The incessant beeping of the alarm clock pulled her roughly from her slumber. The first thing she became aware of was the musky odor that filled the room, a mixture of sex and sweat. It took her a few moments to realize that it was herself that gave off the aroma, and she felt light-headed when last evening's events rushed to the forefront of her mind.

A look at the clock startled her. Five to eight. She must have slept through almost a half hour of the alarm’s hubbub. Silencing it with a push on the small button, she took a deep breath, then her eyes widened, and she almost jumped from the bed and hurried into the bathroom. Thank god, she surmised, that showering wasn’t on the menu anyway. Hurriedly brushing her teeth she tried to get rid of the last cobwebs of sleep, and a few minutes later she was racing across the lawn towards Lisa’s house, almost slipping a few times on the grass which was still wet with dew.

Praying that she made it on time, she hesitantly knocked on the patio door. The air was rather crisp this morning, and she shivered a little. It felt strange, standing there in the nude in broad daylight, and she self-consciously shifted her weight between her legs. Now that the excitement had time to settle down, she once more questioned her decisions. She could walk away anytime, Lisa had told her that, and she believed her. But something urged her to stay, to see how the adventure would continue.

Her reflection in the glass door looked a mess. Her hair was disheveled, sticking out in all directions, and the pink inscriptions on her tummy were smudged, yet still - if barely - legible and reminding her of yesterday's dirty deeds.

She knocked again, this time a bit harder, but she still got no response and settled to wait some more. Her eyes had just wandered to the table next to her, when suddenly the door was pulled open.

"You’re late." It was Lisa, clad in a white terry-cloth robe that made her look almost like an angel in the soft morning light, and she tried but failed to make out whether the girl was unhappy with that fact.

"I’m sorry, Mistress. I’ve knocked before, but you didn’t hear me."

"Then you should have knocked louder the first time. It’s not my fault."

"I’m sorry," Helen repeated her apology, eyes downcast, "really, Mistress."

Lisa’s hand softly cupped her cheek. "I can see that."

Helen dared look up at her. Perhaps she’d be forgiven this first time. After all, the game was new to her.

"But it doesn’t change the rules. Now, now, don’t let your shoulders slump like this. You’ll just have to pay the forfeit, and then we’re back to a clean slate and everything will be forgiven."

"What - what’s the forfeit?" Helen’s voice trembled.

"Nothing you can’t do, believe me." And when the older woman didn’t appear convinced, Lisa stood on her tiptoes and gave her a small kiss on the lips.

Helen couldn’t stop the fluttering wings in her stomach and the tingling where the girl’s lips had touched hers, and her mouth formed a dreamy smile.

"There," Lisa cooed, "don’t worry so much. Now come in, I don’t want you to get a cold."

Stepping over the threshold, Helen’s eyes widened when she saw for the first time the amount of remodeling that had taken place. The walls to the former living had been removed, and she was standing in a huge room with a dark wooden floor, at least forty feet long and thirty wide. The part closest to the patio door held a comfy looking red sofa and matching plush chairs around a sturdy looking table with a glass top. One wall was adorned with the biggest flat screen TV she had ever seen. The remote part was an open kitchen, with a freestanding oven and a marble counter. At the left she saw a huge dining table with elegant wooden chairs with a high back.

"Wow."

Lisa smiled. "I’m told it was quite a bit of work to get it up to scratch, but they really did a good job."

"They did, definitely. It’s brilliant."

"Wait until you’ve been upstairs." Lisa suddenly looked her up and down. "Good, you followed at least this rule. And while we’re talking about rules, here’s another one." Her eyes grew calculating.

A small shiver ran down Helen’s back, it was clear that whatever that rule entailed was something wicked again. But the hard look made Lisa’s even more beautiful, if possible. When the girl didn’t speak and the silence stretched to almost a minute, she drew a deep breath. "Which rule, Mistress?"

She was rewarded with a sweet smile. "You’ll stay on all fours while you’re in my house, unless I tell you otherwise."

