Unintentional Enslavement Part 2

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Unintentional Enslavement Part 2
By
Fixitman8267

Julia sat at her desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of her. The soft hum of the office filled the air—keyboards clicking, phones ringing, and the occasional murmur of coworkers chatting. It was all so mundane, yet Julia couldn’t shake the tension building in her chest.

She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the open-plan office. Megan’s desk wasn’t far, and the thought of her coworker’s sly grin made Julia’s stomach churn. Ever since the grocery store incident, Megan had been relentless, though her actions were subtle enough to go unnoticed by others.

“Hey, Julia,” Megan’s voice suddenly purred from behind her, making Julia jump. She turned, and there Megan was, leaning casually against her cubicle wall, a playful smirk on her face.

“Oh, hi, Megan,” Julia said nervously, shifting in her chair.

Megan’s eyes glinted mischievously as she reached over and placed a hand on Julia’s shoulder. “You’re looking tense. Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” Julia replied quickly, her voice tight. She turned back to her screen, hoping Megan would take the hint and leave.

But Megan wasn’t so easily deterred. She leaned closer, her breath warm against Julia’s ear. “You know,” she murmured, “I can always help you relax.”

Before Julia could respond, Megan’s hand slid down her arm, brushing against her side in a way that sent a jolt of panic through her. Julia stiffened, her cheeks flushing as she gripped the edge of her desk.

Megan chuckled softly and straightened up, giving Julia a playful pat on the shoulder. “Lighten up, Julia. It’s just some friendly teasing.”

Julia forced a smile, though her heart was racing. “Right. Thanks, Megan.”

Megan lingered for a moment longer, her gaze lingering on Julia’s chest. “By the way,” she added, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “you missed a couple of buttons.” Megan’s hands slid into Julia’s blouse to grab her unfettered breasts. Julia moaned quietly as Megan pulled and pinched Julia’s nipples.

Julia’s eyes darted down to her blouse, her breath hitching as she realized the bouse was open to the button below her breasts; Megan’s manipulation of Julia’s breasts had opened her blouse, leaving her bra-less chest fully exposed. She fumbled to fix it, her hands shaking.

Megan laughed lightly and walked away, her heels clicking against the floor. “See you at lunch,” she called over her shoulder.

Julia watched her go, her face burning with embarrassment. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely out of her depth. She kept her head down for the rest of the day, avoiding Megan and anyone else who might notice her flustered state.

She grabbed her phone and headed toward the restroom, hoping for a brief reprieve from the day’s tension. But as she stepped out of her cubicle, she felt a sudden tug at the back of her skirt. A soft zip reached her ears before the fabric slid down her legs and pooled around her ankles.

Julia gasped, instinctively clutching at the hem of her jacket to cover herself. She spun around to find Megan standing there, smirking, the zipper tab still in her hand.

“Megan! What are you—” Julia stammered, her face burning.

“You won’t need this,” Megan said with a wink, plucking the skirt off the floor. “You can have it back when you’re done in the restroom.”

“Megan, give it back!” Julia hissed, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. Thankfully, most of the office seemed preoccupied with their end-of-day tasks.

“Nope.” Megan waved the skirt like a trophy. “Now, off you go. Wouldn’t want to keep the restroom waiting, would you?”

Julia stared at her, dumbfounded, but Megan simply smiled and sauntered away, leaving Julia standing there, humiliated and exposed. She tugged her jacket down as far as it would go, grateful that it and her blouse were just long enough to cover the essentials. With her heart pounding, she turned toward the restroom and started walking.

Halfway there, Julia’s worst fear came true. “Julia!” a voice called. She froze in place, forcing a strained smile as her immediate supervisor approached. Mrs. Daniels was a no-nonsense kind of woman, and Julia’s stomach churned as she stopped in front of her.

“Everything okay?” she asked, her tone polite but curious.

“Y-yes!” Julia replied, her voice a little too high-pitched. “Just, um, heading to the restroom.”

