus. Sometimes, it got so bad I wondered why I even wore my pledge pin every day, given the stares and rude comments the Scarlett Letters provoked. Wednesdays were the worst when as pledges we all wore our hump day black chokers with the shiny “SLT” letters hanging like a dog tag.

Some of my sisters had given up eating dinners, trying to get themselves fit and trim for the block. I knew that the other girls were experiencing the same harassment I was because as soon as class was over the entire house was abuzz with the soft hum of vibrators and female self-pleasure. Sometimes the girls pleasured each other, anticipating that they'd better get in some practice in case some wealthy perv bought two of them.

I always thought Taylor was pretty, although we weren't close. She was my big sister Katrin’s roommate, and as a freshman, the two of them had been slave graded and sold as a Christmas Coed two years ago during the Block Friday auction. I had noticed Taylor staring at my ass in the showers, and a few times, she had teasingly remarked that “I was Charlene’s only real competition on the block." I sought her advice after numerous suggestions that I needed to “visit” her some evening when Katrin was away. Now only weeks away from the big auction, the hints had become more frequent and fuller of sexual innuendo, and then that damn ad hit, compelling me to act.

Putting my ear to Taylor’s door I listened to the soft buzz and her moans before hesitantly knocking. There was a pause, and a minute later, when Taylor answered wearing her fluffy pink robe, it was as if nothing at all was up.

I bit my lip before shyly saying, "Taylor, I heard sometimes, even on the block, they'll make the girls perform... together. I've never like... well, I kissed a girl in High School once, French kissed her, but we were both drunk, and..."

Taylor smiled and with a gentle, yet firm hand guided me into her room and closed the door behind us.

Tonight was the night; my heart fluttered in anticipation when, with an audible “click,” Taylor locked the door behind me, ensuring we wouldn’t be interrupted. She had a hunger in her eyes that I found a little unnerving while at the same time, I felt a restless energy coiled, tightening in my lower belly, a warmth fueled by what she might do to me behind locked doors to sate her appetite.

Smiling seductively, Taylor whispered, “Let’s start with a kiss.”

Taking charge, Taylor ran her fingers through my hair with one hand while pulling me to her with a hand on my back as her pink robe fell open revealing her naked body. Instinctively I turned my head up as she leaned down, kissing me softly as the tip of her tongue fluttered over my lips. Taylor confidently slid her hand down my lower back to my ass where she massaged my buttocks like she owned them. At the same time, her tongue forced its way between my lips exploring my mouth as our tongues became entwined. I kissed her back; I did it with hunger, eagerly, greedily, tongue and all not wanting it to ever end. Strangely, I felt a strong thrill being treated like I was hers to do with as she pleased as I succumbed to the more experienced woman.

Consumed by Taylor’s kiss I didn’t notice her hand under my t-shirt until I felt the clasp to my favorite pink lace bra unhooked. Yeah, I wore my sexiest bra and panty set for her but in her current fervor, I didn’t think she would notice. Taylor slipped her hands down under my shorts and panties, pushing them down to mid-thigh and leaving my ass and pussy exposed. I was so horny I started rubbing my engorged clitoris into her muscular thigh. She pushed back with her leg just like she was a guy while aggressively massaging my buttocks in her strong hands as I rode her leg. In no time her thigh was slick with my fluids advertising my need.

I was humping Taylor’s muscular leg like a bitch in heat when she broke the kiss, stepping back and pulling my t-shirt over my head somehow taking my prized bra with it. Nonchalantly she dropped them onto the floor, leaving me standing with my shorts and best pink lace panties awkwardly bunched around my knees. Impatiently she pointed to my shorts while shrugging her powerful shoulders, letting her robe fall to the floor leaving her standing in her naked glory before my roving eyes.

Taylor’s body was magnificent! It was everything I imagined when I watched her play basketball for SMU. The 5’11” raven-haired beauty had an athletic yet feminine physique with a pair of firm B-cup boobies capped with rock-hard nipples. In high school I’d always been nervous, in a somewhat hot and bothered way, changing in the locker room around the bigger stronger athletic girls on the soccer, volleyball, or basketball teams that towered over my diminutive 5’2” frame. Being in Taylor’s presence was no different. Staring up into her magnificent cobalt blue eyes I froze like a deer in the headlights.

With an expression on her face that left nothing to the imagination she cocked an eyebrow asking in her husky voice, “Well?”

Taylor’s commanding aura had me feeling like I was under her spell compelled to obey. “Yes, Mistress,” I meekly responded, quickly shedding my remaining clothing, and falling to my knees in the traditional position of an obedient sex slave. My knees spread wide apart putting my wet kitty on display, hands palm up resting on my knees, back arched, titties jutting out while gazing at the ground before me. Why had I chosen this option instead of moving into her arms for a kiss like a more traditional lover?

I found myself staring longingly at Taylor’s beautiful feet while waiting for Taylor to decide how we would proceed. Her toenails were all perfectly coated with a sexy red polish like she knew I would be visiting tonight. I felt the overwhelming urge to lean forward and kiss her feet to demonstrate my submission. Suddenly, strong fingers gripped my head by the hair pulling it back; forcing me to look up at the Amazon towering above me.

With an approving smile on her face Taylor’s eyes bore into me with a fiery passion as she advised, “I am in complete control tonight. Now look at my pussy, … slave girl.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, using that term just seemed natural as I stared into her hairless slave smooth mons. Her inner lips coated in dew were exposed along the entire length of her outer lips like a flower bud about to bloom. I could smell her arousal. Her lips were right there, glistening with moisture, begging to be kissed.

While pulling my face towards her sopping wet pussy in a voice dripping with need, she instructed, “Taste me.”

I kissed her on her moist lips, very hesitant at first. A tremor shook her body when she felt my lips on her skin. I kissed again around the sides of her pussy, on her outer lips, and then back to the inner lips, teasing them apart with my tongue tentatively exploring the weeping folds quickly becoming overwhelmed with the taste of sex.

Taylor’s sex.

My taste buds came alive taking in her tart flavor with a hint of sweetness. Finding that I liked the taste I became more adventurous, hungrily licking her sopping wet labia before burrowing my tongue enthusiastically deep into her vagina as far as my tongue would go, driving it in and out. Oh my God, I was tongue fucking her hole!

My inexperience must have shown, or Taylor had other plans for me. With a feral moan, Taylor gripped my head firmly with both hands and lustfully rubbed her leaking lady bits all over my face. All I could do was passively stick my tongue out as she coated my face with her feminine fluids much like an animal marking her territory until she shuddered, rubbing her large clitty on my outstretched tongue as a gush of her fluids coated my chin.

Releasing my head with a satisfied sigh, she stepped back. Licking my lips, I averted my gaze down to her feet once more longing to kiss them. What had gotten into me?

“Belinda, look up at me.”

“Yes, Taylor,” I replied, returning to the slave kneel position and gazing longingly up at this magnificent woman who had become so much more in a mere matter of moments.

With a mischievous twinkle in her stunning blue eyes, she asked, “Didn’t you mean yes, Mistress?”

Correcting my misstep, I quickly replied, “Yes, Mistress,” cementing in place the changed status of our relationship.

“Let me pull out some toys that will make this more interesting,” quipped Taylor, eagerly she began rummaging through her nightstand leaving me kneeling in the middle of her room, my face a mess and my pussy tingling out of control.

My eyes popped out when she produced a red ball gag and threw it onto her queen-size bed as she giggled sweetly, “Just in case you get too loud.”

That was followed by a butterfly vibe, a leather training collar, matching leather wrist, and ankle cuffs, a butt plug that looked huge to my inexperienced eyes, a long piece of rope, a blindfold, a large realistic looking black strap-on penis with a harness, and a smaller, more manageable 5–6-inch pink dildo with no harness. Both dildos had large vaginal plugs and clitoral pads for the wearer. Damn, the only toy I had was a butterfly vibe, so the sight of her vast treasure trove left me feeling inadequate. Seeing all those sex toys I wondered what I had gotten myself into as my pussy throbbed out of control at the possibilities. I had never been so wet before.

While rummaging in her closet, Taylor teased in a playful tone, “I saw you checking me out in the showers. Did you like what you saw?”

I’d been caught, thinking I had been more discreet. I often admired the bodies of athletic women like Taylor and my roommate Kelsey, wishing my body was more like theirs. Taylor turned, holding a riding crop with a significantly bigger than normal wooden handle and an almost yard-long metal pole with a large collar-like loop in the middle that stuck out opposite sides with smaller loops at the end. What the hell was that thing?