It took a few seconds, but then Helen slowly sank down onto her knees and got into the desired position in front of Lisa, her eyes never leaving the girl’s face, which lit up in joy.

"You’re such a submissive little slut. I’m so glad I’ve found you." She twirled around and crossed the room, motioning the older neighbor to follow her. Stepping, or crawling, into the hallway, they stopped in front of a massive wooden staircase which Helen recognized, probably the only thing that had survived the remodeling, but once again restored to its original shiny glory.

"You crawl ahead," Lisa ordered, "I want to see your pussy stick out and your big bum wiggle."

And Helen did that, cheeks flaming, conscious of her young neighbor’s looks on her backside.

"Your tits look even bigger when you crawl," the jibe stopped Helen’s blush from fading, "I can’t wait to include them in the game. Are your nipples sensitive?"

"Very," she managed to reply after a second of collecting herself, "Mistress."

"Good," Lisa proclaimed just as they reached the top of the stairs, "I can’t wait to include them in the game. Jen already gave me a number of ideas for them."

"What ideas, Mistress?" Helen asked, now crawling down the hallway alongside the girl.

"Now that would be telling."

A soft pull at her hair brought the crawling woman to a standstill, and then a door was opened right next to her and she was guided inside. It was obviously Lisa’s bedroom, quite big, and the middle of the room was taken up by a huge four poster bed made of stainless steel. The walls were adorned with sliding doors made of steel and milky-white glass, giving the room a Japanese feel. But what made Helen’s breath hitch was the girl on the bed. Jen was lying there, naked and with her wrists in manacles, her arms bound to the head of the bed, her knees bent all the way and straps running around her thighs and ankles holding them together, her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face.

"Isn’t she beautiful?" Lisa whispered.

"Yes Mistress," she answered, ignoring the stab of jealousy in her chest. The image was powerful and seductive, and she wished it was herself who was bound in this fashion.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" Lisa exclaimed, waking her friend, who stirred and fought to lift her head enough to see them both.

"Oh good, she came!"

"I’ve had no doubt about that. But she was late."

"Oh my, poor little slut," the bound girl sighed, but a grin belied her compassion.

"But we’ve got something to finishe before we take care of her. Come on slut, hop up onto the bed!"

Helen followed the order and crawled over to the bed where she climbed up and waited awkwardly for another command. Lisa, meanwhile, had stepped around the other side of the bed and was settling down on her knees in front of her captive.

"How often have I brought you close to cumming this morning?" Lisa inquired.

"Nine times," Jen answered, the need in her voice obvious.

"Then it’s time for your reward. Watch closely, slut." She took hold of her friend’s knees and pushed them up and outwards, until they came to rest against the sides of her upper body. The girl’s petals parted halfway through the movement and exposed her rosy, moist folds. Then Lisa lowered her face to the beautiful, youthful pussy, her lips slightly parted and the tip of her tongue sticking out. It was an incredibly sensuous picture, and Helen’s stomach tingled from watching it.

Then the tongue made contact, slowly trailing over the plump outer lips, and a small whimper from Jen filled the room. Lisa continued to tease her friend, always staying on the outside of her sex, licking her lips and softly biting the inside of her thighs. Jen’s whimpers grew more urgent, and when Lisa didn’t pick up her pace, it became intermixed with desperate pleas.

When the pleas turned to continuous begging, interspersed with small, desperate sobs, Lisa finally relented. With a swift motion, three of her fingers buried themselves fully in her friend’s pussy, and she was rewarded with a delighted moan. Her lips sought out the bound girl’s clit, ripe and shiny like a red grape, and when she started to suckle, the moans grew in loudness and filled the entire room. Jen’s breath started to hitch, and between declarations of love for Lisa, she shuddered and writhed as much as her bound state would allow.

The fingers started to move in and out of the girl’s pussy, and Lisa didn’t draw things out this time. Her speed increased quickly, and the sexy grunts that came from Jen told that she was quickly nearing the plateau. That was when Lisa pulled back her lips and captured she shiny pearl with her teeth, which was all that her friend needed. Her bound legs snapped forward and captured her lover’s head between them while her back arched and she cried out her pleasure.

