Unwilling Obedience

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UPDATE:
Hurray! I made an update as scheduled. Still no Chloe. Getting there though. Still just playing around; we'll get to the main plot soon, I promise. Again, I suggest you read the warnings from the first chapter.

Schedule:
Nov 22nd, 2008, Chapter 4: Cover Girl
Dec 6th, 2008, Chapter 5: Oral Report
Dec 20th, 2008, Chapter 6: Sick Seduction

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Chapter 4: Cover Girl

“Alright, Lana, you can get dressed now,” Kara stated, knowing that Lana was at a loss for words, “Your clothing for the day is waiting in a box at the foot of my bed. Come back when you are ready, we have work to do.”

With those final words, Lana was set free of her bonds, faster than she could see, and Kara was gone. With a combination of wanting to do as she was told to prevent punishment upon her or one of her friends, and curiosity, Lana quickly made her way up the stairs, and into Kara’s room. There was the box, sitting neatly at the foot of the bad. Slowly, Lana opened it, and peaked inside; it was no surprise to her as to what was held inside. It was a set of light blue lingerie, and heels.

Sighing in frustration, knowing that she was going to be paraded around the house like a prostitute all day, Lana quickly started getting dressed. Everything fit perfectly. The demi-bra, with a flowery lace design just barely covered her nipples. The panties of the same design hugged the curves of her thighs and ass. The stockings were high enough on her leg to cover most of the flesh, but still low enough for the garter belt to do its job properly. The heels were the most dreadful piece for Lana; not only were they tight, but the six inch heel was far higher than she was used to. They would take some time to break into and adapt to, and it would be a painful process, as her feet were already in agony, and she was only sitting on the bed.

In her new attire, Lana looked like she was ready to pose for one of the upper class lingerie magazines. There was not a single flaw to be found. She had become one of the models that she consistently frowned upon and hated in her past. Disappointed for allowing herself to fall so far, but still needing to take the process further, Lana made her way back downstairs, in obvious pain from her new shoes. Upon her arrival, she found Kara waiting for her on the couch in the living room, with a stack of magazines piled on the coffee table in front of her.

“Wow, Lana, sexy outfit,” Kara remarked, winking at her slave.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Lana responded, blushing, a bit, out of shame.

“Come have a seat, dear,” Kara invited, patting her lap.

Lana swallowed hard, feeling nervous, as this would be the first real contact she had had with Kara since the night before. Making her way over to her Mistress, her feet still agonizing in her shoes, she quickly sat on Kara’s lap, taking the weight off of her tortured feet. Instantly, she was embraced by Kara’s powerful arms, and held close to her. Not wanting to make eye contact, Lana quickly tried to find something else to focus on, and did so upon the magazines placed on the table in front of her. Shocked, Lana came to the realization that the entire pile of magazines was lesbian-oriented.

“We’re going to do some reading, Lana,” Kara explained, reaching for the first magazine with one hand, while feeling the exposed flesh of Lana’s abdomen with the other. She received no physical response from Lana, and her pet still had the same usual frown, trying to hide her true urges.

Lana’s eyes widened as the magazine was opened before them. Within it was pages of sex toys and prices; it was a lesbian toy catalogue. She didn’t want to think about what was obviously coming next: she was toy shopping with her mistress.

“Here’s what we’re going to do, pet,” Kara explained, presenting a marker, “I’m going to pick a toy I like, and then you’re going to do the same; we’re going to take turns. No questions asked. We’ll do it until we have a nice toy box for you, understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lana responded weakly, feeling somewhat nauseous.

With her response, Lana watched in fear, as her mistress stopped at a random page of sex toys, and circled a long and smooth metallic vibrator. She was then handed the marker, as well as the magazine. Nervously, Lana fumbled through the pages, somewhat frightened by most of the objects, such as needles, and more pain inducing toys. Knowing that she was starting to sweat, and that time was flying by, she stopped at the first safe looking toy she found, and circled it, which turned out to be a pair of vibrating panties. The process repeated itself several times, with Kara selecting a whip, a set of anal beads, and a strap-on dildo, and with Lana selecting a safely sized dildo, a ball gag, and an anal plug that she had no choice but to select from the section as her mistress demanded.

Lana blushed furiously in embarrassment, sitting on Kara’s lap, going through a dirty magazine with her. She was glad she avoided most of the toys that frightened her, but was disappointed by the attention she was sure her one virgin entrance, her rear end, was going to receive. It was something she would not allow Clark access to, let alone anyone else. The thought of any form of anal encounter just came across as painful to Lana, and pain was definitely not one of the things she had hoped for in this new ‘relationship’.