“Well?” she asked, in a tone that indicated a confession on my part would be forthcoming.

Blushing, at the same time I felt my lady bits throbbing even more, I answered, “I’ve always wanted a different body, more like yours and the other girls that are good at sports. I was always too short to compete while growing up, participating in gymnastics and cheer instead where my small stature is an advantage. At SMU this Fall some of the bigger girls on the teams propositioned me in the locker room with some rather nasty things, promising to rock my world turning me into their cheer pet.”

“Collar,” ordered Taylor, opening the big metal loop while positioning it behind my neck.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, assuming the correct position holding my hair out of the way.

“This is a lightweight steel neck-to-wrist restraint, with wrist cuffs on each end and a collar in the middle. It keeps the arms raised to the sides away from your body giving me unfettered access. It locks with three stainless steel Allen screws, and you need an Allen key to remove it,” explained Taylor, securing the cool metal collar around my neck.

It closed with a loud click that sent a shudder down my spine.

While screwing the bolt in place, Taylor advised, “I heard Marta bragging in the locker room the other day claiming that you were hot for her body leering at her in the showers. She has big plans for you, like turning you into her cheer pet. Tawana also expressed interest, but Marta has claimed you, so Tawana backed off claiming dibs on Becca instead.”

Becca was another pledge and cheerleader while Marta was the beefy masculine catcher on the softball team who sported a crew cut and always seemed to be in the showers at the same time as the cheer team after our practice. She even offered to wash my back once, insinuating much more. Yeah, I turned down that offer even if I was blushing and stuttering.

Tawana was the 6’4” starting power forward on the varsity basketball team that already had a cute little freshman on the gymnastics team washing her back. Both women were butch interested in adding femme lesbians or straight girls they could turn out into their personal harems.

Disgusted at the thought, I replied, “I’m not interested in being some dyke’s sexual plaything, and neither is Becca. Can you believe Tawana told Becca that she had an 8” strap-on that stays hard all night long.”

Taylor stared intently into my eyes, quietly chuckling, “But you’re gonna be my plaything tonight, my obedient little cheer pet. I have two strap-ons that stay hard all night.”

I slowly nodded my agreement; Taylor had a point there although this was different, I felt safe with her, and she was not butch and regularly dated men. Taking my right hand, she placed it in the wrist cuff securing it with another audible click further fueling my arousal. My kitty was tingling like nothing I had ever experienced before.

“After catching you checking me out, I hoped your curiosity would get the best of you. I’m glad you finally asked for my help,” added Taylor, securing the bolt in place.

Self-conscious of my bondage, I whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

With a hint of what was to come in her voice, Taylor continued, “Don’t worry about Katrin interrupting us, she will be out this evening, so we have the room to ourselves.” Pausing before adding with emphasis, “All … night … long.”

When the last cuff closed with an audible click around my other wrist, the overwhelming feeling of helplessness turned my pussy into a churning pit of magma ready to erupt. I was trying to wrap my head around why I was responding this way.

“Did you know our parents were pledge sisters?” asked Taylor.

Surprised at the revelation, I answered, “No, Mistress. I had no idea.”

While fixing the Allen screw in place, Taylor explained, “Well, they were. Junior year your mom saved mine after she failed a test. Your mother brazenly approached the professor offering her ass for an “A” for my mother. After opening negotiations with a complimentary blowjob, he insisted that she entertain him and his poker buddies during their regular Thursday night game that week at a friend’s house. The way I heard it, your outgoing mom had more fun than the professor and his buddies that night. The strange thing is that according to Mom, your mother was a tad frigid when she joined the sorority just like you. Getting graded at the Big D and sold as a Christmas Coed changed all that. She was a wild thing when she returned from Christmas break.”

Tyler started rummaging in her closet looking for something while leaving me naked on my knees locked up in this contraption. This gave me a moment for contemplation. I was stunned, my arousal level was out of control making it difficult to wrap my head around my prim and proper mother acting like a three-hole whore during college.

I suspected there was so much more to my mother than she let on. After I graduated from high school, we had a long talk during which she revealed that she was a consort graduating from Broadstone, and my father’s slave before he married her. She literally showed up on his doorstep in a poodle cage as a present from his parents meeting him for the first time looking up at him through the cage when he opened the door. Mama would giggle it was love—or at least lust-- at first sight. That wasn’t the story they told us about how they met when I was growing up. This was after my parents insisted that I attend SMU instead of Cornell. Then this Fall Mama marched me into the SLT house and had me sign the contract, becoming a pledge in her old sorority which turned out to be unlike any of the other sororities on campus.

Bringing me back to the present, Taylor returned with a short chain leash that she attached to a loop in the front of the collar, letting the heavy chain links fall between my breasts with the leather handle resting against my firm stomach. That cold metal felt strangely erotic rubbing between my titties that only added fuel to the seeping firestorm between my legs.

“Now let’s get you into a position bent over on the bed,” advised Taylor, helping me to my feet.

I looked up at her with worried eyes, biting my lip, not sure how to proceed, I finally blurted out, “Everyone on campus is talking about me like I’m some sort of whore. The guys openly undress me with their eyes, some girls even call me a slut to my face, and even the professors are getting in on it. Two Kappa’s even teased me about my slave breeze, telling the boys that SLTs don’t wear panties. One guy even offered to check. I wear panties!”

Interrupting me Taylor teased, “Maybe you should try going commando sometime. The air on my pussy feels wonderful while fueling my exhibitionist streak. I’ll let you in on a little secret; I like flashing unsuspecting guys when I’m wearing skirts. Especially older men.”

Not amused by Taylor’s antics I continued with my rant, “This week in my accounting class Professor Williams, a woman by the way, referred to me as “consigned inventory” until I was sold, only then becoming an ‘asset’ for balance sheet purposes.”

Taylor scoffed, “You’re letting those losers get to you? At football games, you regularly get all sorts of crude comments from the over-sexed young men and dirty old perverts who openly leer at you, imagining what’s hidden under your bottoms when you put your crotch on display pulling off those moves with your foot over your head while being held up in the air. I’ve seen it. This is no different. How many obnoxious guys in high school claimed you put out for them or were dating them when you weren’t?”

I nodded; she had a point. In high school, I’d heard some football players bragging to the other team about which cheerleaders they’d “banged”. None of it was true. Then there was Julian Bennet, who had a crush on me in high school. Someone told him I wanted to go to prom with him so in front of an audience at school he publicly asked me only to be shot down big time. I had a reputation to maintain after all. Like I’d ever be interested in that large overweight zit-faced loser. Yuck! But this was different in one big way.

“But I’ll be naked!” I squealed, blushing furiously at the thought before remembering to add, “Mistress.”

“So what? We’ll all be naked!” countered Taylor, seemingly mystified that that was an issue for me. Changing the topic she asked, “Aren’t you taking a class with Professor Adkins this semester? Intro to Slave Psychology?”

Rolling my eyes, I gushed, “No Mistress, that’s next semester; I have Psychology 101 with him this semester. He’s the worst of them all after you put out that ad yesterday, pointing out Becca and me in class as two pieces of slave tail that he’s looking forward to seeing bent over his branding bench. Then one of the guys asked if he’d make us slave-gasm humping the handle. Is that a thing?”

Taylor giggled, “It is, I’ve done it, more than once. Have you read Professor Atkins' book The Kiss of the Branding Iron yet?”

With my curiosity piqued, I replied, “No Mistress, but it’s required reading next semester. You did it more than once?”

Taylor had a faraway look in her eyes, she paused licking her lips before dreamingly answering, “The first time was my grading for the Christmas auction Freshman year when I became a Sandy Foot Girl. For me, that orgasm humping the handle was more intense than my block-gasm. For most girls, it’s the other way around.

It has become my masturbation fantasy ever since. I had it so bad I volunteered for one of Professor Adkin’s fundraising branding exhibitions for SMU donors. In front of hundreds of wealthy men and women in the Moody Hall auditorium, Professor Adkins had me frantically humping the branding iron handle in a slave heat to massive orgasms before and after getting the SMU Mustang burned into my right buttock. Check it out. Isn’t it awesome?”

To say I was shocked was an understatement. The idea of volunteering to put on a show like that was alien to me. I mean, this was an intelligent strong-willed woman standing before me.

