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[Whitehaven] Students Redux

 

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[Whitehaven] Students 01

There were two things that caused Nicole to notice the brown-haired girl on campus: The prominent steel collar around her neck and that she never wore shoes. Nicole, who in her daydreams had often fantasized about slave girls—with herself in a starring role—saw the obvious association and became curious.

One day, Nicole, overcoming her natural shyness, approached the girl and asked about the collar. Meghan—that was how she introduced herself—openly admitted that, yes, this was indeed a slave collar that was welded around her neck. For two years she had lived in a “stable” of domestic slaves: Naked, collared, chained, put to work, whipped, used sexually and non-sexually: The real deal.

Now, her master had arranged for her to study for an Engineering degree at this college. He even paid Meghan’s tuition and provided an apartment for her to live in.

“Cool!” gasped Nicole, who listened with rapturous attention. “And he lets you stay by yourself? All alone? Without supervision?”

Meghan nodded: “Oh, he gave me lots of rules: Punishment for bad marks. No boyfriends. Clothing restrictions, like the no-shoes-rule—” She pointed toward her bare feet. “—but so that I don’t have to be all alone, he also asked me to look out for an ‘apprentice.’ Someone willing to be my slave who might eventually like to join the stable, and who can keep me honest at the same time.”

It took a few more days, further chats with Meghan, and the threat of a hefty rent increase by Nicole’s current landlord, but then she decided that this was an opportunity she couldn’t miss. In her dreams she had wondered how it would feel to be a slave girl. Why not try the real thing, at least as much as possible under the circumstances?

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[Whitehaven] Students 02

“Here I am!” beamed Nicole, “I even walked barefoot like you do. All the way.”

“Glad that you’re here, Nicky! Welcome!” smiled Meghan, equally warmly and pleased by Nicole’s puppy-like enthusiasm.

Meghan had not ordered Nicole to go shoeless, but she appreciated the eagerness. Correctly directed, that would be particularly useful. Together, they would be able to pursue activities impossible to do alone.

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[Whitehaven] Students 03

Meghan pulled Nicole close and asked: “Last chance to pull out, Nicky. Are you really sure that you want to go ahead? Sure, you can leave whenever you want, really, but that’s a last resort.”

“Nah, I’m good,” answered Nicole. “I thought about what you have in mind, and that sounds super exciting. Really! The way I see it, if you, say, would have captured me I couldn’t just call it quits, either.” She laughed. “And thanks to my asshole landlord—former landlord, that is—I don’t have another place to stay, anyway.”

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[Whitehaven] Students 04

Meghan recalled the words of advice from her master. They had discussed Nicole’s arrival beforehand in a video call.

Most new girls are like puppies: Happy, full of love, and eager to please. That’s a precious gift: Treasure and nurture it. Discipline is paramount, but the carrot is always better than the stick, as long as it works. You’ll find out over time how tough you need to be. Of course, it’s OK to scare her a little bit. Like in a horror movie, that’s part of the fun. But don’t overdo it.

“Here, this is your room. Make yourself comfortable,” said Meghan with a sweeping gesture, then she grinned, a bit evilly: “At least, when you’re not locked in the dungeon downstairs.”

Noting a flash of concern on Nicole’s face, she added with a reassuring smile: “But don’t worry, Nicky! That only happens if you really deserve it.”

“A—And what would get me into trouble?” asked Nicole, with a mixture of honest curiosity, anxiety, and hidden anticipation.

Meghan shrugged matter-of-factly: “Not following orders, for example.” Stretching out her hand, she continued: “And here is your first order: Strip! While you’re here, you will not wear any clothes unless I allow it. Give them to me, and I’ll stow them away with the rest of your luggage. You won’t need anything except what I give you.”

With bubbles of excitement in her belly, Nicole pulled off her shirt and handed it to Meghan.

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[Whitehaven] Students 05

When Nicole had taken off all her clothes, Meghan nodded in appreciation: “Good! Thank you, Nicky.” Meghan’s master had always made a point of saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to his slaves, and she intended to continue the tradition.

It seemed like an eternity to Nicole while Meghan scrutinized her naked body, silently humming, lost in thought. Nicole squirmed, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, not knowing what to expect, but also getting aroused by her defenseless nudity.

Finally, Meghan spoke up, obviously having made up her mind: “The pigtails have to go! Remove the ties and shake your hair loose.” She waited until Nicole was done.

“Now the glasses: You’re nearsighted, and only a little bit, right?”

Nicole nodded.

