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Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. A Model in Chains"From Grad School to Slave School: A Vacation in Chains Chapter 1"Now, you prissy Bitch. This is your personal Hell week." Of course she couldn't hear me. She wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning, and would remember little.This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Meanwhile we are wrapping up something new and exciting. I had some time yet to gloat and revel in the anticipation of what was to come. I looked down at the naked body of my teacher's assistant. Though she dressed much more conservatively than me and most of her other female students, it just made men and women drool to see more.I felt I was just as pretty, but she was more petite and to some perhaps more feminine. I am taller and more athletic, which intimidated some men, but that didn't matter to me. Many women appreciated my looks and my dominant streak.And her pussy was as hairless as the day she was born. Miss Kelli, soon to be slut Kelli, was in for quite a ride.I got to Miami ahead of her, taking the Friday night redeye, while she was booked on an early Saturday flight, and staked out her hotel. Basic furniture, built in cupboards, a toilet area. One by one, still in a fog, I took inventory of the surroundings. I held up my wrist and a leather bracelet with rings was revealed!She was oblivious to everything as she headed for her first night club, so it was easy to follow her unnoticed. A light chain was connected to a ring on the bracelet, and when I raised my wrist higher, I realized the chain was linked to my other wrist restraint, and also to leather ankle cuffs, and to something around my neck! I was naked, alone, chained, and I had no idea what had happened. I needed to pee, so I managed to stagger to the toilet to relieve myself, taking short choppy steps. There was no seat on the toilet, just the porcelain bowl.I admit there were times it seemed the story was controlling the authors instead of the other way around. We think this a good place to end Kelli's story, but then again, it is only the beginning of her adventures. I tried going over her head to the Prof but he said it was her call. To people that she had power over, she could be pure evil. I had stripped her naked after tossing her on the cot.
I saw her ticket on her desk and seeing it was for two weeks, not one.I realized then that she was worse than a whore, she was a tease. It was only a matter of time till someone forcibly changed that behavior. I might even give her an orgasm in her sleep, I thought.I had enough psych courses and been around the D/s scene long enough to know that subconsciously, that is exactly what she wanted and needed. It would be the last purely pleasant one she would get for a while.I rubbed my fingers up her slit, and found it completely soaked with her juices. Far from the sexy, chic, but somewhat conservative, clothes she wore for her job, she dressed almost whorish.
But after watching her accept drinks from several men, and dancing to attract attention and hard-ons, she would go home alone leaving them all with blue balls.
They teased and pushed men until they finally found one that would see through the faade and take what they wanted. Finding a dominant that would understand her needs would be ideal. As I grabbed her pile of clothes and was about to step through the door I could hear her moans and whimpers.