Taylor turned around giving me an up-close view of the stunning Big D and SMU Mustang logos burned into her magnificent derriere. If everything went right, I would be getting the Big D logo burned into my left buttock in a matter of weeks. It was freaking me out, even if my pussy was betraying me. Oh, my lord, it felt like an overheated geyser about to erupt.

I gasped, squeaking, “How could you? That’s humiliating.”

Turning back around Taylor looked at me with fiery eyes, admonishing, “That’s humiliating Mistress. Let’s get back into role here.”

Chastised, I meekly replied, “Yes, Mistress.”

Grinning down at me, Taylor continued, “That’s nothing. I talked Katrin and Isabella into doing it with me and afterward, a dozen of the donors wanted to meet us. Merle gave them lessons on how to use the handle on us. We were so horny humping that handle we sucked them off, while they practiced on us.”

I’m sure that was a sight to behold. Katrin was an exchange student from Iceland with traditional Nordic features; a tall beautiful blue-eyed blonde while Isabella was a stunning raven-haired Latina. Both with long legs and curves in all the right places attracted boys like bears to honey. I couldn’t imagine three better test subjects for this demonstration. Unable to drop it, I challenged her.

“But Mistress, that’s degrading, how could you, let them treat you like a mindless pleasure slut? A cock sucking whore?”

Grinning, Taylor patted me on the head like a naïve child or a pet, chuckling, “Oh my silly slave girl, all I got was an opportunity to strut around in public naked, a free custom Adkins Mustang brand, and lots of orgasms. We sure raised a lot of money for the SMU endowment that evening.”

What?” I gasped in shock, trying to wrap my head around all this before catching myself. “I mean, Mistress?”

“Oh yeah, there were even some women involved. One married couple took turns using the handle on me while I serviced their spouse. Merle announced that if they wanted a week with any of us all to themselves, we’d be auctioned off as Christmas Coeds this year. The wife whispered in my ear asking if I’d ever pegged a man before and I let her know that I had. She and her husband will likely bid on me for this year along with a couple of others that we serviced. I’m hoping for a bidding war. Some of these donors put up part of the over $200,000,000 to fund the football team getting admitted to the Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC). What’s a couple of six-figure bids to these boosters for sexy SLTs with the SMU Mustang logos burned into their cute tushies.”

Stunned, I tried changing the subject, “Mistress, then Professor Adkins assigned the class an extra credit research paper on how wearing the collar frees slaves to behave sexually in ways that are unacceptable in a free society. He even invited us to describe our experiences to the class, commenting that he looked forward to introducing us to his branding iron.”

“Take him up on his offer, pledge,” replied Taylor, with an intensity that stunned me. “Now let’s get you onto the bed and I’ll help you understand why slavery is sexual freedom for a young woman such as yourself.”

Taylor helped me onto the spacious queen-size bed shared by her and Katrin; at least when Katrin wasn’t out with one of her current boyfriends. She seemed to have a lot of them. All the bedrooms in the house were doubles, roommates had a choice between sharing a queen or two twins. Kelsey had suggested a queen, but I insisted on two twins. I mean, what would people think?

It was hard maneuvering with my arms secured in the metal manacle but in no time Taylor had me on the bed, kneeling face down with my breasts flush against the sheets, feet hanging off the side, ass high in the air, and my leaking pussy on lewd display.

“Spread your legs wider, arch your back, and make your lady bits more accessible,” ordered Mistress Taylor, delivering two stinging slaps to the insides of my thighs with the riding crop for emphasis.

Squealing, I hurriedly complied, arching my back even more, and spreading my legs further apart, gasping as I ground my sensitive nipples into the sheets sending shivers of pleasure straight to my sopping wet pussy. How was I this wet; I didn’t recall ever being this aroused before as a small rivulet of my fluids ran down my inner thigh. I could only imagine what I looked like right now, aroused as I was. I felt like an out-of-control slut. What would Kelsey think If she could see me now?

I felt her hand gently rubbing my rump as she spoke, “Belinda, you have one of the best block routines I’ve ever seen with all those challenging cheerleader moves. I cannot do half the stuff you pull off.”

Taylor slowly ran her hand down my back until it was right between my shoulder blades gently pushing down and grinding my breasts into the mattress stimulating my oversensitive nipples. I moaned, almost panting with arousal.

“Your rack is magnificent; you have a lovely face and a tight little body with a firm ass,” spanking my right butt cheek with her hand for emphasis eliciting more squeals, … and moans as the sting from the slap somehow fueled my arousal.

“But you always practice your block routine clothed, rarely wear a training collar, never diddling yourself or climaxing during your routine. You completely lack any slave heat. If you were slave graded today, you would only rate Choice or Choice Plus which isn’t good enough for an SLT. You’re holding back. Why?” asked Taylor, her tone indicated that she already had the answer.

“Mistress, people keep calling us sluts. I’m no slut,” I whined, without realizing my current predicament might contradict my claim of sexual purity.

“I’m not a slut either, none of our pledges are sluts, … well maybe Charlene is,” giggled Taylor before turning serious. “SLTs are sexually adventurous, even aggressive at times. We have a healthy sexual appetite; enjoy sex, study it, learn how to do it better, embracing it in the process. This is the SLT way, it’s our brand, our identity and every one of us proudly owns it. You will too one day.”

“But they’re making crude comments about me and the Christmas auction. Things they want to do with me. The girls are the worst,” I persisted, sounding whiny, unwilling to give up that easily.

“They’re jealous of us. Membership in SLT comes with a certain mystique. We pull it off, own it, flaunt it, and throw it in their faces. We have an image to uphold. Most of us are slave graded Prime making every girl who rates Choice or Select jealous, so they put us down because they cannot be us. We’re doing it for charity, and they sell themselves as summer sluts, Christmas Coeds, or work as Collared Coeds during the school year to pay off debts or earn money for tuition. SLTs usually have a good time wearing the collar while the others are often not so fortunate.

“But Mistress,” I interrupted before Taylor cut me off, running her hand back up to my ass, languidly massaging my buttocks while she spoke.

“You need to read the foreword in Professor Adkin’s book, it was written by billionaire hedge fund manager Anne Powers, describing her experience emitting a champagne shower into the sand during her block-gasm when she became a Sandy Foot Girl. After rolling in the sand of the auction block, she was secured in the Professor’s branding bench where he burned the Big D logo into her ass. Ms. Powers highlighted in vivid detail her experience humping the branding iron and the astounding climaxes that followed. She discovered that for her the fear, vulnerability, embarrassment, and humiliation she felt while a slave was a powerful aphrodisiac. When her time at the Big D became public knowledge she incorporated her elite Sandy Foot Girl status into her national brand, embracing the sensualness in a way that added to her mystique increasing her marketability. She’s thrived ever since as one of the world’s wealthiest self-made billionaires; with her affluence and status, she’s untouchable.”

I was caught in some weird internal struggle. My intellect was questioning my decision to join the SLT sorority which required me to humiliate myself by voluntarily stripping naked, getting slave graded and branded, and then willingly making myself available for sale as someone’s sex toy a minimum of four times. If I somehow were selected as Miss North Pole, I would never be home for Christmas during my college years. Like that would ever happen. My overheated body was rebelling, sending a much different message negating my ability for rational thought as I craved sexual release.

Taylor had briefly paused, giving me a moment to think before giggling, “By the way Miss Power’s description is awesome masturbation material.”

The sheer depravity of my situation struck me when I felt the leather tongue of the riding crop rubbing the wet folds of my pussy as Taylor confidently continued her lecture, “Look, we have successful alumni in many professions that are FINO slaves to their husbands. Embracing that role like your mom does because it works for them. Several of our alumnae have husbands who are their FINO slaves. Much like Anne Powers is untouchable, so are you on this campus when you become an SLT embracing all it encompasses.”

I moaned, half hearing her as I pushed back trying to increase the stimulation just like I had always imagined a horny pleasure slut on Horny Juice would act. Locked in this metal contraption I was helpless, vulnerable in a way I had never experienced, and I couldn’t touch myself making me reliant on Taylor for any satisfaction. My sexual arousal was off the charts; that damned leather tongue felt so good. I had an epiphany realizing that I wanted to surrender, needing to be Taylor’s slave tonight and all that it entailed. What would she make me do next? A shudder of fear of being discovered in this compromising position ran down my spine while my imagination ran wild.

