The Stanford High School Project

Chapter 1

Kiara walked through the mall at a fast pace, knowing that her friends were waiting for her. She hoped her friends were not mad at her but the only explanation she was going to give them was that the bus had been late and there was nothing she could do about it, since she didn't have a car. The truth was that she had missed the bus because she had not been paying attention, so she had to wait for the next one. Being absentminded and daydreaming costed her all kinds of embarrassments, the newest of which was her being over an hour late to meeting with her friends to do a school project. She finally located her friends sitting at a table in the food court and approached them.

"Kiara, why the fuck are you so late?", began Jenny in an accusative tone, before Kiara had a chance to take a seat or even greet her friends. "We agreed to be here at 3 o'clock".

"I'm sorry", replied Kiara, trying not to let her emotions take over. Jenny had the habit of blurting out the thoughts on her mind without considering anyone else's feelings. The rest of her friends could handle it but Kiara had always been a bit on the sensitive side, being brought to tears more than a handful of times by Jenny's remarks. "The bus was late and I couldn't get my dad to give me a ride and I...".

"That's fine, at least you could make it", interrupted Jenny, not caring much about Kiara's explanations. "We have been doing some work while we waited", she continued, pointing at some notes on a paper the girls were working on, "however you missed the voting".

Kiara took a seat next to her best friend Hollie, and motioned for her to hand over the papers so she could take a look. "Roman slavery?", inquired Kiara after she took a glance at the script the girls had been working on.

"Of course", relied Jenny. "Everyone's going to do American slavery, that's so cliché. I think ancient Roman slavery would be much more interesting, so we're going to depict a Roman slave auction".

"And you have decided on the roles?", asked Kiara, finally understanding what Jenny had meant by voting. They had voted on what role they wanted to take, of course.

"Yeah, sure", replied Jenny. "Lisa will be the auctioneer and Hollie will bid for the slave".

"And I play the slave?", asked Kiara.

"Well you weren't here to vote, so", shrugged Jenny. She always did that when she wanted her friends to know that there would be no further discussion on the matter. Kiara was an hour late so she didn't have much room to complain. Besides, she had a feeling that even if she had been there, she would have been given the most demeaning role anyway. In a sense, she was relieved that she didn't have to endure that, only having to accept what was given to her because she had been late.

"I think if we arrange some chairs over there we can do the auction right here", interjected Lisa, always the one trying to prevent things from turning into arguments. "We can even ask those boys to be extra bidders", she added, pointing to a group of boys out from soccer practice.

Kiara was mortified. Her friends wanted to shoot the scene right there in the food court? And with extras watching? She was secretly hoping that they would film the scenes back at Lisa's house, but that was not to be. Lisa continued, "also I have the greatest idea ever" she said with enthusiasm, "you know that goth store around the corner? We can probably get some sort of collar for the slave girl to wear".

"That's a pretty good idea", admitted Jenny. Though clearly the leader of the group, she was never afraid to acknowledge other people's opinions, or even admit when she was wrong. Kiara, for her part, didn't particularly like the idea of wearing anything on her neck, let alone a slave collar. Her friends were already set on the script, though, and the role each of the girls would play. If she hadn't been so late maybe she could have gotten the role of bidder or, even better, the one handling the camera. But she had been late, like usual. Probably the only time she made it on time was when her father gave her a ride. Or when Jenny picked her up in her car.

"Kiara, take this and go buy a collar from the goth store", Jenny told Kiara, handing her a 10 dollar bill. "It's right around the corner, you can't miss it". Kiara took the money but wasn't sure how to proceed. Did Jenny really expect her to go buy the collar by herself? It wasn't the most difficult task in the world, provided that you weren't overly shy like Kiara, but why couldn't they all go to the store? Maybe they would have fun looking at the goth merchandise. "What are you waiting for? Go", finally came the instruction from Jenny, "we'll arrange some chairs and also ask the boys over there if they want to be extras in the scene". And that was that. 

Kiara slumped her shoulders and just said "fine", then made her way to the store. She found the store empty, except for the store clerk, of course. The clerk was a girl in her mid 20s, and she was everything Kiara expected a goth, or a goth store clerk, to be. She had a piercing on her nose and one on her lip. A couple of piercings on her ears. She was wearing all black clothes, and her blouse had a skull on the front. She was also wearing funny looking boots that Kiara thought were more suited for riot police than for a girl working at a mall store.

"May I help you?", asked the clerk to Kiara. The clerk's voice surprised Kiara. She didn't know what she expected, perhaps for the clerk to have a deeper voice, or maybe for her to sound rude, but that was not the case. She had a sweet voice and she was very polite. 

As Kiara was about to ask the clerk for something to wear on her neck, she noticed right there on the counter they had a couple of collars and she quickly picked one without giving it much thought. It was a black collar that had huge spikes protruding from it. Very gothic, Kiara thought. It also costed exactly 10 dollars so Kiara reasoned that it was the perfect choice for her. 

"How much for this?", asked Kiara, although the collar had an obvious price tag on it. The clerk named her price and Kiara handed her the 10 dollar bill Jenny had given her. It was a simple enough transaction. Kiara was out of there in a second, feeling enthusiastic about completing her errand.

Her task complete, Kiara rushed back to the food court to meet with her friends. She could see Lisa talking to the boys out from soccer practice, while Jenny and Hollie were busy moving chairs for the scene. She showed the item she had bought to Jenny, then.

"Kiara, what is this supposed to be?", inquired Jenny, not sharing Kiara's enthusiasm for the outcome of her errand. "Do you think ancient Romans wore collars with spikes on them? This thing seems straight out of a Marilyn Manson music video". 

"What does it matter?", thought Kiara, "ancient Romans didn't wear jeans either and yet here we are, about to shoot a scene dressed like this". But instead of saying what she really thought, she only managed to say "well I didn't think it... " before being interrupted by Jenny.

"Go back to the store and ask for a refund, then buy something more suitable for our scene, okay?", instructed Jenny.

"Uh, I, um...", stammered Kiara, again. "I don't think I... I don't know how to do that", she admitted. She couldn't picture herself going back to the goth store and asking the clerk for a refund or a change. What if the clerk decided that their transaction was done and set in stone?

"Jesus, Kiara", said Jenny, now exasperated. "How do you manage to get by in your daily life when you're so shy all the time?". Kiara didn't have an answer for that. She stood there for a couple of seconds before Jenny continued, "I'll talk to her, come on". The two then made their way back to the store. As the two girls approached the store clerk she flashed a smile back at Kiara.

"May I help you?", asked the store clerk to Jenny.

"Hi, yes. I would like to return this collar, it's not what we're looking for", came the reply from Jenny. Then she continued, "we're looking for something a slave would wear".

Kiara felt a knot in her stomach, instantly embarrassed at the situation. She wanted nothing more in the world than the opportunity to explain to the clerk that they were trying to film a scene about ancient slavery for a school project; that or for the earth to open up and swallow her whole. Either one would be fine. The clerk raised an eyebrow and looked at Jenny, then at Kiara, and then back at Jenny.

"Sure thing, we have some of those over here", said the clerk, leading the girls to the part of the store with all the neckwear . "Your, um, friend here didn't specify what kind of collar she needed".

"I know, she can be a little absentminded sometimes", joked Jenny. Kiara was too embarrassed to say anything. She just hoped they would find a suitable collar for the scene and then they could get out of that store as soon as possible. Since Jenny had a better idea of what she was looking for, Kiara didn't really pay much attention to the exchanges between her and the store clerk. Instead she took the time to eye the store, something which she wasn't able to do before because she had been very nervous.

"This is just perfect", finally Kiara heard Jenny say, putting her out of her reverie. "Look", said Jenny to Kiara, offering the new collar. It was a collar much simpler than the one Kiara had bought, without any spikes. Instead it had a big ring that you could attach a leash to. Kiara felt mortified again at the prospect of having to wear such a ridiculous and embarrassing thing on her neck, although she reasoned that there were a lot of people, goths, who wore them everyday without any sort of complications.

As the girls approached the counter, the store clerk informed them that the new item costed less than the one Kiara had bought so she was going to give them a partial refund. However that would take a few minutes as she would need to modify the previous sale record to reflect the new sale, and her slow computer wasn't helping.

"That's fine", said Jenny. "Kiara can wait here for that, since I have somewhere else to be". Then to Kiara, "see you at the food court". Kiara just nodded, not knowing what to say. It was not like she would get lost without Jenny but now that Jenny wasn't there to talk to the clerk, Kiara was forced to engage her, embarrassed at the whole ordeal. The store clerk, however, was busy punching some letters into the computer, trying to edit the sale record to reflect the new item sold. It was a little relief for Kiara, not having to engage in conversation with the store clerk, or having to explain the situation and the school project they were working on.

When the store clerk finished punching letters and numbers into the computer, she handed a bag with the new collar and the partial refund to Kiara. "This is a small gift from me", said the store clerk as she put something else on Kiara's hand, "I hope I didn't get you in trouble with your mistress". Kiara felt like she would faint.

"She's not my... We're working on a... Thanks", stammered Kiara, feeling her cheeks turn a hot red. The only thing she wanted was to get out of that store as fast as possible. She took everything the store clerk handed her and almost sprinted out of the store. Once sufficiently far, but before her friends could see her, she took a moment to inspect the small gift the store clerk had given her. It was a small tag, like a dog's, with the word "slave" engraved on it. She almost felt like running back to the store to talk to the clerk and set the record straight. She was only doing a school project with her friends, after all.

But of course she was much too shy to do something like that. She would just let it slide and avoid that store like the plague anytime she came to the mall. She had a school project to do with her friends and they were already late, thanks to her, so she had to get back to them. She placed the tag in her bag, afraid that Jenny would see it and suggest that she wore it with the collar.

Kiara spotted her friends in the food court. They had moved some chairs to make it seem like an auction, with people bidding for something on the stage. The boys that Lisa had previously mentioned were sitting close to the girls, minding their own business but also clearly waiting to play their part as extras in the auction scene.

"Finally the slave is here", said Lisa when Kiara returned, which made Kiara cringe at the thought of other people hearing. "We're ready to shoot the auction scene. Put the collar and stand here", instructed Lisa, "on my mark, you will come to stand here and then one of the boys will bid for you before Hollie's  bid. Got that?".

"Yeah", managed to reply Kiara nervously. The scene was simple enough, even more so because she literally didn't have any lines. She only needed to stand there, wearing an embarrassing collar, while her friends said a couple of lines about bidding for a slave. She struggled a little to put the collar on but was relieved to find that it wasn't as difficult as she had thought. Jenny would have probably berated her for not being able to do something so simple.

"Alright", exclaimed Jenny, getting everyone's attention, "we're about to shoot, everyone ready?". People around her nodded. Then, she added, "Kiara, hold on, put your hands behind your back, like a slave". Kiara immediately put her hands behind her back, feeling embarrassed by the laughs from the boys. They were younger than her but that didn't make any difference.

Jenny held up her phone and counted down with her fingers to let Lisa know it was recording. Lisa, who was playing the auctioneer, was also going on some monologue about Romans and slavery, and how this particular slave had been captured. Kiara didn't pay much attention to Lisa's monologue, instead she was preoccupied with watching everyone around her.

She quickly realized that she had been worrying for nothing. No one in the court bothered to look at the girls. No one cared. And the few who did, would probably guess that the girls were doing a short film for school or one of those silly trends that teenagers were doing all the time for social networks.

"I said come forth, slave", Kiara heard Lisa say. Her mind had wandered off again and she had missed her mark. Kiara quickly hurried to the spot Lisa had instructed earlier, embarrassed to have failed at such a simple task. Just stand here and wait until I tell you to stand there, Lisa had said. Was that so hard to do? Well, Kiara had managed to screw up.

"Whip that slave!", joked one of the boys, followed by laughter from his friends. "Yeah, whip her!", added another one. Kiara's friends couldn't help but giggle, too. Kiara could feel her cheeks getting red but there was nothing she could do, as she was supposed to stand there, hands behind her back, as if she was a slave. If she ruined the scene they would probably have to start again and she didn't want her friends to waste more of their time.

"We might have to discipline this slave later", remarked Lisa in a tongue-in-cheek manner. She then continued with the auction, offering Kiara up for an original price, which was met by one of the boys. A little later Hollie made her bid and successfully purchased Kiara. The boy who lost the auction, clearly enjoying his newfound acting chops, exclaimed "oh man, I really wanted that slave", to the laughter of his friends. Kiara and Hollie, now mistress and slave, left the scene to their right, and it was done.

"See, that was pretty easy", Hollie told Kiara while Jenny was wrapping up the scene. Lisa finished speaking some more lines about Romans and their slavery system. The boys, having had their fun with the shooting of the scene, picked up their things and promptly said their goodbyes. The four girls then sat at the table, discussing the other scene they wanted to shoot.

"Well the next scene", Lisa began, "we wanted to show the slave serving her owner and I think the easiest way to show that on film is just to have the slave serve food at the table". 

Jenny agreed, "well, we're at the food court anyway. Let's just have Kiara serve food to Hollie and I".

"Why Hollie and you?", asked Lisa.

"Because you're already the auctioneer character, idiot. We need another character to be Hollie's guest, and the slave can serve them both", explained Jenny. The girls agreed, it was simple enough a scene. There would be much less talking than the previous scene, since Lisa didn't have to go on a rant about Romans and how they viewed slavery.

"I think I'd like a chicken sandwich, slave", joked Jenny as they continued to discuss the scene. Hollie, however, was having none of it. "Hey I paid for her! If anyone is going to boss her around, it's me", said Hollie, continuing with the joke. "Well to be fair", retorted Jenny, "I paid actual dollars for her collar, so".

It was then that Kiara realized that she was still wearing her collar. She had completely forgotten about it! They had finished the scene half an hour ago and there she was, sitting at a table wearing a collar like an idiot. Kiara felt really self-conscious all of a sudden. She reached with her hands to remove her collar, but Lisa interrupted her, "just leave it like that, we're ready to do the next scene". 

"Okay", was all that Kiara managed to say. Maybe getting it off and putting it back on for the next scene was more trouble than it was worth. Scene decided, Lisa instructed Kiara about what she had to do.

"So here's the deal", Lisa began, "go over there and buy chicken sandwiches for Hollie and Jenny, I'll film you on the way back. Then just put the tray on the table and say something like 'here's your food ma'am' and just stand there with your hands behind you back".

Kiara was a bit stupefied. They wanted her to bring their food? One thing was to play a scene and another one was to actually bring and serve them their sandwiches. "What about our food?", asked Kiara.

"I'm not hungry so it's fine", replied Lisa, "we can get our food after we finish the scene". Kiara was unsure, it seemed like a stupid idea. Why couldn't they just buy all the food, and then start filming Kiara serving Hollie and Jenny? Kiara thought about expressing her concerns, and her opinion that they could just get all the food in one go, but she said nothing.

"Well?", asked Hollie, "getting a little hungry over here, you know. Where's my food, slave?", continued Hollie in a jovial tone. All the girls giggled, but one of them was faking it. Kiara didn't feel comfortable with the slave jokes. Over the course of her life, she had been the butt of many jokes but this one seemed a little bit too much. Just then Jenny grabbed into her bag and procured the money for her sandwich, Hollie did the same.

A little bit exasperated, Kiara took the money and said "fine". As she made her way to the fast food place, she dared not look back at her friends. She feared that she would find them laughing at her. Why couldn't she just speak her mind like Jenny did? Or at least like Lisa did. Or at the bare minimum, like Hollie did. But no, she was always the quiet and shy one.

Kiara waited for her order to be ready but, again, she was unable to look back at her friends for fear of finding them laughing at her. Finally the order was ready and the employee handed her a tray with two sandwiches and two sodas. She realized then that she was actually hungry; she should have spoken her mind! She could only hope that the scene was as short as the auction scene had been. She'd been worried sick about the auction scene and it happened so fast and so easily that she felt silly afterwards. Save for missing her mark to stand on the spot, it had been the simplest thing in the world. This scene too, would be simple, Kiara was sure.

Kiara walked back to her table and finally had the courage to look at her friends. They were not laughing at her. Hollie and Jenny were talking. About what, Kiara didn't know. She also noticed that Lisa was recording with Jenny's phone, aiming at both Kiara and the duo sitting at the table. Perhaps they were saying some lines for the scene, in character.

She remembered then that she had a line to say, "here's your food mistress", or something like that. She felt a little bit of pride at being able to remember what she was supposed to do instead of daydreaming and forgetting it like she had done back at the auction scene. She became nervous when she finally approached her friends, knowing that Lisa was filming.

"Here's your food, mistress", Kiara managed to say, nervously.

"Thanks, slave", replied Hollie, playing the part of Kiara's owner. It made Kiara wonder if, back then, owners would actually thank their slaves after they had served their masters. Weren't they supposed to just obey? Jenny and Hollie began eating, then, exchanging lines from time to time that Kiara didn't know if they were scripted or improvised. Mundane things like "is this your new slave?" and "how was the harvest this year?". Kiara just stood there, her mouth watering. 

Soon enough, Lisa announced that the scene was over and that everyone did a good job. Jenny and Hollie weren't done eating but they didn't have to film their entire meal. Lisa also reasoned that she was getting hungry after watching Jenny and Hollie eat.

"Oh, don't worry", Hollie told Lisa. "My slave here will bring your food", she added, snapping her fingers at Kiara. This elicited laughs from her friends. Except Kiara, of course. She stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say, or do. Was Hollie serious? The scene had ended, Lisa had put the phone away. So why would she have to bring Lisa's food? She almost fell like she could cry.

"She's messing with you, moron", finally said Lisa, saving Kiara the embarrassment of complying with her pretend-mistress' order. "Come on, let's go. I'm getting kind of hungry". 

Kiara was so relieved. She didn't know what she would have done if Lisa didn't save her there. Did Hollie really expect Kiara to bring Lisa's food? Surely if anyone was going to boss her around it would be Jenny, she mused. She had bought the collar, after all. And also she was the group's leader. But no, she chastised herself for thinking anyone had the right to boss her around. She pushed that thought aside. 

Kiara and Lisa stood waiting for their order to be ready, not chatting about anything. Just as the employee handed Kiara and Lisa their tray holding their food, Lisa's cellphone started to ring. "Can you take the tray back to the table?", asked Lisa, "my mom's calling and I have to take this. I'll be in a minute", she added. 

Kiara took the tray and headed back to her friends, who by now had finished their meal. She found Hollie and Jenny discussing a TV show that Kiara didn't particularly like, so she didn't feel like interrupting. As she was about to unwrap her sandwich, though, Hollie remarked, "aren't you going to wait for Lisa?".

Kiara didn't want to wait for Lisa, she was hungry now. Sometimes when they went to restaurants they would wait for everyone to have their food served before eating. But they weren't at a fancy restaurant now. Besides, Hollie and Jenny had already eaten, so if they didn't wait for Lisa why should Kiara? "I think I'll eat now", said Kiara, unwrapping her sandwich. "You bad slave", joked Hollie, who then continued chatting with Jenny about their favorite TV show. That made Kiara cringe.

Hollie was Kiara's best friend, they had known each other since primary school. And yet, ironically, Hollie was the one person who teased her the most. Sometimes bordering on bullying. Hollie was clearly enjoying the humiliation Kiara was going through from the slave role she had to play. Kiara couldn't wait until this stupid project was over. She would take the collar Jenny had bought and tell Hollie to stick it up her ass. Then it hit her again. The collar! She was still wearing the stupid collar! What could she do? If she removed it right then, would Hollie make one of her stupid jokes? Ask her to keep the collar like a good slave? She could excuse herself to the restroom and remove it there, no problem. But then again she was hungry now, that could wait until she finished eating, she reasoned.

It was then that Lisa caught up with them at the table, taking a seat next to Kiara. "You didn't wait for me?", inquired Lisa after she noticed Kiara was halfway through her chicken sandwich.

"I told her to wait for you like a good slave", joked Hollie, "but she didn't listen". Kiara, mouth full of food, couldn't say anything.

"Oh yeah, guess what. I just had an idea when I saw some kid getting spanked over there", offered Lisa, she had always been the girl with the ideas. She had the attention of her friends. "Remember in the auction scene one the boys yelled that we should whip the slave? I think we can shoot a scene depicting how slaves used to be disciplined".

Kiara was mortified but she managed not to choke on her food. Did Lisa really want Kiara to get whipped? Hollie would probably be up for the task, no doubt. Seeing as how she had been bullying her all day. She had to say something now, she thought. If she let the joke continue, she might get whipped by her friends.

"Yeah that's a good idea", said Hollie, as Kiara had expected. "More footage to work with", Hollie added, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. Kiara finished swallowing the food in her mouth and expressed her concern, "you want to whip me?".

Lisa looked at her funny. "Kiara, are you dumb or something?", she asked with mock concern, "we're just going to pretend to whip the air and then add the sound effect later when we edit the video", she explained, to Kiara's relief. "However we need to get going because my mom called and she wants me to be home earlier".

Lisa explained that her mom needed her to be home earlier than she had anticipated. Since everyone had eaten their food except for her, she would have to take her sandwich and eat it back at her house. They could also shoot the whipping scene back in her backyard, and of course do the video editing in her computer. Their plans decided, the girls picked everything up, took the trash to the corresponding bins and headed for the parking lot to find Jenny's car. As they made their way to the parking lot, Kiara lamented that she didn't have the chance to go to the restroom to remove her collar, but she planned to take it off at Lisa's house, away from Hollie's attention and her stupid jokes.

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Chapter 2

Kiara sat in the backseat of Jenny's car, watching the cars go by. Hollie was sitting next to her, busy typing and giggling at her cellphone, while Lisa was riding shotgun as usual, chatting with Jenny about mundane things and the traffic. That left Kiara alone with her thoughts. She couldn't keep from her mind all the humiliation she had gone through at the mall, and the project wasn't even over. Lisa had suggested that they shot an extra scene, and everyone had agreed. She felt silly when Lisa explained that she wasn't actually going to get whipped. Why would she? Even actual actors didn't get hurt for a scene, they just pretended. That was what Kiara was doing, pretending to be a slave, that was all.

"Can anyone hold my drink back there?", asked Lisa, trying to juggle her food. She had decided that she would eat her sandwich on the way to her house, which was still quite a ways. Jenny's car didn't have a cup holder so she needed some assistance. "Anyone?", Lisa insisted, offering her drink for one of the girls in the backseat to take.

"Ask Kiara", replied Hollie. "I'm in the middle of something important with Rachel", she explained, knowing that her friends would also be interested in the gossip that their friend Rachel had to offer. "Why me?", asked Kiara, feeling that Hollie was trying to humiliate her again.

"Hey, I didn't pay good Roman coin for you to talk back", Hollie replied, giggling afterwards. "Kiara, please?", Lisa pleaded. "I'm hungry now, please?", she added, trying not to sound like she was bossing Kiara around. Lisa was not dumb, she could see that Hollie had been purposely humiliating Kiara all day. She didn't want to make matters worse for her friend, but she also needed to eat. Helping a friend with her drink shouldn't feel humiliating, Lisa decided. "Just take it", she finally added in a more commanding tone.

Kiara stretched out her arm and took Lisa's drink, allowing her friend the freedom to unwrap her sandwich and eat it. She felt conflicted. On one hand, Hollie had humiliated her again with the slave jokes, just like Kiara had suspected she would do at least until the project was over. On the other hand, she did want to help Lisa, she was her friend after all. How many times had Lisa saved her from embarrassments? Including most recently when Hollie had tried to command her in the mall. So why did she feel bad for it? She had helped her friends many times before.

It was because Hollie had been treating her like shit all day, she reasoned. If not for Hollie's constant humiliating jokes, not to mention the collar she was wearing, she would have thought nothing of it, just helping a friend because she needed both hands to eat in a moving car. But now she felt like she was being treated unfairly. Like a slave. She then wondered if treating slaves unfairly was even a thing. Weren't they supposed to obey no matter what?

Soon enough, Lisa finished her sandwich. She had only asked Kiara for her drink twice, trying to minimize the chance of Hollie humiliating her even further. Kiara, for her part, had felt silly when she realized that she didn't have to hold her arm outstretched. She could very well keep Lisa's drink on her lap, stretching her arm only when Lisa wanted her drink. She tried to keep from her mind the humiliating aspect of it, reminding herself that she was only helping a friend and, were it not for the collar she was wearing, she wouldn't have seen anything problematic with the situation.

Finally Jenny pulled up Lisa's driveway. As the girls made their way past Lisa's living room and towards her room upstairs, they were greeted by Lisa's mother. Kiara felt very self conscious greeting her back, knowing that she was wearing a collar. She hoped that Lisa's mother wouldn't take notice of it. She planned to take it off as soon as she had the chance to visit Lisa's bathroom. However they still needed to shoot the whipping scene so that would have to wait.

Once in Lisa's room, Lisa and Jenny sat in front of the computer, working to upload their footage from Jenny's phone. Hollie and Kiara, for their part, lounged on Lisa's bed, engrossed on their cellphones. Kiara was trying to catch up with the latest gossip Rachel had when she felt a strange sensation on her neck. Hollie was gently tugging on Kiara's collar by the ring, caressing it between her fingers. Kiara stood petrified.