Mrs. Daniels frowned slightly but didn’t comment on her lack of a skirt. Her gaze never left her face, though the tension in the air was palpable. “Alright,” she said after a moment. “Don’t take too long. We’ve got that end-of-day report to wrap up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Julia said, nodding quickly. “I’ll be right back.”

She gave her a curt nod and walked away, leaving Julia trembling. She hurried the rest of the way to the restroom, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Inside, Julia slumped against the wall, taking a deep breath. She’d made it. But as she turned to compose herself, the door swung open, and Megan stepped in, grinning like the cat who’d caught the canary.

“Well, well,” Megan teased, leaning against the sink. “How was your chat with Daniels? Bet that was fun.”

“Megan,” Julia hissed, her voice low but furious. “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, I think it’s hilarious,” Megan said, sauntering closer. “Talking to your boss while you’re bottomless? Priceless.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “But I think we can make this even better.”

Before Julia could react, Megan’s hands darted forward, ripping open the front of Julia’s jacket and blouse in quick succession; buttons flying everywhere. Julia gasped, trying to pull them closed, but Megan was too quick, slipping the fabric open to fully expose her bare breasts and abdomen.

“Megan! Stop!” Julia pleaded, her voice a frantic whisper.

“Relax,” Megan said, her tone almost cheerful. “It’s the end of the day. Everyone’s busy. No one’s going to notice.” She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Now, off you go. Wouldn’t want to keep your desk waiting.”

Julia glared at Megan, her cheeks blazing, but there was nothing she could do. Clutching her open jacket as tightly as she could, she pushed past Megan and left the restroom, her heart racing with every step.

The walk back to her desk felt like an eternity. Every second, she expected someone to look up and notice her state of undress, to comment on her exposed body. Her blouse and jacket flapped slightly as she walked, barely covering her breasts and leaving her completely vulnerable below the waist.

When she finally reached her desk, she grabbed her skirt from where Megan had draped it over her chair and put it back on. Having lost the buttons from her blouse and jacket, Julia was unable to keep it from opening and exposing her breasts. Only then did she collapse into her chair, her face buried in her hands as she tried to process what had just happened.

Across the office, Megan gave her a little wave and a wink, her grin as wide as ever. Julia stared at her, a mix of anger and humiliation bubbling in her chest. One thing was certain: Megan wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

By the time the workday ended, Julia was exhausted, not from the tasks on her to-do list but from the constant vigilance required to navigate Megan’s games. As she packed up her things and headed for the door, she couldn’t help but wonder how much longer she could endure this new dynamic.

Julia stretched at her desk as the day wound down, glancing at the clock. Just a little longer until she could leave, she sighed and stood, smoothing her business skirt over her thighs. The suit felt formal, almost stifling, especially since she wasn’t allowed to wear anything underneath. The thought made her cheeks flush, though no one else seemed to notice.

Julia stepped off the elevator onto her floor, glancing nervously up and down the empty hallway. Her pulse quickened as she set her purse down and unbuttoned her blouse. It had become a nightly routine, one she hated but complied with automatically now. With trembling fingers, she removed her blouse and folded it neatly, placing it atop her purse.

Next came her skirt. The zipper slid down easily, and the fabric pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it, her face burning as she stood in her heels, exposed in the barren hallway. She grabbed her purse and clothes and walked to her apartment door, her bare skin prickling at the thought of anyone stepping off the elevator behind her.

Once inside, she set her belongings on the entryway table and immediately reached for the collar resting on its stand. Without hesitation, she clasped it around her neck, shivering slightly as the lock clicked into place. The faint pressure of the needles against her skin was a familiar reminder of the power it held over her.

“Julia,” Master Dominic’s voice greeted her through the speakers. “Take your clothes to your bedroom and return to the living room for your hour of yoga.”

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, picking up her folded clothes and heading to the bedroom. She carefully set them in the designated pile of garments she was allowed to wear outside the apartment, then returned to the living room.

