I didn’t intend to become Denise’s slave. I really didn’t. It was all sort of an accident. It even started out with an accident. No, that’s not exactly true. It wasn’t an accident that I posted a naked picture of Denise online. That was intentional, but it was sort of an accident that I took that picture in the first place.
I live with five other girls and everyone is really casual about how they are dressed unless they are downstairs in the living room or kitchen. We live in a three story house just off campus that has three bedrooms on each of the top two floors. There is one shared bathroom on each floor. Downstairs there is a large double living room, a kitchen, and a dining room. It isn’t unusual for everyone to be wearing nothing but a P & B outfit upstairs, often less than that.
Denise always takes a shower at exactly nine o’clock every morning. And she always walks down to the bathroom naked. She’s in there forever… well for about an hour and fifteen minutes. No, for exactly an hour and fifteen minutes. Denise is exact about everything. And everything has to be done exactly her way. She stays in the bathroom until she has dried and styled her hair and done her makeup just right, then she saunters back to her room displaying her beauty to us all. I guess I have to admit that, unlike me, she really is beautiful.
I told her she was hogging the bathroom and she told me that it was the only place with the proper lighting for her to do her makeup. I told her that she didn’t need proper lighting to paint her toenails. She just laughed at me and said, “A person like you would never understand.”
That was the last straw. I was fed up with it and decided to take her down a peg or two. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I would find something. Then the opportunity just presented itself by accident. I had bought this new dress. It was short and sparkly and perfect for going out to the club in town when the other girls let me go with them. I had been planning to post a mirror selfie to show it off. I got all dressed up one morning and stood in front of the full-length mirror on my bedroom wall with my phone in my hand. As I stood there trying to get the best angle, I realized that the door to my bedroom was directly behind me and I could see out into the hallway in my mirror.
I had her! It was almost ten fifteen. Denise would be walking back to her room in just a few moments. I switched my phone to video and held it up like I was taking my selfie. Then I stood real still and waited. Sure enough, Denise came strutting by in all her naked glory.
As soon as she was past the open doorway, I stopped the video and then carefully backed it up until it showed Denise exactly in the doorway. She was even taking an extra-long step so that everything was visible between her legs. Her hair, unfortunately, had flipped slightly forward and obscured her face, but she… and I… would know who it was.
I made sure that the image was clear of anything that looked like a video playing and pressed the buttons to cause a screen capture. There is another way to do that, but I don’t know how to do it. When I checked the captured image, it looked like I had just taken a selfie and “accidentally” caught Denise in the doorway. I posted it and waited for people to notice.
I didn’t expect it to go viral. I really didn’t. But the image got posted all over as a meme with the caption, “What color is that dress? No, not that one, the one in the hallway.”
That night, just before supper, Denise came screaming into my room. “Suzy, you little turd!” she yelled at me. “You intentionally posted that image of me naked.”
I decided to play dumb and said, “What image?”
She grabbed my phone off my dresser. “You still using your home address as your pin number?” she growled as she poked at my phone. Then she smiled and said, “I thought so.”
She had my phone open.
She quickly brought up my original selfie… then the video… and then the screen capture. Why hadn’t I deleted them?
“I thought it was just an accident,” she said angrily, storming across the room. Then she yelled in my face, “But you set me up.”
“Your face isn’t visible,” I stammered out. “No one will know it is you.”
“Everyone knows we live in the same house,” she snarled. “I have had a hundred texts from friends and horny ex-boyfriends asking if it is really me.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think.”
“You never think,” she said angrily. Then she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me downstairs. Mary, Rhea, Judy, and Beth were already in the dining room. It was Rhea’s turn to cook and she had made something red and spicy like she always does.
“We have been betrayed!” Denise screamed at them.
“Yeah,” Judy said, trying not to laugh. “We saw the meme.”
“I say we throw her out of the house,” Denise said harshly.
“No,” I begged. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“How would you do that?” Denise asked angrily with her face only inches from mine.
“Maybe we could punish her,” Beth said.
“Or post naked pictures of her,” Mary added.
“Or both,” Judy added cheerfully.
Denise stood staring at me coldly and then said, “No, let’s do this the old-fashioned way. I think Suzy should be goalie for our practice over at the soccer field tonight.”
“I can reheat this,” Rhea said as she took dinner back into the kitchen.
All five of them play on the college soccer team. I tried out, but didn’t make the cut. There is a practice field in the quad formed by four old-style multi-story dormitories. Denise and Mary literally dragged me out of the house and frog-marched me the four blocks over to the practice field. I couldn’t see it at the time, but Beth and Judy were each carrying a duffle bag full of soccer balls that they use for practice. Rhea was carrying a smaller duffle bag that held the nets and the ropes for attaching the nets to the soccer goals.
Evidently there was a lot of extra rope in that bag because when we got to the field, Denise said, “Let’s tie her up in the middle and see how many goals we can get around her.” Then she and Mary, aided by Beth and Judy tied me in a big X in the center of the goal posts. Meanwhile, Rhea was laying out all of the soccer balls on the free kick line.