"This is really pretty", said Hollie. "Looks good on you", she added. Kiara didn't know how to reply. At first she thought Hollie was trying to humiliate her again but she couldn't detect any hint of sarcasm on Hollie's voice. Perhaps Hollie was tired of the slave jokes she had been doing all day. It was true that sometimes Hollie went a little too far with her jokes and her bullying but she always knew when to stop. She and Kiara were best friends, after all.

"Thanks", said Kiara nervously, "but it's Jenny's". She tried her best to distance herself from the collar and the responsibility, so to speak, of using it. If she made it clear that the collar belonged to Jenny, since she was the one to pay for it, then everyone would agree that she was only wearing the collar temporarily.

"You can keep it", offered Jenny, "I have no use for it". Kiara could only flash her a smile. She didn't want to keep it. Wearing that thing was a constant reminder of the humiliation that her friends were making her go through. She corrected herself, then. The humiliation Hollie was making her go through. Lisa and Jenny hadn't made much to contribute to it.

Shortly afterwards, Jenny and Lisa finished going through their footage and decided to shoot the extra scene they had planned. Per their assignment instructions, they only needed to show two scenes for their project but they figured it wouldn't hurt to have one more. Besides, during the filming of the auction scene an opportunity had presented itself when Kiara had failed to obey the auctioneer. She needed to be whipped. The girls then discussed how they wanted to shoot the scene.

"Let's just have Kiara hold onto something, like a table, and we can whip the air with one of my belts", Lisa suggested. "We can add the sound effect later".

"Why can't we just whip Kiara? Wouldn't that be easier?", joked Hollie. Kiara had hoped that Hollie was done with her stupid jokes but clearly that was not the case. Her previous display of affection had been a fluke, Kiara concluded.

"Why don't we grab the sound effect by whipping you first, idiot?", admonished Jenny, tired of Hollie's jokes. Jenny also had made fun of the situation but she could see that Hollie was taking it a bit too far.

"I'm just saying if you have a slave you don't need to go through all that trouble", answered Hollie, a little bit hurt that Jenny had put a stop to her bullying.

"That's not true", said Lisa. "We'd take good care of her", she added. Her friends all turned to look at her, surprised. "I mean if we had one", she clarified. She felt a little bit embarrassed but, more importantly, she felt guilty for having inadvertently encouraged Hollie and her jokes. She didn't mean to humiliate Kiara. She was only musing that, if they had a slave, they wouldn't hurt her without a good reason.

Just then the girls heard knocking on Lisa's door, startling them. Lisa's mother informed her that she was going out to run an errand and that she would be home for dinner. She also reminded her daughter that there were dishes to be done, a responsibility that rested on Lisa.

The girls found themselves on Lisa's backyard, where they would shoot their scene. Lisa had procured one of her belts with which they planned to pretend to whip Kiara. The scene was simple. Lisa, who was playing the character of the auctioneer, was going to pretend to whip Kiara for her misbehavior at the auction. To make it look more authentic, they were going to film from an angle so that it seemed the belt was landing on Kiara's back. A common trick used by actual filmmakers.

The girls gathered around the backyard table they were going to use. Lisa explained to Kiara that she had to grab the table and pretend to be in pain when Lisa whipped her belt close to her. Jenny found the angle she was looking for, the best one to conceal that the belt wasn't actually landing on Kiara's back, and counted down with her fingers to let Lisa know it was recording.

"You've been disobedient, slave", Lisa started, in character. "Count as I whip you", she ordered. She then wondered if slaves back then would even know how to count, but historic accuracy was not something they were striving for. They were dressed casually in jeans and blouses or tank tops, so historic accuracy was out of the question.

As Lisa started pretending to land her blows, Kiara began counting them, as if in pain. "One, mistress", she said. Two, three, four, five. They had agreed on five strikes of the whip. Jenny made a sign with her hand that the scene had gone perfect, and Kiara let out a sigh. The project was finally over, she thought.

Suddenly and without any warning, Lisa landed an actual blow of her belt on Kiara's ass. Lisa didn't put her full force on it, it was more playful than anything. But the act startled Kiara, who wasn't expecting it at all. "Ow, what is your problem?!", she demanded, but quickly corrected herself, "I mean six, mistress". The rest of the girls bursted into laughter. Kiara stood there dumbfounded, she had made a fool of herself by staying in character after Lisa had struck her with her belt.

"I'm sorry", Lisa managed to say between laughs, she could barely breath. "It was just a joke and besides you did miss your cue to stand on the spot", she added. Kiara was not laughing, she was quickly alternating between anger and embarrassment. Her cheeks must have been a hot red, she could feel. She'd had enough.

"Can I take this stupid collar off now?", she asked, frustrated, once her friends' laughter had subsided.

"You may not, slave", came the reply from Lisa. "We might need to do some reshoots", she explained. She had only meant it tongue-in-cheek. After all, Kiara had stayed in character so what if she stayed in character herself?

Kiara wasn't taking it that well. She stood there, staring at Lisa. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears. After all the humiliation she had gone through that day, she couldn't handle it any longer.

"I'm sorry", repeated Lisa, after seeing how Kiara had taken her practical joke. "It was just a silly joke, come on", she cooed. "I didn't hit you that hard, did I?". She moved in closer to Kiara and held her in an embrace. Kiara started sobbing, then. "I'm sorry", Lisa repeated.

"We got all the footage we need, Kiara", said Jenny, trying to make her friend feel better. "Come on, let's go edit the video", she suggested. Kiara was able to compose herself and nodded at her friends. It had only been a joke, after all. Lisa didn't hit her that hard. The girls made their way back to Lisa's room.

On the way to Lisa's room, though, they had to pass through the kitchen. Lisa remembered then that she needed to wash the dishes before her mother arrived  later that night. She wasn't sure how long the video editing would take, and she didn't want her mother to arrive and find the dishes dirty.

"Kiara, can you wash the dishes?", Lisa asked, trying not to use a commanding tone. She knew Kiara was feeling sensitive after the whipping scene fiasco. But she also needed her dishes to be done and she was going to be busy editing the video.

"What? Why?", replied Kiara.

"My mom will kill me if she returns to find the dishes dirty", came the answer from Lisa. "I was supposed to do it in the morning", she explained.

"Yeah, but why me?", replied an increasingly frustrated Kiara.

"Come on Kiara, help me with this", pleaded Lisa. Then, a little frustrated herself, she continued. "Are you going to edit the video?", she asked. "No", Kiara admitted. "Are you going to give everyone a ride afterwards?", asked Lisa, making a reference to Jenny's contributions to the team effort. "No", came the replied from Kiara, now feeling ashamed of being so useless.

"Then help me with this, okay?", Lisa asked again. Defeated, Kiara finally agreed, "Okay I guess".

Lisa had an idea then. She was holding the belt she had used to whip Kiara. It was a black belt that had clips on both ends. The clips at the ends, once they met on the front, would hooked into each other, securing the belt in place. But now Lisa thought the clips could serve another purpose. She directed Kiara to the sink and fastened one end of the belt to it. A horrified Kiara watched as Lisa fastened the other end of the belt to her collar. The girls giggled uncontrollably at the scene, Lisa had secured Kiara to the sink so she could wash her dishes. Kiara was speechless.

"Just wash the dishes, okay?", said Lisa. "We'll be upstairs editing the video", she added, directing her friends to her room again.

Kiara stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. Why had Lisa played this joke on her? After all that she had gone through, her humiliation wasn't over. Afraid that thinking things over and over would reduce her to tears, she instead tried to keep herself busy by washing the dishes, as Lisa had requested her to do.

The belt that Lisa had used to secure her in place wasn't very long. She barely had enough room to move about and do the dishes. She guessed that she couldn't sit on the floor if she tried, lest she choked on her collar. She also could barely turn back to see if anyone was coming, or indeed was watching her from behind.

After what seemed like an eternity, but probably more like half an hour, Kiara finished the dishes. She was slightly proud of being useful to her friends. Lisa had struck a nerve before, when she had asked if she would be the one to edit the video, or give everyone a ride. Kiara couldn't do any of those things. It was true that she was being more useful there in the kitchen, washing some dishes so Lisa didn't have to. Otherwise she would have been lounging at Lisa's room, barely contributing to the school project.

A new problem had arisen, then. Kiara had finished with the dishes, but now what? Was she going to meet up with her friends back at Lisa's room or wait for Lisa to come and collect her? Lisa had been the one to secure her in place, in front of the sink. Would it be out of place for Kiara to free herself? More importantly, would Lisa be upset if she freed herself without her approval? Perhaps Lisa had secured her there for a reason.

Furthermore, what if Lisa's mother arrived and saw Kiara like this? What would she say? Kiara didn't think she could endure that kind of humiliation. She figured that if she heard Lisa's mother approaching, she could quickly unclip the belt from her collar and pretend she had come down to the kitchen to wash her hands or something. To this end she planned to practice unfastening the clip off of her collar so that, should the need arose, she could do it quickly enough.

She found, as she was fumbling with the clip, that she felt dirty trying to remove it from her collar. Lisa had secured it for her. It was only a joke, she mused, but she didn't want to feel like she was betraying her friend Lisa. In the end she decided that she would leave it like that, and only remove it if Lisa's mother, or anyone else from Lisa's family for that matter, returned home.

It was then that she heard someone approaching the kitchen from the living room. She instantly became nervous, thinking it could be Lisa's mother. She hadn't heard her car outside, or the front door opening, but then again when was Kiara completely aware of her surroundings? She took her hand to her collar, then, in case she needed to free herself from the sink. She let a sigh of relief when it became apparent that it was Lisa.

"Kiara, what's taking so long?", inquired Lisa as she came into the kitchen. She stood frozen beneath the door frame, incredulous at the sight that was presented before her. Kiara had finished washing her dishes. How long ago, only Kiara knew. But she had stayed in front of the sink, unwilling to free herself from the bondage that Lisa had put her in. Lisa lamented, then, that she didn't have her phone with her, as she would've liked to preserve that moment in picture. She approached Kiara, smile on her face.

"You've finished the dishes, thank you", she said. Kiara tried to flash back a smile of her own, feeling content by Lisa's praise. Lisa unclipped one end of her belt, the one that was hooked to the sink and, without saying anything, gently tugged on the belt to direct Kiara back to her room upstairs.

Kiara was an instant turmoil of emotions. She could feel her cheeks turning red from being led like a dog by her friend. She tried to concentrate on something physical, like Lisa's heels or shoulders, trying her best to keep her mind away from difficult questions. Questions like "why is one of my best friends humiliating me like this?" and, more importantly, "why am I not protesting?".

Hollie and Jenny giggled when they saw Lisa enter the room followed by a leashed Kiara. This, in turn, made Kiara even more embarrassed. Lisa led Kiara to her closet, where she began rummaging through her things. Finally Lisa found what she was looking for. An identical belt, except different color, with clips on both ends. She hooked one of the clips to the belt Kiara was wearing, effectively doubling the leash in length.

Lisa then led a surprised Kiara out of her room again. Kiara didn't understand why she was being led out of the room but she didn't want to protest. Just outside of her room, Lisa found a place where she could hook the end of the belt. "You can sit if you want", she offered, "we're almost done with the video". She then turned around and closed the door, leaving Kiara stupefied just outside of the room.

Kiara didn't know what to do. She could hear her friends laughing in the room right next to her. There wear tears threatening to flow down her cheeks but she tried her best to hold them back. What could she do? She mused that if she had decided not to free herself from Lisa's bondage when she had done it as a joke before, it made no sense to free herself now that Lisa had purposely put her there.

Her mind made up, she sat in the hallway, hugging her legs. The new length of her leash allowed much more freedom of motion, but barely so. She could sit comfortably but not move very far. She could hear her friends still laughing, and she lamented not being there. She thought she would have preferred being leashed on the other side of the door, at least that way she could hear and see her friends. Would that be better? Or would the humiliation cut that much deeper?

A short while later, she heard the door open and looked up to see Lisa flashing her a huge smile. Though she felt awful from all the humiliation she was being led through, she found herself glad to see her friend so happy and excited. "Come on in, we finished the video", said Lisa as she unhooked the leash from the wall. As Kiara tried to maneuver herself to a standing position, she found that Lisa was tightly holding her leash very close to the end that was clipped to her collar, allowing her very little range of motion. She looked up to see her friend still smiling at her before Lisa tugged on the leash, not so gently.

Kiara had no choice, as she'd been given very little choice all day, she had to crawl her way back to Lisa's room. Hollie and Jenny giggled when they saw Kiara crawling like a dog. Lisa led Kiara to the front of her bed, which was the one closest to her computer, and expertly hooked the leash there. All her friends were giggling then. Lisa sat in front of her computer, then hit play on the video they had just edited. Kiara sat on the floor, like she had done outside Lisa's room. Hollie and Jenny were laying back on Lisa's bed, not paying much attention to their friend sitting on the floor.

Soon enough, the video was over and the girls were happy with the result. Kiara, too, was happy with how their project had turned out, even if it had meant going through all kinds of embarrassing situations all day, including the one she was going through right then, as she sat on the floor leashed to her friend's bed. She was also happy that her friends had not included her sixth whipping, the one that had actually landed on her ass. It had only been a joke from Lisa, not a part of the scene, she remembered.

With their project completed, and with time to spare before the girls had to go back to their homes, the girls watched comedy and music videos as they often did when they were in Lisa's room. Kiara was happy they were doing something else for a change. For a moment she could almost forget her predicament. She was leashed like a dog to her friend's bed. Worse, no one was saying anything about it. She thought she'd almost prefer if they were joking and laughing at her, at least that way she could feel like she was being the butt of a joke, like she often was. But instead everyone was just quietly accepting the situation, including her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. This bothered Kiara. A lot.

Her predicament was getting worse by the minute as she needed to pee, badly. She had been feeling the need to pee back when she was sitting in Lisa's hallway, but she had hoped that Lisa would unleash her once the video editing was done. If that had been the case, Kiara would've had the freedom to visit the bathroom and get some much needed relief. And also she could've finally removed the damn collar she had been wearing for hours now.

But Lisa had not unleashed her. On the contrary, she had leashed her again, this time to her bed. As the minutes went by, and the urge to pee grew stronger, Kiara mustered all the courage she had before doing the most terrifying thing she had done in her life. Asking her friend to unleash her.

"Uh, Lisa?", Kiara began, tentatively. Lisa turned her head to look at Kiara, sitting on the floor. "Can I use your bathroom?", Kiara ventured. "Sure", replied Lisa, turning away to continue watching the video playing on her computer, fully aware that Kiara wouldn't unleash herself.

"Um, Lisa?", Kiara insisted, "can you unclip me, please?". Kiara could feel her cheeks turning red. She knew she had done something humiliating, asking her friend to let her free of her bondage, something she could have done herself. The clips were at arms reach, both the one in her collar and the one clipped to the bed. The mechanism was so simple a toddler could operate it. So why didn't Kiara unleash herself? That was a question she could not answer.

"Oh right", replied Lisa, "I completely forgot", she lied. She turned around and unclipped the leash from Kiara's collar, setting her free. Kiara quickly maneuvered herself to a standing position and made her way to Lisa's bathroom. Soon she was sitting at the toilet, getting much needed relief. When she finished, she took the time to look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were slightly red from the times she had cried, or was on the verge of crying. 

She took notice of the collar, then. She had been waiting for the chance to remove the collar, and the chance to be free from the humiliation of her friends, for hours now. But now that she had the chance, she wasn't sure of what to do. Would Lisa be upset with her if the removed it? What about Hollie, and Jenny? She ran her fingers through the ring in front of the collar and decided not to remove it just yet, lest Lisa would get upset.

As she was returning to Lisa's room, she realized that she had a decision to make, and not an easy one. Where was she going to sit? On the floor where she had been sitting? Sit on the bed, like Hollie and Jenny were doing? Or sit on the chair next to Lisa's?. She almost wished Lisa had given her precise instructions, like she often did. If Lisa had instructed her to return to her sitting position, then it would've been easy. Having to make a choice was more difficult than following instructions, she mused.

Once she entered the room, she realized that the decision had been made for her. She saw Lisa, still sitting on her chair, holding her makeshift leash, offering one end to Kiara as they locked gazes. Kiara felt a mixture of both relief and shame. On one hand, she didn't have to make a choice and risk taking the wrong one. What if she had sat on the bed and Lisa had chastised her for it? On the other hand, Lisa did want Kiara to sit on the floor, and leash her like a dog.

Kiara quickly made her way to the front of the bed, sitting on the floor. She offered her neck to her friend Lisa, so that she could attach the clip to her collar. Lisa did so and then she attached the other end of the leash to her bed, as she had done before. Lisa gave Kiara a huge smile, clearly enjoying Kiara's behavior.

"I never knew you for a method actress", remarked Hollie, finally teasing Kiara. She had not said anything mean to her since Jenny had chastised her earlier for trying to go to far with her jokes. But now she was back at it. "Really researching that role, even if the project is over", she added.

Kiara didn't have a reply for that. She didn't even know why she accepted being leashed to the wall, or Lisa's bed, like a dog. She was sitting hugging her legs and Hollie's remarks only made her hug her legs harder. She felt like she could cry.

"Leave her alone", Jenny chastised Hollie. "She's just comfortable sitting there", she tried to explain.

"You never know when you might need to reshoot some scenes", offered Lisa, trying to make Kiara feel better about the situation.

Suddenly, an alarm went off on Jenny's phone. That was her cue for her to head back home. The girls started picking up their things, and also helping Lisa clean her room a little, since they had made a mess of it. Kiara was still leashed to the bed, so she could only watch the flurry of activity her friends had turned into. Soon they were done and ready to get going. Lisa unclipped the leash from the bed, and gently tugged on it so that Kiara could follow her. This time she was allowed to stand up and walk, which made Kiara happy.

Lisa led her friend through her house and, once outside, she unclipped the leash from Kiara's collar, setting her free. Kiara could almost feel like she would cry of happiness. The girls said their goodbyes before getting into Jenny's car. Hollie was riding shotgun and she was chatting with Jenny about their favorite TV show, which Kiara didn't particularly like. So there she was again in the backseat of Jenny's car, alone with her thoughts.

She had endured a lot of humiliation from her friends, all day long. That hurt. But what bothered Kiara more was that she had let it happen. There were several times when she could have stopped the jokes and the unfair treatment, and yet she had failed to act on it. Either because she had been very shy or because she had just accepted the treatment. Kiara felt like the most stupid person in the world, then.

Soon they were at Hollie's house and, after saying her goodbyes to her friends, got out of the car and into her house. Kiara then took the time to move from the backseat to the passenger seat, so that Jenny didn't feel like a taxi driver or something.

"Are you okay?", asked Jenny, once they were on their way to Kiara's house.

"Yeah... I'm fine", replied Kiara, unsure of her response.

"Like I said, you can keep the collar if you like it so much", Jenny offered. Kiara didn't like the collar, it had been a reminder of her humiliation. Jenny had mistaken Kiara's inability to remove it for her taking a liking to it. At first Kiara didn't want to remove the collar because she had been shy, not wanting to attract more of Hollie's jokes about her being a slave. And then when they were at Lisa's house, she didn't remove it for fear of letting down her friend Lisa.

When they arrived at Kiara's house, Jenny parked just a little bit farther than she usually would.

"Turn around", she said to Kiara. Kiara turned around as best she could, since she was sitting. She was facing the window now. Jenny removed Kiara's collar and handed it to her. "Don't let your parents see you with this", she instructed. "See you tomorrow, okay?", she added. Kiara got out of Jenny's car and waved her goodbye.

Later that night, Kiara found herself laying on her bed, sobbing. Her friends had done a good job humiliating her all day. Usually at this time of the evening she would be partaking in the endless stream of gossip that her friends had to offer, but today she didn't feel like looking at her cellphone. At all. She looked into her bag and procured her collar. The collar that had given her so much embarrassment that day. She ran her fingers through the inner diameter of the collar, also through the ring that was attached to it. It felt smooth and nice.

She then remembered the small gift that the goth clerk had given her at the mall. She procured the item, too, caressing the engraved word it had on the front. "Slave", she said to herself. She quickly fastened the tag to her collar, and made her way to her closet mirror. As she contemplated putting her collar back on, this time with her slave tag on it, her hands were trembling.

She put her collar on and looked at herself. She looked different than she had looked back in Lisa's bathroom. She was now wearing her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing loose shorts and a loose tank top. She shifted positions to allow herself to look at the collar in different angles. She decided that it didn't look so bad.

She got on her knees then, looking at herself in the mirror. She was ashamed by her own display but also immensely fascinated by it. Still kneeling, she opened her legs wider and she reached with a hand beneath her shorts. The sensation was unreal. She worked diligently with one hand beneath her shorts, while caressing her slave tag with her other hand. Soon enough, and much quicker than was usual for her, she found herself convulsing to the orgasm that was shooting waves of ecstasy all over her body.

Satisfied, she took the time to look at herself again, kneeling in front of her mirror. She thought that she liked what she saw. She quickly took off her collar and saved her in a secure place, somewhere her mother wouldn't find it. Soon she was laying on her bed again, trying to sleep. She had school tomorrow and she needed to rest, after a long day. As she drifted off to sleep, she hoped that her friends would forget all about that day and never mention it again.

Unbeknown to her, her three friends had succumbed to powerful orgasms of their own, thinking about the events of that day.

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Chapter 3

Kiara woke up to the sound of her alarm, hating her life. Not because of the events of the preceding day, which hadn't seeped into her mind just yet, but because it was Monday. She had never been a Monday person. As she regained her senses, and the realization of all the humiliation she had endured the previous day was setting in, the first thing she thought to do was to check her cellphone. She wanted to see if her friends had continued to humiliate her through messages or, worse, if they had shared the incident with other people she knew.

She quickly ran through the messages in her phone, seeing none from her friends. She also skimmed through the groups she was part of, hoping she wouldn't find any mention of her, which she didn't. She let a sigh of relief, her friends had thought nothing of it. Today she wouldn't be wearing her collar and so no one would be making jokes about her being a slave. She was beaming as she got out of her bed, ready to start her day at school.

She went through her usual mourning routine. Bathroom, breakfast, shower, dress up. But when she was preparing her schoolbag, she ran into a problem. Should she take her collar with her? There was no way she would wear that thing at school, or indeed at any public place. But she could put it in her schoolbag to have it ready in case she needed it.

She reconsidered then. In case she needed it? Why would she need it? More importantly, she was happy to leave the events from the previous day in the past, so why would she risk going back to that situation? She decided not to take her collar with her.

She finished preparing her bag and made her way downstairs. Her mom was getting ready herself, waiting to drive her to school. Just as the two were leaving the house, Kiara had a change of heart. "I forgot something", she told her mother. She raced back to her room, her heart pounding. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she quickly removed her collar from its hiding place and put it in her bag. She had the presence of mind to at least remove her slave tag from it, leaving it securely hidden in her closet.

Her heart was racing on the way to school, knowing that she had done something very risky by putting her collar in her bag. Her mom dropped her off and she made her way to her class. She found her friends in the hallway, and as she approached them she became very nervous. She feared, first of all, that Hollie would continue with the slave jokes. She wasn't wearing a collar now, so it made sense that her jokes would stop. But she did have the collar in her bag. And so she also feared that Lisa would inquire about it, and that she would be unable to give a convincing enough lie and say it was hidden back in her room.

Her friends, however, seemed to have all but forgotten about the events of the day before. As she greeted and chatted with them, not once did they mention the collar, or her being leashed like a dog, or the other humiliating things she had done. There were other people gathered in place, and so the stakes were higher if her friends decided to humiliate her there and then. But also perhaps precisely because of this her friends didn't want to speak about the subject. After all, her other friends had no idea. Or so she hoped, and she wanted it to stay that way.

The morning went by without her worst fear ever materializing. She chatted amicably with her friends about the most mundane of things, including TV shows, boys, and the gossip she had missed the night before when she didn't feel like using her phone. She explained that she had been tired and she had gone to bed early. She didn't want her friends to know that she had been crying almost all night. Admitting that she had masturbated to the thought of their humiliation was out of the question.

The school day over, and without any incident having happened, she met with her friends at the entrance. They were discussing where they wanted to go, as they had several options at hand. They could go to their favorite pizza place, which was close to school, the mall, or Lisa's house. Kiara, for her part, dreaded the idea of going to Lisa's house so soon. She didn't want to return to the place of her humiliation with the event still so fresh in her friends' minds. By the same reasoning she didn't feel excited about the idea of going to the mall. So when the time came for everyone to give their opinion, she had suggested the pizza place.

As luck would have it, the other girls had agreed. Kiara thought her friends would take her opinion very little into consideration. Not because of what had happened the day before, but because they usually didn't. But today she was lucky, she would be getting what she wanted. To avoid the mall and Lisa's house by going to the pizza place instead. Soon they were on their way and Jenny parked around the corner. As they were making their way to the pizza place, Lisa spotted something that caught her attention.

"Let's go check out the pet store", she suggested.

"Why? You don't have any pets", Hollie accused.

"Well I might find something I like", she explained, a little bit exasperated. Kiara was afraid to go into the store, fully aware of the implications of what pets, collars, and leashes meant to her. But her friends had made no mention of it the entire day, so she hoped her fears were unfounded.