“Bringing out your slave heat tonight will help. For a woman, the mind is the most important sex organ making mental stimulation extremely important. Most women fantasize about becoming sex slaves, wondering what it would be like to lose control while being stripped naked and forced to publicly sexually serve another. For these women and I think for you, fear, embarrassment, and humiliation are an aphrodisiac. That’s why I’m treating you like a slave tonight. You started us down that road by falling to your knees and calling me Mistress. Look at you now with pussy drizzle leaking down your thighs, humping the leather tongue of my riding crop just like a mindless pleasure slut. Willing to do just about anything to get off.”

Taylor was right! I only had one recourse pinned face down on the mattress with my hands trapped in the metal yoke.

“Please Mistress, I am your slave, use me for your pleasure,” I moaned feebly, feeling comfortable in this new role, not sure what else to say as she manipulated my labia with that damn riding crop, coating it with my fluids before sliding it up to my anus which she then started to massage using a deliberate circular motion. Oh Lord, that felt divine. Nobody had ever touched me there like this; … it was so decadently delicious.

“For me, anal orgasms can be more intense. Did you know that there are more nerve endings in your anus than in your vagina? Well, there are. When you’re wearing the collar the sensation of being completely occupied and controlled by a master when taking it up the ass is heavenly. By the end of this school year, you’ll learn to relish submitting to a good anal shafting. With the proper training, you will better understand how your body performs,” confidently confided Taylor.

“Yes Mistress, please help me,” I squeaked, overcome by my arousal as I tried begging for relief but all that escaped were some weird grunts and groans. I resorted to wiggling my ass trying to entice Taylor to action, and it worked; just not in the way I expected.

“Smack!”

“Aahh! Ow! Owie!” I squealed piercingly, as she laid a barrage of 4-6 quick blows to my exposed derriere, when she was done whipping my ass I whined, “That hurt! …. Mistress.”

“I’m just reminding you that I’m in complete control tonight. You will submit to me, slave girl, or be punished.” Taylor tartly explained, cementing my new station in place. “You may have a few welts in the morning to remind you of your new status with me.”

Putting down the riding crop she started massaging my ass right where she had struck me, somehow rubbing away the pain until it began feeling good, really good. What would Kelsey think when she saw the welts? Or Marta and Tawana in the locker room showers? How embarrassing. I groaned in frustration, the thought of Kelsey witnessing my submission further fueled my arousal. What is wrong with me?

Taylor continued, “Did you know there is a correlation between pain and pleasure? Pain applied correctly can enhance pleasure. Doesn’t that feel good now?”

What Taylor was doing with her hands didn’t just feel good, it felt divine leaving me babbling, “Yes, Mistress. Don’t stop. Please ….”

Taylor did stop, however, leaving me wanting while she rummaged in her bedside table then quickly returned with something in her hand. I’m sure my eyes bulged out in shock when she brought it before my face. It was an authentic hard rubber slave bite gag with teeth marks in it. She wasn’t going to use that on me, was she?

In a playful tone Taylor ordered, “Open your mouth slave, I’m gagging you so that you don’t disturb the neighbors when I whip you again. This is the bite gag Professor Atkins used on me when he burned the Mustang logo into my ass. I asked him for it as a souvenir. Sometimes I chew on it while pleasuring myself with the handle.”

Obediently, without hesitation, I raised my head and opened my mouth. Taylor fixed the piece of hard rubber into my mouth before securing it in place. Thankfully she moved my hair out of the way before buckling the straps together across the back of my head. Running my tongue along the bottom I could feel indentations from the women before me who had bitten into it during their branding.

“Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack.”

Taylor fiercely whipped me four more times, leaving me squealing into the bite gag. Immediately afterwards she massaged away the pain with her hands. The warmth from the strikes flowed through my body like small ripples stoking my arousal. I had never associated pain with sexual pleasure to the point that I sought the pain to enhance my pleasure. Taylor had gotten into my head. Now I was torn, part of me wanted her to whip me again so that I could once more feel the soothing effect of her hands afterward.

“The Big D Slave Market will affect you in ways you never imagined. The whole process from the moment you enter through the front door until you are sold plays upon your fears, helplessness, and humiliation that come with your status as a slave for sale. It is designed to spike your slave heat, turning you into a wanton slut in the process,” Taylor explained as I felt her breath on my ass as she talked.

Taylor’s warm breath on my privates had me biting down on the gag in frustration at the lack of any additional stimulation. I’m sure she could see my excitement running down my thighs; I could sure feel it. I had never been this aroused before; needing Taylor to touch me, lick me, even fuck me with that damn handle. Then it happened; a warm wet tongue confidently licked me through the folds of my weeping vagina up to my anus where it lingered, exploring my rosebud, sending jolts of pleasure to my core while leaving me moaning face down on the mattress.

Giggling she kissed my right buttock before standing and grabbing the riding crop from the bed.

“It’s time to make you hump the handle. This is the handle from the branding iron Professor Adkins used on me. I asked to have it as a memento and turned it into a riding crop. I lost track of how many times I’ve cum all over this handle reliving that night. I wonder how many other women slave-gasmed all over it before me,” Taylor announced as she rubbed the wooden handle along the length of my drippy slit, expertly spinning the handle while doing so coating it with my overabundant girl goo.

Taylor had a real way with the branding iron handle rubbing, massaging my labia with the smooth wooden handle working her way to my clitty but never quite getting there. It was like she knew my body better than I did as I moaned in pleasure. In no time at all she had me panting in need as I felt a massive orgasm building up from deep within me.

“Remember that aptitude test you took as part of your application, and the interview with Dr. Allen?” Taylor asked, finding the entrance to my vagina, teasing it by making small circular motions with the tip of the handle.

It seemed like a weird time to bring that up. I never understood the results, but Mama had seemed pleased when she reviewed them. Gagged as I was, I could only nod my head and grunt in response in between moans as Taylor massaged my tingling pussy with that damned handle; I mean magic wand. I couldn’t believe a wooden handle could feel that good.

In a confident voice Taylor continued while slowly burrowing that handle into the depths of my womb, “Belinda, your test results identified you as a submissive which means that you enjoy being sexually controlled by a strong man, or woman. You find pleasure in serving your sexual partner. For you the vulnerability while being tied up, gagged, and spanked; being dominated is often more stimulating than the physical sensations you feel during the actual sex. That’s why I restrained and gagged you rendering you helpless to resist.”

Now she was slowly stroking that handle in and out of my pussy as I clenched down for added stimulation. She was fucking me with a branding iron handle just like Professor Adkins would be doing in a mere matter of weeks. He was an authority figure, oh hell, he was a perfect example of the older confident masculinity that I found so hot. I often imagined some of my friend’s fathers or my father’s friends, all powerful men in their own right, dominating me in my masturbation fantasies. Would my future owner be like them? I could only hope.

“When you are owned by a wealthy and successful man, he will regularly fuck your tight wet willing teenage slave hole like he owns it. Because he does own it. Stroking in and out just like this handle. I can feel your pussy clenching down on it seeking added stimulation. These powerful men get off making their hot little coed’s climax around their hard cocks. The cooing sounds of an excited coed getting plowed are music to their ears. It is a real ego aid, a testament to their virility when they feel your hot little pussy spasming in an orgasm on their hard shafts while you moan and cry out in pleasure.”

Taylor slightly altered the angle of her strokes with stunning results. My eyes popped open when she hit a special spot that I didn’t know existed but felt wonderful. I was suddenly panting with need as I felt my orgasm building towards a crescendo.

In a knowing tone, Taylor explained, “That’s your G spot. Feels good, doesn’t it? These experienced older men will know how to stimulate your G-spot with their hard cocks when you give yourself to them. Have you ever fantasized about sex with one of your father’s friends or girlfriend’s fathers? Better yet, being his helpless naked collared slave girl submitting to him as he uses your body for his pleasure?”

“How did she know my best masturbation fantasies?” I thought. It was like she could read my mind. Was I that transparent? Oh God, I’m a slut at heart. I’m a total slut; suddenly needing to be dominated, and owned!

Taylor had me on the edge rubbing my distended nubbin with the handle while her other hand gently massaged my back and exposed buttocks.

Taylor cooed into my ear, “I want you to imagine you’re draped over the Big D branding bench right now; your slave heat taking over as you desperately hump the branding handle trying to get off, all while waiting to have your tight little ass fried, to permanently mark you as a submissive little bitch.”

