Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. A Model in Chains"From Grad School to Slave School: A Vacation in Chains Chapter 1"Now, you prissy Bitch. This is your personal Hell week." Of course she couldn't hear me. She wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning, and would remember little.
This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Meanwhile we are wrapping up something new and exciting. I had some time yet to gloat and revel in the anticipation of what was to come. I looked down at the naked body of my teacher's assistant. Though she dressed much more conservatively than me and most of her other female students, it just made men and women drool to see more.
I felt I was just as pretty, but she was more petite and to some perhaps more feminine. I am taller and more athletic, which intimidated some men, but that didn't matter to me. Many women appreciated my looks and my dominant streak.
And her pussy was as hairless as the day she was born. Miss Kelli, soon to be slut Kelli, was in for quite a ride.
I could see her erect clit now and pinched it hard. I thought to myself, if only she hadn't been such a bitch.
I would have enjoyed seducing her though I had no idea if she was bi at all.
I thought to myself that I might, in some perverse way, be doing her a favor. In this case she would learn to be a slut for several men and women and perhaps a total slave to me. My second stroke of luck was when I was in her office pleading about my grade.
I saw her ticket on her desk and seeing it was for two weeks, not one.I got to Miami ahead of her, taking the Friday night redeye, while she was booked on an early Saturday flight, and staked out her hotel. Basic furniture, built in cupboards, a toilet area. One by one, still in a fog, I took inventory of the surroundings. I held up my wrist and a leather bracelet with rings was revealed!She was oblivious to everything as she headed for her first night club, so it was easy to follow her unnoticed. A light chain was connected to a ring on the bracelet, and when I raised my wrist higher, I realized the chain was linked to my other wrist restraint, and also to leather ankle cuffs, and to something around my neck! I was naked, alone, chained, and I had no idea what had happened. I needed to pee, so I managed to stagger to the toilet to relieve myself, taking short choppy steps. There was no seat on the toilet, just the porcelain bowl.I saw she was going to Miami a week early and I immediately thought I knew the reason.Being that far from home where no one would know her, she would no doubt go to South Beach where she could go wild. Drink, tease, and leave a wake of horny, unsatisfied men.The pain must have penetrated her subconscious because she moaned audibly.