"Can I help you?", asked the clerk once all the girls were near the counter.

"I'm just checking out leashes for my dog", replied Lisa. Kiara's heart dropped. She knew what Lisa was implying. Lisa didn't have any pets, as Hollie had pointed out. She had also been the one to leash Kiara like a dog the day before, so Kiara figured it was something Lisa enjoyed doing. The clerk pointed with his finger where the leashes and collars could be found, and the girls made their way there.

"Some of these are really nice", Lisa commented, once they were in the aisle with the leashes. "Too bad I don't know if any of these matches my dog's collar", she lamented.

"I left it in my closet", Kiara blurted out. She became very self conscious all of a sudden. First of all because she didn't know if her friends had bought the lie. But also because she had just admitted to being Lisa's dog. She could feel her cheeks getting red. Her friends giggled.

"Dogs risk getting impounded if they're not wearing their collar", Jenny joked. "Or being punished", Hollie said, continuing with the joke. Kiara figured her cheeks were so hot you could cook something on them. Kiara felt conflicted, not really liking her friends treating her like a dog. If anything, she thought, she was a slave, not a dog. Although that would be just as bad, she concluded.

"Which one do you think my dog would like?", Lisa asked Kiara, sparing her the humiliation of addressing her as a dog directly.

"I think your dog would appreciate a longer leash", Kiara suggested. She remembered how she had felt when Lisa had leashed her to her sink, being so restricted in her movement was stressing.

"Too bad my dog forgot her collar", Lisa remarked, making her way out of the store. Her friends followed.

"Found anything you liked?", asked the clerk as the girls were leaving.

"More or less", replied Lisa. "Unfortunately my dog misplaced her collar", she added. Her friends giggled at that. The clerk had remarked that they also sold collars for pets, not understanding what Lisa had meant, but the girls were uninterested. They made their way to the pizza place they liked so much, just down the street.

Kiara found herself sitting at a table with her friends. She felt like she was alternating between two different realities. Just moments before, her friends had humiliated her again at the pet store, suggesting that she was their dog. And now they were sitting there, eating pizza and talking about whether or not Rachel was in the right for being angry at one of their classmates. Her two realities were so different.

Kiara mused, then, that it all came down to her collar. Even Lisa had admitted as much, when she remarked that she wouldn't buy Kiara's leash since she was missing the collar to go with it. All she had to do, she realized, was to leave her collar back in her closet, and her friends wouldn't treat her unfairly then. She felt relief at the thought of preserving at least some semblance of control over her life. 

Suddenly, both realities collapsed into one. Kiara felt something strange touching her legs. She looked down to see Jenny, who was sitting straight across from her, had rested her feet on Kiara's lap. Kiara stood frozen. What did this gesture mean? She couldn't remember Jenny doing such a thing in the past. Jenny started wiggling her toes then, letting Kiara know what she wanted her to do. Kiara brought her hands beneath the table to meet with Jenny's feet. She looked at her friend Jenny for confirmation, and her friend nodded in return. Kiara risked a glance at her others friends, realizing that they had not taken notice of what was happening beneath the table. She started massaging her friend's feet then.

Jenny had expertly removed her sneakers with her feet, before resting them on Kiara's lap. It wasn't her initial intention to have Kiara massage her feet for her. She only wanted to stretch her legs. But after seeing how flustered her friend became, she figured that if she wiggled her toes on her lap, she could get the foot massage she now desired. She was glad to find Kiara had picked up the hint and she gave her a sly smile.

A little later, and after they had collectively decided that it was their friend Rachel who was in the wrong, the girls were ready to leave. Kiara had massaged her friend Jenny's feet for about 15 minutes, all the while hoping her other friends would not find out, lest they would also ask for foot massages.

"Hold on", said Jenny when the girls were about to leave. "I need to tie my shoelaces", she explained.

"Let Kiara do it", suggested Hollie, turning to look at her friend's reaction. Kiara's heart was pounding. Did Hollie know she had been massaging Jenny's feet? Or why else would she suggest that it was her place to tie Jenny's shoelaces? She hesitated.

"Come on Kiara", Lisa hurried Kiara up, "we don't have all day". Kiara looked pleadingly at her friends, but they were intent on having her perform this task. They were all standing now and she felt like sinking to her knees in front of them would cement the humiliating treatment that they were putting her through.

Just then, Jenny raised one of her feet and rested it on a chair, sparing Kiara the humiliation of having to reach Jenny's feet all the way to the floor. Kiara looked around the room nervously and found that the place was almost empty, and no one was looking. She quickly crouched in front of her friend Jenny and expertly tied her friend's shoelaces for her, first one shoe and then the other. Her friends giggled at her.

Kiara felt deeply humiliated at the submissive act she had just performed, but also strangely content to have been useful to her friend Jenny. Jenny drove her around all the time. When the girls went out somewhere, Jenny almost always drove her back to her house. Was it so bad to do something nice for her in return? As she looked up at her friends from her crouching position, she thought about telling them that she had her collar in her bag. But then again, they were ready to go to their respective houses, so why put the collar now?

"Come on, lets go", said Jenny. Kiara realized then that she had been crouching in front of her friend even after her task had been completed. She quickly stood up and followed her friends out of the pizza place.

After taking the bus back home, Kiara found herself laying on her bed again. She felt like she could cry. Her friends had continued with the unfair treatment even when she wasn't wearing her collar. She had earlier surmised that if she wasn't wearing it, then her friends would not humiliate her. Clearly that was not the case.

Kiara tried her best not to give in to despair. She kept her mind busy with house chores her mom wanted her to do, as well as her school homework. Later in the evening, she finally mustered the courage to check her phone messages. She found none from her friends, and no mention of her in her groups. She was disconcerted. Her friends would deeply humiliate her one moment, and then act like her best friends the next. What was happening? If they treated her like a slave all the time, at least she could know what to expect. The uncertainty was killing her.

She messaged her friend Lisa, then.

"You there?", asked Kiara. Her heart was racing knowing what she was about to ask next.

"What's up".

"Should I take my collar to school tomorrow?".

"Don't wear it. Just have it in your bag", Lisa replied. Kiara was unsure, should she admit to her friend that she had been carrying the collar all day? She had lied to her earlier in the pet store, she was feeling guilty about it.

"I had it in my bag today", Kiara admitted. She could see that her message had been read, but the answer took an awful long time to arrive. That made her nervous.

"You said otherwise", came the accusation from Lisa. "This calls for discipline, don't you think?", she added. 

"I guess", said Kiara, trying to understand why she didn't protest. Discipline? Why? The only people who disciplined her were her parents. Maybe her teachers. Why would she accept punishment from her own friend? But then again she had lied to her earlier that day. Lisa wanted to buy her a nice leash, but because of her lie, Lisa had not. That made her feel bad. Then she thought to add, "I'm sorry".

"That's fine, I'll discipline you tomorrow", came the reply from Lisa. Kiara was ecstatic. Her friend wasn't angry at her. She didn't like this discipline Lisa was talking about, but at least she wasn't angry. She then realized that she now feared what would happen if she made her friends angry. Would they let everyone know about her humiliation? That would be the worst thing to happen to her. She would have to switch schools, or move to another city, if she was to continue with her life, if that ever happened.

Lisa then quickly changed the subject, asking Kiara about Rachel's problem and inquiring about the status of her school homework. Kiara was happy to talk about other things, realizing that Lisa had returned to the reality where they were friends, not mistress and slave.

Later that night she found herself on bed again, her collar in her hand. What had gotten into her? Though she didn't have a schedule, she liked to masturbate 2 or 3 times a week. Now she was laying there, collar in her hand, thinking about playing with herself, even if she had done it the night before. She went to her closet and sank to her knees in front of her mirror. She saw the collar in her hand, and she wished Lisa was there to put it on her. Or maybe Jenny? Certainly not Hollie. 

She remembered how she had felt when Lisa had clipped her belt to her collar, like a leash. She couldn't wait any longer. Her hand darted beneath her shorts and she made quick work of her pussy. She couldn't believe how aroused she was, but even more astonishing was the reason why she was aroused. She was thinking of the time she had crawled like a dog in front of her friends, and the time she had been leashed like a dog just outside Lisa's room, and the time she had crouched in front of Jenny to tie her shoelaces. She should have kissed her feet then, she thought. Suddenly her body exploded in ecstasy, she could barely keep herself upright. She thought she might fall over and she had to use a hand to hold onto her wall.

Her orgasm finally over, she took time to look at herself in the mirror. The previous night, she had been content by her own sight, but now she felt repulsed by it. What was she doing? Why were her friends treating her like this, and more importantly, why was she accepting it? Now she was masturbating to the thought of their humiliation.

She had always been the shy one of her friends. There had been many times when Hollie had humiliated her with her jokes. Or when Jenny had berated her for not being able to do something Jenny considered simple, bringing her to tears. Yet this felt different. They were treating her unfairly. Like a slave. She wasn't sure she liked that. Sure, she had just enjoyed one of the best orgasms she'd ever had, but fantasy was different from reality, she thought. She decided then not to take her collar with her tomorrow, and tell Lisa to stick her discipline up her ass. Her decision made, she hopped on her bed and drifted off to sleep. 

Lisa, for her part, had spent her evening looking for punishment ideas. She was the type of person to do extensive research on any topic she was trying to get into, and this was no exception. She quickly found entire websites dedicated to what they called petplay and dominance/submission, to which she was drawn instantly. Once she'd seen pictures of actresses on their knees, leashed in front of their mistresses, she knew. Kiara belonged on her knees in front of her.

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Chapter 4

Kiara woke up to find one of her worst fears had become a reality. As she looked through her cellphone, she saw that she had been invited to a group simply called "Dog Training". She was mortified. Her heart was racing as she tapped on the group, hoping she wouldn't find her humiliation exposed to all of her classmates. She quickly found that the only people in it were her friends Jenny, Hollie and Lisa. She also found a single message, from Lisa, that said "don't forget your collar".

The night before, she had decided not to take her collar with her to school, and to tell Lisa she would refuse whatever discipline she had in mind. But now what could she do? Lisa had insisted on it. She had even created a group specifically designed to humiliate her. It was clear Lisa wanted to keep treating Kiara like a dog. Kiara felt very frustrated, then. What could she do to prevent her friends from treating her like this?

She remembered how, the night before, she had wished Lisa was there to collar her. It seemed fitting for Lisa to put the collar on her, seeing as how she had been the one to leash her like a dog back in her house. But then what about Jenny? Jenny had actually bought the collar with her money. Wasn't she more entitled to put the collar on Kiara than Lisa was? Finally, what about Hollie? Hollie had been the one to 'buy' her in the auction scene. Not to mention all the demeaning slave jokes she had played on Kiara all day, which had cemented her new position with her friends.

She wondered, then, if she were a slave, who did she belong to? "Don't be an idiot", she told herself, "you're not a slave and you don't belong to anyone". Today she would be leaving her collar securely hidden in her closet, and that would be the end of it. She would even offer Lisa the chance to look through her bag, to prove she wasn't carrying her collar with her.

She went through her morning routine. Bathroom, breakfast, shower, dress up. Once in her room she looked at her phone and found that she had two unread messages on her Dog Training group. She hesitated a little, unsure if she wanted to read the messages or not. When she finally did, she was relieved to find only a "lol" and a laughing emoji from Jenny and Hollie, respectively. Clearly her friends were enjoying her humiliation.

Should she say something? If there was a time to act, surely this was it. She couldn't possibly stand up to Lisa, or indeed anyone, in person. But what if she said something in the group, right then? Could she convince her friends to stop bullying her, and prevent them from going any further down the path that they were leading her? As she contemplated how to even start writing what she wanted to say. A new message arrived.

"Acknowledge", commanded Lisa. Had Lisa seen that Kiara was active on her phone? It made sense that Lisa wanted to make sure her instructions had been read, and followed to the letter. But why did she sound so cold? Kiara had been trying to muster the courage to stand up to her friends and now she couldn't even do it through text messages. As she hesitated, a new messaged arrived.

"Acknowledge, dog", Lisa commanded, again. Lisa had seen her online status, she realized, and now she demanded a response.

"Ok", was all that Kiara managed to type in her cellphone, her previous intentions of protest all but forgotten.

"Good dog lol", came the reply from Hollie, never one to miss an opportunity to humiliate Kiara.

Kiara put her phone away, not wanting to read any more of her friends' demeaning messages. She also didn't want to give Lisa the chance to write any other instructions. If she was offline, Kiara figured, Lisa wouldn't boss her around, nor would she expect an immediate reply. She quickly removed her collar from its hiding place and put it in her bag. The day before she had done it on a whim, but now she was doing it because her friend Lisa had commanded her to. Kiara felt a strange feeling in her stomach. She hoped Lisa would at least be happy that she had followed her instructions.

Once she met with her friends at school, the surreal situation from the day before was repeated. It was like she was in an alternate reality where her friends had never been mean to her. Not one mention of collars, leashes, slaves, or dogs. Kiara thought that they had agreed not to discuss the subject while at school, for which Kiara was immensely grateful. She also knew that once the 4 of them were by themselves, the unfair treatment would also return. For this reason she dreaded what would happen later that day.

Like all Tuesdays, they would go to Lisa's house and watch the new episode from their favorite TV show. Kiara had never been a huge fan of the show but she had always enjoyed spending time with her friends at Lisa's house. Now, however, she was terrified to set foot there, knowing that her friends would do their best to humiliate her once they had the privacy of Lisa's room. Worse, Lisa had expressed her desire to discipline her for having lied to her the day before. 

She contemplated telling her friends that her mother needed her to be home early, and for that reason she couldn't go with them. She wasn't sure her friends would believe her lie, nor was she sure they would care, even if they thought it was the truth. Would they force her to go with them? She realized then that her friends hadn't forced anything on her. Not once. She had done everything on her own volition. Even as the treatment had been getting progressively worse, she had not protested. Was that what she desired, then? After all, she had masturbated to the thought of her friends treating her like that.

Throughout the day, she felt nervous that her friends would start their unfair treatment in front of her classmates, or that Lisa would ask to see the collar, to prove her obedience. But her fears never materialized. At times she thought she saw one of her friends flashing her a wicked smile, but maybe it was just her imagination. There was no reason to believe any smile her friends gave her was meant to remind her of her new position.
 
She finally met with her friends at the entrance, once her school day was over, and again they were discussing their plans. Of course they meant to go to Lisa's house and watch the new episode from the TV show they liked, but Lisa also had other plans.

"Let's stop by the pet store first", was Lisa's suggestion, to which the rest of her friends were enthusiastic. Even Kiara, she realized. Lisa was going to buy her a leash, a proper leash. "Unless my dog here", added Lisa, "forgot her collar again". That made Kiara cringe. She hoped no one around had heard what Lisa had said, but she figured no one would understand what she was talking about anyway.

"I didn't forget it", Kiara said, demurely. She at once felt ashamed to have been called a dog, but also content to have followed Lisa's instructions. She hoped Lisa was pleased. She also wanted to add that she didn't forget her collar the day before, but to do so was to remind Lisa that she had lied to her. "Okay", was all Lisa had to say, and they made their way to find Jenny's car.

On their way to the pet store, Kiara considered procuring her collar from her bag and putting it on. But Lisa had said nothing. She had not instructed her to put it on, so why would she? Only Lisa, she figured, had the authority to put it on her. Maybe Jenny and Hollie, she mused. Besides, she didn't want her friends to think that she was eager to wear it. It was not like she wasn't. But she didn't want her friends to know.

The girls found themselves in the aisle with all the leashes and collars, trying to choose Kiara's leash. There wasn't a particularly large selection of leashes, but they had them in several lengths and colors. They also had them in different materials. Fabric, plastic, leather, or what appeared to be leather anyway, and metal, like chains. Kiara didn't like the metal ones.

"I think my dog should pick her leash", Lisa said, matter-of-factly. Kiara felt nervous, knowing that her friends were looking at her, expectantly. She was picking a leash she would wear like a dog, and that made her cheeks burn. She quickly chose the longest leash she found, knowing that it would give her the best freedom of movement. It was a black leash, made of fabric, that had a clip you could attach to a dog's collar. Or indeed a slave's collar, like in this case.

"What about a dog tag?", asked Hollie, trying to add to Kiara's humiliation. If she was going to wear a leash like a dog, didn't it make sense to also wear a dog tag? "What good is a collar without a tag?", she added.

"I already have a tag", Kiara blurted out. As soon as she finished speaking, she had regretted it. Why did she tell her friends about her slave tag? Her friends all turned to look at her, surprised. "I, um", she stammered, "I got one as a gift the other day", she managed to explain.

"Aren't you full of surprises", said Jenny. Lisa paid for the leash and then they were on their way to her house. 

Kiara was sitting in the backseat of Jenny's car, her blunder replaying on her mind. Why did she have to mention her slave tag? Now her friends would probably tell her to wear it. Worse, it would cement her new position in the group's dynamic. Lisa was already treating her like a dog. Now she would be encouraged to treat her like a slave.

Soon they were at Lisa's house and, as they were making their way to her room, Lisa's mother called up to her because she wanted to talk about something. Lisa instructed her friends to wait for her in her room, since her mother could take a while. The girls did so, as they were very familiar with Lisa's house.

"Aren't you going to crawl?", asked Hollie, once inside Lisa's room.

"Why?", asked an exasperated Kiara. Why would she need to crawl if she wasn't even wearing her collar, let alone her leash? "I don't have my collar", she added. She then made her way to Lisa's bed and she sat there with the rest of her friends. Her heart was racing. Had she done something wrong? Was she supposed to crawl like Hollie had suggested? Was she supposed to sit on the floor like she had done two days before?

Her questions were answered when, later, Lisa joined them in her room.

"Kiara, what do you think you are doing?", asked Lisa, seemingly offended. "In this room you will always sit on the floor". Her friends laughed. Specially Hollie. Hollie had suggested that Kiara should crawl her way in, but Kiara had ignored her. Flustered, Kiara got out of her friend's bed and sat on the floor, hugging her legs.

"I don't let my dog on my bed, either", Jenny commented. Jenny did have a dog. An actual dog, not one like Kiara. The comparison made Kiara feel ashamed. Lisa sat on her chair, in front of her computer, not before patting Kiara on the head as if she had been a good dog. Kiara was an instant turmoil of emotions. The act of being patted like a dog was deeply humiliating, and yet she had felt such contentment from the gesture. Lisa had been pleased with how quickly Kiara sat on the floor, she mused.

"I did some research last night", Lisa explained as her computer came to life. "About dog training", she added, turning to look at Kiara. The rest of her friends were interested. They moved in closer to Lisa's computer to see the information she had collected the day before. Kiara was still sitting on the floor, her view obstructed by her friends. She couldn't sit on Lisa's bed, or on Lisa's chairs. She figured that she could at least join her friends from a standing position, but she wasn't sure if Lisa would chastise her then. What if she was expected to remain sitting? Furthermore, why would a dog need to know this information that Lisa was sharing with her friends?

"I'm not a dog", Kiara told to herself, almost believing it. She felt such loneliness and despair then, sitting by herself while her friends were looking at Lisa's research. She felt like crying and she hugged her legs tighter.

"Kiara, do you want to see?", asked Lisa, as if she had read her mind. Her friends had not forgotten about her, at least. She gestured for Kiara to move in closer to them, still sitting on the floor but now she had clear vision of Lisa's screen. She was horrified by what she saw. A lot of pictures of naked actresses, kneeling on the floor in front of leather-clad actresses. Their owners, she thought. Most wore collars, similar to Kiara's. Some wore leashes. Some had their hands tied behind their backs. And some had tiny clamps on their nipples. A few of them sported marks from whippings they had received. If the marks were real or makeup, Kiara couldn't tell.

Kiara almost had a panic attack then. Just what had Lisa researched all night? And did she really intend to put Kiara through those situations she saw in the pictures? Her first thought was to get up and leave. Run. From her friends and the humiliation they intended to inflict upon her.

"What do you think?", asked Lisa.

"Who cares what she thinks?", asked Hollie.

Before Kiara could say anything, Lisa got up and procured the leash she had bought from her schoolbag. "I bet you're dying to wear your leash, aren't you?", she said to Kiara.

"I do", admitted Kiara, surprising herself. She hadn't thought about her answer, she had just blurted it out. As it turned out, she did want to wear the leash that Lisa had bought for her. She was sitting there on the floor, in front of her friend Lisa, hoping that she would collar her and secure her leash for her.

"You can't have your gift until I discipline you", Lisa explained to Kiara. Kiara felt a knot in her stomach. Lisa had talked about discipline the night before but somehow Kiara was hoping she wouldn't follow through with those plans. After seeing all the research Lisa had done the night before, it became clear that Lisa fully intended to discipline and train her like a dog.

"I'm sorry" and "please no", Kiara thought to say, but the words wouldn't come out. Kiara watched as Lisa went to her closet and procured one of her belts, the one she had used to film the whipping scene.

"I'm going to belt you five times", said Lisa. "For lying to us yesterday", she added. Kiara's eyes went wide. She could feel tears welling up on her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had corporal punishment. Her parents had never been big on discipline to begin with. 

"Wait a minute", Hollie interrupted. "I want to belt her, too". Kiara was in awe at the scene that was transpiring before her. Her friends were discussing who would strike her with Lisa's belt, and how many times. She couldn't think of anything to say, for she wasn't sure she could say anything that would prevent her friends from going through with the punishment Lisa had set for her. In the end, they had decided to give Kiara 9 strikes, 3 from each girl. Kiara was mortified. She wished they had settled on 5.

"Lean against the bed", instructed Lisa. "Rest your head on the bed and stick your ass out", she added. Kiara hesitated. Could she still run from this room and the terrible fate that awaited her? She didn't think she could. She got up from her sitting place and assumed the position Lisa had instructed. She was now kneeling in front of Lisa's bed, her head resting on the mattress.

She was glad that she was wearing jeans. She had never been a huge fan of dresses and skirts, but she did wear those sometimes. She thought that if she had been wearing a skirt or a dress, her friends might want her to lift it up. The strikes would then land on her underwear or, worse, on her bare skin.

Without any warning, one blow landed on her ass. Hard. Back when they were filming the whipping scene, Lisa had struck her with her belt as a joke. That time Lisa had clearly not put her entire strength behind it. Today she had. Kiara let out a gasp, afraid to scream from the intense pain that had exploded on her buttocks. She knew Lisa's father and sister wouldn't be home so early, but she had seen her mother in the living room. Kiara didn't want to make too much noise and risk having Lisa's mother find out about her punishment.

Another blow landed, then. "Ow", she said, trying to keep her voice down. She instinctively moved her hands, trying to protect her ass from Lisa's belt. "Put your hands away", commanded Lisa and Kiara did so. Finally Lisa's last strike landed on her ass, hard. "Oooow", screamed Kiara. Tears were running down her cheeks now, but she hoped her scream had not been loud enough for Lisa's mother to hear.

"My turn, my turn", said Hollie, as if she was an overly excited child. Lisa handed her the belt, then. "Count my strikes, dog", Hollie instructed Kiara, "or I might lose count and I'll have to start over".

Hollie's blow landed, then. "Ow... one, mistress", Kiara said between sobs. "Good dog", came the reply from Hollie. She was enjoying the activity. Hollie wished she had been the one to give all 9 belts to Kiara. She'd make them 15 then, she thought. Second blow, then. "Two, mistress", said Kiara, crying now. "That's a good dog", offered Hollie. "Very good dog", she added before striking Kiara for the third time. "Oooow... three, mistress", Kiara managed to say.

"That was so much fun", exclaimed Hollie as she handed the belt to Jenny. Jenny took the belt and landed the three blows in quick succession, not caring much about theatrics. Kiara had not counted them since Jenny had not requested it. When Jenny had finished, Kiara was a sobbing mess on the floor. Her friends looked at her, excited about what they had just done. They had disciplined their friend because she had lied to them the day before. The three friends felt such a rush, then. Hollie even wished the belting had lasted longer.

Lisa knelt beside a sobbing Kiara, and held her in an embrace. This, in turn, made Kiara sob even harder. "You were good", cooed Lisa to her friend. "There, it's over now. You're not going to lie to us again, are you?", she asked. Kiara shook her head no, without saying anything. She couldn't form words just yet. "That's good", cooed Lisa. "Do you want to wear your leash?", she asked.

Kiara nodded. She did want to wear her leash, Lisa had bought it for her. Lisa got up and rummaged through Kiara's bag to find her collar. "Kneel", she commanded. Kiara, still sitting, looked up to see her friend holding her collar and leash. She wiped her tears off and rose to her knees, as her friend had instructed. The butterflies in her stomach went wild when she saw Lisa secure the collar around her neck. She felt strangely content about kneeling in front of her friend, and being collared like a dog. She thought she should feel ashamed, and she was, but not as much as she ought to be.

Lisa attached the leash to Kiara's collar, then. "What do you say when you get gift?", asked Jenny, as if Kiara was a child who needed to be reminded of good manners.

"Thank you", said Kiara, demurely. "For my leash", she added. She was still kneeling, looking up to her friends, but more specifically Lisa, since she was the one person she was thanking. Lisa then did something that took Kiara by surprise. She tugged on the leash to instruct Kiara to stand, and when she did so, Lisa gave Kiara a heartfelt hug.