Kara quickly scooted Lana off of her lap and onto the couch beside her. She stood up, holding the magazine, and vanished in a blink eye, quickly going to pick up Lana’s new toy collection. In matter of seconds, she was back holding a bag; Lana still had not figured out what just happened.

“Got your toys, dear.” Kara held the bag up, showing it to Lana, who gave no response, which spurred Kara on, “What? No thank you from my pet?”

“Thank you, my Mistress,” Lana forced out, still blushing and nervous, trying to avoid eye contact with Kara, and trying not to stare at the bag of toys.

“You’re welcome. I think we’ll save most of these for another time. For now, though, you’ve got some reading to do,” Kara explained, as she reached into the bag and pulled out the smooth metallic vibrator, pink in colour.

Lana’s hand trembled slightly as she reached and took the vibrator from Kara, who had handed it to her. She was then given a magazine; another lesbian based piece, of course. From the looks of the magazine, it was marketed for men and was full of stories and pictures. On the cover was a woman dressed up professionally, holding another woman against her, who was barely clothed.

“Now, here’s what you’re going to do, Lana. You’re going to read that entire magazine today; maybe two or three times. While you do it, you’re going to please yourself with that vibrator. The rule is, you are not to reach your orgasm. I’ll give you some space, and peace and quiet, but don’t think I won’t be watching. If I see you orgasm, don’t think you won’t be punished; I won’t hesitate to bring you to a strip club with you being the main attraction,” Kara explained and threatened, with a wicked grin.

“Yes, my Mistress,” Lana whispered silently, looking down at the magazine uncomfortably.

“And you had better read it. It will be hard to focus, being the horny slut you are, but you had better try. I’ll be getting you to write a report for me tonight, and you had better be spot on. If you need to orgasm, take a five minute break to cool off; do not even think about giving in,” Kara explained, “Now, you can start.”

Lana wasn’t sure how to feel now, as the vibrator started shaking in her hand as she turned it on. This wasn’t what she wanted; now it felt like work, with sexual torture thrown into the mix. She wanted to experience sex with Kara on several levels, not with a vibrator while reading study material. As she opened the magazine, she was greeted on the first page by two blondes with their tongues fighting for dominance in one another’s mouths. She felt slightly disturbed looking at these types of photos; it felt good to be part of it, but to stand back from a distance and see what was happening was rather disturbing and reminded her partly why she was so against it in the first place.

Obeying her orders, knowing that Kara could probably see her no matter where she was, she pushed the vibrator against her pussy, with her delicately designed panties serving as the only barrier between her flesh and the cold metal. It didn’t take long for her body to respond, despite climaxing on the dining room table just a while earlier. Her breathing increased, and she found it harder to coordinate herself to turn the page, to the first written article.

The first article was written by a woman, explaining how to please another woman in bed, through oral sex, both vaginal and anal. The article was a little more graphic than it should’ve been, it was no where near professional, but that’s all that could be expected from a magazine geared towards turning people on. The article was educational in a sense, however; though Lana knew what she wanted as a woman, she wasn’t entirely knowledgeable in how to utilize her tongue and how to move it properly to get the desired response from another woman. As Lana read further, she couldn’t help but think of the previous night, and how skilled Kara was with her tongue. To her disappointment, the vibrator was starting to have an increased effect on her body as the thoughts took over; it would be a very long day if she had to read this carefully, and deal with avoiding climaxes as well.

When Lana had finished reading the first article, which was three pages long, she was panting and nearing her climax. She quickly moved the vibrator away from her wet and hot pussy, and took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, trying to get her thoughts away from what she had just read, and Kara. The process took several minutes, and she turned the page when she felt she had cooled down enough.

She continued to read the magazine, remembering the details of every story, and remembering every detail of every photo. She even tried to get herself familiarized with the models’ names. After what seemed to be hours of torturing herself sexually, and rereading every part of her magazine, Lana was ‘blessed’ with Kara’s presence in the living room. Lana almost shrieked in shock, as Kara snapped a picture of her in her lingerie with a vibrator in her hand.

“All done, dearie?” Kara asked, with a smile.

“Yes, my Mistress,” Lana responded, feeling very uncomfortable with the camera’s presence.

“I hope you can hold all the information in there. We have more work to do,” Kara explained, as she picked up another magazine, and grabbed Lana by the wrist, and led her to the front door, with the camera hanging around her neck.

“Mistress, we’re going outside?” Lana asked, trying to fight back and hold her position, her feet again in agony.