“I get to go first,” Denise said with a laugh. There were twelve balls lined up and all of them ended up in the goal net. Ten of them hit me on the way in.
Denise did a little victory dance. Then the five of them collected the balls and put them back on the free kick line.
Mary stood at the line looking at me for a long time. Then she said, “She doesn’t look like a goalie. She doesn’t have the right uniform.”
“You’re right,” Denise said loudly. “Goalies don’t wear long pants.”
It was still kind of cool in the evening, so I was wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants.
Judy grabbed a large knife from the rope bag and said, “We can fix that.”
She ran over to me, stuck the knife in the bottom of my sweatpants leg and started cutting upward. I think she intended to cut them into shorts. At least that’s what I thought she was going to do. But Denise started chanting, “All the way up! All the way up!”
Soon Mary, Rhea, and Beth joined her, clapping their hands and chanting, “All the way up! All the way up!”
Judy kept cutting with the knife until she cut through the waistband and the sweatpants fell open around my left leg.
“Might as well even it up,” she said and started cutting down the right leg. Soon I was standing there in just my panties and a sweatshirt.
“Now that looks just wrong,” Beth said.
“You’re right!” Denise yelled. Then she came over, took the knife from Judy and slit my sweatshirt down the front starting at the collar.
“Almost,” she said as she moved to the sleeves and cut each one from the collar down to the wrist. Now I was standing there in just my bra and panties.
“I’m up,” Mary yelled and started kicking soccer balls at me. Mary is nowhere as good as Denise. She only got seven of the balls in the net and none of them hit me on the way in. Four balls, however, hit directly on my legs or stomach and bounced away.
“It looks like you knocked the piss out of her,” Denise said as she walked up to stand directly in front of me. Suddenly there was a strange look on her face as she said slowly, “Or did you?”
She reached down and rubbed her fingers on the gusset of my panties. I must have moaned slightly because Denise jumped back with a surprised look on her face and yelled out,“She’s getting off on this! She’s wet!”
She leaned in a little closer and said in a sing-song voice, “Is little Suzy getting off showing her body to all the boys in the dorms?”
I just hung my head.
“No, that isn’t it, is it, Suzy?” she said firmly, shaking her head. Then she rubbed her fingers on my panties once more.
“Maybe it’s the girls?” she said sarcastically.
I looked up at her and she again looked surprised. “Oh,” she said slowly, “it’s one girl.”
I continued to stare up at her. “My God!” Denise said loudly, “We have a little subbie. Suzy fantasizes about becoming someone’s little slave, don’t you, Suzy?”
All I could do was slowly nod my head. My skin was so hot from embarrassment I thought I was going to burst into flames.
“Who is it that gets you all hot, Suzy?” she said firmly. “Who do you dream of submitting yourself to? Is she up there in the dorms right now watching us?”
I shook my head no.
“Then who is it, little slut?” she said very firmly with her face right up in mine. “Who do you dream of submitting yourself to as their slave?”
I don’t know why I said it. It just sort of slipped out by accident. It was an accident. Really it was. I looked her in the eyes and said, “It’s you… Mistress.”
“That explains a lot,” Mary said. I didn’t realize that they were all standing around behind Denise.
“Shit?!” Denise exclaimed, “She’s serious.”
“Then let’s test her,” Judy said. “Untie her and order her to stand in the middle of the goal with her arms and legs outstretched just like they are now.”
Rhea and Mary quickly untied my arms and legs. Then Denise said firmly, “Slave slut suzy, I am ordering you to stand with your arms and legs like they were when we had you tied up.”
I did and Mary went back to the free kick line. This time, she was good. Very good. All twelve balls ended up in the goal and all twelve of them passed between my legs on the way in. Seven of them hit my legs on the way in and of those, three hit me almost at the top.
“I really wanted to slap that sopping pussy of yours,” she said as she came forward to collect the balls, “but I was afraid it would bounce off and not count as a goal.” Then she reached over and slapped me right between the legs.
I groaned and sort of panted. “God, what a slut!” Beth said as she stepped up to the free kick line.
She also was good, but evidently wasn’t worried about scoring goals. Only two of hers went in the goal and then only because they were slightly low and actually fit between my legs. The other ten struck me squarely on the front of my mons. By the time she was finished, I was rocking back and forth and panting heavily.
Rhea went next. She also aimed for my mons, but only five of her balls even hit me and of those five, only three of them were on target.
Judy was a little better. She hit on target with eight out of twelve. When she had one ball left, I realized that Denise was standing right behind her with her phone out. That twelfth ball was definitely right on target and I nearly lost it. I was gasping and panting and rocking back and forth.
Denise said, “That’s all of us, but I want one more round and we will have to make it fast before campus police show up.”
She handed her phone to Mary and said, “Record this… all of it.”
Then she stepped up to me and said, “Take off the bra and panties.”