Kiara's chest felt like it could burst. She felt immense joy at Lisa's gesture. Her friends had belted her viciously just moments before. Even worse, they seemed to have enjoyed it, as if it was a game. Yet afterwards they had comforted her. She had lied to them the day before, she remembered. She shouldn't have done that.

Lisa broke the embrace and motioned for Kiara to sit on her bed. Earlier she had stated that Kiara was to sit on the floor, but she knew from her research that being gentle with Kiara was important, after she had been punished. Kiara had been good, she had accepted her punishment and promised not to lie to her again. Lisa was very pleased.

Kiara sat on Lisa's bed, thankful for not having to sit on the hard floor with her butt on fire. The belt had hurt, a lot. She was also happy to be treated like a human being and not like a dog. She wasn't a dog, she knew that. But they were treating her like one. She was wearing a collar and a leash, like a dog would be. She also had her tag, albeit securely hidden back in her closet, like a dog would have. 

As the new episode was about to start, the girls lounged on Lisa's bed. Even Kiara who, momentarily at least, had been given the chance to rest on Lisa's bed. For the span of an hour, Kiara could forget about her new situation. The girls had laughed and gasped at their favorite TV show, as if nothing had changed between them.

Still, deep in her mind, she knew it not to be the case. For one, her ass hurt. Product of the severe belting her friends had given her for lying to them the day before. She was also fully aware that Lisa was holding her leash, even as they laid on her bed. At times she thought she felt Lisa gently tugging on the leash, as if to remind her of her situation. But she wasn't sure if she was imagining things. At last the show was over.

"Can I use your bathroom?", Kiara asked Lisa. Lisa flashed her a huge smile. 

"Sure", replied Lisa. She got up from her bed, not letting go of Kiara's leash. Since buying Kiara's leash, Lisa had been dying to walk her like a dog. She knew she had to be patient with her trainee, and for that reason she had been gentle with Kiara after her punishment. But now she had the opportunity. She grabbed the leash closer to Kiara's neck and tugged on it, not so gently.

Kiara understood Lisa's gesture and she got out of the bed without standing, she sank on all fours now. She dared not look back at her friends, she knew they would be laughing at her. She was crawling like a dog out of her friend's room, humiliation burning deep within her. She became instantly aware of the possibility of running into Lisa's mother in the hallway. She felt very apprehensive then, and she wished she didn't need to pee.

"That's a good dog", remarked Hollie, as the duo made their way out of Lisa's room.

Lisa had not stopped after reaching the door, she was leading Kiara through the hallway, fully aware that her mother had left to run an errand, as she often did. She looked down at her friend, crawling by her side, and she couldn't help but smile. Why had they not done this before?, she thought. Kiara clearly belonged on her knees, crawling like a dog for her. She was so excited.

Kiara felt a knot in her stomach as they reached the bathroom door, afraid that Lisa would come into the bathroom with her. They had gone to the restroom together many times before, but not in the same stall. Would Lisa watch her pee? She didn't think she would be able to pee in that situation. She was relieved when she saw Lisa unclipping her leash. Why did she think Lisa wanted to watch her pee? That was stupid.

"Don't be long", Lisa instructed. Kiara stood then, since she didn't want to crawl in a bathroom, and she hoped Lisa wouldn't be upset with that. Since Lisa didn't say anything, she went into the bathroom and quickly had her much needed relief. She tried to make it fast, knowing that Lisa was waiting outside. Once she finished, she saw herself in the mirror, her eyes red from when she had cried earlier.

Once outside, she saw Lisa offering her the leash. She quickly sank to her knees in front of her friend, knowing that Lisa liked to leash her in that position. Lisa did so, but instead of walking toward her room, she tied the leash to the bathroom door knob.

"I need to use the bathroom", explained Lisa, and she slowly opened the door, taking care not to pull too violently on Kiara's leash with it. Kiara's eyes went wide. She understood that her friend needed to pee, but why couldn't she lead Kiara back to her room first? What if Lisa's mother decided to come upstairs? Kiara was mortified.

Kiara was aware of the shameful position she was in. If Lisa's mother, or anyone else of her family, came upstairs, they would see her. Kneeling there in front of the bathroom, like a dog waiting for its owner because they don't let dogs inside a store. Minutes went by, and she could almost feel the weight of each second, pressing on her chest. She heard the sound of flushing, then, and she thought she'd never heard a sound so beautiful in her life.

Lisa opened the door, slowly. She didn't want to hurt Kiara. She had hurt her earlier, but only because she needed discipline. Hurting your trainee for no reason was bad form, she was sure. Soon they were back in her room, Kiara crawling all the way. They found their friends picking up their things, since it was time for the girls to go home.

Before, Kiara had been allowed on Lisa's bed, but now she was forced to wait near the door, as Lisa had tied her leash to the door knob. At least this time, she thought, she was inside the room with her friends, and not waiting outside. She remembered that had been awful. She sat there, watching her friends pick up their things.

Once the girls were ready, Lisa went up to Kiara to collect her. "Rise", she command, as she undid the knot of the leash. Kiara was happy that she didn't have to crawl like a dog, but still she was going to be led like one. The girls made their way to Lisa's porch, with Kiara being led by her leash, and then she noticed that Lisa's mother's car wasn't there. She wasn't even home and she had been worrying for nothing. She felt silly then, and she thought that she should have trusted Lisa more.

Lisa then unclipped the leash from her collar and she was surprised to see that Lisa had kept the leash. For some reason she had expected to take her leash with her, but clearly that wasn't Lisa's intention. It was Lisa's to begin with, even if Kiara was the one to wear it. Lisa had paid for it.

The girls said their goodbyes and soon they were on their way. Today she would be riding the bus back home, since it was still quite early. During the ride she tried to keep her mind preoccupied with other things, trying not to remember the humiliating things that had happened to her that day. Or the day before. Or the day before that.

It was difficult, though, as every once in a while the bus jumped on a speed bump and she had landed back on her ass. She was quickly reminded of how much her ass hurt. From that, she was also reminded of who had made her ass hurt, and why. Her friends had decided to punish her, as if she was a child, because she had lied to them the day before. She decided not to give her friends any more reasons to punish her, since she now felt she had no standing to refuse it.

Soon she was at the bus stop near her house and, watching her reflection on one of the ads there, she was horrified to see that she was still wearing her collar. She had been riding the bus with her collar on! She hoped no one had noticed. If they did, no one had said a thing. There was nothing to be done now, except for removing the collar then, she thought. She didn't want her parents to see her wearing it. It was one thing to have strangers look at her funny, but her own family doing that was unthinkable. She quickly removed her collar, hoping no one waiting at the bus stop was paying attention to her, and put it in her bag. 

Once at her house, Kiara's first intention was to take a shower. She had the habit of showering in the mornings but she wanted to take the chance to inspect her ass, after she had been viciously belted by her own friends. She thought that she could also take the opportunity to either masturbate or cry in the shower, as female characters often did in movies. Perhaps both.

She admired her ass as best as she could in her bathroom mirror. There were two clear lines where the belt had landed, both on her right cheek. She could also see some faint spots that she was sure would be blue the following day. She was glad that she had been wearing jeans. Surely if she had been butt naked, as spanked children often are, the aftermath of her belting would've been much worse.

She found that she wasn't really in the mood for neither masturbation nor crying and, after getting out of the shower, she occupied her mind with house chores her mother had set for her. She had made a point to leave her phone back in her room, so as to avoid the temptation of checking any messages that might arrive. The rest of her evening was uneventful, save for the time when she thought her father had caught her grimacing as she sat down for dinner.

It was late now. Kiara thought to check her cellphone, then, and found that she had a new message in her Dog Training group. She tapped on the group, nervous about the content of said message.

"Let's see your tag", was all the message said. It was from Jenny, which surprised Kiara. Throughout her recent ordeal of submission to her friends, it had seemed that Lisa had taken on the leader role, so she had come to expect Lisa to be the one giving her orders. It was not the case in this instance.

Kiara went to her closet and procured her slave tag. She caressed the word engraved on it. She remembered how flustered she had been when the goth girl had given it to her, mistaking Jenny for her mistress. After the recent events at Lisa's house, she thought, was that goth girl so far off? They were still friends, she was sure of it, but their relationship had somehow changed.

She held the tag in her hand and snapped a picture of it. She found that she was unusually nervous when she sent the picture to her friends. Perhaps it was that she felt her friends would see the tag as a sign that she had always desired submission. She would have to explain to her friends that it was a gift from the goth store clerk, and nothing more. As she contemplated if she should explain the slave tag to her friends just then, she could see Jenny was typing into her phone. Her heart was racing.

"Let's see you wearing it", came Jenny's command. Whereas before she believed it was only Lisa that wanted to command her, now it was clear that Jenny also wanted to take part in that. Kiara grabbed her bag and procured her collar, quickly fastening the tag to it. She had been nervous just sending a picture of the tag, and now that Jenny wanted to see a picture of Kiara wearing it, her heart was pounding in her chest. 

She secured her collar around her neck and snapped a picture of it. She was very careful choosing the angle in which to take it. The picture revealed her neck, and nothing more. She thought her slender neck looked cute with the collar around it. As she sent the new picture to her friends, she hoped Jenny was pleased. She also hoped that she wouldn't demand anything else. After a few moments, she realized that she was staring at her cellphone, hoping that Jenny's reply arrived. She was dying with anticipation. When a reply finally arrived, it wasn't Jenny's.

"Go take a full body picture in your mirror", came Lisa's command. Kiara felt chills down her spine. She and her friends had shared hundreds, if not thousands, of pictures of themselves, sometimes wanting to share a cute outfit they were wearing, or showing themselves in front of an interesting landmark. Yet somehow this felt so much different. She was wearing something she considered shameful on her neck, showing it in a full body picture was something she didn't want to do. But she had been commanded to, and that also made it different from other occasions.

She went to her closet mirror and admired herself there. She was wearing her loose shorts, like she often did in her room, and a tank top. She thought the collar looked cute on her neck, and her hair, arranged in a ponytail, made her look young. She hesitated as she held her phone in front of her. She quickly snapped a picture of herself in the mirror, trying to look innocent, even though she was wearing a collar and a tag like a dog. Or more precisely, like a slave.

Not wanting to give the act much thought, for she feared that over-thinking it would prevent her from sending the picture, she quickly selected the picture from the gallery and hit the Send button. It was done, she thought. Whatever her friends thought of the picture, at least she had gone through with her instructions. 

As she waited for any of her friends' replies, since now it was clear that her friends were also waiting for Kiara's response, she contemplated sinking to her knees and playing with herself, as she had done the day before. And the day before that. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she could feel the desire rising up in her. Something not unusual but certainly not as usual, either.

Her train of thought was interrupted when a new messaged arrived, and she quickly tapped her phone to read it. "Excited much?", came the reply from Jenny. Then, quickly another one, "Your nipples look hard as rocks". Kiara was horrified. She was wearing a very thin tank top, alongside a very thin bra. Her nipples were poking through the fabric, hard as rocks, just as Jenny had commented. In her haste she had not noticed it, and she had neglected to review the picture she wanted to send, for fear of not having the courage to send it. That had been a mistake, she thought.

"Dogs get excited when they obey", Lisa noted. Kiara felt completely embarrassed now, she could feel her cheeks burning. Before she wanted to sink to her knees and play with her pussy but now she wanted nothing more than to climb on her bed and bury herself in her pillows. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling stupid for not noticing her hard nipples before. Feeling stupid for not putting and end to this unfair treatment her friends were giving her lately. And feeling stupid for a multitude of other things.

"Well are you?", wrote Jenny. Kiara thought to say that she was just cold, but she didn't think her friends would believe her. She also had to admit, even if only to herself, that she was in fact excited. About wearing her collar, with the tag on it, and about obeying her friends' commands. Her knees trembled as she considered her next action.

She sank to her knees, then, watching herself in her mirror. Her heart was pounding now. Her nipples were hard enough, but she pinched them through the fabric to make sure they were still poking through. In a blur, she snapped a picture of herself kneeling in front of her mirror and sent it to her friends. She felt a rush when she saw the picture uploading, and wondered if she could still cancel it. Quickly enough, the picture was sent and there was nothing she could do about it. "I am", she wrote after her picture.

Kiara couldn't believe what she had just done. She had sent a fairly lewd picture of herself to her friends. They hadn't even commanded her to, she had done it on a whim. She thought that she should masturbate there and then. And make it quick. She hoped that, after an orgasm, her excitement would dissipate and she wouldn't do more stupid things.

She took her hand to her crotch, caressing her pussy over her panties. She was wet, she noted. But that she already suspected. Her hard nipples had been a dead giveaway. She was gently rubbing herself through her panties when she heard a new message arrive. Her first thought was to ignore the message and continue with her activity, for she was much too aroused to do anything else. But she also didn't want to leave her friends waiting. After all, weren't dogs supposed to come running at their owner's call?

"That's more like it", was Lisa's reply. And then, "you look really cute in your last picture".

"Kneeling really suits you", added Jenny. 

Kiara felt a surge of joy at her friends' compliments. For some reason she had been expecting her friends to humiliate her for her pictures. But why should they? She was being obedient, and a good dog. Even if she wasn't a dog, really. She was just playing along, she knew that. She moved her hand to her pussy again, holding her phone with the other. Right then another message arrived.

"Kiara, when was the last time you touched yourself?", wrote Lisa. Kiara stood frozen, hand beneath her shorts. What kind of question was that?, she thought. Kiara and her friends had known each other for years. They shared many things and, as such, kept very few secrets between them. Sexuality was not one of them. Her friends understood, and practiced, masturbation, she knew as much. How often they did it, she couldn't tell, nor had she ever been inclined to inquire about it. She also knew that her friends were aware that she masturbated and, for that matter, that she was a virgin.

Lisa's question, however, came unexpected. A little too accusative, perhaps, or a bit intrusive. Kiara's first thought was to lie. She planned to say she had touched herself sometime in the past week, trying to keep it vague, but she felt dirty as she was about to begin typing her response. She had lied to her friends the day before, and she had payed dearly for it. She shouldn't lie to her friends, she concluded.

Maybe she could get away with a small lie, and say she had touched herself on Sunday. No one would know the difference. And, after all, it was true that she had touched herself that day. But that was not Lisa's question. She was asking about the last time. And the last time wasn't on Sunday. Nor was it on Monday, for that matter. The last time was right then, as she knelt in front of her mirror with a hand beneath her shorts. Her fingers trembled as she typed her response. She had never felt so nervous.

"Right now...", finally managed to type Kiara. Kiara couldn't tell then if she was more nervous or aroused. She was about to return her attention to her pussy, which she now felt was on fire, when she saw that Lisa was typing a message. Kiara was sick with anticipation.

"Dogs don't do that without permission", finally came the message from Lisa. Kiara felt her heart sink. What was Lisa saying? That she couldn't masturbate? Without permission? And from whom? From Lisa, obviously, she mused. But then what if she said no? What was the point of going through all the humiliating activities if she couldn't masturbate to the thought of it at night?

"Hands off, Kiara", added Jenny. Reading that, Kiara instantly removed her hand from beneath her shorts. She felt extremely frustrated. She had been very close to her orgasm, and now she had stopped because her friends had told her to.

"Please", wrote Kiara to the group. "Can I finish?", she asked. A couple of minutes passed without a reply, and she added, "I was so close...". A reply came quickly, then.

"I said hands off", repeated Jenny, seemingly exasperated by Kiara's insistence. Kiara pouted. Why were her friends like that? What difference did it make if she came or not? She had been so close. She shouldn't have admitted she was masturbating right then, she thought. She waited there, kneeling in front of her mirror, hoping that Lisa would chime in. After all, even if Jenny had said no, maybe Lisa had other ideas. 

Lisa was writhing on her bed, the ecstasy of her orgasm engulfing every part of her body. She knew Kiara had been left frustrated, unable to finish what she had started. The thought had made Lisa's orgasm even more delicious. She had taken a chance before, when she posed her question to Kiara. She had seen Kiara's protruding nipples in the first picture she sent, the one she took standing, and she realized Kiara was aroused by her submission. But once she'd seen Kiara on her knees, she knew Kiara was either masturbating or was planning to. The little freak had freely admitted to it, too.

Kiara waited for perhaps 15 or 20 minutes in front of her mirror. Lisa's saving message never arrived. Or any other message, for that matter. She saw herself in the mirror, kneeling there with her collar and her slave tag. She knew there was nothing really stopping her from masturbating. By her own estimation, a few seconds of playing with her pussy would have been enough to bring her to the orgasm she much desired.

But she didn't. She let out a sigh before getting back on her feet, she took her collar off and returned it to its hiding place. She felt really powerless, then. After all the humiliation she had endured for her friends the past couple of days, now she couldn't even have some relief by herself. She hopped on her bed and wished she fell asleep fast. That night she dreamed of sex.

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Chapter 5

When Kiara woke up she had only one word on her mind. Frustration. She could not recall her dream, for dreams often seem to dissipate the moment we wake up, but she knew she had been dreaming about sex. She was hot and bothered. She wished she had the time to do something about it, but she had to get ready for school.

The events of the previous night came flooding back into her mind then, when she remembered that Lisa had told her dogs didn't masturbate without permission. She covered her face with her pillow, as if that would wash away the shame of what she had done. She shouldn't have admitted that she was masturbating, she thought. She shouldn't have sent that kneeling picture, for that matter. Her friends had not even ordered her to do it, she had done it on a whim because she had been very horny. How could she face her friends now?

For a moment she thought about telling her parents that she didn't feel so well, and for that reason she couldn't go to school. Had that ever worked before? She didn't think it ever had. Even if her lie was successful, then what? She would have to see her friends the day after. Would she claim to be feeling ill that day as well? That was a silly idea.

She took a moment to check her cellphone, then, and was surprised to see there weren't any new messages in her Dog Training group. She felt a strange feeling in her chest, and it was a while before she realized that the feeling she was experiencing was disappointment. She had been expecting new messages from her friends. Perhaps a new order from Lisa, or a derogatory comment from Hollie. But instead she had nothing.

She decided not to press the issue, since she didn't want her friends to think that she was craving their humiliation. It was one thing to passively accept their treatment, but it would be an entirely different thing to actually go looking for it. She got out of her bed, ready to start her day.

As she was showering, and she had the chance to caress her own body, she wondered again if she had enough time to masturbate before going to school. She couldn't recall ever masturbating in the morning, or at least not when she had school. The memory eluded her then, but it was entirely possible that she had sometimes masturbated on a Sunday morning. But on a school day? Not once. She liked to take her time, never one to rush things when she was feeling horny.

She concluded that she didn't have enough time to masturbate, or she would be late for school. It was a moot point anyway, she thought, because Jenny and Lisa had said that dogs didn't do that without permission. She became very anxious then, when she realized what that entailed. Did Jenny and Lisa really expect Kiara not to masturbate again? Ever? Or more precisely, did they expect her to ask for permission when she wanted to do it? There was no way she would humiliate herself by asking permission to do something so personal, so private.

She resolved then, that she would go weeks, even months if need be, without masturbating. Just so that she wouldn't have to debase herself in front of her friends. She was sure that the novelty of treating her like a slave would wear off soon, perhaps in a week or two. When that happened, her relationship with her friends would return to normal, and she would be free to masturbate at her leisure.

A new thought popped up in her mind, and a very worrying one at that. She wouldn't ask her own friends for permission to masturbate, of that she was sure. But what if her friends asked, or rather, commanded her to masturbate? After all, if they had the authority to decide whether or not she could masturbate, wouldn't it make sense for them to also have the authority to make her masturbate?

Kiara wasn't sure how she would react to such a thing happening. All she could do right then was hope her friends weren't perverted enough to try it. If they did, then she would have to refuse. She did have limits to how far she would go, she mused. She also noted that her day hadn't even started yet and she was already deeply conflicted about the new situations she was finding herself in. Perhaps being a slave wasn't as easy as she had originally thought.

She finished readying herself for school and, before hopping on her mother's car, she checked her phone to see if her friends had sent any new messages. She didn't find any, and she pouted.

Kiara found Hollie sitting by herself near the entrance. Her other friends hadn't arrived yet, she thought, as otherwise Hollie would be with them. Kiara relished the opportunity to spend time with her best friend, without Jenny and Lisa. She knew, first and foremost, that her friends wouldn't bring up her new situation while they were at school. Perhaps they had collectively decided not to embarrass Kiara there, for fear of attracting unwanted attention from teachers, or their parents.

She also knew that Hollie was much less likely to bully her when Jenny and Lisa weren't around. As such, the two girls chatted amicably, without the subject of slavery coming up. Kiara was thankful for a small respite. Hollie told her all about the boy she had gone on a date with, the previous night. Kiara had heard about the boy before, though she had not met him yet, since he was from another high school.

Lisa met with them, followed shortly afterwards by Jenny, and the gang was again complete. Still, the subject of her submission wasn't brought up. Neither did the subject of the shameful thing she had done the night before, for which Kiara was thankful. Earlier, she had been worried sick about having to face her friends and now the thought didn't even cross her mind. They had more important things to discuss, like Hollie's date or their friend Rachel's constant quarrels with one of their classmates.

Her school day went by without incident. At times she was reminded of her sore ass when she sat at her desk but, other than that, her life was as normal as any teenage girl's. School was quickly becoming her favorite place to be, she mused, since it was the one place where she could be safe from her friends, as if protected by a spell that prevented her submission from manifesting there.

There were times during the day when she felt compelled to ask her friends what they had meant when they said dogs didn't masturbate without permission. But to do so was to risk breaking the spell that protected her at school. What if her friends decided that humiliating Kiara at school was fair game after all? There was no reason to expose herself like that. She could wait until school was over or, better yet, until she was safely back in her room.

Thus, after her last class she found herself at the entrance, saying goodbye to her friends. Today she would be riding the bus back home early, as her friends had other things to do. It was not every day that the girls went out somewhere after school, and today was not one of those days. As she was riding the bus back home, her first thought was that she was glad she didn't have to go out her friends again, and risk being humiliated. With the memory of what had happened the night before so fresh, who knows what Lisa and Jenny might have said about it. Not to mention that Hollie, who had been busy and so had missed the ordeal, had yet to comment on it.

After a while, though, she lamented that she didn't even have the chance to prove to Lisa that she had been obedient. She was carrying her collar with her, safely hidden inside her bag, but Lisa had not even asked her about it. What was the point of being obedient if you weren't praised for it? It was true that she was glad she didn't have to endure her friends' humiliation in front of her classmates, but there were times during the day when she and her friends had relative privacy, away from other people's ears. And yet the subject of her collar had never been brought up.

Once in her room, she took the time to check her cellphone and was excited to see she had a new message in her Dog Training group. She tapped on the group and her excitement turned to disappointment when she saw that it was only a "lol" from her friend Hollie. No order from Lisa? No comment on her slave tag? Or her nipples? She felt frustrated then, and she remembered how frustrated she had been in the morning.

By night she had almost accepted that her submission to her friends was a thing of the past, when she received a message from Lisa.

"How's your ass?", Lisa asked.

"A little sore", replied Kiara. Then, feeling that it was proper etiquette to also inquire about her friend, she added. "How was your class?".

"It was fine", came the reply from Lisa. Then, "I hope you understand the need for discipline. It was not because I wanted to hurt you but because I didn't want you to lie to us".

Kiara didn't understand why it seemed that Lisa was apologizing. Perhaps she felt guilty about the severe belting she had given her the day before. If anything, she thought, it was Hollie who had to apologize. Hollie had been the most vicious of the three, even goading that the activity had been "so much fun".

"I'm sorry for lying", offered Kiara. She had been sorry, even before the prospect of discipline had been brought to the table. In fact, she mused, she had been the one to admit she had lied. She thought to state so but she didn't want Lisa to think she was reproaching her.

"That's fine, at least you learned something", said Lisa. "Did you touch yourself today?".

Kiara's eyes went wide as she read Lisa's last message. She had feared such a question all day, specially when they were at school, but she had also been waiting for the opportunity to ask Lisa to clarify the situation. She had resolved that she wasn't going to ask Lisa or Jenny for permission, or even bring up the subject, but now Lisa had given her the opportunity to ask what exactly she had meant when she said dogs didn't masturbate without permission.

"No", she admitted. In the morning she had been dying to play with herself but throughout the day she had been busy, and so she had forgotten about it. Now, however, she could feel desire slowly building up between her thighs. She added, "Why do dogs need permission?". As she saw Lisa typing her response, she could feel her cheeks burning.

"A good trained dog does as her owner wishes", came the explanation from Lisa. "Just like a good trained dog goes potty outside, because her owner wishes so", she added. Then, perhaps not to excessively demean Kiara, she added "I mean real dogs, of course".

Nonetheless, the comparison made Kiara flush with humiliation. For an instant she thought it was best to put down her phone and prevent the conversation from going down the path where it was going. But she didn't. "And you don't wish it...", said Kiara.

"I don't wish what?", asked Lisa, not understanding what Kiara had meant.