There was something oddly erotic about humping the handle of the branding iron as I imagined myself draped over the branding bench with Professor Adkins about to burn the coveted Big D badge into my ass. Maybe he’d make me give him a slave tip first. I licked the gag, imagining it was his hard shaft in my mouth. Better yet, maybe he’d fuck me while I was tied down on the branding bench. I’d heard from the older girls that things like that happened daily at the Big D Slave Market.

Taylor pulled away the handle and rammed it home followed by quick, deep strokes in my birth canal that all perfectly stimulated my G spot as she continued teasing me in her husky voice.

“There’s an audience in the gallery watching you lost in your deep slave haze getting reamed by the handle and trying to hump back, but you’re secured to the branding bench unable to move just taking it. Stroke after stroke after stroke into your overheated cunt you’re desperately clenching down on the handle for added stimulation; drooling around the bite gag onto the ground, panting and trying to catch your breath before your insides explode.”

Moaning into the gag I could feel myself drooling, unable to help myself while humping back for all I was worth like the needy little slut I had in some way been transformed into. Somehow each stroke caught me just right and I was getting closer to a very explosive climax. I wanted to rub myself but restrained as I was, all I could do was moan pitifully into the gag hoping Taylor would make me cum soon.

“Professor Adkins is churning your Prime pussy into an inferno about to erupt. You used to be a proper lady, debutante, straight-A student, and a respected member of the SMU cheer team. Now you’ve been reduced to a feral sex-crazed animal whose sole purpose in life has been reduced to one moment in time; a single orgasm, the next one, nothing else matters to you now. How humiliating. What would your high school friends think if they saw you? Everyone is watching you debase yourself for an orgasm forgetting that you are about to be branded,” seductively purred Taylor.

“Please, please, …,” I pitifully moaned into the bite gag.

The handle pulled out of my quivering hole, and I felt a burning explosion of agony on my left buttock from the bite from the leather tongue of the riding crop. The blow sent a wave of aching straight to my clitoris. The next thing I felt was that wooden handle expertly massaging my engorged clitoris. I exploded, my body convulsing, erupting all over the handle drenching it with my fluids as I rode out a most exquisite climax. Once more that handle expertly stroked my love tunnel as Taylor’s fingers exquisitely massaged my pearl prolonging my frenzy leaving me a quivering mess face down on her bed as a magnificent orgasm coursed through my body until it was no more.

(Continued below.)

The handle was gently pulled out as I gasped in disappointment through the bite gag, my face laying in a little puddle of drool of my own making. I had not wanted it to end; I needed more and was ready for more, much more. I already wanted another climax and was willing to do whatever was needed to get one. Was this why Taylor volunteered to get the Mustang brand burned into her ass?

Taylor explained, “We’re just getting started Belinda. Tonight, I will awaken the pleasure slut trapped deep inside your psyche that you have repressed. I’m doing this for your own good, my little slut. I will teach you a lesson by releasing your slave heat proving to yourself that you are Prime slave pussy. I haven’t decided how many orgasms I am gifting my needy little slave girl tonight, but there will be many more than the one I just gave you. Look at this as a learning experience and accept what you are. Shall we get started?”

I could only moan weakly into the gag in response.

“Let me help you up,” Taylor advised while maneuvering me onto my back with my head on a pillow and arms still secured in this metal yoke leaving me vulnerable to her use.

I felt much like a turtle trapped on its back unable to turn over while finding my current helplessness highly arousing. Instinctively I spread my legs wide apart and bent my knees, giving her easy access to my suddenly insatiable pussy while I waited for my next lesson. I was always a good student. She removed the bite gag, throwing it aside before giving me a deeply passionate (although all too brief) kiss.

Kneeling between my legs Taylor pouted with a mischievous look in her eyes while examining the handle that was glistening with my fluids. It wasn’t my fault; I mean she stuck it in my drenched pussy.

Giving me a wicked look, she giggled, “Somebody made a mess coating my handle with her pussy drizzle. I think you should clean your girl goo off it.”

Understanding what she wanted I eagerly opened my mouth in response, inviting Taylor to feed me that handle. I had acquired a taste for pussy serving her, so I happily cleaned my own fluids that tasted the same but were a tad different. Taylor seemed pleased with my enthusiasm.

Taylor put the riding crop aside while self-assuredly announcing, “I think that the best way for a novice to learn to eat pussy is to be on the receiving end first. So, I will demonstrate.”

Taylor leaned forward for a kiss, lightly brushing her lips with mine before closing in. Passionately, our mouths began an exciting journey of discovery; our kisses grew hotter, and our tongues started to get entwined. The taste of my own pussy on my lips seemed to excite Taylor.

Eagerly Taylor stretched her naked body over mine, pressing down upon me. I felt my breasts gently compressing against another girl’s for the first time and a powerful thrill went through my body. Taylor’s body was soft yet muscular as her hands freely roamed over me and I was unable to reciprocate. Oh, how I wanted to explore her body. The next thing I knew she’d broken the kiss leaving me moaning in disappointment, but her lips never lost touch with me.

Taylor moved with a purpose towards her destination, her lips continuing their exploration down my neck, over my heaving chest, towards my tummy, into my navel and finally arriving at the juncture between my legs where she confidently kissed the inside of my left thigh near my vulva. Looking up between my legs after that kiss, her beautiful blue eyes sizzled with passion.

With a sexy smile plastered on her face, she blew me a kiss announcing in her husky voice, “Live and learn.”

Taylor started with a feathery kiss on the inside of each thigh and then her kisses picked up intensity as she moved closer to my vagina. She skipped over my pussy repeating the process as I hissed in frustration. I could feel my glistening pussy lips spreading open in anticipation like the pedals of a flower. Then she moved in for the kill, her tongue dipping inside me, making broad strokes up my vagina, tracking strings of wetness with it. I shuddered as Taylor's breath fanned my needy clit. Her tongue buried into my folds as I loudly cried out in pleasure.

I could feel an orgasm building deep in my stomach while Taylor lapped and sucked between my legs. Driving her tongue deeper into the folds of my pussy as she taught me what an experienced fellatrist could do as my pussy melted. I felt a finger poised at my entrance waiting for something. I looked down as Taylor looked up at me expectantly.

"Please, Mistress, please stick it in," I moaned, as she teased the finger at the opening to my womb. Needily I begged, “Finger bang me, please,” wanting her to go where no woman had gone before.

Taylor smiled up at me as she plunged her finger in, my back arched in pleasure as she homed in on my clit with her tongue. She hurriedly added a second finger into the mix, fueling my sexual high. The licking and sucking on my panic button, punctuated by the penetration of Taylor's fingers finding my G-spot was too much, pushing me over the edge as I keened and twitched in a frenzy. I convulsed with my insides coiled in orgasmic bliss loudly proclaiming my joy as Taylor continued the rhythmic thrusting to prolong my orgasm until a wave of oversensitivity gripped around my clitoris.

"Enough, no more," I finally pleaded, trying to pull away as Taylor kindly moved off my nub, gently withdrawing her fingers. Her glowing face slick with my arousal looked up at me with a wide grin plastered on it. My breathing came fast and heavy as I slowly unraveled inside coming down from my first-ever orgasm induced through oral stimulation.

Loud banging on the door accompanied by someone’s muffled yelling and laughter from the other side, “Keep it down in there. Some of us are trying to study!” startled me out of my afterglow. The two of us started giggling conspiratorially.

“You know, there are no secrets in this house,” chuckled Taylor, lightly kissing the insides of my thighs right near my vulva.

“Yes Mistress,” I panted, as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

Oh, I knew, I wondered how Kelsey would take it once word got out. That concern would have to wait for another day as Taylor grabbed the pink dildo and had me lube the bulbous end in my mouth before inserting it into her vagina seating it in place. I lay there with my legs spread and knees bent, impatiently waiting to be mounted. Even though I’d never played with a strap-on before, it seemed natural with Taylor looking like how I imagined an Amazon warrior ready to conquer and possess her willing captive princess would appear.

Taylor looked down at me shyly blushing a little as she opened up, “I feel like it’s part of me; an actual appendage and that turns me on like nothing else can. Something about it feels real. It’s some Freudian bullshit, but it just feels so fun and powerful to have a penis; a real shift in the power dynamic literally penetrating someone with your cock while they eagerly spread their legs for you.”

Curious, I asked, “Don’t you need a harness? I mean to hold it in place, Mistress.”