The cameras whirred softly as they adjusted to track her movements. Julia unrolled her yoga mat and knelt on it, waiting for the familiar voice to guide her through the evening’s session. As she moved through the poses, she felt the now-familiar mix of discomfort, exposure, and grudging acceptance. Each stretch and bend reminded her of how far her life had shifted from normalcy.

After the session, she rose on shaky legs, her body glistening with sweat. The collar’s weight felt heavier than usual as she walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The hot water soothed her sore muscles, and she took a moment to let her head rest against the cool tile. But even in the privacy of the shower, the cameras’ red lights flashed in her mind, a constant reminder that she was never truly alone.

Dinner followed—a simple meal she prepared quickly and ate in silence. As she washed her dishes, Master Dominic’s voice returned.

“Julia,” he said, his tone calm but commanding. “Your progress has been noted, and I’ve decided it’s time for additional support.”

Julia froze, her hands clutching the sponge tightly. “Support, Master?” she asked, her voice cautious.

“Yes. Someone has been called to assist with your training,” Dominic replied. “They’ll arrive first thing in the morning. Be ready to meet them.”

Her stomach churned. “May I ask who it is, Master?”

“That’s not your concern right now,” Dominic said firmly. “You’ll meet them soon enough. For now, finish your tasks and prepare for bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

As she cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, her mind raced with possibilities. Who could it be? What would their role in her training entail? The idea of someone else being involved made her chest tighten with apprehension. But as she climbed into bed that night, the collar still snug around her neck, she knew there was no way to avoid what was coming.

Julia stirred as the faint sound of movement reached her ears. Still groggy, she blinked, trying to focus on the dimly lit room. A figure stood at the foot of her bed, and her heart leaped into her throat.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” came a familiar, teasing voice.

Julia bolted upright, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Megan?” she stammered, her voice thick with disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

Before Julia could process what was happening, Megan reached down and yanked the covers from the bed, leaving Julia completely exposed. She gasped, instinctively pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around herself.

“Get up,” Megan ordered, her tone light but firm. “You’ve got breakfast to make.”

Julia’s cheeks burned, her mind struggling to catch up. “Megan! What are you doing in my apartment? How did you even get in here?”

Megan grinned, crossing her arms as she leaned casually against the bedpost. “Relax, Jules. Your Master invited me. He thought you might need a little extra... guidance. So, here I am.”

Julia’s stomach twisted. “Guidance? What does that mean?”

Megan waved a hand dismissively. “We’ll get to that. But first, breakfast. I’m starving, and you’ve got work to do.”

“Megan—” Julia began, but Megan cut her off with a sharp look.

“Up,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

Reluctantly, Julia slid out of bed, her face flushed with embarrassment as she stood naked in front of Megan. She felt Megan’s eyes on her, and the scrutiny made her skin prickle. Trying to maintain what little dignity she had left, Julia hurried past her and headed to the kitchen.

The kitchen felt oddly small with Megan’s presence looming behind her. Julia busied herself with making breakfast, her hands shaking slightly as she cracked eggs into a pan. Megan leaned against the counter, watching her with a smug expression.

“You’ve got a cute little place,” Megan said, her tone casual. “Cozy. Though I imagine it feels a bit different now with all the cameras.” Julia clenched her jaw, refusing to respond.

As the smell of breakfast filled the air, Julia finally mustered the courage to ask, “Megan, why are you really here? What’s going on?”

Megan smirked, hopping up onto the counter and swinging her legs. “Like I said, your Master asked me to help with your training. He thought I’d be a good... influence.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “And I have to say, I think he’s right.”

Julia frowned, her hands tightening around the spatula. “This is insane,” she muttered under her breath.

“Maybe,” Megan said with a shrug. “But you’ve got a contract, Jules. And now I’m part of it.”

Julia turned back to the stove, her mind racing. The idea of Megan being involved in her training—of her coworker having this kind of power over her—was almost too much to process. But as Megan sat there, grinning like the cat who’d caught the canary, Julia knew one thing for certain: her life had just gotten even more complicated.