"That your dog does that", Kiara replied, trying to avoid the word. Earlier she had decided never to ask for permission to masturbate and now that the subject was being discussed, she was afraid to even utter the word. Or rather, to type it.

"Does what?", said Lisa. Lisa understood then what Kiara had meant, but she decided to play dumb because she wanted to force Kiara to say the word she had just avoided.

Kiara's hands trembled as she typed her response. "Masturbate", she finally said. She covered her face with her pillow, hoping that, by some astronomical stroke of luck, Lisa's phone battery died just then. Perhaps she could still be spared the humiliation.

"How can you know that if you haven't asked?", replied Lisa.

Despite Kiara's earlier commitment to herself, she found she wanted to ask her friend Lisa for permission to play with herself. After all, she had been very close to an orgasm the night before, but she hadn't been able to finish. And now, after a few humiliating exchanges with her friend, she was feeling horny again. 

"Well, can I?", asked Kiara. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she tapped on the Send button. What had she done? Could she still erase the message? She wasn't sure if deleting the message on her end would mean Lisa wouldn't be able to read it, on her end. It didn't matter, since Lisa's reply arrived very quickly.

"No", came the reply from Lisa, and Kiara's heart sank. "I guess you were right", Lisa added. Kiara could almost hear Lisa's giggles, as she was sure Lisa was having fun with the situation. Kiara had just asked her friend for permission to masturbate and, in doing so, had only increased her own arousal. Lisa's refusal had hit her like a bucket of cold water. It was not that she had lost her arousal, as a bucket of cold water would usually lead to, but she had come to the realization that she had done an unthinkable thing.

In a way she was kind of glad Lisa had not given her permission. If she had, would Kiara really masturbate knowing that she was doing so with Lisa's approval? Not to mention the fact that Lisa would be aware that she was doing the thing right then. How could she concentrate at all?

On the other hand, she was horny. Really horny now. She feared that her arousal would make her beg Lisa for permission to touch herself, and to avoid that she quickly typed "Okay" into her phone. The deed was done. She had asked for permission to masturbate, and she had been denied. That was that. There was no reason to press the issue.

Lisa surprised her by changing the subject then, and she realized the opportunity to beg had passed. She didn't want to sound desperate, although the word would aptly describe her situation. She knew, however, that once her friends decided to put her submission aside, it was best to leave it at that. As such, she chatted with Lisa about other things, all the while feeling her pussy on fire.

The next morning, Kiara woke up again with frustration ringing in her mind. Had she dreamed about sex again? She couldn't recall. But the events from the previous night were enough, as it were, to have her frustrated. She checked her phone and, seeing new messages in her Dog Training group, became anxious. The day before she had lamented not seeing any but now that there were some, she was nervous.

Kiara's blood drained from her face when she read the messages. Lisa had sent a screenshot showing Kiara asking for permission to masturbate, afterwards writing "Told you she would ask". Kiara wasn't sure which of her friends Lisa was addressing, perhaps both. She felt exposed. She had believed her conversation with Lisa to be private, but clearly Lisa considered that Jenny and Hollie also had a say in the matter.

She wondered, then, if she had asked Jenny for permission, would the outcome had been the same? Perhaps Jenny would have allowed her to play with herself. What about Hollie? Hollie was a bit mischievous and cruel, she mused, asking her for permission to masturbate was surely a bad idea. Kiara felt deeply embarrassed by the situation. She was sure her friends would think she was a disgusting pervert. The subject of sex had been discussed by her friends in the past, but never had one of them been so bold as to ask for permission to masturbate. Or indeed to announce that they wanted to. 

She felt like her life was spiraling out of control. Just days before, she had been a normal girl, with normal friends and a normal friendship. Granted, she had always been the quiet and shy one from the group, oftentimes feeling like her friends took her opinion very little into consideration, if at all. Now, however, it seemed that her friends believed that they had some sort of authority over her, as if she was their slave. It had happened because she had let it happen, she knew that. There were many times when she had the opportunity to speak up and, hopefully, put an end to the situation. Yet, she hadn't. Why? Because she had been shy, she thought. Could she still put an end to it? Did she even want to?

She got ready for school and, before leaving her house, she checked her Dog Training group to find new messages from Jenny and Hollie, respectively, "You were right" and "lol". Her friends knew about her perversions now. There was no turning back, she thought. And yet when the time came for Kiara to meet up with her friends at school, the subject of her submission was never brought up. They never accused her of being a pervert who had gotten aroused while chatting with Lisa. And they never reminded her that she was their dog, their slave.

During the day she chatted with her friends about the most mundane of things, but in the back of her mind she thought they were judging her. However, no accusation was ever put forth.

In the evening she tried to keep her mind occupied, both because she didn't want to remember her humiliation from the previous night, and also because she didn't want to remember that she needed an orgasm. She had been changed, she thought, by the events of the past couple of days. Before, she could easily go days, even weeks, without masturbating. She could remember at least one instance when she had gone on vacation with her family and, lacking privacy, she had gone a few weeks without an orgasm. That had been easy. But then again, she hadn't been commanded not to masturbate by anyone, so the situation wasn't the same.

She was reading one of her favorite books when she heard a new message arrive on her Dog Training group. She froze. What humiliation awaited her in that message? Should she even check it, or continue reading her book? The book in her hands she had read twice now but, wanting something to distract her mind, she was reading it again. On the other hand, the message was waiting for her. Or, rather, her friends were probably waiting for her reply. She thought it was bad for a dog to leave her owner waiting.

"Aren't you going to ask for permission today?", asked Hollie. Kiara knew she could always count on Hollie to bully and humiliate her. Before, she could have considered the idea. If she had been chatting with Lisa, or even Jenny, about the subject, it was possible that she would have asked for permission to touch herself. But now? With Hollie's humiliation cutting so deep? There was no way.

"No", replied a slightly exasperated Kiara. She put down her phone and continued reading her book. She was almost at her favorite chapter, anyway.

"You sure?", insisted Hollie. That made Kiara cringe. She had already considered the possibility of her friends commanding her to masturbate, and she felt like Hollie was on the verge of doing just that. Her heart was racing.

"Don't pressure her", came the message from Jenny. Kiara fell her chest fill with joy. Jenny had come to her defense, in a way. Kiara could almost imagine Hollie pouting, and that made Kiara smile. Since no new messages arrived, Kiara finished reading three more chapters of her book and went to bed early.

Hollie didn't send another message, as she was a little hurt that Jenny had put an end to her bullying. Why couldn't she also humiliate Kiara? She had as much authority over their dog, as Lisa liked to call Kiara, as they did. Furthermore, Kiara was her best friend, didn't that make her more entitled to dominate her? She would have to be more dominant towards Kiara whenever she had the chance to be alone with her, away from Jenny and Lisa's attention.


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Chapter 6

"Bring your tag", was the only message Kiara found in her Dog Training group. It was becoming an every morning thing, checking her cellphone for new messages in that group. When she found none, she felt disappointed. Yet when she did find a new message, she felt helpless; like her friends had collectively decided this was the new normal. They were bossing her around, and she was going along with it.

She was conflicted because at times she felt content with obeying her friends. She remembered the bliss she had felt when her friend Lisa had held her in an embrace after her punishment. The punishment itself had been awful, but afterwards she had felt good. Before leaving for school, she put both her collar and tag in her bag, taking care to leave them securely hidden in the bottom of her bag.

She met with her friends at the end of school and together they decided to hit the mall, as they all wanted to see the new movie everyone was talking about. Kiara wasn't particularly excited to watch the film, always more interested in romantic comedies herself, but she couldn't pass an opportunity to spend time with her friends. Something had changed, though, in the previous week and it made her feel uneasy. It was precisely at the mall where she had endured humiliation after humiliation from her friends, and her relationship with them was somehow different because of it.

"Let me see your tag", said Lisa once they were in Jenny's car. Kiara had, of course, obeyed Lisa when she had asked her to bring the tag with her to school. The fact that Lisa had not commented on it all day had bothered Kiara a bit. After all, what was the point of being obedient if you weren't praised for it? Now Lisa had inquired about it and Kiara had the opportunity to prove that she was a good girl. Kiara rummaged through her bag and quickly procured the tag, putting it on Lisa's hand afterwards.

"This is really cute", commented Lisa. "Where did you get it?".

"Um", Kiara hesitated, "it was a gift from the girl from the goth store".

"An admirer?", asked Hollie. Kiara wasn't sure if Hollie was teasing her. Was she implying that the goth girl was hitting on Kiara?

"I think she misunderstood when we bought the collar for the project", explained Kiara as best as she could understand the situation.

"Did you thank her?", Jenny chimed in.

"Yes, of course", answered Kiara, unsure if she was being judged by her friends.

"We could stop by the goth store before the movie", said Jenny.

"Um, why?", asked Kiara.

"Because I didn't get to thank her", replied Jenny.

A bit later, the girls made it to the mall. Kiara was nervous all the way. Why did Jenny want to talk to the goth store clerk? She remembered how nervous she had been when they bought the collar. So why would she want to talk to her again? Furthermore, she wished to keep the new dynamic that was blossoming between she and her friends private. Discussing it with the clerk might mean the inclusion of other people into it, which she didn't like.

"You guys go ahead and buy the tickets", said Jenny, addressing Lisa and Hollie, "we'll stop by the goth store". With that, the gang split into two groups, Lisa and Hollie heading for the movie theater, Jenny and Kiara heading for the goth store. Kiara was as nervous as she had been on her first day of school. It was lucky that they found the store empty. If she had been truly lucky, she thought, the goth girl wouldn't be working today, but there she was. The girl seemed to recognize the duo as they approach her.

"Hello, may I help you?", asked the goth store clerk.

"Hi, I just wanted to stop by and thank you for the gift you gave my friend the other day", replied Jenny. 

"Ah, it was just a small gift, I hope you liked it", said the store clerk. She continued, "I wasn't sure if I was reading things right".

"Well, sort of", admitted Jenny. "It's kind of a new thing for us. I'm Jenny, by the way", said Jenny as she reached her hand to meet the clerk's.

"Mandy", replied the clerk. "And this cutie?".

"This is Kiara", replied Jenny before Kiara had the chance to do so herself. Kiara was becoming increasingly embarrassed by the situation. Here she was, talking to the girl who believed her to be Jenny's slave. Worse, Jenny was now talking on her behalf, which would only exacerbate the misunderstanding. The store clerk, Mandy, flashed her a smile.

"She doesn't talk much", said Mandy. "Did you train her this way?".

"No, she's always been like that", joked Jenny. Then she asked what she really went to the store to ask, "so are you into it?".

"Oh, not really", replied Mandy. "My best friend is, though", she continued, "so I'm familiar with the scene and I've been to the club a few times".

"A club?", asked a curious Jenny.

"Well it's like a private club where they hold themed parties. Don't think you could attend, though", Mandy explained. Kiara's imagination went wild. People held parties? With slaves? Or dogs? Or whatever it was that people like Kiara were called. And just what did they do at these parties? Did they get the belt like she had done a few days ago?

"Sounds interesting", admitted Jenny.

"I mean I could ask my friend", offered Mandy. "Can't promise you anything though".

"I'd really appreciate it", replied Jenny. "We're still learning", explained Jenny, "actually I'm unsure how to properly thank you for the gift".

Mandy gave her a smirk. "Do you mean, how does a slave show gratitude?". Kiara froze. She hated when her friends gave her such explicit labels. She felt like their new relationship was something subtle that shouldn't ever be mentioned. Saying it out loud felt wrong. Now Mandy was calling her a slave, and Kiara hadn't even been consulted. Yet, she knew her friends had been treating her like one for the past couple of days. Being called a slave rather than a dog didn't make much of a difference. She felt her cheeks starting to burn, and she cast her eyes down. Jenny only nodded.

Mandy continued, "well I've seen my friend get her shoes kissed for her generosity".

"That would be wonderful", replied an excited Jenny. "Kiara get behind the counter and thank Mandy properly", she commanded. 

"I...", Kiara hesitated. What was she supposed to do? Obey? Or refuse? Throughout her recent ordeal she had felt content with following her friends' commands. But doing so in front of a stranger felt so much different. Different and exciting.

"Kiara, hurry up", said Jenny, seemingly exasperated. "We need to get going or we'll miss the movie".

Kiara looked at her friend, then at Mandy. Both were looking back at her, expectantly. This was her new reality, wasn't it? Her friends had come to be in control of her. Had it always been that way?

"Fine", Kiara said, and slowly made her way behind the counter. Her heart was pounding. Was she really going to do it? Get on her knees and kiss another girl's shoes? And in a mall store of all places? Sure, the store was empty except for the three girls. But what if someone arrived just then? She was now in front of Mandy, but she hesitated. She had her eyes down, looking at Mandy's funny boots.

Mandy chuckled. "She needs more training", she said to Jenny.

That was Kiara's call to action. She didn't want to let Jenny down, or embarrass her in front of Mandy. She got on her knees and dared to peek a look at Mandy's face. Mandy flashed her a smile, and moved her right boot forwards, offering it for Kiara to kiss. Kiara did so, getting on all fours to reach Mandy's boot with her mouth. She thought she'd never been so embarrassed. It was only a very small kiss. Kiara had closed her mouth so that very little of her lips made contact with the boot.

Once she had kissed the right boot, Mandy moved her left boot forward, offering it to the prostrate girl before her. Kiara kissed that boot as well, and after she was done she got up and walked back to the other side of the counter. She dared not look at neither Mandy nor Jenny. She felt like her cheeks were burning and she was on the verge of tears.

"Good girl", said Jenny once her friend was by her side. She had enjoyed the display of submission from her friend. It had made her feel powerful. Not the act of bossing Kiara around, that she had always done. But the act of showing her authority over Kiara to this girl, Mandy. Jenny hoped Mandy had been impressed. They exchanged phone numbers afterwards.

Kiara and Jenny walked through the mall, heading for the movie theater. Kiara was in turmoil. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She couldn't bear to look at any of the people who passed her by. What if they had seen her? Seen the shameful thing she had done at the goth store? She tried to keep her eyes down, relying on her friend (or mistress?) Jenny to guide her through the crowd. Finally they met with their friends.

"How did it go?", asked Lisa.

"Good", replied Jenny. "She seemed nice, got her number", she grinned.

"And why are you so flustered?", Hollie asked Kiara, noticing her friend's red cheeks.

"I...um...", Kiara stammered before being interrupted by Jenny.

"I got her to kiss the girl's shoes as a thank you", Jenny explained enthusiastically. The girls giggled.

"Really?", asked an excited Hollie. "That must have been so much fun", she continued.

"Did you like it?", Lisa asked Kiara. Kiara didn't know how to reply. Her friends were looking at her, and she was afraid of giving the wrong answer. What if she said she liked it and her friends took that as a reason to keep humiliating her? On the other hand, what if she said no and her friends got angry at her?

"I liked showing that I was grateful", she finally explained. It was true enough. Her friends giggled.

"Kiara, you're such a freak", teased Hollie, and the girls giggled even more.

Kiara was at a loss for words. She had just admitted she felt good kissing another girl's shoes, what else could she say? Her friends thought she was a freak, and a dog, and a slave. The treatment, she thought, could only get worse. She didn't say anything but was spared further humiliation since Lisa announced that the movie was about to start and they had to get going, only stopping to buy a large bag of popcorn before entering the theater.

Kiara found herself sitting at the very back of the movie theater, next to her friends. Despite being Friday, the theater was quite empty, save for a few couples here and there. It was still early in the afternoon and the horde of teenagers had yet to manifest itself. Kiara preferred it that way. Less chance of people being annoying.

She could hear her friends talking and laughing, mostly discussing the movie they were about to watch, and their expectations of it. She didn't feel like being part of the conversation, instead being embroiled in her own thoughts. What was that rush she had felt after kissing Mandy's boots? Every time her friends humiliated her, she felt good afterwards. Was that what she desired, then? Suddenly, her train of thought was interrupted.

"Kiara, go get more caramel for this popcorn", commanded Lisa, offering the bag of popcorn they had bought. Her friends had already gone through half the bag and the trailers hadn't even started yet. Now the caramel on top of the popcorn was gone and Lisa wanted more. "Hurry Kiara, or you'll miss the trailers", urged Lisa in a more commanding tone.

"Fine", said Kiara, a little bit exasperated. She took the bag of popcorn and made her way out of the theater. She could hear her friends laughing, but if they were laughing at her or at something else, she did not know. She only hoped she made it in time for the start of the movie. The trailers weren't important for her, but she didn't like missing any part of a movie. The long queue wasn't helping, though.

Finally she was walking back to the theater, to her friends. Asking the cashier for more caramel for her popcorn hadn't been easy, but she told herself she didn't want to disappoint Lisa, or any of her friends for that matter. She could hear the sound of the theater, and she hoped it was only the trailers. As she passed people in the front rows, she wondered if they would find it odd that she had gone by herself to run her errand. Teenage girls were notorious for doing everything in pairs or more. She sat next to her friend Lisa, and passed her the bag popcorn, happy to have been useful to their friends. She was also happy because she had not missed the start of the movie.

Lisa called her attention, then, and Kiara realized Lisa was trying to hand her something. It was her collar, with its slave tag. Kiara's eyes went wide. Had Lisa taken the collar and tag from her school bag?

"Put it on", Lisa commanded.

"But... I...", Kiara stammered. She didn't want to wear that shameful thing in public. The collar on its own was bad enough, but with a dog tag bearing the word slave? No way.

"It's dark in here", reasoned Lisa. "Put it on", she insisted, resting the collar in Kiara's hand.

"Fine", said Kiara. Fastening the collar around her neck. Once done, she looked back at her friend Lisa who gave her an approving smile. Kiara felt so good for that, and she couldn't help but smile back. Finally the movie was starting and, for a little while at least, she could forget about everything regarding collars, leashes and slaves. 

"Ah, shit", Kiara heard Hollie exclaim in a hushed voice. The theater was fairly empty, and they were at the very back of it but they still didn't want to make a lot of noise and risk attracting unwanted attention. Hollie had dropped the bag of popcorn, scattering them on the floor between the girls. The girls had almost finished the bag but there was still a considerable mess.

"Kiara, pick up this mess", said Jenny. The girls giggled. Why did she have to pick the popcorn?, Kiara thought. Weren't there people paid to keep the place clean? And why now? The movie was playing. They were about half an hour into the movie and it was starting to get interesting.

"Hurry, Kiara", Lisa urged. "You shouldn't have to be told twice", she added, and Kiara felt her heart sink. Was she failing her friends? Were they mad at her? Were dogs, or slaves, supposed to obey without hesitation? Of course they were, she thought.

"Fine", she replied. She took the empty bag of popcorn that Hollie offered her, and she tried bending from her seat to pick up every popcorn on the floor. But that wouldn't do, she realized. Some of them had landed near her, and those she could easily pick from her seat, but the bulk of the mess was between Hollie's legs. She knew what she had to do.

Kiara got on all fours in front the girls' seats, trying to pick every popcorn she could find. Her friends couldn't stop giggling, Kiara noticed. They seemed to be more preoccupied with the girl picking up popcorn from the floor than with watching the movie. At times they had to move their legs to allow Kiara the freedom of movement or to allow her to pick a stray popcorn. Kiara felt her cheeks starting to burn.

"Careful not to kiss my shoes while you're in there", joked Hollie, and the girls giggled even more. Kiara, already flustered from the humiliation, felt her cheeks burn at Hollie's comment.

Finally, her chore was done. She had picked every popcorn, that she could see anyway, from the floor and put it in the bag. Her hands were sticky, since some of the popcorn still had caramel on them, and who knows what else they had picked on the floor.

"Can I go wash my hands?", she asked, although she didn't know why she was asking for permission.

"Yeah throw the bag in the garbage bin and wash your hands", Lisa allowed.

Kiara made her way to the restrooms, dropping the bag of popcorn in the first garbage bin she found. Her mind was racing. The submissive act she had just performed for her friends was still replaying in her head. She was deeply embarrassed but also somehow content with the situation. As she washed her hands in front of the mirror it hit her. The collar! She was wearing the collar with the slave tag. She had walked all the way to the restrooms wearing that shameful thing. Had someone seen her? She didn't think she had passed many people.

Could she take it off? She thought her friends would be mad at her if she did, but she also didn't want to be seen wearing that thing. She fumbled with the tag and she realized that she could flip it. It was still a shameful collar, and it was still a shameful dog tag she was wearing. But at least the word slave wasn't clearly visible for all to see, and judge.

A little bit happy to see one of her problems solved, or at least partially solved, she made her way back to her friends. She was missing part of the movie because of this. Once inside the theater she flipped her tag back, knowing that it was too dark to be seen by strangers, but her friends could still see it easily from up close. She didn't want to give them the chance to get mad at her. She was about to sit next to her friend Lisa, when Jenny spoke.

"Kiara take this and go buy another bag of popcorn", she instructed.

"Extra caramel", Hollie added, always a sucker for sweet food.

Remembering what Lisa had said earlier, that she shouldn't have to be told twice, Kiara took the money that Jenny offered her and just said "fine". She was about to make her way out of the theater when she heard Lisa.

"Kiara, come back here", she said, sounding serious. Kiara turned back to face her friends. Now what?, she thought.

"You don't say 'fine'", Lisa chastised her, "you say 'yes miss', okay?". Kiara felt like she could cry. Her friend Lisa had just chastised her like she was a child. Or like one of her teachers sometimes did.

"I'm... yes, miss", she managed. It was all she could do not to burst into tears. Focus on the task she had been given. She turned and made her way out of the theater again. Now she couldn't even watch a movie without her friends humiliating her, she thought. There was barely a queue so she didn't have to wait long to buy the popcorn for her friends. She did so and hurried back to them.

Finally, the movie ended. Kiara had missed a few minutes of it, but overall she had enjoyed it. Most of all, she enjoyed spending time with her friends. Or did she? Her friends were increasingly treating her like their slave, and she had yet to come to terms with it.

"Can I take the collar off?", asked Kiara, once the credits had finished and the girls seemed ready to leave.

"Why?", asked Lisa.

"Uh, I don't want to walk around wearing this... please", she pleaded.

"You walked around with it when you went to wash your hands and buy popcorn, didn't you?", asked Lisa. "So what does it matter?", she continued.

Oh shit, Kiara thought. She had forgotten to flip the slave tag when she had bought the popcorn. People had seen her wearing a collar and tag like a slave. And now Lisa wanted her to walk through the mall with it?

"I... um", Kiara stammered.

"Let's just go", Jenny announced, and Kiara knew that was that. Whenever Jenny announced that a decision had been made, the girls usually followed suit. That was the power of the group's leader. With her newfound status, could Kiara even refuse if she wanted?

The girls walked through the mall, heading for the parking lot. They all had things to do and, despite wanting to have more opportunities to humiliate Kiara at the mall, it was time to go to their respective homes. Kiara felt exposed. She was trying to stay behind, but close to, her friends, hoping to avoid attracting attention with the shameful collar she was wearing.

Finally they reached Jenny's car and everyone picked their school bags. Since it wasn't late, they could still take the bus to their own homes. Once in possession of her bag, Lisa had given Kiara permission to take her collar off. Kiara was thankful for it, she didn't think she could ride the bus all the way home wearing that thing. The girls said their goodbyes and headed home.

Later that night, Kiara checked her phone and was surprised to see Lisa, or one of her other friends, had changed the name of the group. It was now called Slave Training. Had Lisa changed her mind? Did she now prefer to call her a slave rather than a dog? Kiara wasn't sure what she preferred herself. Being called a dog felt wrong, sure, but in a way it seemed like a lovely thing to call someone you cared for. Like a boy calling his girlfriend "honey" or "babe", perhaps. And, after all, weren't dogs cared for by their owners?

On the other hand, the word slave felt much more derogatory. Like a word used to keep someone down. Someone who obeys her owner, or mistress, without even the chance to refuse. Kiara felt this word better described the situation that was currently going on with her friends. They were bossing her around, and she was complying. She had even gotten on her knees and kissed another girl's boots. Not to mention that time she got on her knees to pick up the mess Hollie had made when she dropped the bag of popcorn in the movie theater. Being on her knees was becoming increasingly common, she thought. It was the right place for a slave, she mused.

"Fuck", she said to herself. She shouldn't have been thinking about such things. Now she was feeling horny. Should she ask for permission to masturbate? She had promised herself she wouldn't, thinking that it would be too humiliating. But then again, she already had. So what did it matter? Who cared if she debased herself in front of her friends and ask for permission to masturbate?

Her hands trembled as she opened her Slave Training group. This was it, wasn't it? The final admission that she was, in fact, under the control of her friends. They would even control the most intimate part of her. Her sexuality.

"You there?", she typed into her Slave Training group, hoping that it would be Lisa who replied. She considered messaging Lisa in a private conversation but, after Lisa had shared a screenshot of Kiara asking for permission to masturbate, Kiara figured such matters should be discussed directly in the group. She put her phone down, trying to distract herself and was surprised to hear a new message arrived within a few minutes.

"What's up", asked Lisa. Kiara was thankful for that. If it had been Hollie, she probably wouldn't have the courage to ask for permission to masturbate. She was sure Hollie would refuse, anyway.