“Yes, Lana. We need some nice and sexy photos of you for our album. We need a nice nature background, don’t you think? No one’s going to see you; I can hear them coming a mile away, you’ll be fine,” Kara explained, forcing Lana outside with ease.

Lana wanted to scream, now outdoors in her lingerie, about to be photographed like a useless model. If anyone did see her like this, her life would effectively be ruined. She knew she couldn’t fight back; she was already trying to pull away, with no success. By the time her wrist was set free, the two women were standing in the middle of the grass field, near the dirt road.

“A nice grassy setting, with some mountains in the background; this will be nice for your photo collection,” Kara remarked to Lana, who was rubbing her wrist, now free from the pressure.

“Mistress, what photo collection?” Lana asked, nervously.

“It’s just to look at later, and it’s going to serve as an insurance policy for our little agreement. If something ever happens that you do gain the upper hand, in spite of my abilities, these photos will be sent to your friends and families, and be made public. That’s all,” Kara explained, followed by a giggle, enjoying Lana’s frown, then opened the magazine, and showed Lana a photo, “Now let’s get a pose like this out of you, shall we?”

Lana reluctantly observed the photo, and cringed a little. As Kara backed away, and prepared her camera, Lana took it as a sign to prepare her pose, and she did so, sliding her fingers through her hair, and stopping mid way.

“Lana, the model is smiling, I think you should too, don’t you?” Kara remarked.

Lana slowly smiled, as the cameras flash went off. She dropped the pose immediately, and was shown another photo in the magazine. The process repeated itself, with Lana duplicating every pose perfectly under Kara’s instruction. Suddenly, however, any comfort Lana had developed about her current situation vanished, as she saw the next photo. The lingerie in the photo was now being removed. If she were to duplicate these poses, she would be completely nude outdoors. Before there was a safety barrier in her little clothing; it was quickly being taken down.

“Don’t hesitate now, dear, or you’ll be doing this on stage for an audience of hungry women,” Kara threatened, her smile gone.

Lana was deeply disturbed by Kara’s new found tone, and threatening look, and so did as she was told. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra, and held the cups to her breasts as she allowed the shoulder straps the fall off. The photo was quickly snapped. Just as she suspected, the next photo had no bra involved at all; Kara quickly took it from her. The next selection of photos revolved around Lana’s breasts, much to her dismay; she found herself having to fondle them consistently for each pose, and there were many, many poses.

Then, the next step was taken. Lana slowly removed her panties, as the camera took several shots of the act. The cool wind made her shiver, as her pussy was still sensitive from the hours of treatment it had received before. For the next hour, Lana was left posing in the nude, with the exception of her heels, which were causing her great pain.

Finally, the final photo was taken, and it had to be her least favourite. Lana had turned around, bent over, and winked at the camera from between her legs with a large smile, as she spread her pussy lips with her middle and index finger. The shot was taken, and she was then allowed to get dressed again, in her little clothing. Then, to her relief, she was led back into the house.

“Okay, that was fun, wasn’t it?” Kara asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lana lied, afraid to disagree.

“Well, since you agree, we’ll have to make more outdoor trips, I think,” Kara remarked, with a smile, letting Lana know that she can’t win no matter what answer she gives to her questions.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lana responded, again, not liking that idea at all.

“Now, go clean off your vibrator; I’m sure it’s covered with your juices,” Kara demanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lana responded, feeling robotic using the same response, as she picked up her vibrator and made her way to the kitchen to wash it.

“No, Lana. Do it with your mouth. That’s the only way you’ll be cleaning anything for now on,” Kara ordered, with a smile.

Lana stopped dead in her tracks. Though she enjoyed most of the sexual treatment Kara had given her, the one thing she could not get used to was having to taste and swallow her own juices. Though it didn’t taste particularly bad, it was just the though that Lana couldn’t stomach. However, feeling slightly nervous about the photos, and the threats of becoming a stripper, Lana slowly parted her lips, and slid the vibrator between them, before resealing them again. Her mouth was instantly filled with the taste of her sweet juices, as her lips milked them off of the metallic surface of the toy she had used to pleasure herself for hours. Her stomach twisted at the thought though, and it took some effort to make sure she didn’t gag as she swallowed the collective mix of honey and saliva.

“Good girl. Now here’s what’s going to happen next. You’re going to take a nice, long shower. About an hour or so should do it. While you’re in there, you’re going to use the shower head’s pulsing setting, and again, pleasure yourself. You won’t be climaxing; you’ll take little breaks whenever you get close, of course. Understand?”

“Yes, my Mistress,” Lana nodded, disappointed by the order of further self-deprivation.