“Good! Take ‘em off. You look better without glasses, slave.”

“But I always—” interjected Nicole.

Meghan cut her off with a sharp utterance and a raised finger. With a slightly stern undertone, she decreed: “Trust me, Nicky: You’ll get used to it soon. You don’t need glasses for reading or working on your laptop, anyway. And now—” Meghan stretched out her hand with her palm open.

Nicole sighed resignedly and, shivering, handed over her glasses. Her heart pounded. The slight blurring in her vision further increased her feeling of exposure. The bubbles in her belly churned stronger and stronger.

Meghan flashed a bright smile toward Nicole: “Excellent! Relax, puppy! You’ll be fine. Now I’ll teach you your first position: Stand straight, legs apart, hands behind your head! That’s the ‘inspection’ position. Whenever I order ‘inspection’ you’ll stand like that. Got it? Now do it!”

After a second, Meghan raised her hand and pushed Nicole’s chin up: “Head up straight, Nicky! Yes, that’s it! Now you’re ready for your own special collar.”

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[Whitehaven] Students 06

“Oh, Nicky!” exclaimed Meghan. Out of an impulse, she hugged and kissed Nicole. Now that she wore her heavy collar, the blonde girl looked just too adorable! And the collar even displayed her name when someone stood in front of her.

Driven by a hot wave of fierce, protective attraction and carnal anticipation to exploring her new slave girl’s naked body, Meghan hugged and pulled Nicole close.

Nicole, taken aback by the friendly assault, hesitantly responded to the kiss and mirrored Meghan embrace. The events were so far out of her zone of experience that she decided to just go with the flow. Maybe that is what being a slave was about? Giving yourself up and letting you mistress direct your fate? Nicole, having grown up in a protected small-town family, never felt the need to rebel. Submitting to authority came naturally to her. Now, being a naked slave girl caressed by her mistress felt strange and exciting.

As a rule, Nicole preferred male partners, but she did not mind occasional bouts with girls if there was mutual attraction. She did not know Meghan well—not yet—but she was sure that this would change fast.

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[Whitehaven] Students 07

Nicole held the knife indecisively, her hand slightly shaking.

“C’mon, Nicky,” said Meghan, with an overt tone of encouragement in her voice, “you can do it! Remember: Scrape lightly, perpendicular to the edge. Don’t push, don’t cut. It’s really easy when you’ve got the hang of it. I’m doing it twice weekly, and you will, too.”

“But why can’t we use modern razors?” wailed Nicole, a vision of blood gushing out of her crotch in her mind. “This is—is—medieval!”

“It gives smooth skin, and it’s the easiest way to do it,” retorted Meghan, “and, most importantly, I’ve ordered you to shave your bush, and that's that!” Her tone became slightly more demanding. She needed Nicole to stop being frightened while not becoming even more nervous. “Now don’t be a chicken, hold the blade straight and—scrape!”

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[Whitehaven] Students 08

Meghan led Nicole to the master bedroom. There, the two girls properly celebrated Nicole’s arrival. At first, Nicole was hesitant due to her inexperience, but soon, she let her feelings take control. There was no reason to hold anything back.

In what, at times, looked like a friendly wrestling match, Meghan and Nicole made the most of enjoying the time of togetherness.

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[Whitehaven] Students 09

After a while, Meghan pulled a rope out of a drawer. With an impish grin, she said: “Do what you want with it, Nicky!” In fact, Meghan was eager to see what Nicole would do with the rope. She hadn’t been tied down by someone else since she had left the Stable, and she missed the feeling of helplessness.

Nicole briefly thought about the challenge, then just did what she would like to have done if the roles were reversed: She tied Meghan’s wrists to the bedposts and commenced to “torture” the brown-haired girl. As it turned out, Meghan was extremely ticklish in her armpits and around her upper body.

Nicole was fully expecting her new mistress to exact revenge for this assault. In fact, she was looking forward to it.

 

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[Whitehaven] Students 10

When it was Nicole’s turn to become the victim, things developed quite differently from what she expected.

At first, everything went as anticipated: Meghan expertly tied Nicole’s wrists and ankles to the bedposts, and soon she lay spreadeagled on the bed, helplessly pinned down like an insect in a collector’s book. But suddenly, a large metal fork appeared in Meghan’s hand.

With a mixture of fear and arousal born from her helplessness, Nicole watched how Meghan alternated between poking and stroking her sensitive skin with the implement.