Kiara had no idea how to even frame her question. Should she just bluntly ask for permission to masturbate? How about permission to play with herself? How does one even go about asking for permission to do such a thing? She could still avoid the situation entirely, she thought. She could say nevermind, or ask her friends what they thought of the movie they had watched. They would never know she was super horny and needed permission to play with her pussy. But that was the point, wasn't it. She was super horny, and she needed release. 

"Can I play?", she finally decided to ask. Her face was burning and her hands were trembling. "With myself", she added to avoid any misunderstanding. She was about to put her phone down but a messaged arrived shortly afterwards. Except it wasn't a message from Lisa.

"You really enjoyed kissing Mandy's boots, huh?", asked Jenny. "Is that what has you all fired up?", she added in another message.

"I liked showing my gratitude", Kiara replied, just as she had stated earlier in the day.

"What do you think, Lisa?", asked Jenny. "Does she deserve it?".

"I think she behaved very well today", replied Lisa after a few minutes. "Maybe a treat is in order", she added in another message, causing Kiara's face to light up. Yes! They were going to let her have pleasure. She needed it badly.

"Put your collar", Jenny commanded. Kiara almost jumped out of her bed, racing to her closet to retrieve the collar from its hiding place. She put it on, wishing it was Lisa who was securing it in place around her neck.
She returned to her bed.

"Done", Kiara wrote to the girls who were commanding her.

"That's not what you're supposed to answer", Lisa said. "Have you forgotten already?". Kiara felt awful. Lisa had told her earlier that she wasn't supposed to say "fine". Instead she was supposed to reply "yes, miss". Was she supposed to reply that in this situation? She hoped this wouldn't make Lisa or Jenny change their minds, and forbid her from playing with herself. Not now that she was so horny.

"I'm sorry", she wrote. Then she tried to correct herself. "I'm sorry, miss", she said in another message, hoping Lisa would approve.

"It's okay", replied Lisa. Then, in another message, "are you horny?". Kiara's eyes went wide. She felt like this was something new. They were entering new, unexplored territory. They were now openly discussing sexuality. They had in the past, sure. Like that one time Jenny confided in them how she had lost her virginity. This felt different, though.

"Yes, miss", she replied.

"What has you so horny?", asked Lisa.

"I've been frustrated, miss", she replied. "I was very close to an orgasm the other day... but I couldn't finish", she added, hoping her friends (or mistresses?) didn't think she was reproaching them.

"If you want to play with yourself you have to do so on your knees", explained Lisa.

"Yes, miss", replied Kiara.

"Go", commanded Lisa.

"Yes, miss", replied Kiara before jumping out of her bed. She needed no more encouragement, as she was super horny now. She went to look at herself on her closet mirror. She was dressed like she usually did in her bedroom at night, loose shorts and a tank top. She got on her knees, her heart racing. Her hand darted beneath her shorts. She was soaking wet, she noticed. The sensation was unreal.

As she was enjoying the pleasure of her hand rubbing her clitoris, she heard a new message arrive. She quickly maneuvered her phone with her other hand, knowing that a slave shouldn't keep her owners waiting.

"Let's see you", Jenny had written. Kiara felt the blood drain from her face. What? Did Jenny want to see her masturbating? Maybe Jenny only wanted to see her on her knees, wearing her collar, she mused. She took her hand out of her shorts and quickly snapped a picture of herself kneeling in front of her mirror. The picture revealed nothing, other than the fact that she was wearing a collar and she was on her knees. Not overly lewd, she thought. She sent the picture and returned her attention to her pussy, which she now felt was on fire.

"Do you play with your pussy with telekinesis?", joked Jenny. "I said let's see you", she wrote in another message.

"Fuck", Kiara thought. Maybe Jenny did want to see her masturbating. What could she do? She wasn't trying to look for ways to disobey her friends. But she was also not very comfortable with sharing such intimate parts of her. She decided to play it safe. She snapped a picture of herself, identical to the previous one, save for the fact that she had kept her hand beneath her shorts. The new picture still revealed nothing, but it was clear now that she was playing with herself.

"Very good", replied Jenny after Kiara had sent the new picture. "Having fun, I see", she added.

That put Kiara over the edge. Her friends had seen her masturbating. It hadn't been explicit, the picture only revealed that she had her hand under her shorts. If you paid close attention, you could see her nipples were rock hard, slightly protruding from beneath her thin tank top. But other than that, the picture didn't reveal her intimate parts. Still, they had known she was playing with her pussy. She had even asked for permission to do so.

It was too much for the submissive teenager. Her body exploded in ecstasy, shooting waves of pleasure all over her body. It took a few minutes for her high to come down. It had been easily the best orgasm of her life, and it was thanks to her friends treating her like a slave, she knew as much. Finally she had the presence of mind to reply to her friend.

"I did, miss", she said. "I finished already". Now that her sexual frustration had been sated, she didn't know how to feel about the situation. She felt a little bit ashamed, like she had done something bad. She had never drank in her life, at least not enough to actually have a hangover, but she thought maybe this was what it felt like. Were moral hangovers a thing? Was she having one right now?

"That's good, Kiara", Lisa replied. "But in the future you will ask for permission to orgasm, understand?", she added.

She had to ask for permission to masturbate and permission to cum? Kiara thought. Wasn't that too much? It felt like she didn't have much control left. Being a slave was hard, that much was clear. But it also was exciting, she admitted.

"Yes, miss", replied Kiara, knowing that it was what Lisa expected. Kiara took her collar off and hid it in her closet, and climbed on her bed afterwards. She was exhausted. She quickly fell asleep, in post orgasmic bliss.

For their part, both Jenny and Lisa had enjoyed powerful orgasms of their own and, as they had been busy with their own pleasure, they had not sent any other messages. Dominating Kiara was proving to be very fun and exciting, they couldn't wait to further escalate the dominant/submissive relationship. Jenny was sure that Mandy's friend could give them some pointers, perhaps even invite them to the so-called "club" Mandy had mentioned.

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Chapter 7

Kiara woke up late in the morning, relishing the opportunity that the weekend gave her. It had been a tough week. An unfortunate series of events and circumstances had made Kiara the target of a vicious new treatment by her own friends. It had all started innocently enough, with her best friend Hollie making jokes about her being a slave, and the rest of her friends had followed. Worse, she had come to enjoy it.

The memories of the previous night came flooding to her mind and she felt ashamed. She had asked her friends for permission to play with herself and they had granted it. She had even sent a picture with her hand inside her shorts, leaving no doubt as to what she was doing. They must have thought she was a pervert, Kiara thought. She covered her face with her pillow, trying to forget her shame.

She checked her phone, then, and found a new private message from Hollie. "Enjoyed yourself light night?", the message said. Kiara had enjoyed herself, of that she was sure, but she was still coming to terms with the new situation. Her friends were in control of her now, she knew.

"I did", Kiara wrote back. "Are you grossed out?", she added in another message. Hollie was Kiara's best friend, she didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. What if Hollie decided that Kiara was too much of a pervert to be invited to her house ever again? Now that Hollie was seeing a boy, the pair hadn't spend much time together, at least not like before, but she still couldn't bear to think of losing her best friend. Kiara put her phone down and went down to the kitchen, looking for breakfast.

When Kiara came back to her room, she found a reply from Hollie. "No, I think it's fun", Hollie had written. Kiara let out a sigh of relief. At least her best friend wasn't disgusted by the events of the previous night. Now that both girls were up and aware of the other being on their phones, the two girls chatted like they hadn't done in a while, but the subject of her submission or her recent masturbation escapade wasn't brought up.

Kiara knew that Hollie was much less likely to bully her when Lisa and Jenny weren't around. She figured that Hollie only liked humiliating her in front of the rest of her friends for show, and so it made little sense for Hollie to make jokes about her when they were by themselves. Hollie was also much more interested in talking about the boy she had been seeing and, in fact, she had seen the night before. As such, the girls spent the morning talking about other things, and for a while Kiara could forget all about her newfound submission.

The weekend passed in a blur. The girls had all been busy and, for one reason or another, there hadn't been much interaction between them. She was beginning to think that the whole slavery thing had run its course. The novelty of treating her like a slave was sure to wear off soon, she thought.

On Monday morning, she was beaming. The girls hadn't treated her like a slave for two days. There were no demeaning comments, no calling her a dog or a slave, no mention of her masturbation escapade, other than that one question from Hollie, nothing. She was sure she would get her old status back, whatever that was. She had always been the meek and shy one, but at least they didn't have her kissing people's shoes before.

She found Lisa outside of school, sitting by herself on a bench and looking at her phone. Kiara became suddenly nervous as she approached her, remembering that Lisa had seen her masturbating, at least in a way. She tried to keep the thought out of her mind, knowing that since they were at school, Lisa wouldn't comment on it. At school she was safe from her slave status. Or so she thought.

After a few minutes, they were joined by Jenny. "Move over, Kiara", said Jenny, "I want to sit on the dry side". The girls, Lisa and Kiara, were sitting on a bench that normally had a capacity for about 6 people but the better part of it was wet and dirty, allowing only two people to sit, maybe three if they were squeezed tight.

"But it's dirty", replied a mortified Kiara.

"Then stand up and let me sit", ordered an impatient Jenny.

Kiara was a turmoil of emotions. She had believed herself to be safe from the slave treatment at school, at least that had been the case until now. Was this normal Jenny behavior, then? As the leader of the group, she had always been authoritative and commanding, specially towards Kiara.

"Um... sorry", said Kiara demurely. She rose from the bench, allowing her dominant friend to sit beside Lisa. Both of her friends gave her a smile, clearly pleased at her display of submission, then chatted between the two as if Kiara wasn't there.

Kiara was flushed with embarrassment. She discretely looked around her, hoping no one had seen the curious exchange between the girls. She had given up her place on the bench to her friend. Was that a slave thing to do? Or was it a friend thing? In any case, no one was looking at her and that meant no one had seen it happen. For all everyone knew, Kiara had arrived after Jenny and so she had to be the one to stand, or else risk getting her ass soiled by the dirty bench. A few minutes later, Hollie joined them and together they headed off to class.

Throughout the school day, Kiara couldn't keep from her mind what had happened at the bench. It had been a simple gesture, letting Jenny take her place at the bench so she didn't have to stand, but it had made her feel really submissive. Was that what slaves were supposed to do? Serve their owners so they could lead a comfortable life? She found that she wasn't bothered by having given up her seat. If anything, she had felt content with being useful to her friends. The only thing she didn't particularly like was the fact that it had occurred in a public place. Perhaps she would have to talk to her friends and convince them that public displays of submission were out of her comfort zone.

She met with her friends near the entrance, once her classes were over. Leaving school, she felt unsafe, like she was leaving behind her only protection. Who knew what her friends had in mind? The mall? Lisa's house? Or the pizza place they liked? It was Monday, and that meant 2x1 in pizza slices, so that was the obvious choice. In reality, any place that wasn't school was unsafe for her, as she knew her friends would take the opportunity to demean and humiliate her. The girls made their way to the parking lot, looking for Jenny's car. They seemed to have decided in favor of pizza even before Kiara was there.

"Did you touch yourself over the weekend?", asked Lisa once the four girls were in Jenny's car. Kiara froze. What kind of question was that? Her friends were looking at her, expectantly.

"I... no, I didn't", Kiara managed to say, feeling her cheeks starting to get hot.

"Really now?", asked an incredulous Hollie. "You seemed like you were having fun the other day", she added, trying to embarrass Kiara.

"I bet she relieved a lot of tension that day", Jenny chimed in, humor in her voice. Kiara didn't know what to say, she was looking at her hands, which she had placed on her knees. It was all true. She'd had fun the last time she had masturbated, and it had been a huge relief. If she hadn't masturbated over the weekend, it was because she had been busy. The fact that her friends had not humiliated her, and therefore hadn't given her reason to get aroused, was also present in her mind but she wouldn't admit to that.

"I...", she started. "I was busy and I didn't have the chance and I...".

"That's fine, we believe you", Lisa interrupted her. "Kiara, look at me", continued Lisa, and Kiara raised her eyes to meet hers, "slaves don't touch themselves, do you understand? Not without permission".

"I understand", Kiara managed to reply, before looking at her hands again. She had never been the type of assertive person to confront and look at other people in the eye, and she sure as hell wasn't going to start now. Not when her friend was telling her that she was a slave and, because of that, she didn't have the right to touch herself.

It seemed unfair to Kiara, why couldn't she enjoy sexual pleasure? What was so bad about it? Everyone enjoyed it, didn't they? At least, she knew her friends enjoyed masturbation, although she had no idea how often. Why did they have the right, but not her? Was their pleasure more important than hers? Was looking after their pleasure her responsibility?

Kiara's face turned red from her thoughts. What was she thinking now? Of course her friends' pleasure was their own business, not hers. Maybe the boys Jenny and Hollie sometimes went out with would have a say in the matter, but not Kiara. She felt ashamed at her own thoughts, and she remained silent. Her friends didn't push the issue either, and soon they arrived at the pizza place. The girls sat on a table at the back of the pizzeria, ready to place their order.

"Kiara, can you go check if I let the headlights on?", asked Jenny. "I'm not sure if I turned them off", she explained.

"Umm... I think you did?", offered Kiara. In fact, she had no idea. She knew nothing about cars and she wouldn't be paying attention to the things Jenny was doing with hers.

"Is that what I told you to reply?", chastised Lisa.

"No... miss.", stammered an insecure Kiara. She had forgotten that Lisa had instructed her to answer "yes, miss" when given a command. In her defense, though, Jenny hadn't sounded like she was giving her a command. Her friends were looking at her now, expectantly. Was she supposed to go check on Jenny's car then? "I... um, yes miss", she said before getting up from her chair and making her way out of the pizzeria. Her friends giggled at her as she walked away from them, and that made Kiara's heart sink.

Once outside, she let out a frustrated sigh. Her friends were intent on treating her like this, she knew. She was getting used to it but it was still hard for her. Could she still tell them to "fuck off" with their slave treatment? She wasn't sure she even wanted to. For the time being though, she had an errand to run, albeit a very simple one. Jenny had parked just around the corner so all Kiara had to do was walk around the corner and see if Jenny's car's headlights were on or off. It occurred to her that there was no reason for the headlights to be on, since it was daytime. Was this just an excuse for bossing her around, then?

She walked around the corner and there was Jenny's car and, sure enough, the headlights were off. She felt silly but it was what her friends had wanted. "Whatever", she thought to herself and made her way back to her friends. When she got back to her friends, she found them already eating, they had ordered without her!

"So?", asked Jenny once Kiara was close.

"They're off", replied a slightly exasperated Kiara. Not only had her friends sent her in a useless errand, but they had ordered without her. She felt a little bit betrayed. As she pulled a chair to sit down, Jenny spoke again.

"Are you sure? Maybe you didn't notice the lights were on because of the daylight", explained Jenny.

"I... um", stammered Kiara.

"Go back and take a picture, just to make sure", suggested Lisa.

Kiara looked at her friends, pleading. They were already eating and she had to go on a stupid errand to double check that Jenny's car had its headlights off. Her friends looked back at her, holding their pizza. There was nothing she could say or do to avoid this, was there? "Yes, miss", replied a defeated Kiara, which made all of her friends smile. "Good slave", she heard Hollie say as she was walking away.

Once outside, she had to hold back tears. She felt very frustrated by these silly errands her friends were making her do. Of course the stupid headlights were off, why would Jenny even turn them on if it was daytime? But it didn't matter to them, they just wanted to boss her around, and she was going along with it because she was a good slave, just like Hollie had said.

The thought made her feel uneasy. Was she now accepting her status as her friends' slave? Or was she just repeating what Hollie had said to her? She didn't want to dwell on those thoughts, not now at least. She was getting hungry. She got her phone out once she was close to Jenny's car and took a picture of it. The lights were off. Of course they were, she repeated to herself, and made her way back again.

When she got back to her friends, they had almost finished eating. She felt left out. As she approached her friends, she got her phone out and showed the picture she'd taken to Jenny. "Here", said Kiara, trying not to let her frustration show. Jenny flashed her a smile. "Can I sit now?", asked an impatient Kiara.

"You may sit, slave", replied Jenny.

This took Kiara by surprise, as she wasn't expecting that. She had only asked that out of frustration, but now Jenny had actually given her permission to sit. Worse, Jenny had called her a slave, to her face. It felt so much different from the times Hollie did that. When Hollie called her a good slave, it felt like a joke. Her friends were making fun of her and that was that. The way Jenny had said it, matter-of-factly, felt like it was something normal that everyone accepted. She was a slave and they, her friends, were in control of her.

"Thanks", she replied nervously before taking a seat next to her friends. 

After getting the waiter's attention and ordering her food, she was finally ready to eat. By now her friends had finished their food and were chatting among themselves. Kiara was thankful whenever the attention shifted away from her. As soon as her friends started chatting about other subjects, they had completely forgotten about her, and the slave treatment was gone, at least for now. For a while they chatted about more normal teenage girl subjects, if there was such a thing, and her slave status was not brought up again.

Later, the girls said their goodbyes and she was riding the bus back home, with some of the events replaying in her mind. She was getting used to her friends treating her like a slave, she thought, although it wasn't easy by any means. She wished Lisa hadn't insisted that slaves didn't masturbate without permission. She would love nothing more than to get home, lock herself in her bedroom and play with herself until it was time to sleep. She realized that humiliation had an effect on her, perhaps she could even admit that she liked it.

In the evening, she heard a new message arrive in her Slave Training group, and she quickly checked her phone.

"You were good today. You can masturbate for 5 minutes if you want to. No cumming", Lisa had written. Kiara's eyes went wide. Earlier, when she was riding the bus back home, she was dying to play with herself, even lamenting that Lisa had insisted she couldn't. But only for five minutes? And without an orgasm? What was the point then? At least Lisa's message stated that she could masturbate "if she wanted to", there was nothing specifically telling her that she had to, so her first thought was to dismiss it. The problem was that she did want to.

"Only 5 minutes?", she replied, hoping Lisa wouldn't get upset.

"That's right, slave", said Lisa.

Kiara felt butterflies in her stomach. Her friends were now openly calling her and treating her like a slave. She was determined to be a good one, if it was the only thing she was going to be good at. "Thanks", she wrote back to the group, thinking that it was proper etiquette.

How would she go about it? She only had 5 minutes, as per Lisa's instructions. She was horny, she realized now. Should she even do it? Wouldn't being left frustrated without an orgasm make things worse? On the other hand, she really wanted to play with herself, even if only a little. She should be thankful Lisa allowed that, she thought, and she had.

She decided that she wanted to make the most of the time she had. She went to her PC and started looking for porn. The usual videos she watched seemed dull now, for some reason. She suddenly had the idea to search for the word "slave" and was surprised to see a lot of videos containing that word. Of course these types of videos existed, she thought, Lisa had found many images with that theme.

She scrolled through the available videos. There were a lot of videos that seemed to portray a man and his female slave or the other way around, a woman and a male slave. She was looking for something else. She quickly refined her search, typing "lesbian slave" into the search bar and she found what she was looking for, lots of videos portraying a woman and her female slave.

"Fuck", she thought. "No, I'm not a lesbian", she chastised herself. Yet, these videos seemed much more alluring to her. She scrolled through the search results until she found something that seemed to her liking. Most of the videos looked professionally made, and she preferred something amateurish. As she was settling down to watch and enjoy the video, she heard a new message arrive.

"Poor Kiara lol", Hollie had written. Then, in another message "Do tell us how it went".

"Fuck", she repeated, this time out loud. Leave it to Hollie to make a bad situation even worse, she thought.

She set a 5 minute timer on her phone and leaned back on her chair, her hand inside her shorts. The video was playing, with the dominant actress apparently punishing the submissive one for something. God, she had been in that situation, she recalled, although she had certainly not enjoyed it at the time. In another scene, the submissive actress was kissing the dominant's feet. She had also been in that situation, almost. She had kissed Mandy's boots, but just barely. This actress was really kissing the dominant's bare feet, even using her tongue. That was so hot, she thought. Finally, in the last scene, the submissive was performing oral sex on the dominant. That, she had not experienced. Yet.

"Fuck no", she thought for a third time, but her hand had not missed a beat stroking her clitoris. "I'm not a lesbian", she reminded herself. Even then, she wondered if her friends would take her slavery to that level and, if so, who would be the first one to do so. She was so close to an orgasm, now.

Suddenly her phone let her know that 5 minutes had already passed. With much regret, she took her hand off her pussy. She was really horny now. She shouldn't have masturbated, she thought. It had only made things worse. Was she supposed to stay like this, frustrated? Could she, maybe, beg her friends? Perhaps they would understand and let her finish, something she much needed now. She remembered then that Hollie wanted to know how things had gone. She took her phone and wrote in her Slave Training group, with a little apprehension.

"It went well", she wrote, not really knowing what else to write. She was not about to describe her whole masturbation session to her friends. "But I was left very horny", she added, thinking that she could then beg for release. A new message arrived almost immediately.

"Why are you so horny?", Jenny had written.

"Because I couldn't finish".

"Why not?".

"Lisa said I couldn't...", replied Kiara, feeling that Jenny's questions were leading somewhere. Was that the appropriate answer? No, she thought, Jenny was looking for something else. "Because I'm a slave", she added in another message. Jenny only replied with a ":)" smiley face, which Kiara took to mean that she had given the right answer, and that made her feel very happy.

Should she beg for release now? Or would that ruin what she had just done? She decided not to press the issue. Lisa had said "no cumming" in her original message, and she was sure that order was still standing. She shut down her PC since she had nothing else to do on it anyway, and she went to bed. She was restless. She was having a hard time falling asleep. At times she checked her phone but she found nothing interesting on it. All those updates on her feed she had already seen. At times she felt like humping her pillow but she knew she wasn't allowed that.

She oozed frustration from every pore on her body. Fuck, she was horny now. Should she masturbate? It was not like her friends needed to find out. She didn't think she could lie about it or, at least, she didn't think her friends would buy her lies. She decided masturbation and the subsequent lies were out of the question. What about masturbation and the subsequent punishment? That was kind of unexplored territory. Yes, her friends had punished her for lying, quite badly actually. If they had punished her like that for a simple lie, what would they do for being so disobedient? Better not to find out.

She got out of her bed and went to her closet to retrieve her collar and tag. She put it on, admiring how it looked on her mirror. She liked it very much. Feeling content wearing her collar, she went back to bed, falling asleep mere minutes afterwards.


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Chapter 8

Kiara was awake	even before her alarm went off. She'd had such a good night's sleep, and she wasn't sure why. She remembered how difficult it had been for her to fall asleep the previous night, with her sexual frustration occupying all of her mind. She took her hand to her neck and realized that she had slept with her collar on. What a risky thing to do, she thought. What if her mother went to her room in the middle of the night, for whatever reason?

She caressed the dog tag attached to her collar, and the word engraved on it. "Slave", she said to herself. Kiara was left wondering why she'd had such a good night's rest, was it because she had worn her collar? Perhaps it made her feel safe and happy, she mused. Whatever the reason, she was ready to start her day. She checked her phone like she always did in the mornings and found no new messages in her Slave Training group. That was fine. She had to accept when she had new instructions and when she didn't have any. Her friends might have been busy, she thought.

After putting her collar in her schoolbag she was ready to start her morning routine, even if a few minutes earlier than usual. The night before, she had been extremely frustrated by her sexual denial but today she was feeling content. So long as she didn't have many sexual thoughts, she should be fine, she thought.

When she arrived at school she found her friends sitting near the entrance, and she got nervous as she approached them. Her fear was always the same. Was this going to be the day her friends decided to humiliate her at school? Was she going to be paraded around the hallway wearing her collar, while everyone chanted "slave, slave, slave!"? Would even her teachers treat her differently, knowing that she was a slave?

Of course, once she started talking to her friends she always found that her fears had been exaggerated, to say the least. True, the day before, Jenny had ordered her to give up her place on the bench but that had been such a minor thing. Not at all the catastrophe she envisioned where everyone treated her like a slave. Instead, the girls chatted about the usual school gossip, then made their way to class.

Later that day, Kiara found herself on the backseat of Jenny's car as they made their way to Lisa's house. It was Tuesday, and that meant going over to Lisa's house to watch their favorite TV show. Kiara knew the show was coming to an end soon and her friends were very excited about it. She liked the show, of course, but she saw it more as an activity to do with your friends than something to be thinking and talking about all the time.

Her friends thought different, she realized. They were excitedly discussing their theories and expectations for the last few episodes as Jenny drove. Kiara felt left out. She had always felt a little bit left out but the events of the past week had only exacerbated these feelings. She thought her friends only saw her as a slave now and, as such, her input would be deemed of very little importance.

She took her hand to her neck and caressed the dog tag attached to her collar. Lisa had given the order to put the collar on as soon as they got in Jenny's car. Wearing the collar inside Jenny's car was easy, but she knew that later she would have to pass through Lisa's living room and risk running into her mom or sister. What would they think if they saw her wearing that thing? The collar on its own was bad enough, but the tag had the word "slave" engraved on it for all to see. She could only hope such an encounter didn't happen.

When they arrived at Lisa's house, Kiara could tell that there were no cars in her driveway, therefore her parents weren't home. Thank God for a small reprieve, she thought. They went up to Lisa's room and Kiara saw her friends get comfortable on the bed but she hesitated. She knew Lisa had forbidden her from sitting on her bed or the chairs but she still hoped Lisa had changed her mind. Her friends looked back at her.