In a serious tone, Taylor explained matter-of-factly, “It comes with an optional harness that holds it in place. The bulb in me has a G-spot stimulator with another vibrator on the clitoral pad and one in the shaft. With practice, lots of practice, I’ve learned to secure it without the harness. It’s a vaginal workout because you must firmly grip the bulb with your Kegel muscles while you use it. It’s basically exercise, which I love. As an athlete, I’m very health conscious. Plus, fucking without it is so much more intimate with more skin-on-skin contact without that pesky harness in the way.”

Playfully with her hands on her hips Taylor posed for me. Letting me look at her girl cock from different angles; even making some titillating thrusting motions for emphasis. It was not too big, the pink silicone shaft curved upwards at the end with a slightly bulbous head. She even demonstrated how it was adjustable, able to change the angle from her pelvis to adapt to a variety of positions.

“Sometimes I just wear it around my room. My little sister walked in on me without knocking last month. Sumi is such a sub, just like you. In no time I had her naked on her knees worshiping my cock with her mouth. She made cute gagging noises when I forced it down her throat and then I fucked her until she couldn’t remember her name”

Curious, I asked, “How does the bulb feel when it’s on?”

Taylor positioned herself over my head explaining, “It feels great; I can control the vibrations using my Apple watch so I can really enjoy myself adjusting the strength and intensity to suit my needs; I can literally go for hours climaxing again and again.”

Taylor tapped her watch, and her girl cock came to life eliciting a contented sigh from her lips. It had a low humming sound while the shaft trembled enticingly. I could only imagine how that thing would feel inside as I watched it twitching mere inches from my face.

Staring down at me with a look of excitement Taylor started slapping me in the face with her girl cock. Going from side to side she lightly smacked my cheeks reinforcing her dominance, … and my vulnerability. It was so humiliating yet incredibly arousing.

Taylor teased, “I face fucked Sumi holding her head in both hands, my fingers entwined in her hair thrusting again and again making her take the whole thing gagging her in the process. She never resisted, letting me have my way with her. I lodged my cock down her throat when I came, holding her head and grinding my cock into her mouth while she made cute choking noises. When I pulled out, she was gasping for breath with tears in her eyes. Then I fucked her until she was a quivering mess. It was so hot!”

At one point without thinking I turned my head unsuccessfully trying to catch it in my mouth. Why had I done that? All I knew was that my pussy was on fire, picturing Taylor face-fucking me like she did Sumi.

Looking down expectantly at me Taylor teased, “Would you like to suck my girl cock now?” while rubbing it on my forehead she turned off the shaft’s vibrations.

Oh, how I wanted to suck her cock I thought while licking my lips in anticipation. What was coming over me?

With a needy tone in my voice, I begged, “Yes Mistress, may I please suck your girl cock?”

“You may, I want you to start by licking it from the neck to the tip,” ordered Taylor, lowering herself until the base of the dildo rested on my outstretched tongue.

“Yes Mistress,” I nervously squeaked.

It was a little awkward stuck in its current angle. I started at Taylor’s taint with my tongue capturing the girl goo that oozed out from her vaginal entrance stretched around the neck before moving up the underside of the pink phalanx. It was firm but soft for a surprisingly realistic skin-like feeling and I could feel the vibrations from the bulb wedged in Taylor’s pussy as she moaned in pleasure. Slowly she moved the shaft down, grinding it into my tongue until the end was over my lips. I slathered the length with my saliva until arriving at the bulbous head teasing it with my tongue.

Looking down at me with her cobalt blue eyes glowing with a passionate intensity that made my pussy throb Taylor’s voice took on a husky tenor, "I’ gonna cum while face-fucking you; just know that when you feel me tensing up in my climax, I’m imagining that my throbbing cock is dumping a load down your throat. I love the powerful way that makes me feel.”

With that Taylor leaned forward adjusting the dildo while positioning herself so that I could swallow her cock which I eagerly did. My upper lip felt ribs in the top part behind the head as I sucked the shaft into my mouth while imagining how that would feel in my sensitive pussy. She worked it until I was taking the entire length down my throat causing me to make little erotic gagging sounds that appeared to be music to her ears.

Taylor moaned happily, gently yet forcefully thrusting her cock in and out demonstrating her complete control over the situation. It appeared like she could feel sensations within the silicone of her appendage. Her loud moans soon filled the air accompanied by my gagging sounds when she bottomed out. She appeared on edge when she started and in no time, she held my head in place with both hands grinding her groin into my face with her cock lodged down my throat. My gagging sounds accompanied her moans while I swallowed, imagining her feeding me a load of cum. Oh God, it was so hot!

And then it was over. Taylor pulled out leaving me gasping for breath. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and quickly moved down between my legs positioning herself for the main event.

A grinning Taylor enthusiastically explained, “The curved shaft will hit your G-spot, and the ribbed top adds extra stimulation as it slides in and out while helping distribute the vibrations. You’re going to love being on the receiving end of my girl cock.”

Taylor eagerly stretched her naked body over mine, staring down at me with desire burning in her beautiful blue eyes. She paused before lightly brushing her lips with mine. Passionately, our mouths began another exciting exchange, taking a timeout of sorts to savor the soft caress of each other’s lips. Taylor became more aggressive, her hands caressing my bare skin while our kisses grew hotter, and our tongues started to get entwined as I loudly moaned into her mouth. I was lost in heaven, pinned below Taylor enjoying the feel of her soft lips and warm wiggly body. As quickly as the passionate kiss flared up it was over, leaving me wanting for more as Taylor pulled away and slowly sat up.

With mock seriousness, Taylor took the red ball gag and held it before my face adding, “You were a little loud earlier so this should help.”

Compliantly, I opened my mouth, picking my head up off the pillow and allowing Taylor to secure it in place. The gag added to the sensation of vulnerability further stoking my arousal, I mean my slave heat. I might as well acknowledge what she already knew.

“Have you ever had an orgasm from getting fucked? It’s natural if you haven’t. Most guys our age have no idea how to please a woman,” Taylor asked, looking down at me expectantly like she already knew the answer.

No kidding, I shook my head no in response. None of the three guys I’d slept with had lasted long enough, all three duds had been done in sixty seconds or less while awkwardly jabbing my sensitive lady bits causing more discomfort than satisfaction.

With an air of confidence, Taylor smiled warmly, “Then I get to be your first. Just let it happen, I know what I’m doing. This dildo vibrates when activated, which feels divine by the way. After your first climax just keep going one after the other. Relax and let that first one happen, and then follow my lead. You’re gonna cum a lot.”

Once more she stretched her body over me as her lips and hands explored mine. When our nipples touched electricity shot through me causing me to moan into the gag. Writhing with pleasure, she lay on top of me. Her soft yet firm breasts rubbed erotically over mine, sending waves of libidinous lust through my quivering body.

Taylor’s lips never lost contact with me. She took her time starting with an exploration towards my neck as I turned my head giving her access, softly touching me in the hollow just below my ear finding an erogenous spot I didn’t even know existed. A shiver ran along the length of my body and my gagged moans filled the room. While her lips continued their journey towards my rock-hard right nipple, her right hand slid between our bodies moving towards my dripping wet pussy. As soon as she started licking and sucking the super sensitive tip of my breast, her hand closed over my throbbing, open pussy. I arched my back and let out a groan filled with wanton pleasure into the gag.

Taylor’s middle finger slowly entered me while the rest of her hand pushed and rubbed against my mons. She was driving me nuts, and then she added a second finger to the mix. I let out a disappointed moan when her lips left my nipple to continue their explorations over my heaving chest to my other diamond-hard tip. Her lips latched onto that neglected nipple, her tongue lashing it while lightly running her fingertips over the moist nubbin she left behind. God, that feels so hot; she knew my body better than I did. Taylor’s fingers explored the molten core of my depths while grinding her hand into my engorged clitoris. White hot streaks of lightning shot from that one point to all my erotic zones. I was struggling frantically to cum, seeking more stimulation, I arched my back pushing my crotch into her hand.

Without warning Taylor moved her hand away pulling her fingers from my womb in the process leaving me wanting. I released a frustrated sob into the gag at the sudden empty feeling left behind as the anticipation of what was to follow soared.