Helen watched the girl’s pupils flutter upwards until only the white of her eyes was visible, her face awash with emotions and her body trembling and twitching. Her own pussy spasmed in time with the girl, and she found she might almost come herself if the display continued.

Lisa slowly pulled back, and Jen’s body relaxed. "I love you," she whispered to her lover.

"I know," Lisa replied. "You’re so beautiful when you come." She crawled a bit upwards on the bed and kissed her, two hungry young mouths and tongues eager to explore each other. She drew away after minute, out of breath and with a wide smile.

"I want to stay with you forever," Jen declared. "You’re so wonderful."

"Oh you silly little girl," Lisa cooed, softly stroking her friend’s cheek, "you don’t really want that. I only like girls who are barely of age." She kept on caressing Jen’s face. "If you get older, your tits and ass will sag, and you’ll get wrinkles. Your skin won’t be as smooth and even anymore, and your pussy will get worn out. I’ll stop finding you attractive, and if you still want to be around, I’ll have to turn you into one of my depraved little sluts. You don’t want that, do you?"

The look of anguish on Jen’s face and the tears that silently trickled down her face almost broke Helen’s heart. And the soft, loving expression on Lisa’s face while she thrashed all of Jen’s hopes made her shiver. In a moment of lucidity she recognized the sheer cruelty in the girl. She was almost ready to flee and never talk to Lisa again, when the girl turned to her and smiled that angelic smile.

"Isn’t she beautiful when she looks that desperate?" She softly inquired, running a finger over her friend’s tear-streaked face and holding it out towards Helen. "Love is such an incredible gift, but it’s all the more wonderful when it is given with little reward. Taste how special it is."

The finger came closer and closer to Helen’s lips. The situation was absurd, and something inside the angelic girl had to be seriously broken. But there was some sick truth to her words, and when her lips opened and her tongue tasted the salty bitterness of the tears, something inside Helen gave way. She closed her eyes and suckled on the digit.

"Such a good little slut," Lisa purred, pulling her hand away again, "let me just set Jen free, then I’ll take care of you."

The response of "yes, Mistress" came without conscious thought.

It seemed only a second later to Helen that Lisa had removed all the bindings from Jen and the girl stood next to the bed, stretching her body and shaking her arms and legs.

"Now to you, little slut. You have to pay your forfeit." Lisa was now sitting on the edge of the bed and looking over her shoulder at her.

"What will it be, Mistress?" Helen’s voice shook.

"Get down and kneel in front of me, I want to explain a few things."

The floor, also the same wood as downstairs, was hard on her knees after the softness of the mattress, but she did as asked and knelt, her arms at her sides, and looked up at Lisa.

"First," the girl began, "you’re doing really good so far." She cupped Helen’s face with her hands, who snuggled into the tender touch. "And that’s perhaps a bit of a bad thing. For you, that is."

Helen’s eyes widened. "How so, Mistress?"

"You see, you’re so submissive that I think I’ll have to up the ante a bit. Normally, I’d start with a hard spanking. But you’d probably enjoy that too much, and we can’t have that. Do you understand why?"

"No, Mistress." A spanking didn’t sound too bad.

Lisa sighed. "A forfeit must be something that you really want to avoid. Something that’s either too painful, or too revolting, or just too embarrassing for you to enjoy. Otherwise it won’t matter if you complete a task. Can you see that?"

Helen bit her lip. "Yes, Mistress, I can:"

"Then you’ll understand how it works."

"But," Helen decided to seize the moment and learn more about the game, "what about the game itself. What is the goal? How - how far will this all go? When will it end?"

If Lisa was uncomfortable with the way the questions were going, she didn’t let on.

Instead, she brought one of her legs between Helen’s knees and pushed her foot lightly against the older woman’s sex.

