Myya's Adventures

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It took weeks and weeks, but your best friend Kate couldn’t help but notice your change in clothes, and your change in attitude… She’s kinda turned-on by your new-found sexiness, your new-found sluttiness…
It’s almost like there’s an “edginess” to you too….that…well…. she finds kinda “hot”…

Then one day, accidently, she sees the name “Mistress” on your phone….

“Ohhhh FUUUUUCCCCKKKK…..”, you think, as your life passes in front of you…
It takes all of half a second to feel a certain warmth come over you….
The embarrassment… The shame… The humiliation……

“Myya, what the hell is this??”

“Ummm, ummm, I’m sorry Kate… You weren’t supposed to see this…
It’s a game thing I’ve been playing…”

“What game? This about all those weird texts you send me all the time??”

“Ummm….yes…. I’m sorry….”

“Tell me what the hell you’ve been doing, Myya….”

And you do….
The chatting with some guy on the internet…
The web page, Milovana…
The denial…. ~Your~ orgasm denial….
About the tasks you’re “told” to do…. And that it gets you off to do them…..
It’s so humiliating to admit this to someone, but you can’t help it, you say…….
You like to be told what to do….

And Kate takes it all in…. Not saying a word…. Just letting you nervously talk and talk….

You finally stop talking…. Finally stop humiliating yourself even further….

Then you just drop your head down, staring at the floor….. Not knowing what’s going to happen next….

But strangely, you feel a wetness and a heat growing in your pussy….

Maybe not so strange, actually….

You’ve wondered when this day would come….for months….

And your pussy has gotten wet…. Every - single - time…..



But the seconds seem like hours….. You can’t look Kate in the eye….
You can’t even take your eyes up from looking at the floor…
You’re afraid…. Afraid to see Kate’s reaction….
Afraid to lose your best friend, all because of the word “Mistress”….

But if you did look up, you’d see Kate’s look of shock slowly disappear….
Only to be replaced by a small little smile breaking out on her face, slowly starting in one corner of her mouth, and gradually overtaking her entire face….

Once she has a moment to consider all that she’s heard, she forces herself to wipe that smile off of her face…..
In the space of the 10 seconds of actual silence that took place, the time that seemed to you to be an hour, she’s already thought this through…
And Kate realizes she can’t let you see her smiling….

“Show me”, Kate says… “Show me what the hell you’re talking about…”

“What do you mean”, you ask… Head still looking down…

“Show me the website”…. “And I want to know about this ~guy~ that’s telling you what to do….”

And you tell her….and you show her….

After going through the website, showing her the web teases, showing her your emails, she needs to take it all in….

You don’t hear back from Kate for a week…..

The longest week of your entire life…..





Needless to say, you’ve thought the worst….
It’s been killing you, but you’ve been afraid to call Kate….
Afraid to lose your friend…. Afraid that others now know about your fetish…

One week after sharing your deepest secrets with your best friend.
The secret craving of denial… The secret craving for humiliation…

And then your phone rings…

“Myya, this is Kate… We need to talk… I’ll be over shortly…. Be waiting for me, bitch…”

Click….


The minutes pass by… Needless to say, you are in a frenzy…..
Not knowing what’s about to happen…. Not knowing what’s going to be said…

And the fact that your Master hasn’t allowed you to cum even ONCE in over three weeks isn’t helping either…

You’re in a panic, but you need to talk to someone, and you quickly see if your Master is online…
“Thank god”, you say to yourself… He is….

You’ve already told him what happened in the days prior, so he knew it would eventually come to this moment…
“What should I do, Master?? Please tell me what to do….”

“Myya, you should ALWAYS be honest with yourself, and with others..”
“So I want you to show Kate who you are…. Who the ~real~ Myya is…”

“When she gets there, I want you wearing your little tease top, a thong, a pair of your white pumps, and your collar…”
Be honest her, Myya…. Be honest with yourself….”

You type back:
“OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD.... Yes sir… I will do it…”



Shortly thereafter, your doorbell rings…


You let Kate in, but still can’t look her in the eye….

She looks you up and down, and says, “Nice outfit, slut..”
“Sit down Myya, we need to talk…”

Kate starts…
“I looked over the webpage…and I had quite a few eye-opening chats with your Master over this past week… I must say, it’s actually pretty exciting, the thought of someone else controlling your cummies, and the things you do, and the things you wear….”

I can’t tell you how shocked I was when we first had that phone thing last week, but now that I’ve had some time to think about it, and talked with your Master about it, I’ve decided, starting today, to do it too….”

“And I can’t even ~begin~ to tell you how many times I’ve cum this past week, slut…”
And god, I came HARD……thinking of all of the possibilities with this, but that stops as of right now….”

“You see, he and I have reached an agreement…..”

“I’m going to be a little subbie slut, just like you, Myya…”
“Isn’t that exciting??”

“You and I, BOTH doing the teases…..not knowing when or how each one of us might get to cum, or even IF we’re allowed to cum…. and being told what to wear….or what to do….”
“Isn’t that EXCITING, Myya??”