At the same time, Meghan started to ask questions: Intimate, probing questions. About Nicole’s past sexual encounters, her fantasies, things she dreamt about doing, and what she found repellent. Whenever Nicole hesitated to answer, the tips of the fork delivered a—slightly painful—reminder to be truthful. When Nicole freely divulged her secrets, the fork caressed her most sensitive parts.

Overwhelmed by the sensations washing through her body, and the mixture of danger and pleasure, Nicole soon fell into a rhythm of talking without holding anything back.

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While listening to Nicole’s answers, Meghan marveled at how well the interrogation proceeded. When they were done, she would have a lot to write down.

Days ago, in a video call, Meghan’s master had explained the technique to her. He always did something similar with a new girl: It was much better to understand her wants, needs, and dislikes from the onset. It led to a much more pleasurable time together and avoided nasty surprises.

Meghan resolved to reward Nicole with an extended orgasm when they were done.

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[Whitehaven] Students 11

On the next morning, Nicole was the first one up and busied herself in the kitchen. When she heard a sound behind her, she whirled around and saw Meghan standing in the door frame, fresh out of the shower. Nicole snapped into the “inspection” position and greeted her mistress: “Good morning, Meg—, er, mistress! I just got your breakfast sandwich ready: Ham, cheese, banana peppers, and mayo; as you wanted.”

“Good,” Meghan nodded with a satisfied, if still a bit sleepy, smile: “Make me a coffee, please, then kneel and wait here.”

While Meghan left to get dressed, Nicole complied and waited. Her growling stomach made her wonder when it would be her turn to have breakfast. One of Meghan’s rules stated that Nicole was forbidden to take any food on her own; she always had to wait to be fed by her mistress.

Nicole felt a slight tingling of arousal at the thought of someone else having so much power over her, but she quickly stifled the thought. This was neither the time, nor the place for getting aroused.

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[Whitehaven] Students 12

Nicole fidgeted, struggling to remain still while kneeling. It was a strange feeling, being so dependent on someone else. Nicle was only too aware that the hand that fed her could also hit her.

“Good girl,” said Meghan approvingly, while holding out the sausage roll. “After this, you’ll get a banana, little monkey. Then we leave.”

Nicole shivered. In this moment, she was a pet, just an animal. In a flash of reminiscence, she thought of Barney, her parents’ mutt. He was always happy when fed. Why shouldn’t she be happy and content when being fed by her mistress, too?

Of course, there was that additional element of attraction: Kneeling naked in front of Meghan couldn’t help but arouse Nicole. It was probably a good thing that she had to keep her hands behind her back. Otherwise, she would have found it difficult not to touch herself.

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[Whitehaven] Students 13

“I can’t go out like that!” wailed Nicole, “I’m almost naked. I look like—I look—” The short cutoff pants hugged her hips tightly and further accented her bare legs. The thin crop top airily hung over her shoulders, so light as if it was not there. Contrasting the light clothing, Nicole’s heavy steel collar flashing her name stood out like a sore thumb.

“Shut up, Nicky!” snapped Meghan. “You look gorgeous. This is exactly how you will go to college today, and you’ll like it.”

“But... why?” asked Nicole plaintively.

Meghan could have spent time on an explanation. Years back, when her master had first sent her out in skimpy clothing, she had wondered the same. The reason was manifold, similar to why domestic slaves were generally kept unclothed: Through exposure, it promoted a sense of submissiveness. The sexual appeal made things more interesting, both for the slave and for others. Like going barefoot and collared, it constantly reminded the slave of her position.

But they were already late, and Meghan’s patience had reached its limits. A whiny slave did not deserve detailed explanations. Maybe later today, when there was more time.

“Because I said so,” declared Meghan with finality, “we can talk more tonight. Now we go.” With a menacing glare, she added: “And you shut up and come, or you WILL regret it.”

Nicole’s heart pounded. While not a prude, she usually dressed rather modestly. This was far beyond her level of comfort. Intuitively, she realized that there was nothing wrong with how she looked—it would not get her arrested for indecent exposure, for example—but she felt exceedingly uncomfortable, exposed, defenceless, naked… and aroused by the prospect of having to walk in public like this.

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[Whitehaven] Students 14

Even though it was still morning, the sidewalk felt warm under Nicole’s bare feet. The day promised to be another hot one.

Nicole bit her lips, slowly coming to grips with being collared in public and wearing light, revealing clothing. Every passerby would be ogling her!

To distract herself, Nicole struck up a conversation with Meghan: “Are you really going barefoot everywhere, Meg? What about stores where they don’t like that? The supermarket or Lowmart, for example.”