Spitting out my nipple Taylor raised her head to stare into my eyes, replacing her lips with her hand coated with my fluids. Propping herself up on her elbows she rolled my sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger while teasingly grinding her “cock” into my moist crotch. Taylor started rubbing the length of her shaft along my oozing labia coating it with my overabundant fluids as my body wriggled needily beneath her. Desperately I humped back trying to increase the friction on my clitoris. Leaning forward she gave me another passionate kiss on the sweet spot beneath my ear until she pulled away kneeling between my legs leaving my overheated body writhing wantonly below her.

Taylor scooped up more of my juice with her fingers and coated the dildo leaving it glistening in the light. It almost looked like she was a guy jerking off. Confidently she grabbed my legs, placing them on her shoulders while positioning a pillow under my hips to angle me up towards her.

Teasingly she slapped my pussy with her girl cock before rubbing the end of it around the entrance of my hole. The anticipation left me with an achy feeling in the depths of my womb, an intense itch that only Taylor’s girl cock will satisfy. “Stick it in already!” I wanted to cry out but could only moan impatiently into the ball gag while pushing against her shaft.

Playfully a snickering Taylor pulled away her girl cock mercilessly teasing me in the process. I’d never wanted to get fucked more than I did right now. I was a girl possessed with desire, … and need. That insistent throbbing ache in my pussy demanded immediate relief that only Taylor could deliver. I couldn’t believe how worked up I was; my body was on fire, a sexual inferno primed to ignite when she drove her phalanx deep into my molten core.

My pussy lips were all tingly and a good sensitive when I felt the bulbous head at my entrance. Firm hands on my hips steadied me as I felt the dildo slowly penetrate my vagina sending a little bolt of electricity into my pelvis. It slid in only an inch before pausing allowing my vagina to adapt to the new intruder. After a few seconds, it advanced a little further. More resting and then more penetration, until finally I felt Taylor's weight on my ass, indicating it was all the way in.

Staring up at Taylor I had felt a sudden sense of euphoria from the fullness. There was an initial rush through my body as my vagina stretched to accommodate the intruder that had my blood pumping and my heart racing sending delightful shivers everywhere.

Taylor withdrew a little before sliding it back in, the next time a little more before filling me again, and my pussy felt warmer and warmer as the shaft went back and forth. Soon she was withdrawing almost all the way out before sliding back in, slamming her hips into my ass repeatedly. There was nothing sensuous or soft about this - she was demonstrating from the start her total control over me. The sensations were exquisite, and she hadn’t even activated the vibrator in the shaft yet.

“I’m about to blow,” panted Taylor when she shifted the angle expertly hitting my G spot while flicking my ignition button with her thumb sending me into orbit. I erupted, squirting everywhere. I could feel her grinding her groin into mine; we were two lovers joined together as our frenzies overwhelmed our senses.

It was magnificent!

Vaguely, I heard Taylor moan, “I’m cumming,” as I writhed under her while wave after wave of orgasmic bliss overwhelmed my senses.

When our frenzies had run their course Taylor pulled out, leaving me on my back with my legs splayed apart. Sitting back on her heels her pink girl cock glistened in the light as she grinned down at me with a knowing look on her face. Then it got kinky.

With a mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes, Taylor announced, “I want you to imagine that I’m some older man, your new master and owner. Maybe one of your girlfriend’s fathers who you’ve had a secret crush on and fantasized about having sex with. Take a moment to decide who’s gonna fuck you.”

Oh, I knew who to pick. Becky Sue’s father, Mr. Henderson, was a widower who lost his wife my freshman year. He had a commanding yet gentle presence, he exercised yet still had something of a dad body. I remember last summer after graduating from high school when a group of us cheerleaders had a sleepover he allowed us to sneak some tequila into our virgin margaritas that afternoon and evening. Amber, the hot slut in our friend group, had a new string bikini she was wearing that seemed to have a “malfunction” every time she dove into the pool putting on quite a show for him. You could tell he noticed from the large bulge in his shorts.

That night I caught Amber sneaking out of the basement game room where we were all sleeping and quietly followed her to Mr. Henderson’s bedroom where she slipped into his bed. I spied on them through a crack in the door. It was an eye-opening experience to say the least as he fucked that little slut’s brains out.

What really got me was the way he manhandled Amber like a rag doll as he moved her from position to position. His hand was around her throat restraining her on her back with her legs on his shoulders as he fucked her hard, really hard like there was no tomorrow. I never knew there were so many positions, or a girl could have that many orgasms. He even deviated from fucking her, making her suck his cock coated with her slime or going down on her himself making her cum every time. My favorites were when he had her face down on her knees, his hand pushing her head to the mattress, or holding her arms pinned to her back while he forcefully thrust into her like a jackhammer. The decadent sounds of slapping flesh filled the room. Then he grabbed her by the hair with one hand pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her back enticingly while he reached around with the other and massaged her clit all while furiously fucking her.

I couldn’t control myself; my pussy was on fire. I slipped a hand down my panties, diddling myself while wishing it was me whose hair, he was pulling fucking me like that. To stifle my moans, I jammed my thumb into my mouth to the base and bit down while watching their performance. Amber exploded magnificently taking the two of us with her as their cries drowned out my muffled moans.

When they had come down Mr. Henderson pulled out his semi-erect shaft covered with a mixture of their fluids and presented it to Amber. She just stared at it, uncomprehending what was expected of her. She was about to get an education.

In a firm tone, Mr. Henderson ordered, “Clean it off slut. With your mouth. You know what to do.”

With a concerned look on her face that tramp hesitated, but Mr. Henderson wouldn’t be denied. He grabbed her by the hair forcing her mouth towards his cock commanding, “Open your mouth, slut,” and she did, reluctantly taking his dirty penis into her mouth. It was so nasty it was hot as I started sucking my thumb pretending it was Mr. Henderson’s cock when I noticed him staring at me in the mirror. I must have made quite a sight with one hand burrowed under my panties while sucking on my thumb like it was a cock, … his cock.

Panicking, I quietly scurried away returning to the basement. Amber finally came back around 5:00 am, her appearance giving new meaning to that Texan phrase, “Rode hard and put away wet”. The next morning Mr. Henderson was in a fine mood humming to himself while making us girls a delicious breakfast while Amber was rather subdued and walking a little funny.

I closed my eyes pretending that Mr. Henderson was my owner taking me when Taylor pushed her shaft into my womb. My legs were draped over her, I mean his shoulders just like I watched him do to Amber. In my imagination, the metal collar became his hand around my throat subduing me as I began humping back for all I was worth as he thrust into me. I quickly lost myself into almost a trance-like state letting my imagination run wild as Mr. Henderson fucked me in all those positions just like Amber. I was lost in the moment only concerned about achieving my next orgasm, and the one after that, and then the next. I would later learn this was my slave haze.

In no time his shaft’s trajectory was hitting my G-spot just right. I exploded into the first of many or was it just one long frenzy with delicious peaks and valleys in between? I’ll never be sure, but at some point, Taylor decided enough was enough and pulled out, leaving me gasping for breath through that red ball gag leaving me a quivering sweaty mess. My pussy felt a sudden emptiness and a longing to be filled. I opened my eyes and as my vision cleared, I caught sight of Taylor in the last throes of her own frenzy.

“Wow! I think I want to meet your fantasy man,” teased Taylor, once more sitting back on her heels with her girl cock sticking out coated with my girl goo with me drawn to clean it off with my mouth.

That was fun; I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed it. Part of me couldn’t wait to get sold to Mr. Henderson or another experienced man like him. Maybe being sold for a week would be fun, a great sexual adventure. Taylor was opening my eyes as to how short-term enslavements would allow me to perform all sorts of sexual acts that a good girl wouldn’t.

My vagina was a little sore in a good way, but not too sore that I wanted to stop. I still hadn’t been on the receiving end of Taylor’s girl cock with the vibrations turned on. I needed to experience that. Somehow, I still wanted more, much more and the night was still young. Was this what it felt like to be a wanton pleasure slut consumed by her slave heat always chasing her next slave-gasm?

Taylor moved forward leaning over me in between my splayed legs rubbing her cock on my pussy. Teasing the entrance to my womb with her girl cock with her face only inches above mine. Eagerly I looked up at her, wanting to be taken again.

Taylor’s body glistened with a sheen of perspiration, her blue eyes lidded with arousal, her face flushed, and strands of her hair were matted to her face as she announced, “It’s time for you to be on the receiving end of my vibrating girl cock. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“Yummy,” was my first thought as I eagerly nodded my head, spreading my legs a little more like the horny bitch in heat that I had become.