Julia set two plates of scrambled eggs and toast on the small kitchen table, her movements tense and mechanical. Megan sat casually at one end, her posture relaxed, as though she owned the place. The sight made Julia’s stomach churn.

“Sit,” Megan ordered, gesturing to the chair across from her. “And don’t forget, Jules—when we’re not at work, you’ll address me as Mistress. Got it?”

Julia bristled, her hands tightening into fists. “Mistress?” she repeated, incredulous.

“Yes,” Megan said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Your Master Dominic gave me authority over you while I’m here. If you don’t like it, well… tough. Now, say it.”

Julia’s cheeks flushed with humiliation. “Yes… Mistress,” she muttered, barely able to get the words out.

“Good girl,” Megan said with a sly smile. She picked up her fork and ate as if this exchange were perfectly normal. “Now, let me explain how this is going to work.”

Julia sat stiffly, watching Megan eat with a growing sense of dread. Finally, Megan set her fork down and leaned back in her chair, her expression smug.

“I got a call yesterday after work,” Megan began, casually twirling a strand of her hair. “A man named Dominic introduced himself. Said he was your Master. He told me all about your little contract.”

Julia’s eyes widened. “He told you?”

“Mm-hmm,” Megan said, nodding. “He said you signed a four-year contract for slave training. Apparently, you’re off to a decent start, but he thought you could use some extra... guidance. That’s where I come in.”

Julia’s face burned. “Megan, it was an accident. I wasn’t supposed to sign that contract! I thought I was signing up for a yoga program.”

Megan waved a hand dismissively, rolling her eyes. “Oh, boo-hoo. Too late to complain now, Jules. You signed the contract, and you’re stuck with it. Whining about it won’t change anything.”

Julia stared down at her plate, her appetite gone. “Why did he call you?” she asked softly.

“Dominic said he needed someone to be your on-site trainer,” Megan replied. “Someone who could be here to enforce the rules and help with your training. Naturally, I agreed. I mean, how could I pass up a chance like this?”

Julia’s head snapped up; her eyes filled with disbelief. “You agreed to this? Megan, why would you do that?”

Megan smirked, leaning forward. “Because it’s fun, Jules. Watching you squirm, pushing your boundaries... it’s a blast. And besides, you need me. In all the time I've known you, you were a prude. you acted like showing skin was a crime. Now I see so much more of you. Dominic gave me a key to your apartment, so I’ll be here whenever I feel like it. You’d better get used to it.”

Julia felt the weight of Megan’s words settle over her like a heavy blanket. She had already lost so much control over her life, and now it seemed Megan was determined to strip away whatever scraps of autonomy she had left.

Megan picked up her fork again, taking another bite of eggs. “This is going to be so much fun,” she said with a grin. “For me, at least.”

Julia swallowed hard, her eyes dropping back to her untouched plate. Deep down, she knew Megan was right—there was no point in complaining. All she could do now was survive.

After breakfast, Megan leaned back in her chair, stretching leisurely. “Time to get ready for work, Jules. Let’s pick out something a little more exciting than that boring business suit you wore yesterday.”

Julia frowned, her stomach sinking as Megan led the way to her bedroom. She hovered near the door while Megan rifled through her closet, humming thoughtfully. After a few moments, Megan turned around, holding up a light summer dress. The fabric was thin and airy, nearly translucent, and the hemline barely extended a few inches below where Julia’s thighs met.

“You can’t be serious,” Julia said, her face flushing. “That’s practically—”

“Mistress,” Megan corrected sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Try that again.”

Julia hesitated, biting her lip. “You can’t be serious, Mistress.”

Megan’s expression softened into a smug grin. “Good girl. And yes, I’m very serious. This dress is perfect for today. Put it on.”

Julia swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with humiliation as she slipped the dress over her head. The fabric clung to her skin, leaving the faint outline of her body visible. Her nipples were just noticeable enough to make her chest tighten with shame. She glanced in the mirror and cringed, tugging at the hem in a futile attempt to make it feel less revealing.