"Are you just going to stand there?", asked Hollie.

"No, I...", Kiara tried to reply but was cut off by Lisa.

"Then sit on the floor", said Lisa, and Kiara did so. Protesting was out of the question, she thought. She had never protested her friends and she wasn't about to start now that they saw her as a slave. Kiara sat with her back towards the bed, unsure if she could even look at her friends. Lisa went to her closet to retrieve something, and when she returned Kiara could see she was carrying her leash. Kiara looked up at her friend, who was in front of her now.

"Get on your knees", Lisa commanded.

Kiara got on her knees and presented her neck so Lisa could attach the leash to her collar. She felt strange as Lisa secured the leash, like she was safer because of it. She wasn't sure why she was feeling that way, but she remembered she had felt the same thing when she had slept with her collar on.

Kiara returned to her sitting position while her friends went to look at some videos playing on Lisa's computer. Again she felt left out but she didn't want to say anything. To bring attention to herself was to risk being treated like a slave. Not that she wasn't being treated like one at the moment. Lisa was sitting on a chair in front of her PC, but she was still holding the other end of her leash. It was a strange feeling, knowing that she was bound, literally bound, to that place and being unable to lie on the bed or go to the bathroom yet feeling so safe in the hands of her friends. Suddenly she felt a hard tug on her leash, and she looked up to see Lisa was looking at her.

"Come on, let's go", Lisa said. Had Kiara missed something? Go where? As if reading her mind, Lisa explained. "To make popcorn, you moron", she said, knowing that Kiara had missed when the girls had decided to make popcorn because she had let her thoughts wander, again.

"Oh", was all Kiara could say. Her first thought was to crawl, like Lisa made her crawl when she walked her to her bathroom, but Lisa had other ideas this time.

"Just stand up, we don't have time for you to enjoy crawling like a dog", she said, and Kiara cheeks turned red. She didn't enjoy crawling like a dog. At least not enough that she would prefer it over walking. She had only tried to crawl because she had thought it was what Lisa wanted. She got on her feet and followed her friends downstairs. She was not crawling like a dog, sure, but Lisa was still holding the other end of her leash. This fact wasn't lost on the teenaged girl, and she was so nervous she felt her hands sweaty.

The girls arrived at Lisa's kitchen, and Kiara was thankful that they hadn't run into anyone. As far as she could tell, there was no one home. Except she and her friends, of course. Lisa was frantically looking for something in her shelves, and Kiara was forced to follow her friend closely, since Lisa was still holding her leash.

Finally Lisa found what she was looking for, the popcorn. Of course, Kiara thought, they had gone down to the kitchen to prepare popcorn. What else could her friend have been looking for. Since Lisa felt like she needed the use of both her hands, she handed the leash to Hollie. That had never happened before, Kiara thought. Her best friend was holding her leash.

Hollie tugged on the leash, hurting Kiara's neck and pulling the submissive teenager towards her. Hollie was holding Kiara's leash very close to her collar, giving her very little freedom of movement. Once close, Kiara was forced to bend at her waist, since Hollie was keeping her holding hand very close to her own waist. It was a confusing moment for Kiara, because her first instinct was to kneel beside her friend, just like Lisa liked her to do.

That wasn't what Hollie had intended, though. When Kiara tried to kneel, Hollie kept a firm hand, keeping Kiara's neck at waist level. Kiara couldn't possibly kneel, lest she choked on her collar. But, she realized, she couldn't stand upright either. She was in an awkward position, bending at her waist with her head close to Hollie's belly. She was forced to look at the floor while her friends prepared popcorn and talked about the upcoming episode they were about to watch. After a few minutes, Kiara could feel her back starting to hurt from the strain, and she could only hope her friends wouldn't take much longer. 

"Stop moving", Kiara heard Hollie chastise her. She wasn't trying to move, or to get away from her friend's grasp, she was just having a hard time keeping that position.

"I'm sorry", Kiara managed to say, and she heard Jenny snicker behind her. That made Kiara's heart sink, but she knew better than to protest.

Fortunately for her, it didn't take long before the girls made their way back to Lisa's room, with Kiara following Hollie in that same awkward position. It was weird but they made it. Her friends lounged on Lisa's bed, with Lisa holding a huge bowl of popcorn, while Kiara sat on the floor by the bed again. The show was starting now, and the girls were excited.

Kiara absentmindedly reached with her hand to grab some popcorn out of the bowl Lisa was holding, but was met with a slap on her hand. She looked back at her friend, who had an expression Kiara couldn't decipher. Was Lisa playing or was she offended?

"What do you think you're doing, slave?", asked Lisa in a serious tone. "You don't stick your hand in our bowl", she scolded, and Kiara cringed. "I can give you some, if you want", she offered with a smile.

Kiara hesitated for a moment, before extending her arm again and begging her friend for popcorn. The act reminded her of those pictures she had seen of orphan children begging passersby for money. It also, in a way, reminded her of a dog begging its owners to be let outside or to go for a walk, and the thought made her feel embarrassed. "Can I have some popcorn?", she asked.

"Fine", Lisa replied, handing Kiara exactly one popcorn. Jenny and Hollie giggled at the scene, which they found rather amusing. Kiara tried to hide her emotions but if her friends had seen her frustration on her face or not, she had no idea. She had begged her friend for popcorn, and Lisa had responded by giving her exactly one. No way she was going to beg for more. She took the one popcorn she had been allowed and took it to her mouth, making a show of it like it had been the most delicious snack she had tasted in her life.

"Thanks", she said, and she returned her attention to Lisa's TV. She tried not to let the incident bother her too much. Lisa had wanted to humiliate her, that much was clear. Her friends had never had any problem sharing popcorn before, or indeed other types of food, but now she was a slave. Perhaps slaves didn't eat from the same plate as the owners, just as you wouldn't let a dog eat from your own plate, she thought. She put those thoughts aside and tried to enjoy the show.

A while later, the show was getting explicit, really explicit. There had always been sex scenes on the show from time to time, but this one appeared to be rather explicit, and long. Kiara didn't know if she should feel uncomfortable or enjoy the scene. It certainly reminded her of her sexual frustration, and how her friends had forbidden her from having an orgasm the night before. "Fuck", she thought to herself, she shouldn't be thinking about sex. But how could she even avoid such thoughts when it was so clearly on display on Lisa's TV?

Suddenly, she felt a finger on the back of her neck. Her first instinct was to flinch but she caught herself in time. Without even looking, she knew it was Hollie. What was she doing? Physical intimacy wasn't like Hollie, she thought, and at a time like this? She felt Hollie moving her fingers, softly caressing the back of her neck, close to her ear. The gesture reminded her of a person scratching a dog's ears, and the thought made her feel ashamed. She found that she couldn't focus on the show anymore, not with Hollie gently caressing her neck, which felt really good for some reason. She let out a soft moan, then, and the girls erupted in laughter.

"You're really sensitive today, aren't you?", joked Hollie. "Still frustrated from last night?", she added.

"Um...", Kiara stammered before being interrupted by Lisa.

"Did you enjoy your five minutes?"

"I... yes, I did", replied Kiara.

"I bet she made the most out of those five minutes", joked Jenny, and the rest of the girls laughed.

"Would you like another five minutes?", asked Lisa.

"Well, I..." Kiara began, but again was interrupted by her friend.

"You can go to my bathroom and play with yourself for five minutes, if you want", Lisa stated as if discussing masturbation with her friends was the most normal thing in the world.

"Now?", asked an incredulous Kiara. It was not like she didn't want to play with her pussy, but at Lisa's house? Couldn't that wait until night, when she was in the comfort, not to mention privacy, of her room? She didn't think she could do it.

"Only chance you're getting in days", teased Lisa, and the rest of the girls laughed again. "But if you don't want to...", she added with mock regret.

"No, please", replied a mortified Kiara. "I do want to", she admitted.

"Good", said Lisa, as if Kiara had just given the right answer to a difficult question. She grabbed her TV remote and paused the show they were watching, then got off the bed. Kiara watched as her friend approached her and took the leash from Hollie. "Come doggy", said Lisa in a tone intended to degrade her, "it's pleasure time for you".

Humiliated, but knowing that if she didn't comply Lisa might revoke her five minutes of fun, she crawled behind Lisa on their way to the bathroom. She could hear Hollie and Jenny giggling behind her, but she tried not to let that distract her. The girls reached Lisa's bathroom and Lisa gestured for her to stand up. Kiara was thankful for that, as she didn't want to crawl in a bathroom. Lisa unclasped her leash, then.

"Five minutes, no cumming", stated Lisa with a serious tone, like she was giving instructions for a lab activity at school.

Kiara didn't hesitate, and went in. "Fuck", she thought once inside. What was she supposed to do now? Was she really going to masturbate at her friend's house? It was not like she didn't want to. In fact, given what had happened in the last few minutes, she was feeling very aroused. She decided not to waste her, admittedly, short time and swiftly unbuttoned her jeans. She pulled them down to her knees and took a quick look at her blue panties. Was that a wet spot on her crotch? Fuck, she was horny.

She sat on the toilet seat and took her hand beneath her panties. The moment her fingers made contact with her clitoris, she couldn't help but let out a moan. She had no idea how loud it had been and she could only hope her friends, should they be outside the door, had not heard it. She was really doing it, she was touching herself in Lisa's bathroom, the sensation was unreal. She wished her friends were watching her doing that lewd act. She would give them a good show, she thought.

"Shit", she said a hushed voice. What was she thinking now? Why would her friends want to watch her doing perverted things? Still, the thought had brought her dangerously close to an orgasm, which she knew she wasn't allowed. That was so frustrating. Frustrating and unfair. Suddenly, she was taken out of her reverie by knocking on the door.

"Time's up", she heard Lisa say from the other side of the door, and Kiara pouted. She let out a sigh of frustration before answering back, "I'll be in a minute". She quickly pulled her pants back up and went to wash her hands on the faucet. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like she had run a mile and it made her feel very self-conscious. Now she had to face her friends, who knew she had been doing perverted things in her friend's bathroom. 

"Hurry Kiara, what are you doing?", asked an impatient Lisa, and that made Kiara stop dawdling. Her heart was pounding as she opened the door, knowing that she had to face Lisa, and the rest of her friends, and whatever humiliating things they might say about what she had just done.

"Did you wash your hands?", asked Lisa as soon as Kiara was in view.

"Umm, yes I did".

"Are you sure? Wash them again, I don't want you soiling my house", Lisa stated, much to Kiara's annoyance.

"They're clean", Kiara replied, trying not to let her frustration show in her voice.

"Did I ask you if your hands are clean, slave? I said wash them again", said an increasingly exasperated Lisa. Kiara didn't know why Lisa was acting like this. Was it because Kiara had offended her by masturbating in her bathroom?

"Yes, miss. Sorry, miss", replied a defeated Kiara. She knew better than to argue with Lisa, specially if she was openly treating her like a slave. She went back to the faucet to wash her hands again. She had deliberately left the door open, so that Lisa could see her washing her hands. Maybe this way Lisa wouldn't have any doubts and she wouldn't ask her to wash them a third time.

"Good", said Lisa once Kiara had finished washing her hands, and she attached the leash to Kiara's collar. She gestured with her head towards the floor, and Kiara understood that her friend expected her to crawl her way back to Lisa's room, which she did. Once at the door, however, Lisa attached the other end of the leash to the doorknob, much like she had done the first time Kiara had been treated like a dog, or slave, in Lisa's house. Was she really going to leave Kiara outside the room again?

"You wait here", said Lisa, "I don't want you stinking up my room after playing with yourself".

Kiara's mouth went wide, as Lisa's remarks had hurt her deeply. Had she done something wrong? Was she now considered a disgusting pervert, unfit to watch TV in the same room as her friends? It had been Lisa who had suggested that Kiara could masturbate in her bathroom, not her. Why was she treating her like this, then? Lisa went inside her room and closed the door behind her, leaving Kiara sitting alone in the hallway.

She felt like she could cry. She heard her friends laughing hysterically and, for some reason, she didn't think they were laughing at the TV show they were watching. That only made her feel worse. She knew the episode wasn't going for much longer, perhaps 10 or 15 minutes at most, but she had no idea how long her friends would take after the episode ended. The wait was killing her, always aware of the fact that she was leashed like a dog outside her friend's room. What if Lisa's mother or anyone else from her family saw her like this?

Kiara let her thoughts wander, then. She had just masturbated at her friend's house, that was something new. She had never imagined she would be doing such lewd things. She felt like a pervert and a slut. Could she be considered a slut even if she was a virgin? She wasn't sure what the proper definition was, but wouldn't masturbating in your friend's bathroom make you a slut? At least she could take solace in the fact that it had been Lisa's idea, not hers. After a few minutes she heard Lisa opening the door, and her three friends were there, smile on their faces.

"Enjoyed yourself?", asked Hollie in a mocking tone.

"I did", admitted Kiara begrudgingly.

"Bet you wish you could finish", Hollie insisted.

"I didn't have permission", Kiara stated. Kiara knew Hollie was trying to humiliate her but, rather than playing along with it, she had decided to give a good answer. Something a good slave might say. A bad slave might resent her friends for not letting her cum, but not her. She was a good slave, or at least she was trying to be one. Hollie laughed at her friend sitting on the floor in front of her, but Kiara could tell Lisa looked pleased. Had she given a good answer? Lisa detached the leash from both the doorknob and her collar and Kiara, free of her bondage, was finally able to stand up.

"Time to go", Jenny announced handing Kiara her bag, and the girls made their way downstairs. 

After taking the bus, Kiara found herself at home. There was no one home at the moment and she took the opportunity to take a shower. She had, of course, showered in the morning but she felt dirty now, somehow. She had done dirty things, after all. Lisa had commented that she didn't want Kiara stinking up her bedroom. Did her arousal really smell that bad? Or was Lisa just teasing her?

Once in the shower, she took her hands to her eyes and sobbed. Kiara wasn't sure if she was upset because of the way her friends were treating her or because she hadn't been allowed an orgasm. The answer to that question was beyond her, but at least it had felt amazing when she was stroking her clitoris back in Lisa's bathroom. She wished her friends had seen her while she was doing it. Earlier, this thought had made her feel very uneasy and dirty but this time she allowed herself to ponder it.

Would her friends watch her play with herself? What would she do to put on a good show? What if her friends decided that the situation was hot and decided to have pleasure themselves? Was group masturbation even a thing? Finally, and this was the hardest question of all, would her friends demand that she gave them pleasure?

She knew pondering all these thoughts was a bad idea, as it would only increase her sexual frustration. She didn't have answers to any of these questions, anyway, so it made little sense to concern herself with them. She finished showering then, making sure to rinse with cold water to try and cool herself from her arousal. When she got back to her room, she found a new message in her Slave Training group.

"Frustrated?", Lisa had written.

Kiara was confused for a moment. Why was Lisa teasing her like this? She felt like such behavior was better suited for Hollie. Was it because Lisa was angry at her? Or disgusted at her? Had she done something wrong by accepting the opportunity to masturbate in Lisa's bathroom?

"I was", Kiara admitted. "But I took a cold shower".

"That's cute", Lisa replied.

Kiara took a chance to ask something that was bothering her, it was now or never, she thought. "Are you angry at me?".

"No, why would I be?".

"Because of what I did in your bathroom", Kiara replied, her heart racing. She feared Lisa would berate her for being a disgusting pervert who masturbated in her friends' bathrooms.

"Well I gave you permission, didn't I?", explained Lisa. "I didn't expect you to turn down the opportunity", she added, followed by a laughing emoji afterwards. Kiara could tell Lisa was being playful and her fears and apprehension dissipated, then. Her friends weren't angry at her. A little bit disgusted, maybe. After all, Lisa had forbidden Kiara from entering her room after playing with herself, but at least they weren't angry.

Happy to have the weight off her shoulders, Kiara was able to concentrate on her homework and other household activities her mother had given her. Keeping busy was good for her, she realized. Her frustration wasn't all that bad as long as she didn't stop to think about it.

The next day, her friends didn't comment on it, not on school and not at the end of school when the girls parted and said their goodbyes. Kiara knew, or at least expected, it to be the case and again she was happy to keep those thoughts out of her mind.

However, it was different at night. At night she had to slow down, lying on her bed with most of the lights out, and the quietness of her room, she was alone with her thoughts. The possibility for her mind to wander into the realm of sex was high. Almost inevitable, she thought. She remembered what she had done in Lisa's house the day before, and she almost wished her friends would tease her about it. But they hadn't. Not on school, and not in her Slave Training group. Were they grossed out?

Thursday, too, came and went without her friends teasing her or even mentioning the ordeal, and Kiara was beginning to think she had crossed a line by masturbating in Lisa's bathroom. Maybe they had decided that the slave thing had gone too far and they didn't want to pursue the idea any further. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, the humiliation her friends put her through was awful. And the other hand she was starting to like it. She wouldn't admit to it, of course. Not to her friends at least, and she wished she had other friends she could confide in.

It was on Friday night when a new message finally arrived on her Slave Training group. It was unexpected and her heart almost skipped a beat when she heard the new message arrive. For she had already set a special notification sound for that group specifically, of course. She rushed to open the message.

"What are you doing, slave?", Lisa had written.

Kiara was taken aback by the message. Lisa was so casually calling her a slave. She wasn't teasing her or trying to humiliate her, she was simply calling her what she was, she thought.

"Just lying on bed", Kiara wrote back. Then, in another message, "watching videos on my phone", she explained.

"Have you touched yourself?", Lisa replied.

"No, Miss", Kiara wrote back. Before, she was unsure if her friends would continue to treat her like a slave but now it was clear that they intended to do so. "I've been trying not to think about sex", she explained further.

"That's cute", Lisa replied. "Would you like 5 minutes of fun?", she added in another message.

Kiara's eyes went wide. It was true that she had tried to keep sex out of her mind, even if she had failed to do so several times during the past couple of days, but she couldn't deny that given opportunity she would love to play with herself. She hesitated, because she knew masturbating without an orgasm would only leave her more frustrated and horny.

"Yes, Miss", she wrote in a hurry.

"You have until I write again", Lisa had simply stated. 

Oh shit, Kiara thought. Lisa sounded like she wanted to be the one in charge of the time now. Kiara felt like she didn't have the luxury of turning on her PC and searching for porn. She didn't like looking at porn on her phone, or at least she didn't trust porn sites on phones very much, so that was out of the question. Did she even need porn? A few days before, she had been so horny she had masturbated in her friend's house. That sexual frustration was still there, she had tried to put it in the back of her mind but it hadn't disappeared completely.

Still lying on her bed, she took her hand to her crotch and was unsurprised to see that she was wet. Just the fact that Lisa had given her permission had her this way? Kiara felt like she was changing. She started rubbing her clitoris and for a moment she lost herself in pleasure. She didn't need porn, she realized. She was being the subject of deep humiliation by her friends. She was being treated like a slave, and she was liking it.

She imagined herself on her knees before her friends, naked but for the dog collar she was wearing. In her fantasy, her hands were tied behind her back and that made her perky tits stick out. Her friends would then decide to place clothespins on her hard nipples, she imagined. Who would be the one to put them on her? Surely it would be Hollie, the cruelest of her friends.

Suddenly a new message arrived. "Stop", Lisa had written.

Such a simple word, Kiara thought, yet an awful thing to read on her phone. Stop, why? She was so close to an orgasm, she could feel it. Why was it so bad for her to cum? For a fraction of a second she thought about dismissing Lisa's message. No one would have to know, she mused.

"Please", Kiara wrote in a hurry, "I'm so close". After a few minutes without a reply from Lisa, she insisted. "Please, can I cum?".

"I said stop, slave", Lisa wrote back, seemingly exasperated by Kiara's insistence. "You should be grateful for your 5 minutes instead", she admonished.

"It's just", Kiara replied, "I've been really frustrated these days, please just this once".

"Kiara you're looking at a punishment if you keep asking".

Kiara's heart sank. No, she didn't want to get another punishment from her friends. Who knew what kind of punishment Lisa, or the rest of her friends, would devise? Besides, the belting she had gotten from her friends the week before was bad enough. 

"I'm sorry", Kiara apologized, "I'm sorry Miss", she reiterated.

"It's okay, just try to sleep. Tomorrow we're going out, okay? Be sure to get permission", Lisa had written.

"Going out?", Kiara thought. It was not that going out with her friends was an uncommon thing to do, it was just that this was the first time she was hearing about it. Her friends had not mentioned going out on Saturday, not once. The thought made her feel uneasy, because she figured they had not shared this information with Kiara because of her new status among them.

"Okay, good night Miss", Kiara replied, trying to sound polite so Lisa wouldn't be too upset after her annoying insistence.

"Good night, slave", Lisa wrote. Then, in another message, "I'm going to enjoy something you can't" followed by a winking emoji.

Kiara's heart started racing when she read the last message. She was still oozing sexual frustration from being denied an orgasm, but the last message had put her on edge. What was Lisa saying? That she was going to enjoy an orgasm? Something Kiara couldn't have. Her imagination went wild. She had never envisioned her friends in sexual situations, not even when Jenny or Hollie confided in them about their experiences.

Now, however, she couldn't keep her mind from the idea of Lisa lying on her bed, playing with her pussy and moaning. Was Lisa a loud moaner? She had no idea, of course, but now she imagined Lisa to be one.

Since Lisa had already said goodnight to her and, more importantly, she didn't feel like it was her place to distract Lisa from what she believed she was doing, Kiara never wrote back to Lisa. It was Lisa's right as a "non-slave", whatever the proper term might be, to enjoy sexual pleasure and orgasms as much as she desired. Instead she tried to sleep, although it certainly wasn't easy.

Kiara couldn't keep Lisa from her mind, and the idea that she was masturbating right then, perhaps because of her.

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Chapter 9

"Pick you up in half an hour, be ready".

Kiara waited anxiously in her room for Jenny to pick her up. The girls had informed Kiara that they'd be going out on Saturday but they had not specified where they'd be going. When Kiara and her friends went out on weekends they usually hit the mall, or spend time at Lisa's house, or maybe even go to the park, but at least they usually shared their plans with her. Now, however, she felt like she was in the dark. Was it because she was a slave? Did slaves not need to know this information, condemned to follow their owners wherever they took them?

Wherever the girls wanted to go, she knew her friends would take the opportunity to humiliate her and treat her like a slave, as they seemed to have accustomed to doing in the past couple of weeks, at least when they weren't at school. She was mortified, yet somehow thrilled by the idea of going out with her friends now that her status as a slave was becoming more and more noticeable. She received another message on her phone, then.

"I'm here, don't forget your collar", Jenny had written.

Kiara had been expecting she'd be told to take her collar with her, and it was already inside her handbag. She wouldn't dare to wear that thing at home, and risk her parents seeing it, but she could carry it in her bag and wear it once she was in the presence of her friends. She made her way downstairs to meet with Jenny, her heart racing.

"Hey Kiara", Jenny greeted her once in her car. "Let's go pick Lisa first", she informed Kiara.

The girls rode in near silence. Kiara was afraid to ask where they'd be going and Jenny didn't seem to want to offer this information to her. Jenny appeared to be more preoccupied with the traffic, at times making a remark about how annoying it was. Soon, the girls made it to Lisa's house and their friend didn't take long to meet them in the driveway.

"Move to the back, Kiara", ordered Lisa once she was close. Kiara shrugged, then changed to the backseat of Jenny's car. Why couldn't she keep her place? She was already in the passenger seat. It was true that most often than not, it was Lisa riding shotgun in Jenny's car, specially when they were trying to figure out how to get to the place they were looking for, Kiara thought. Perhaps she should have known better.

She remembered when Jenny had asked her to stand because she'd wanted to sit on the dry side of a bench. Were slaves supposed to relinquish their seats whenever their owners needed a place to sit? Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Lisa speak.

"Did you tell her where we're going?", Lisa asked Jenny, and Kiara's attention was instantly piqued.

"No, I thought you wanted to do that", replied Jenny. Kiara could see Lisa grinning at her when she spoke, this time to her.

"We're meeting with Mandy and her friend", Lisa explained. Kiara's eyes went wide. She knew Jenny had gotten Mandy's phone number and she also knew that Jenny wanted to meet with Mandy's friend, who was supposedly into slave training, but she had no idea the girls had already agreed to meet.

"Kiara, I want you on your best behavior, okay?", Lisa informed her. "I expect obedience and manners from you today", she added. 

Kiara nodded, not wanting to disappoint her friend. She could tell Lisa was expecting something more than a nod, and she realized what Lisa had meant by "manners" then. "Yes, miss", she said, and Lisa smiled approvingly.

"I know you've been frustrated this week", Lisa continued. "If you behave well today you will be allowed an orgasm".

Kiara's face lit up at the suggestion. She needed to cum, badly. She would do her best to make her friends proud of her and earn her orgasm. She didn't want to disappoint her friends in front of those girls. She'd never liked disappointing her friends, but to embarrass them in front of those girls who were into slave training was out of the question, she thought.