"The goal of the game is just this," she said and began to rub her foot back and forth, "sexual satisfaction for both of us. You are submissive, as submissive as I’ve ever seen someone, and you can get incredible orgasms from doing things outside of your comfort zone. You’ve already experienced that. Me," she pointed to herself, "I’m a dominant. I like to control people and make them submit to my wishes, so it works both ways."

Her foot pressed a little harder, and Helen found it increasingly difficult to keep her body’s reactions in check and concentrate on Lisa’s words.

"The goal of the game is also to entertain me, and to keep things interesting for both of us, the tasks I’ll have you perform will be increasingly difficult for you. Tell me, how did you feel when I removed the blindfold from your eyes and you recognized Jen?"

Helen gulped. It took her quite some time to formulate a response. "I was - I was shocked. And I felt dirty. And so incredibly exposed. I was ashamed."

"And that made you horny like hell, didn’t it?" Lisa’s knowing smirk seemed to cut right through Helen’s last barriers.

"Yes, Mistress."

"But it wouldn’t work as well if we did it again."

"No, it wouldn’t."

"There you have it. But you pose a good question where this will go, and when it will end. You’re in fact the first one of my sluts who is clever enough to ask those. The answer is, it will go wherever your arousal and my inventiveness lead us. The game is about removing your inhibitions, your dignity, and finally, your choices. I want to strip those from you, layer by layer, while I see you eagerly suffering, until there is only your submission left. Think of it as creating the perfect, willing slave, who never questions an order, no matter how revolting or depraved it may be. Whose only aim is to please her Mistress with every fiber of her body. But that takes a long, long time. And I’ve never gotten there with one of my sluts before, so I can’t really say how long it takes."

"Your teachers…" Helen thought aloud.

"Yes, it was so much fun to turn around the roles. But in the end, it was almost more trouble than it was worth."

"But won’t you get bored once you’re there?" The older woman inquired, focusing hard to overcome the pleasurable feelings from the foot rubbing against her pussy, and hastily and somewhat breathlessly added, "Mistress?"

"I might. But I might still keep you around as a toy for my girlfriends or a playmate for my latest slut."

"You’re cruel."

"Yes. But that’s what draws you to me, isn’t it?"

Helen exhaled and looked down in resignation. "It is."

"Hey, cheer up," Lisa commanded, putting a finger under the woman’s chin and guiding her head upwards, "it’s going to be a long time until we get there. And meanwhile, there’s the forfeit to pay. I’ve got something really disgusting for you, and I bet your pussy will drip like mad afterwards."

She looked at Jen, who had been standing beside us the whole time and watching our discussion. Lisa’s hand softly stroked her friend’s tummy. "Do you need to pee, sweetheart?"

"I’m almost bursting," Jen replied with a happy giggle, as if the scene earlier had never happened.

"Perfect. Use the special loo."

"Okay."

"Watch her," Lisa told the woman at her feet.

Jen stepped up to one of the sliding doors and pushed it to the side. Helen turned, following her movement and had to stifle a gasp at what she saw. It opened up to a room about ten feet in each direction that was tiled from bottom to top. Inside were an open shower, a stainless steel sink, a huge, glistening metal construct that looked like a wicked version of the examination chair in gynecologist's practice, and a toilet made from glass or plastic that was completely see-through.

That toilet was where Jen sat down, spreading her legs wide, and without pause let go of her pee which splattered noisily into the transparent bowl. Instead of running down the drain, Helen watched with wide eyes as the level of yellowish liquid slowly rose, until it filled a good five inches. Jen looked slightly uncomfortable and had her eyes cast at the floor in front of her.

It was incredibly lewd to Helen. But also sexy. Her emotions tumbled over each other.

"Fill up one of the toothbrush beakers half way and bring it here," Lisa told her friend when the last trickles had finally stopped.

Helen wondered about the order and watched on with curiosity when Jen picked up one of the glass beakers, but when the girl didn’t use the tap but turned around instead and neared the toilet again, she experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach. When the girl got to her knees and held the beaker under a spigot, the feeling was confirmed. Yellow liquid trickled into the beaker and slowly filled it up with quiet little splashing sounds.