“Now, when you’re done that, you’ll dry off, put on your robe, and put on the make-up I set up for you near the mirror. When you’re all ready, you’ll meet me in my room again, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lana replied, finally happy to hear that she’d be meeting Kara in her room again, in nothing but her robe.

“Go on, now,” Kara ordered, as she vanished.

Lana made her way to the shower in hurry, and stripped naked, setting her lingerie neatly to the side. Her feet relieved, and the pain was now gone. The shower she took felt good; too good. She spent most of the hour panting wildly, half-tempted to push herself to an orgasm, just for relief. She managed to hold on, however. There was a moment in during one of her self-pleasuring breaks that she felt guilty that she had not thought of Clark in any sexual way all day. Her thoughts had been dominated by Kara, and the excitement of her own submissive state. The guilt, however, was washed away, as she brought the shower head between her legs again, and the panting once again started.

When she was sure the mandatory hour had passed, she stepped out of the steamy shower, and dried herself off. She brushed her hair, and made a strong effort to make herself presentable. She quickly wrapped herself in her white robe, and did her make-up, utilizing what Kara had left for her; some blush, red lipstick, blue eye shadow, and mascara. Upon her completion, she made her way to Kara’s room, and entered, as the same sign was up as the night before that read 'Come in.'

To her confusion, she found Kara sitting in the middle of her bed, surrounded by paper. As Lana took a step forward, she realized that the paper that surrounded her was actually the photos she had taken of her a while earlier. She had loaded them onto the computer, and printed them out while she was in the shower.

“Have a seat, Lana,” Kara offered, patting the mattress invitingly, next to her. Her pet obeyed without question, still not taking her gaze off of the photos, “They turned out well, didn’t they?”

“Yes, Mistress, they did,” Lana responded, this time not lying. Though she wasn’t pleased with the content of the photographs, she could not disagree that they looked as if they came right out of a magazine.

“Okay, here, press your pretty lips together, and give this photo a kiss in the corner,” Kara ordered, as she handed Lana a photo.

Lana looked at Kara confused, and took the photo from her. Obediently, she brought the photo to her lips, and kissed it on the corner. As she removed her lips from the photo, she now knew why she was given lipstick to wear; it made a perfect imprint on the photo. She was confused, until Kara handed her a marker.

“Now, I think this one should go to Jimmy if you want to try and find a way out of this, don’t you? Sign it, ‘To Jimmy, From Lana, with love.’ And don’t forget, Lana, I know what your signature looks like; don’t try to trick your way out of this.” Kara demanded.

Lana didn’t know how to respond, except by taking the marker, and obeying. She signed the photo, feeling an extremely small sense of relief from the fact that her body was somewhat covered in this particular photo.

“Now this one; kiss it,” Kara demanded.

Lana kissed every photo, and had to reapply her lipstick at several junctures throughout the process. To her disappointment, one of the nude photos was signed to Lex, and to her horror, the photo of her spreading her pussy lips while winking was signed to Martha, Clark’s mother. She knew that no matter how far Kara wanted to take her little game now, there was no way out for her. Lana knew that Kara wouldn’t have to hurt anybody physically now and risk getting caught somehow; she now carried her dignity in her hands. There was no escape.

Kara placed each photo in an individual envelope, already stamped and ready to be sent at any time. She felt good about this; she had Lana under her complete control, with no worries. She felt like she was an evil genius, one that was actually going to win. With Lana this deep, she could carry forth with the next phase of her plan the next night, and further destroy Lana’s life and dignity, and get her own pleasure in the process.

“Now, are you ready for your report?” Kara asked Lana, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, Mistress, what would you like me to write about?” Lana responded confidently, the material etched into her mind perfectly.

“I think a summary of the oral sex report will do, don’t you? I also think that an oral report would fit, don’t you?” Kara asked, with her twisted grin completely restored.

“If that’s what you want, Mistress, I’ll try,” Lana said, growing nervous; she didn’t want to openly talk about this with her, but she attempted to start, “Uh... Well...”

“No, no. Not that kind of oral report. When I say oral, I mean on your knees, with your face buried between my legs. Lose the robe, and kneel on the floor next to the bed, and get ready, my little pussy-eater,” Kara demanded, as she started pulling at the button and zipper on her jean shorts.

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CHAPTER ADDED: November 22nd, 2008, 2:35 AM EST

Okay, so no real wild stuff here. This is more of a 'setting the table for dinner' type thing. I hope you enjoyed it, though. Reviews and ratings are appreciated; keeps me motivated. I'll see you all again on December 6th.
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