“It’s too short,” she protested, her voice trembling. “What if someone sees—”

Slap!

Megan’s hand struck Julia’s bare buttocks, making her yelp. “That’s for forgetting to call me Mistress,” Megan said, her tone cool. She delivered another sharp smack, making Julia wince. “And that’s for complaining.”

Julia’s cheeks flushed with pain and embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Better,” Megan said with a smirk. She grabbed Julia’s arm and spun her around, inspecting the dress. “Now, stop fussing with it. You’re not supposed to cover yourself anyway, remember?”

Julia gritted her teeth, her hands twitching at her sides. “Yes, Mistress,” she muttered reluctantly.

“Good. Now let’s go. We’re going to be late.”

As they walked toward the door, Julia couldn’t help tugging at the hem of the dress, trying desperately to cover more of her thighs. Megan sighed, clearly losing patience.

“That’s it,” Megan muttered, reaching into her purse. Julia’s stomach dropped as Megan pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Megan snapped the cuffs open, her expression sharp. “Hands behind your back. Now.”

Julia froze, her mouth opening in protest. “Megan—”

Slap! Megan’s hand came down on her rear again. “Mistress,” she barked.

“Mistress,” Julia corrected quickly, tears stinging her eyes. “Please, don’t—”

“Backhands,” Megan interrupted, her voice firm.

Without thinking, Julia complied, placing her hands behind her back. Megan clicked the cuffs into place, leaving Julia completely helpless.

“This is your punishment for fussing with the dress,” Megan said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “A slave accepts her situation without complaint. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Julia said softly, her voice trembling.

Satisfied, Megan grabbed her purse and led Julia out of the apartment. The hallway felt like a gauntlet, with Julia hyperaware of her exposed body and cuffed wrists. She prayed no one would step out of their apartment and see her like this.

The ride to work was equally humiliating. Julia sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her cuffed hands digging into her back as the thin dress rode up with every bump in the road. She begged Megan to release her before they went inside the office, but Megan just laughed.

“Be quiet,” Megan said dismissively. “This is part of your punishment. And don’t forget—‘Mistress.’”

Julia clenched her jaw. “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, her voice tight with frustration.

When they entered the office, Megan finally removed the cuffs just before they reached Julia’s desk. But not without one final indignity.

As Julia and Megan stood inside Julia’s cubical, Megan removed the cuff setting Julia’s hands free. When Julia brought her hands to the front to rub her wrists, Megan grabbed the hem of Julia’s dress and lifted it, exposing Julia’s butt and clean-shaven pussy. Megan ran a finger through Julia’s pussy and felt her wetness.

“Oh, it seems someone is enjoying herself.” Megan brought her finger, wet with Julia’s pussy juice, to Julia’s lips. “Open,” Megan commanded. When Julia didn’t respond, Megan lifted her dress to Julia’s armpits exposing Julia’s breasts. Megan took Julia’s left nipple and pinched it hard, eliciting a yelp from Julia.

“Open, slave!” Megan commanded again emphasizing the slave part. Julia slowly opened her mouth allowing Megan to put her wet finger in Juia’s mouth. Still pinching Julia’s left nipple, Megan commanded, “Clean it!”

Quickly Julia sucked Megan’s finger, licking it with her tongue. Megan pulled it from Julia’s mouth and wiped it dry on her dress. With Julia’s dress still around her armpits exposing her naked body to her coworkers she allowed her dress to fall back into place before sitting down to work.

“Try not to cause any trouble today, Jules,” Megan said with a wink. “Or should I say ‘Julia’? We wouldn’t want any confusion at work.” She raised the front of Julia’s dress just high enough to expose her bare breasts before letting it drop back into place.

Blushing furiously, Julia nodded. “Yes, Mistress,” she muttered, hoping Megan would finally leave her alone.

Megan smirked and walked to her own desk, leaving Julia to stew in her humiliation. Relieved to finally be left alone, Julia logged into her computer, desperate to lose herself in work and forget the morning’s ordeal. But the faint scent of Megan’s perfume lingered in the air, a reminder that her tormentor was never far away.