"Oh my god," she gasped, dread filling her, almost making her panic. "I’ll have - you can’t - oh my god, please not that!" She pleaded, but she knew that there would be no avoiding it, while Jen stepped closer, slowly and careful not to spill a drop, the beaker held out almost reverently in front of her.

Arms circled around Helen’s body and fingers captured her nipples, softly kneading them. "You can refuse," Lisa whispered into her ear, "but then we’ll have to stop playing the game. You’ll never know what forbidden pleasures I have in store for you, and you’ll suffer every day, full of want, but only able to look at me from afar. Are you sure you can bear that?"

Seconds ticked by. "But," Helen meekly tried to protest, "that’s so gross - it’s too intense. Can’t you make me do something else? Please, Mistress!"

"Sorry, I’ve already decided. And I love the idea so much. I want see your face when you gulp down Jen’s golden pee. I want to see the revulsion in your eyes. Isn’t it doubly delicious that you know Jen so well?"

"Oh god," Helen could only whimper. Jen was holding the glass out to her, and then she watched like in a movie as her own hand mechanically reached out and wrapped itself around the beaker.

"Morning pee is supposed to be especially healthy," Lisa purred into her ear, "nothing but the best for my little slut. Now drink up."

She could see Lisa leaning over her to see her face. Jen was sitting cross-legged in front of her and watching her expectantly. She brought the beaker to her lips with trembling hands and was almost overcome by the acrid smell.

Jen smirked at her. "Come on, hurry up. It won’t get any easier."

She couldn’t believe that she was doing it, but she opened her lips and slowly tilted back the beaker. It was warm, and bitter, and salty, and after the first gulp she had to fight the urge to throw it up again. Her skin was on fire with shame. Jen’s eyes gleamed with excitement. She forced herself to take another gulp, and another. If she breathed in through her mouth, she realized, it wasn’t as bad, apparently the smell was a lot worse than the taste. Still, when the last drops had been gulped down, tears sprang to her eyes and wet her cheeks.

"See, you did it. Good little slut." Lisa’s words didn’t help much at first, but when one of the girl’s hands trailed down between her legs and dipped into her folds, it was all the distraction she needed.

"And I told you that you’d be dripping. You’re almost like a fountain."

Helen’s eyes widened and her breath hitched when she realized that Lisa was right. A ball of heat had formed between her legs, and her nipples were stiff and throbbing.

"Oh my god," she whimpered, "what are you doing to me?"

A giggle answered her. "Nothing, that’s all you. You’re a needy slut, and your body can’t hide that. Now thank Jen for letting you drink her piss, and do it convincingly. A bit of poetic language wouldn’t hurt."

Helen could only stutter for a minute, and Lisa’s fingers, still toying with her wet pussy, were far less helpful now, every touch sending pleasant shivers through her pelvis. Jen watched her eagerly with a cruel little smirk. Her skin was burning when she finally managed to form a string of words, her throat scratchy from the acrid liquid and the shame she felt. "Thank you, Mistress Jen," she whispered, "for letting me drink the sweet yellow nectar from your delicate body."

Jen’s pleased chortles were like a knife twisting in a wound. "Oh god, you’re so sweet. But if you enjoyed it so much, I’ll make sure that you’ll never run out of it."

It was all Helen could do to suppress the desperate sob that wanted to escape her throat at this declaration.

"Listen you two," Lisa suddenly piped, "I’ve got to go downstairs and make a few phone calls. Why don’t you wait on the bed and chatter for a bit until I’m finished." She didn’t wait for a reply, closing the door behind herself, and an uncomfortable silence filled the room.

Finally, Helen could stand it no more and did as suggested. She climbed onto the bed, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling’s paneling. A soft creaking and dipping of the mattress told her that Jen had followed her.

"It’s going to get worse, you know."

Helen nodded with a resigned sigh and tried to ignore the foul aroma still filling her mouth. "I do know."