Then her eyes twinkled with mischief as she teased me with the bulbous end of her cock rubbing it enticingly up and down in my slippery slit over my entrance as her voice took on an ominous tone, “But first you must understand your place within the rules of this sorority. If we need a slut to bribe a professor with a blow job, … or more, you’ll do it with me watching. Just like your mother did. Sometimes we require a few volunteers to support a faculty retreat or donor endowment event like my Mustang branding. If I need a third for a threesome with a cute guy, you’ll join us. If a sorority alumna needs a girl to entertain her husband and his friends, you’re it. Understand?”

Without hesitating to consider the implications I nodded my head in agreement. Suddenly the idea of becoming an older man’s sexual plaything or having sex with more than one mature gentleman had a certain appeal to it. It felt like a switch had been flipped in my head with me wanting to try all those sexually taboo acts that a good girl wouldn’t ever consider. Even anal sex! There was just something about Taylor that I trusted, although her demands left me with butterflies in my stomach. I was sure whatever she made me do might push my limits, but in the end, I would enjoy it.

Taylor slowly slid her girl cock into my well-lubricated pussy as I moaned into the ball gag in delight. Soon she was withdrawing almost all the way out before sliding back in, slamming her hips into my ass repeatedly. There was nothing sensuous or soft about this - she was again demonstrating who was in control.

Taylor’s face was right above mine as she looked intently down at me gauging my reaction.

“How do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to make love to you softly - like this?"

She pulled out and thrust slowly back in.

"Or hard and fast like this?” as the thrusts became more powerful and frequent.

"Actually, it doesn't matter what you want. I'll fuck you anyway I like."

Taylor tapped the Apple watch on her wrist activating the vibrator in her girl cock. I almost swooned in response when those tremors stimulated my G-spot causing waves of pleasure originating in my core to surge through my body. She alternated between thrusts and grinding her cock deep into my hole while rubbing it up against my G-spot. I’m not sure which felt better discovering that variety was the spice of life.

Taylor’s hands found my breasts. She was propping her upper body up on her elbows while she mauled my titties, aggressively pinching and rolling my sensitive nubbins between her fingers while continuing to thrust into me with her hips. Her eyes were on fire with passion as she stared down at me.

“At some point, you’ll wrap your legs around me and pull me in showing me how much you want it. You won’t be able to help yourself.”

I couldn’t help myself.

My legs encircled Taylor, as she continued ravaging my vagina. The stimulation of her body on mine had me feeling that I might succumb to one never-ending orgasm. This was the most mind-blowing experience of my life. The intimacy, the multiple stimulations, and the deep sense of vulnerability from the metal restraints were enough to make my womb spasm uncontrollably, clenching her girl cock as I coated it with my copious ejaculate.

My first orgasm was so intense that I may have passed out for a few seconds. Taylor didn’t pause, if anything she upped the intensity of her thrusts while adjusting the vibrations to a higher level. Taylor was giving me the ride of my life using her vibrating girl cock like a magic wand stimulating me in ways I never thought possible.

I was at the height of a climax when it happened. The door to the room opened and Katrin accompanied by Kelsey and Sumi barged in.

Kelsey, clearly shocked, squealed loudly, “What the fuck! Oh my God Belinda! What are you doing?”

That drew added attention as curious passersby stuck their heads into the door, eyes popping out in surprise accompanied by knowing giggles. Some even squeezed into the room to watch the show.

Taylor and I must have made a hell of a sight, our two conjoined bodies glistening in the light covered with a sheen of perspiration with me restrained on my back in the metal yoke with that bright red ball gag secured in my mouth. I was never going to live this one down. The added humiliation from having an impromptu audience to my debasement further spiked my slave heat along with the intensity of my orgasm pushing my climax to even greater heights

Consumed by her own orgasm Taylor ignored them all, her rhythmic thrusting never altered. If anything, she increased the intensity pounding my pussy with increased ferocity and I reciprocated with my legs wrapped around her waist humping back as best I could for the added stimulation. The slapping sound of our bodies reverberated throughout the room and out the door into the hallway beyond. I didn’t care who heard us, I was too far gone.

Without missing a beat Taylor softly panted into my ear, “I think we’ve released your slave heat. You’re a slut now.”

Letting go I closed my eyes and let my exquisite frenzy devour and consume me realizing in the process that yeah, I’m a total SLT slut now.

(To be continued?)

This is only about half of the educational experience with Taylor that I had planned for Belinda but when I approached 30 Google Doc pages I figured enough was enough; I need to move on. I never got to utilize the rope for Shibari play, the blindfold, the larger of the two strap-ons, or getting Katrin, Kelsey, and Sumi involved in a larger lesbian bondage orgy. I think I covered enough to give the reader an understanding of how Belinda's slave heat was ignited.

I did some research online looking for vibrating strapless dildos to use for this story and found the Lovense Lapis which has a smartphone app to control the vibrations. I figured it could be controlled using a Smartwatch. I wanted something that wasn't too big not wanting to make Belinda a size queen (yet). Below is an image of the device.

This was great. You definitely left anyone reading this wanting for more, more, more. Well done.
Jim

I think this entire series is brilliant. A lot of my stories take place in the girl's head, but they don't explore the external reaction to girls being graded or sold, in terms of the impact outside of the auction house. Knowing that you're going to be naked on the auction block at the end of the month can really impact the way the world deals with you.

"Hey, Lisa, stop and talk for a minute. I hardly ever get to see you, now that you're going to college in the fall."
"Hello, Mr. Murdoch, how are you? How have you been?"
"Good, but not as good as you. I hear you're going to be in an Any Chance Auction? this weekend at The Big D. I'm really looking forward to it."
"Um... yeah, about that. I had hoped it would be a quiet thing. I'm asking friends and family not to attend, so if you don't mind.."
"Good fucking luck with that, Princess. Shy girls like you are always the best. I bet you get all hot and sloppy under the whip."

Anyway, I've been reading this with great enthusiasm and wanted to send my compliments. I was actually writing some stuff that is in this genre this week, thanks to this work inspiring me. I'm hoping to pass it along to Carl for editing soon!

GREAT JOB!!

I think the Best Chance Auction works better, creating more uncertainty for the young woman. All it takes is one person willing to bid the high reserve price and she is sold. There is always someone with more money than they can ever spend where price doesn’t matter if they want that girl badly enough.

In the Christmas Coed they will be sold four times. Twice as Christmas Coeds supporting the sorority philanthropy project and twice as Summer Sluts to support the sorority and its scholarship program at a Best Chance Auction. The sorority sells off those girls who don’t meet the sorority’s high standards as a way of culling the herd of pledges while raising money for the sorority. These girls hit the auction block only to find out then that they are being sold for three years becoming concubines for wealthy owners. Every Spring the girls on the block know that some of them won’t be in school in the Fall.

Other girls are sold, becoming Broadstone Consorts in training during the summer and students during the academic year. Every girl being sold for the summer has a high reserve price that if matched triggers an auction selling them for three years. I think this heightens the anxiety and uncertainty for the summer auctions.

The exchange between Lisa and Mr. Murdock could go something like this.

“A group of us whom you babysat for last year are planning on bidding your reserve price triggering a sale. We got the wives on board by promising to register you as a nanny so that you can help with the kids during the day.”

“Oh… Mr. Murddoch, please don’t.”

“It’ll be the Kellogs, Stevens, Halls, and my wife and I. The kids are all excited to have you as their nanny for the next three years. Hell, George Hanson heard about our plans and asked to be included even though he and his wife are empty nesters. I believe his daughter is a friend of yours. Anyway, he wants you Thursday nights to hostess his poker games and all that entails. He has a regular group of six guys that meet every week.”

“But… I’m not supposed to be sold. That’s not the plan. I’m just doing the auction to prove my value as collateral on my student loan.”

“Look, we know your dad’s business has some cash flow problems right now, so if he wants to avoid the auction fee we can work out a contract that eliminates the uncertainty. It’s a win-win for everyone. A bird in the hand is better than two in the bush, and I can’t wait to get into yours. You don’t know how often after dropping you off at home after babysitting that I’ve pictured you on your knees with your lips wrapped around my rockhard cock, eyes popping out in surprise as I drop a baby batter bomb in your mouth.”

Excellent as usual. I especially like the slave-based "examples" introduced by professors in classrooms--they reminded me of my own efforts to reach college minds, plus the entire situation reinforced the idea that slavery was natural/integral in this imaginary environment. Please keep going!
Carl