“Not a problem,” answered Meghan. “At first, I had some emergency flip-flops for that, but no longer. Nowadays, you can pre-order online and they bring it outside for pick-up. Also—” She laughed. “—that keeps me from wasting money on impulse buying and makes sure that I plan my purchases. I can’t prove it, but I suspect that was part of my master’s reasoning.”

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[Whitehaven] Students 15

They were a bit late, so Meghan set a brisk pace on the way to college.

Nicole, clasping Meghan’s hand, did not mind at all. Staring straight ahead, she was still coping with the attention of passersby, but also starting to enjoy the attention. Things hadn't been that way before, when she still wore her glasses, pigtails, and more modest clothes.

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[Whitehaven] Students 16

By the time they arrived at the college, Nicole had resigned herself to the fact that she attracted more looks than in her former pigtailed, bespectacled form. Yes, it felt embarrassing, but also adventurous and exciting.

Nicole put on what she hoped looked like an enigmatic smile and thought, her belly burning with excitement: Let them look. I have no choice, so I’ll have to deal with it.

From the corner of her eye Nicole noticed the blond student who had been surreptitiously watching her for a while now.

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[Whitehaven] Students 17

“Er, Nicole? You are Nicole, right?”

Nicole whirled around when she heard the male voice behind her. It was the blond student she had noticed before watching her closely.

A fresh wave of embarrassment submerged her for a moment; Nicole fought it by reminding herself that she had no choice in the matter. After all, her collar was proudly announcing her name to anyone who cared to read. Then, she bit her lips and nodded: “Yes, hard to miss, isn’t it?”

“Kinda,” the student smiled. “By the way, I’m Peter. We should probably all have name tags, even if not so, er—” He pointed with his chin at Nicole’s collar. “—big ones.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter,” Nicole smiled demurely. He was still looking her up and down. Resigned to the fact that she could not avoid the gaze, Nicole decided to let him have him a good look.

Peter continued: “I was wondering—y’know—after class… Are you busy this afternoon? Maybe we could—y’know…” His voice trailed off, leaving open the possibilities.

Nicole remembered how Meghan had prepared her for the eventuality of being asked for a date. So, she responded with a smile of her own: “I’d love to, Peter, but you need to ask my m—mi—mistress first.” Nicole struggled unexpectedly with bringing that word over her lips. It sounded too outlandish.

And, of course, Peter dug deeper on that: “Your mistress? Are you in, er, some kind of institution?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

“No, it’s just—It takes a while to explain,” equivocated Nicole. She rattled off Meghan’s cell phone number.

“OK,” said Peter, still somewhat confused but determined to take on things as they were. “I need to run to my next class now, but I’ll text her later. See you, Nicole!”

Nicole’s gaze followed him as he disappeared into the crowd. Without a doubt, Meghan would have a plan for how she was supposed to deal with this. She would have to ask her mistress later.

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[Whitehaven] Students 18

When they were not busy with their coursework, Meghan trained Nicole in her duties. Often, she used her own experience from life in the Stable as an example.

Nicole listened with fascination. It sounded so exotic! Now that she herself tried to adopt that lifestyle, she understood the daily challenges and the rewards much better. Getting more comfortable with her position every day, Nicole wanted to push herself further, and more often than not it was Meghan who kept developing their relationship slowly, careful not to expect too much from Nicole.

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[Whitehaven] Students 19

Meghan had a few errands to run. That was a good opportunity to train Nicole. It would be fun letting her struggle for a bit. Not just to do what Meghan wanted her to do, but also, coping with the excitement the struggle brought with it. Under other circumstances, Meghan might have wanted to switch places with her.

“Hold still, Nicky,” commanded Meghan, while placing the glass of water on Nicole’s back. “When I’m back, I want to see the glass exactly where it is; not a drop of water on the floor. If you make it, you’ll get a treat. If not…” Meghan ended with a portentous growling promising Bad Things to Happen in that case.

“Y—yes, ma’am,” responded Nicole, her voice wavering excitedly. As an added element of “torture,” Meghan had given her some salty snacks before this. Nicole was thirsty and wanted that glass of water, but not on her back. “When will you be back, please?”

“Oh, I don’t know—” said Meghan airily, clearly toying with Nicole’s discomfort. “Later. We shall see.”

Nicole sighed and tried to remain motionless. It was hard to keep still and would not get easier. Kneeling on the hard floor hurt a bit, enough to raise her excitement, but not enough to be really painful.