As the lunch break began, Julia sat quietly at her desk, hoping for a brief reprieve from Megan’s constant torment. But her hope was short-lived when Megan appeared at her cubicle, her ever-present smirk firmly in place.

“Jules,” Megan said, leaning casually against the divider. “It’s time for your next task.”

Julia looked up, her heart sinking. “What task, Mistress?” she asked cautiously.

Megan’s smile widened as she reached down and grabbed the hem of Julia’s dress. “Stand up,” she commanded.

Julia hesitated but complied, standing slowly as Megan’s hands began to lift the dress. Within moments, the thin fabric was over Julia’s head, leaving her completely exposed save for her shoes. Julia’s hands instinctively moved to cover herself.

“Don’t even think about it,” Megan said sharply. “Hands at your sides.”

Julia let her arms drop, her face burning with humiliation. “Please, Mistress,” she whispered, glancing around nervously. “What if someone sees?”

“Everyone’s at lunch,” Megan said, rolling her eyes. “But you never know when someone might come back early.” She crouched, removing Julia’s shoes and standing with both the dress and shoes in hand, keeping them out of Julia’s reach. “Now, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to walk around the office, nice and slow. Touch every single cubicle on this floor. When you’re done, you can come back here and eat your lunch.”

Julia’s eyes widened in horror. “Mistress, I can’t—”

“You can, and you will,” Megan interrupted, her tone firm. “Unless you’d like me to call your Master and let him know you’re disobeying.”

Julia’s stomach churned at the thought. She swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Megan said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Now, get moving. And don’t you dare run. A proper slave walks with grace.”

Julia stepped out of her cubicle, her heart pounding as she began her humiliating trek around the office. The air felt cool against her bare skin, and every step made her acutely aware of her exposure. She moved slowly, her bare feet silent on the carpet as she reached out to touch each cubicle she passed.

The office was eerily quiet, the absence of her coworkers amplifying her sense of vulnerability. She tried to move as quickly as possible without breaking the slow, deliberate pace Megan had commanded, her ears straining for any sound that might indicate someone’s return.

As she neared the end of the circuit, Julia’s anxiety spiked at every small creak or faint noise, each one sending a jolt of panic through her. But the cubicles remained empty, and the open floor stayed mercifully silent.

When she finally returned to her cubicle, Megan was waiting, her arms crossed and a satisfied grin on her face.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” Megan said, tossing Julia’s dress onto her chair. “Now you can eat. But next time, remember: a slave accepts her tasks without hesitation.”

Julia quickly slipped her dress back on and sank into her chair, her hands trembling as she reached for her lunch. Her body was still flushed with embarrassment, and the lingering fear of being caught left her on edge. But as Megan sauntered away, her smirk lingering in the air, Julia knew the torment was far from over.

The afternoon passed uneventfully, with Megan leaving Julia alone for the remainder of the workday. Julia had allowed herself a small sigh of relief, hoping the torment was over for the day. But as the clock struck five, Megan appeared at Julia’s desk, her smirk signaling that her reprieve was over.

“Ready to go, Jules?” Megan said, leaning casually against the edge of Julia’s cubicle.

“Yes, Megan,” Julia replied automatically, standing and beginning to gather her things.

Megan’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a sharp glare. “Try that again,” she said, her tone icy.

Julia froze, realizing her mistake. “Yes, Mistress,” she corrected quickly, her cheeks flushing.

“Good girl,” Megan said, her grin returning. “Now, follow me.”

They walked to the parking lot in silence, Julia’s stomach twisting in knots. She’d hoped Megan would let her leave with some shred of dignity, but that hope shattered as Megan stopped her beside the car and crossed her arms.

“Take off the dress and shoes,” Megan commanded, her voice firm.

Julia’s eyes widened. “Mistress, here? We’re outside!”

Slap!

Megan’s hand struck Julia’s bare thigh, making her yelp. “Yes, here. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Megan snapped. “Take them off. Now.”