"I really wouldn’t have thought you’d go through with it. You’ve always been miss prim and proper, I had expected you to bolt at the first indecent bit. Why didn’t you?"

Helen had to ask herself why. Minutes went by, until the answer presented itself in astonishing clarity. "Lisa."

Her best friend’s daughter hummed an affirmative. "I think I know what you mean. She’s got that magic around her."

She nodded. "I don’t know how she does it. Perhaps it’s her looks. It’s almost impossible to say no to her."

Jen sighed. "She’s wonderful. I love her so much."

"But she doesn’t love you. She’s playing a game with you too." Helen bit her lip, hoping she wasn’t going too far.

She need not have worried. "I know. She’s made that clear from the start. She’s using me, just like she’s using you."

"And you let her?"

A dry chuckle answered. "Talk about pot and kettle."

"It’s different. I’m almost forty, my ship’s already sailed. You’re young, you’ve still got a future."

When there was no answer for a few minutes, Helen changed the direction of her questions. "Why are you so mean to me?"

"For one, as I told you, petty revenge. You told on me for smoking. You never let me stay up even a minute past curfew. You didn’t let finish the TV series I was watching, even if there were just a few minutes left. You made me eat Brussels sprouts. And," Jen’s voice became soft, "because I can."

"I don’t understand."

"Can I try something?"

"What do you want to try?" Helen’s voice grew hesitant.

"Just answer yes or no."

"I don’t know. Oh fuck, okay. Yes, you can." She really wanted to understand the girl’s motives.

Jen swung her body around and over the woman, so her knees were next to Helen’s breasts, her bum coming to rest on the older woman’s tummy. "This is going to hurt a little. Whatever you do, don’t move and don’t speak, and keep looking into my eyes."

The almost giddy smile on the girl’s lips stirred something inside Helen, and her heartbeat grew faster. Then she saw, in her peripheral vision, two pairs of fingers reach for her nipples. She expected them pull and tweak them. Instead, fingernails buried themselves in her soft, sensitive buds without mercy.

"Ow!"

"Hush!" The gleam was back in Jen’s eyes.

The pain was intense, and it got worse with every second. Helen could feel the corners of her own mouth start twitching, and she fought the urge to twist away from the cruel grip. She noticed the flush of arousal coloring the girl’s cheekbones, the slight parting of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils.

"Power. It’s like an aphrodisiac." The girl whispered. "Controlling someone. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s addictive."

Tears started once more to fall, but Helen still kept her gaze on Jen’s blurring face.

"I can make you moan in pleasure, or sob with pain or embarrassment." The girl’s voice had become husky, her breathing hard, and she had started to grind her pussy against the older woman’s tummy, painting a moist, slippery trail.

"Please!" Helen sobbed, the pain getting too much for her, tears and snot now equally staining her face.

At that moment, the door flew open with a bang. Lisa’s enraged voice shot through the room like a whip. "And just what do you think you are doing?"

The fingernails let go at last, and Helen slumped back into the mattress and tried to regain her breathing. She wiped away the tears as good as she could with her naked arm.

Meanwhile, Lisa had crossed the room like a fury and yanked Jen off of the older woman by her hair. She dragged her to the floor and, bending over her, slapped her face. "Ungrateful bitch. Who does your pussy belong to?"

A mewling sound followed the slap, then a meek voice answered, "You, Lisa."

"And it took you all of five minutes to forget that!. I leave you alone a little, and then I find you humping the slut!" She spat on her girlfriend’s face, a huge dollop of spittle that hit her eye and slowly started trickle down her face. "Go stand in the corner and face the wall while I think of an appropriate punishment," Lisa hissed, and her sobbing girlfriend hurried to comply with the order.

Helen tried her best not to draw attention to herself, fearful to get caught up in her beautiful young neighbor’s wrath. Still, with Jen standing in the corner, Lisa’s eyes came to rest on her and one brow went slightly upwards.

"I’m not sure how much of that is your fault as well. But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. For now, you can take a shower. You’re a mess."