She wondered what Mandy's friend would look like. She had already met Mandy, who apparently always dressed in black. Would her friend be like that? Would she dress like those actresses in the mistress-slave videos she'd seen? She imagined Mandy's friend dressed in leather and commanding a horde of slaves. The thought made her feel silly, but she couldn't picture the girl any other way.

Before she realized it, the girls arrived at Hollie's house to pick her up, and the group made their way to meet with Mandy and her friend. From what Kiara had gathered, they would be seeing the girls at a cafe not far from the mall. Kiara was afraid to ask questions, feeling that it was not her place to do so. She was a slave after all. Still, she was intently listening to her friends. They sounded excited, she thought.

Kiara was excited too, she realized. At first she had been apprehensive, meeting with strangers had always made her feel uncomfortable and she couldn't fathom how people could meet new friends once they had finished school. After seeing how excited her friends were, however, Kiara felt excited as well. She would have to remember her manners, she thought. Would she have to address everyone as "miss"? Perhaps she should ask Lisa about the proper etiquette, lest she made a faux pas in front of Mandy and her friend.

The girls found themselves sitting at a table inside of the cafe. Jenny had chosen a table at the back where, Kiara thought, they would at least have some sort of privacy to talk to the girls they were meeting with. She was wearing her collar and the place seemed pretty busy but that didn't bother Kiara too much, as she felt it was very unlikely she would run into anyone she knew. Once the girls were seated, a waitress tried to take their orders but Jenny explained that they wanted to wait for other people to join them first.

Kiara took the time to talk to Lisa, then. "Miss?", she ventured, and Lisa turned to her, smile on her face.

"What is it?", Lisa asked.

"Um, miss", Kiara stammered, "am I supposed to call everyone 'miss'?".

Lisa grinned at her, apparently pleased that Kiara was trying to show good manners. "Just the three of us, okay?", Lisa explained.

"Okay... miss".

The girls chatted among themselves for a while, although Kiara was more of a listener than a chatter. As the minutes went by, she started to feel anxious again, afraid that Mandy or her friend would treat her bad because they knew she was a slave. At least she was in the presence of her friends, she thought. Would they protect her? Maybe the owners were supposed to care for and protect their slaves, she mused.

Finally, Kiara noticed that something had caught her friends' attention and when she turned to look she saw Mandy, dressed in all black as always, accompanied by a pretty redhead in a light blue dress. Was that Mandy's friend? Why was she dressed like that and not in leather, followed by a horde of slaves? Kiara was confused. The two girls approached the table where Kiara and her friends were seated, and the girls rose to greet them. Mandy spoke first.

"Steph, these are the girls I talked to you about", she said. Then, to Jenny she explained, "this is my friend Stephanie".

"Nice to meet you", Jenny said, shaking the girl's hand. "I'm Jenny and these are Lisa and Hollie", she said, pointing to her friends who, in turn, shook the girl's hand as well. "And this is Kiara", she finally said, and Kiara felt like she was in the spotlight. Embarrassed, but knowing that it was proper etiquette, she shook Stephanie's hand just as her friends had done.

"Please, take a seat", Jenny offered but Kiara could tell there was a problem right away. She hadn't noticed before but the table the girls were sitting at had exactly 4 chairs. Mandy retrieved a chair from a neighboring table, but that only amounted to 5 chairs, while the girls were 6 in total. She hesitated, knowing that as a slave she wasn't supposed to take her friends' seat from them. Kiara looked at her friend Lisa for help, but Lisa seemed to be more interested in the two girls that had just joined them.

"Kiara go ask the waitress for another chair", Jenny commanded, putting an end to Kiara's uncertainty. At least her friends weren't going to have Kiara stand, she thought.

"Um, yes... miss", Kiara managed to say, remembering that Lisa had asked for obedience and manners from her. She felt her cheeks starting to get hot, and she made her way to try to find the waitress, who was busy taking orders from another table. Before she could find the waitress, Kiara found a table with only 3 people. She figured she didn't really need the waitress' help, then, and she asked if she could take the chair, to which the boys sitting at the table replied yes. Happy to have this problem solved, she returned to her friends, carrying her chair with her.

As she made her way back, she took the time to eye Mandy and her friend. Mandy was dressed in all black, just like she did when she was working at the goth store, but her friend was almost the opposite of her. While Mandy seemed all darkness, Stephanie was colorful with her light blue dress and her red hair tied in a neat ponytail. The girls seemed to be the same age, that is, as far as Kiara could tell they were both in their mid 20s. None of her friends really acknowledged Kiara as she sat next to them. She felt a little left out but that was her new reality, she decided. The girls seemed to be getting comfortable with each other.

"Is this your first submissive?", Stephanie asked Jenny. Kiara realized this was the first time she had heard her speak. Just as she had expected Mandy's friend to dress in leather, while later finding out this was not the case. She had also expected Stephanie to have this sort of deep, commanding voice. That was not the case, either. She sounded so sweet, Kiara was starting to doubt the girl was a real slave trainer.

"Yes, this is new to all of us", Jenny explained. The girls, Mandy and Stephanie, looked at each other.

"The three of you are the dominants?", Stephanie asked, to which Jenny nodded. Stephanie continued, "that is, well, quite unusual. I've heard of a dominant having several submissives but I've never seen a sub with several Doms", she explained. Kiara could feel her heart sink, as she thought Stephanie was judging them badly.

"Is that weird, then?", asked Hollie.

"I don't like that word", replied a seemingly offended Stephanie. "I said it was unusual, not weird or bad. If anything, it sounds fun", she said.

"We're still trying to learn", Lisa offered, and Stephanie nodded her approval.

"So how long have you been into it?", asked Jenny.

"I always had quite the dominant personality", Stephanie explained. "I was in high school when I came across a blog written by a submissive, and I instantly realized it was what I wanted", she continued. "Except I wanted to be the one in charge", she added, laughing.

Kiara was intently listening. Before, she had believed this new relationship that was blossoming between her and her friends was something rather unique, but now that she heard Stephanie, it seemed like dominant/submissive relationships were more common that she had initially thought. In a way, that made her feel more comfortable. Like she wasn't doing something bad. Just unusual, like Stephanie had said.

"I tried it with my boyfriend at the time", Stephanie went on, "but let's just say he wasn't cut out for it. So I had to reach out online", she explained. "The important thing is to get out there and meet people, but I guess since you already have your submissive then you can just skip that part".

This was the opportunity Jenny was looking for. "Mandy mentioned a club?", she ventured.

"Yes, there is a private club but it's only by invitation", Stephanie explained. She must have seen the frown on the girls' faces because she continued, "trust me, the best clubs are invitation only. Otherwise the place gets swarmed by idiots who saw a porno once and think they're hot shit".

"Do you think you can get us an invitation?", asked Jenny.

"Well, I'll have to talk to Steve, he's the one in charge of the list", Stephanie replied, "see, the thing is that there's 4 of you. If it was only 2 then it would be easy".

"I'd appreciate it if you tried", insisted Jenny, and Stephanie smiled. Kiara felt like she was watching two alpha females clashing, but maybe it was just her imagination. The girls were interrupted when the waitress came to take their order. The group placed their order but Kiara was embarrassed when Jenny had ordered for her. She had never done that before, and Kiara thought that Jenny was trying to impress Stephanie by having Kiara in a completely passive role.

"So have you trained her?", Stephanie asked, once the waitress had gone. Kiara felt a knot in her stomach when she suddenly found herself in the spotlight again, and when Stephanie turned to look at her, Kiara had averted her eyes, looking downwards. She didn't know if that was bad etiquette or if it was what slaves were supposed to do, and that had only made her feel more self conscious. Stephanie snickered before remarking, "she's pretty shy".

"She's always been like that", explained Jenny, and that only made Kiara feel more embarrassed. Her friend Jenny was now speaking for her. Should Kiara say something? Or should she remain silent and passive? Kiara wished Lisa had given her more instructions so she wouldn't feel so lost.

"We're training her in obedience and denial", said Lisa, answering Stephanie's question. "We could use some pointers", she added.

Kiara felt her cheeks on fire. She was deeply embarrassed that her friends were talking about her like she wasn't even in the room. Not only were they talking about her, they were discussing training her like a dog or a slave. Lisa had even mentioned denial, was she talking about the orgasm denial she had endured all week? How could she offer this information, information about her sexuality, so freely to these girls?

"Yes, of course", Stephanie replied, giving the girls a devious grin. "Orgasm denial is one of the cornerstones of training your submissive, specially for boys", she explained. She then went on a lecture of sorts, explaining how a denied submissive was much more obedient and attentive. Kiara was trying to process this information, at times noting that some of what Stephanie was saying applied to her current situation.

The girls, mostly Lisa and Jenny, talked to Stephanie about training and what to expect from a slave, and Kiara could tell Stephanie valued obedience and honesty about all. Even if Kiara was only listening, she felt like it was a learning experience, although it was by no means a comfortable one.

She was, as far as she knew anyway, the only slave present there. When Stephanie talked about slaves, Kiara couldn't help but think everyone's attention shifted to her, and that made her feel uncomfortable. Lucky for Kiara, the girls had other subjects to discuss among themselves.

As it turned out, both Stephanie and Mandy were fans of the show Kiara and her friends liked to watch, so at least there was some common ground between the girls other than their interest in slave training. For a while they chatted about other subjects, trying to get to know each other. As soon as the topic shifted away from slavery, Kiara was instantly relieved, as she didn't feel in the spotlight anymore. 

The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful, and Kiara felt increasingly more comfortable in the presence of Mandy and Stephanie. She was even given the opportunity to chime into the conversation when Stephanie asked general questions like "what are your favorite characters" and the like. If not for the initial topic of slave training the girls had discussed earlier, Kiara would have felt like they were meeting with friends they hadn't talked to in a while.

The only other time the topic of slavery was even alluded to was when the girls were getting ready leave and Jenny reminded Stephanie about the club invitation she had talked about earlier. Stephanie gave Jenny a wide smile, and assured her that she would do what she could, afterwards turning to Kiara before saying, "I'd love to see your submissive there". This made Kiara fluster, but she didn't know what to say so she just tried her best to smile.

The girls watched Mandy and Stephanie leave before paying their bill, then made their way to find Jenny's car.

As they made their way back home, the girls chatted among themselves, excited about what they had discussed with Mandy and Stephanie. Kiara, like usual, was not much of a chatter, but she was listening intently. She had no idea if Stephanie would get them invitations to their so called club, or if her friends planned to attend an event. The thought terrified her, if she was honest with herself.

Jenny dropped off the girls, first Hollie then Lisa, and now it was down to Jenny and Kiara. They rode in near silence for a while until Jenny spoke.

"I used to think there was something wrong with you, you know?", said Jenny without taking her eyes off the road. "Always so shy and insecure, I used to think you wouldn't last a day out in the real world. Remember that time those girls took your lunch and threw it in the garbage? I so wanted to slap you in the face for letting those people walk all over you".

Kiara was looking down at her hands, which she had placed on her knees. She didn't know what to say or why Jenny was chastising her.

"But there is nothing wrong with you, okay?", Jenny continued. "I just didn't understand your place".

Kiara swallowed saliva before daring to ask, "what is that?"

"You belong on you knees", Jenny answered. She looked at Kiara and gave her a reassuring smile. Kiara looked back and tried to give her a hesitant smile, too. There was nothing malicious about what Jenny was saying, she thought. Just a hard truth.

"Try to be obedient and learn, it's for your own good", Jenny continued. "We're trying to learn, too", she explained.

This made Kiara look at her friend again. The thought hadn't crossed her mind, but training a slave was something new for her friends too. Did they have second thoughts and experience inner turmoil all the time like she did? Surely it was easier when you weren't the one being punished with a belt or left sexually frustrated for days, she mused.

"Lisa most of all", Jenny laughed. "I've never seen her so excited about something".

"And you?", asked Kiara.

Jenny seemed to ponder her answer before replying. "I think it's fun being in charge", she finally said. "I guess I've always liked being in charge, with boys specially", she added, and Kiara could tell the thought amused her friend Jenny. Was Jenny talking about her sexual experience? Did she like being on top? Kiara didn't know if it was inappropriate for her to ask, so she didn't.

"And I figured", Jenny continued, "that for someone to be in charge, then someone has to be at the bottom, don't you think?". Jenny didn't wait for a reply from Kiara, it was more of a rhetorical question. "When Hollie started treating you like a slave, I thought she was going too far. I could tell it was bothering you but then you kind of eased into the role, you know? It all made sense when you started accepting your place, we were all very excited".

Kiara was at a loss for words. What Jenny was saying made sense, it happened because she had accepted it from the beginning. Even before the day they filmed the slavery project, she had always been shy and insecure, not only towards strangers but even among her friends. Had she always accepted her place, then, even if unconsciously? 

She didn't know what to say, and she remained silent. She was thankful to Jenny for opening up to her and explaining how she felt about the situation. Knowing that Jenny considered her place to be on her knees was a bit reassuring. It made her feel like she wasn't doing something stupid by allowing her friends to treat her like that. It felt "right". Jenny, for her part, understood that Kiara needed time to process what she'd just been told, so she didn't say anything either and, for a while, they rode in silence. 

Finally, the girls were approaching Kiara's house, and Jenny spoke again. "I'm going to park in that shaded area so you can thank me properly for giving you a ride", Jenny stated, while maneuvering her car into a spot that wasn't very illuminated, a couple of yards from Kiara's driveway.

Kiara wasn't sure what Jenny meant by thanking her properly, although she certainly had an idea. She watched Jenny get out of her car then circle around it. Jenny opened the door for her and looked at her expectantly. Once Kiara was out of the car, Jenny motioned with her eyes towards her own feet.

"Kiss my shoes, slave", she commanded.

Kiara knew better than to hesitate. She already had an idea of what Jenny had in mind, as she remembered how Mandy had requested the same thing, and she was prepared for it even before Jenny spoke. She knew that the shaded area they were in provided perfect cover for what she was about to do, or almost. She couldn't be seen by her neighbors, as Jenny's car shielded them from view, and she couldn't be seen by her parents, as the bushes and trees provided a shaded area.

She got on her knees, and looked up to her friend. Jenny was giving her a smile, pleased by her obedience. Kiara then got on her hands and knees and reached with her head towards Jenny's feet. Jenny was wearing black flats and Kiara realized that she hadn't paid attention to what Jenny was wearing on her feet that day, or what she usually wore other days, for that matter.

Back when she had kissed Mandy's boots, Kiara had deliberately kept her mouth closed so that very little of her lips actually touched the boot. That felt wrong now. These were Jenny's shoes. Jenny, who accepted her as she was and even encouraged her to accept her place in life as a slave. A half assed kiss wouldn't do. She opened her mouth and reached with her tongue until it touched the top of Jenny's shoe. She figured that making first contact was the hardest part, and afterwards it should be easier. She let her tongue wander through the top of Jenny's shoe, it tasted bitter and a little bit salty but she found that it wasn't too disgusting. Jenny changed the angle of her foot and Kiara realized that Jenny wanted her to lick the side of her shoe as well. First one side, then the other.

Apparently satisfied, Jenny spoke. "Other shoe", she said as she moved her other foot for Kiara to lick. Kiara did so, not daring to look back at her friend. She was embarrassed by the degrading act she was performing and she didn't think she could look at Jenny's face now. Of course, she would have to once she finished licking her friend's shoes and she almost wished the act didn't have to end. 

"That's enough", said Jenny as she removed her foot from Kiara's reach.

Kiara took this as a sign that her job was done and she sat back on her heels. She looked at her friend Jenny, who was smiling back at her. Her heart was pounding and her face was on fire. Jenny looked so pretty from that angle, Kiara noticed. Very commanding, like a queen, she thought.

"Did you like my shoes, slave?", asked Jenny. Kiara felt the butterflies in her stomach go wild whenever Jenny called her a slave. She almost wished her friends would forget her name and called nothing but that. Slave.

"Yes, miss", Kiara managed to say. Jenny put a hand on Kiara's head, behind her ear, and Kiara felt her chest could almost burst from the intimate gesture.

"Accept yourself, slave", she urged, and Kiara nodded. Jenny expertly removed Kiara's collar from her neck and handed it to her. "Go on now", Jenny said, and she made her way back to her car. Kiara got on her feet and watched as her friend drove off. She waited a while, until Jenny's car could no longer be seen, and then some. Her thoughts were running wild after she had licked her friend's shoes. The act had been deeply humiliating but it also had made her feel good for properly thanking her friend.

After having supper and doing some chores her mother had asked her to do, she was finally able to lie down on her bed. Earlier, Lisa had assured her that she would be allowed an orgasm if she behaved well. Kiara hoped she had met her friends' expectations but when she checked her Slave Training group she didn't find any message from Lisa telling her that she had permission. Did that mean she had failed?

No, she thought. Maybe Lisa had been busy as soon as she arrived home, or maybe her friends expected her to ask for permission. Kiara still had trouble with that, she found it much easier when Lisa simply stated that she could masturbate instead of having to ask for permission herself. Whatever the case, she wanted an orgasm. She needed one. Kiara took out her phone and wrote in her Slave Training group.

"Can I play with myself", she wrote in her group, trying to keep it simple. She put her phone down and patiently waited for a reply. What if all of her friends were busy and she had to wait for hours? She had waited a full week by now, maybe a couple more hours wouldn't be all that bad, she mused. Fortunately for her, a message arrived shortly afterwards.

"Are you horny, slave?", Lisa had written.

What a thing to ask, Kiara thought. Of course she was horny, she had been kept on edge all week. "Yes, Miss", she replied.

"You were good today", Lisa wrote back, and Kiara's face lit up. "Put your collar on, then you can play with yourself. Remember to ask for permission to orgasm", Lisa wrote in another message.

Kiara almost jumped out of her bed and retrieved her collar from her closet, along with its tag. This was it, she was going to enjoy herself this time. She could barely contain her excitement. She had the presence of mind to lock her door, lest someone opened it and found her masturbating furiously on her bed. She threw herself on her bed and her hand darted beneath her shorts.

The moment her hand made contact with her clitoris, she let out a moan. It felt good, really good. The previous night, she had fantasized about being on her knees in front of her friends and she wanted to explore the same fantasy again. She imagined herself on her knees in front of her friends, naked but for the collar she was wearing, except this time she also imagined her friends to be naked as well. The thought made her feel nervous at first, but didn't the owners also enjoy their slaves' attention?

Suddenly, she heard a new message arrive on her Slave Training group.

"Enjoying yourself?", Jenny had written.

"Yes, Miss", Kiara wrote back one-handed, keeping her other hand on her pussy. "It feels really good", she added in another message. She thought to put her phone down but another message arrived almost immediately.

"Let's see it", Jenny wrote, and Kiara froze. She remembered that Jenny liked to see proof of what she was doing. Still laying on her back, she quickly took a picture of her lower body, hand inside her shorts. The picture revealed nothing, except that she had her hand inside her panties, and her legs. Kiara didn't want to give the act much thought, and she quickly sent the picture to Jenny, hoping that she wouldn't request anything else.

"I think you should be on your knees, slave", Jenny replied after seeing Kiara was lying on her bed. Kiara felt her heart beat faster when she read Jenny's message. She found it exciting when her friends commanded her like she was their slave.

"Yes, Miss", she wrote back, before getting out of bed and kneeling in front of her closet mirror. Although Jenny had not specifically asked for it, Kiara felt like proof of her obedience was appropriate. She took a picture of herself kneeling in front of her mirror and sent it to the group. Again, the picture didn't reveal much, except to show that she was kneeling and her hand was inside her shorts. She quickly resumed stroking her clitoris, and she could feel an orgasm building up. Another message arrived shortly afterwards.

"I feel like the slave has too many clothes on, don't you think?", Hollie had written, apparently addressing Lisa or Jenny. Kiara felt the blood drain from her face, as she knew what Hollie was implying. She could see Lisa was typing a new message and her heart was racing now.

"Yeah, I agree. You're a little overdressed, slave", Lisa wrote.

Kiara was at a loss for words. What was she supposed to do now? The only thing she thought to do was to reply "Miss?".

"What part are you having trouble with, slave?", Jenny wrote. "We think you should be naked", she added in another message.

Kiara was in turmoil. Her friends had never seen her naked, not even in her underwear although she knew some girls were comfortable changing in front of their other girlfriends. Not Kiara, though. She had always been too shy about it. If she complied, she thought, it would be a turning point for her and her journey into slavery. But could she do this?

This was also, probably, her last opportunity to refuse her friends' commands. She could still tell her friends that they were going too far, that she didn't want to be a slave anymore. If she was going to do it, reject her status as a slave among her friends, this was it. But she wouldn't, she knew that.

The night before, and again a few minutes earlier, she had fantasized about being on her knees in front of her friends, naked but for the collar she was wearing. It felt like a natural thing for a slave to do, she decided. Her course of action was obvious.

She started undressing, then, first removing her white tank top and her bra. She took a minute to admire her own breasts, and took notice that her nipples were hard. Kiara had never believed herself to be ugly but she certainly never saw herself as a hottie, either. It was a strange feeling for her, she felt desired. She didn't think her friends desired her in a lesbian sense, but they did want to see her naked. She knew it was because they wanted to exert their dominance on her, and that made her feel excited.

Her heart was pounding as she slid her thumbs inside the elastic waistband of her shorts and panties. She was really going to do it now, she thought. She expertly removed her panties without getting off her knees and took a look at herself in her closet mirror. The girl looking back at her had a huge smile on her face, why was she so excited?

She took her phone and quickly snapped a picture of herself, kneeling in front of her mirror wearing nothing but her slave collar. She was careful not to show her face, and she hoped her friends would at least give her that little respite. Her hand was trembling as she chose the picture from her gallery and finally pressed the Send button. It was done.

Once the picture had been sent, she put her phone down and promptly resumed her attention to her crotch. She had been extremely frustrated the whole week and the last act of submission she had performed for her friends had put her on edge. She could feel an orgasm building up between her thighs. A new message arrived, then.

"That's a good slave", Hollie had written, and this made Kiara's face light up. Usually Hollie would bully her, and in a way she was, but being praised for her obedience felt good, Kiara realized.

Kiara couldn't wait any longer now, she had to cum. She knew Lisa had given her specific instructions to ask for permission before having an orgasm, and the idea made her feel uneasy. What if Lisa said no? She had to ask anyway.

"Can I cum?", she wrote to her Slave Training group. She only hoped her friends had been pleased with her. She had been obedient all week, and she had behaved well when the girls had met Mandy and Stephanie earlier that day, or at least she believed that to be the case. She had also sent that lewd picture of herself, naked for her friends to see. Was she not a good slave? A message arrived shortly afterwards.

"Are you horny, slave?", Lisa wrote.

"Yes, Miss", Kiara replied immediately. "I want to cum real bad, can I?".

"Get those knees wide open", Lisa commanded.

The picture Kiara had sent to her friends showed her kneeling straight, knees touching each other. Kiara hadn't given it much thought, as her friends had only instructed her to get on her knees like a slave. Now Lisa had other ideas. Kiara pointed her phone at her mirror again, her knees obscenely wide this time. She couldn't help but think this position made her look like a slut. She felt exposed. As she snapped another picture, she had to stop and compose herself because her hands were trembling.

Once the image had been sent, she had to wait. She didn't want to ask for permission again, and risk making her friends angry. But then again, she was desperate now. Fortunately a new message arrived quickly.

"That's a good obedient slave", Lisa had written and, then, "you may cum, slave. Enjoy".

Yes! Kiara could not contain her excitement. She quickly resumed her attention to her pussy, which she felt was on fire. Ecstasy engulfed her body then, and for a moment she lost her balance. She lunged forward, one arm supporting her body against the floor while her other arm was busy rubbing her clitoris. Her orgasm hit her like a truck and, even though she'd had a couple of amazing orgasms the previous week, she could easily count this as the best one yet.

Kiara lied on her floor, her chest heaving. She felt such bliss after having an orgasm. She kept replaying the events in her head, and how much she had enjoyed herself. The wait, though arduous, had very well been worth it, she thought. Usually she would feel ashamed and regretful for doing something so lewd, but now she felt content. Like everything was in its proper place. She was a slave and she knew it. Her friends knew it, too.

She took her phone and wrote to her friends, "I finished".

"That's a good slave", replied Lisa shortly afterwards. Then, in another message, "you will be shaving that pubic hair".

This made Kiara feel self conscious. She didn't have a huge bush, but she didn't trim it either. Since she wasn't sexually active she never felt like it was something she needed to do. Now her friend was telling her that her pubic hair was unacceptable. "Yes, Miss", she replied, a little embarrassed.

"Try to get some sleep", Lisa wrote back, "tonight you'll be sleeping on the floor".

Kiara's eyes went wide. Her enthusiasm and enjoyment during her recent masturbation session had made her forget that she was still thrall to her friends' whims. Now she had to sleep on the floor like a dog, and that didn't sound very fun but what else could she do? She wrote "Yes, Miss" back to Lisa to let her know that her instructions had been understood, then promptly dressed again.

She at least took a pillow from her bed, then tried to make herself comfortable on the floor at the food of her bed. It took her a while to fall asleep, as her mind wouldn't stop wandering into thoughts of slavery, and how she wished her friends were sleeping comfortable on her bed while was on the floor like their dog.