I stared at her for what seemed like forever and then said, “Yes, Mistress.”
As I reached to slip my panties down my legs I looked up at the dorms. It looked like there were people in almost every window.
“I gave you an order, slave!” Denise growled at me, and I quickly pulled my panties down and stepped out of them.
“Do you know where I am going to hit you, slave suzy?” she asked, almost cheerfully.
“On my mons?” I replied.
“Right place, wrong name,” Denise said. “Try again.”
“On my pussy?” I asked.
“Close, but no cigar. Keep trying.”
“On my cunt?” I said looking down at the ground.
“And it only took three tries,” Denise said mockingly.
Then she lifted my head and asked, “And what is going to happen when the twelfth ball hits you right in the cunt?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
She reached down and lightly stroked my clit. “What have you been building up to every time you got hit there?” she asked, looking me in the eyes.
“An orgasm,” I said softly, again looking back down at the ground.
“That’s right, slave suzy,” she said. “On the twelfth ball… and not before… you are going to have a big noisy orgasm right here in front of everybody.”
I looked up at her with wide, scared eyes.
“Then,” she continued, “you are going to thank me for that orgasm.” She smiled, “In fact, you are going to say loud enough for the video to pick it up, ‘Thank you, Mistress Denise.’ Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Mistress Denise,” I answered. When I did, I felt a flood of my juices wet the inside of my thighs.
“Now get in place!” Mistress Denise said harshly and I again stood in a big X in the middle of the goal posts like I had before. But now I was a big NAKED X.
Mistress Denise went back to the free kick line and started kicking the balls at me. She wasn’t trying for a goal now. She was making sure that each one hit me right at the top of my cunt. My clit was throbbing and swollen so the balls were actually hitting it slightly as they struck my body.
By the time she got to the ninth ball I was grunting and groaning and trying real hard to hold back what was building up inside of me. I almost lost it on the tenth ball. Maybe that’s why she kicked the next one so hard. Then she said, “This is the last one, little slut. You can let yourself go as soon as it hits.”
She spent forever carefully positioning the ball. Then she kicked it right on target. I think I even bowed my body slightly forward so it would hit more exactly on my clit.
When it hit, I lost control. I stood there shaking and grunting and crying out, “God! God! God! God!” Then I fell back on the grass and began thrashing and bouncing as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced tore through my body.
When I came to my senses, Denise– now my Mistress Denise– was standing over me. The other girls were standing around us. They had the balls and the ropes… and evidently all of my clothes… put back in the three duffle bags. Mary was still recording with Denise’s phone.
“Thank you, Mistress Denise,” I said shakily.
Mistress Denise cocked her head. There were sirens in the distance. They were that weird European hee-haw type siren that only the campus police use.
“We’d better get going,” she said. “They will be here soon.”
“But I’m naked!” I blurted out.
“Yes, you are,” Judy said with a silly smile. “Just run in the middle of us and no one will notice.”
I don’t know if anyone noticed or not, but I ran in the middle of the group as we jogged the four blocks back to our house. As soon as we got there Mistress Denise said curtly, “Go upstairs and clean yourself up. Then come back down here just like you are now. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Mistress Denise,” I said and then scampered upstairs.
When I got back downstairs, everyone was sitting at the table. Rhea’s spicy red meal was in a pot in the middle of the table. Judy pointed to the empty chair and said, “Sit.”
We ate more or less in silence. At least, I didn’t say anything. Then when everyone was done, my Mistress said, “I think we have some new house rules.”
She pointed around the table and said, “The dinner preparation schedule remains the same, but our new slave cleans up after every meal.”
She gestured out at the other rooms and said, “And slave suzy is responsible for cleaning all of the common areas, including the bathrooms on all floors.”
She smiled at me and said, “Of course, you will be cleaning my room from now on. And I expect it to be kept spotless.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
“And as far as attire,” she continued, looking directly at me, “you are expected to be naked whenever you are in this house.”
“But, Mistress,” I stammered out, “the windows are open down here. … And we have guests.”
“They will get used to you,” Mistress said dismissively. “And you will get used to them. If there is something major with too many outsiders, you may beg to be allowed clothing.” She smiled. It was almost a sneer. Then she said, “I might allow that.”
I looked around the table in shock. “If you don’t agree to these rules,” Mistress said firmly, “then we expect you to have all of your things removed from the house by tomorrow night.”
I continued to stare at everyone.
“So,” Mistress said firmly, “do you agree to the rules?”
I gulped several times and finally said, “Yes, Mistress.”
“And one more thing,” she said tapping her fingers on the table as if she were typing. “Tonight, after you clean up the kitchen, you will write out exactly how you became my slave. There are several rather interesting story sites that I read occasionally and I think I know someone who can post your story for me. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
So after I finished cleaning up the entire downstairs, I sat down at my computer and wrote down how I accidentally became a slave to Mistress Denise.
Mistress, I hope this is satisfactory.
Your slave, suzy.