Julia hesitated, glancing nervously around the lot. It was mostly empty, but the fear of someone appearing made her hands tremble as she reached for the hem of her dress. She hesitated again, clutching the fabric.

Another sharp slap landed on her thigh. “Do it, slave,” Megan barked. “Or do you want more?”

“No, Mistress,” Julia stammered, her voice shaking. Quickly, she pulled the dress over her head, standing naked except for her shoes. Megan held out her hand, and Julia slipped off her shoes as well, handing them over with trembling fingers.

“Good,” Megan said, stuffing the dress and shoes into her bag. She pulled a pair of cuffs from her purse and gestured for Julia to turn around. “Hands behind your back.”

“Mistress, please,” Julia began, her voice pleading.

Another sharp slap landed on her bare bottom this time, making her gasp. “No complaints,” Megan said firmly. “Backhands.”

Julia obeyed immediately, placing her hands behind her back. Megan snapped the cuffs into place, the metal cold against Julia’s skin. The position forced Julia’s shoulders back, making her breasts thrust forward, her posture accentuating her nakedness.

“Much better,” Megan said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Now, get in the car.”

Julia’s cheeks burned as she climbed into the passenger seat, her bare skin sticking to the leather. The drive home was excruciating. Each bump in the road made her hyperaware of her exposure, and the cuffs dug into her wrists, leaving her feeling completely helpless.

When they arrived at Julia’s apartment, Megan grabbed Julia’s purse and unlocked the car door. “Out,” she commanded.

Julia stepped out, her bare feet brushing the asphalt. The cool evening air sent a shiver down her spine as Megan gestured toward the door. “You know what to do.”

Julia swallowed hard and walked to her apartment door, her hands still cuffed behind her. She reached up awkwardly to retrieve the key from the trim and then froze, glancing nervously at Megan.

Fully naked, Julia did not need to undress. Megan used her key to open Julia’s apartment, pushed Julia, and stepped inside.

Master Dominic’s voice greeted them from the speakers. “Welcome back, Julia,” he said, his tone calm and authoritative. “I received Megan’s report about your day. It seems you’ve had an eventful time.”

Julia’s cheeks burned as she glanced at Megan, who grinned triumphantly. “She’s learning, Dominic,” Megan said casually. “But she still has a long way to go.”

“You’ll address these lessons in your yoga and mantra practice,” Dominic continued. “Megan, ensure she performs them correctly.”

“With pleasure,” Megan replied, her eyes gleaming as she gestured for Julia to unroll her yoga mat. Julia complied, kneeling on the mat as the familiar commands filled the room. Megan corrected her posture and tone with every mistake, her hand occasionally delivering sharp slaps when Julia hesitated or faltered.

After the session ended, Megan led Julia to the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, turning on the shower. Julia stepped under the warm spray, her body trembling from exhaustion and humiliation.

Megan joined her moments later, her hands sliding over Julia’s soapy skin. “Relax,” she murmured, her touch growing more intimate. “You need this.”

Julia whimpered, her protests dissolving into moans as Megan pressed her naked body against Julia’s. Megan’s soapy hand caresses Julia’s soapy skin, gently massaging Julia’s breasts and nipples. Continuing to massage Julia’s breast with her left hand, Megan moved her right hand down between Julia’s legs to her wet pussy.

Slipping first one then two fingers into Julia’s pussy, it is easy to tell her wetness wasn’t from the shower. The events of the day had worked Julia so close to the edge it didn’t take long for Megan’s pumping fingers to bring Julia to an explosive orgasm, bringing her to her knees. Megan held on and gently lowered Julia to the floor of the shower.

Megan stepped back, her smirk as smug as ever. “See? I can be nice when I want to,” she said. “Now dry off. Tomorrow’s a new day, and I have so many plans for you.”

This is the end of phase 1 of Julia's slave training.

[Sissy]

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Thank you great chapter glad she is shaved as a slave should be. I look forward to this continuing story.