“Really??”, you ask…
“Oh my god…. I’m soooooo happy….. I didn’t know how you’d react…”

Kate says, “I know, baby….”
And you both stand up and hug….
Kate, wearing her normal everyday clothes….
And you, wearing your thin little tease top…
And your thong, which oddly enough, is already sopping wet…..

“Oh god”, you think to yourself, “I might as well be naked”
Actually, you almost are, and you don’t even care….


“Let’s go get on-line and talk to Master…”, Kate tells you... “Maybe he has something for us to do…”, as she starts to giggle….

As you both walk over to your computer, Kate adds, “BTW, Myya…. That agreement part I mentioned earlier?...
Yes, like I said, I’m going to be Master’s slut…..just like you….”

“But he said you could be my bitch, if I wanted……. And yes, bitch…. I ~do~ want…” as she giggles even more at you….

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It’s going to be a great night for you tonight, isn’t it Myya??


Not only is it your college’s Homecoming Weekend, and everybody's soooo excited about the football team winning the big game earlier that day, but you and Kate are going to the BIG Kappa Sig frat party tonight...
And not only is most of the football team supposed to be there, the best part of the whole night is that your Master has given you permission to cum this evening, ~ANY~ ~WAY~ you want…

It couldn’t be any better for you, could it?? Big party, that hot football player you’ve been flirting with in class going to be there, AND permission for you to make a cummie….
And since it’s been almost 3 weeks since you’ve been allowed to have your last orgasm, the edging every night has just about driven you mad this past week, hasn’t it??

But all that frustration is about to end for you…. You’ve been giddy with excitement for days, just thinking about how good tonight will be….

You’re so excited in fact, you’ve been dressed for two whole hours, just waiting….
Just waiting for your friend Kate to come over and pick you up….

~Finally~, your doorbell rings….

“Come in”, you say, the excitement of starting your evening evident in your voice….

Kate comes in the door, and starts saying, “You ready to gooooo-ooooohhhhhhh”

She looks you up and down, and says, “No baby, ~that’s not really going to work for tonight…”

"I know Master said you could have a cummie tonight and all, and you ~will~ get your cummie…
But otherwise, you’re ~MY~ slut-toy tonight...."


Kate tells you to take all of your clothes off, you’re starting over from square-one ….

She goes through your dresser and your closet, and hands you a very ~small~ amount of clothing…
As you stand there completely naked, freshly shaved and oiled-up, Kate hands you your pink g-string and tells you to put it on….
She has you pull it up nice and high on the sides....

By the time she hands you a pair of black pumps and your favorite little dog collar, your horny little pussy has already started juicing-up…


Then she looks for a skirt for you....and finds your pleated black mini...
"Ohhh... THIS will never do...."
She grabs a pair of scissors, and lops several inches off of the hem of your skirt...
Your eyes grow big when she holds it up to you, and you realize how it just "barely" comes to the bottom of your ass cheeks...
"Perfect", you hear her say.... "Put this on, slut"....

You pull it up your smooth, tanned, legs and you realize it's ~just~ long enough to hide the bottom of your g-string, but the side strings are more than an inch over the sides of your skirt....

You not only realize EVERYBODY is going to see your g-string straps all night, but you also know what people say about girls that wear their g-strings like that too….
And then it takes you all of a second to picture all of those other co-eds, whispering to themselves, ~trying~ to discreetly point at you, and start to giggle…. Giggle at you….
At what a slut you must be…. At how hard-up for attention you must be…
At how you’re just trying to get the guys to look and drool over you all night….
And then you imagine them giggling even more….

Your day-dreaming is interrupted when Kate looks you over, and you hear her say, "come here baby, we need to make a little adjustment here..."

Then she tugs the straps up even higher....

Oh jeez, you think to yourself…
You KNOW how frat boys can be, and you picture yourself trying to walk through the dance floor and the party room of the frat house…. The ~packed~ rooms of the frat house…
Packed with horny college frat boys… And football players…. ~BIG~ football players…
And you ~know~ that little g-string is just BEGGING to be played with...

Then you hear Kate giggle, and say, “Now, let’s go find a top for you… Can’t have you walking around JUST like that…. Everybody will think you’re a slut or something….” As she giggles a little more…



After looking around through your closet again, she comes up with one thing in her hand….
A thin white cotton wife-beater shirt…..

Then Kate pulls it over your head, and slides it down and over your chest...
"Now, let’s see what we can do with this, slut", she says....

"Hold still now, these scissors are sharp"...

You don't flinch, as you feel your top slowly being cut away, slowly exposing more and more of your body....

When she finishes, you look in the mirror to see what you're left with....

The top covers your breasts, but ends just below the bottom of them… Barely…
And you quickly realize that raising your arms is going to cause problems....

And there is plenty of the roundness of your breasts showing up top too, as quite a large and deep V-cut was made into the front top of your shirt...

You feel yourself shudder though, when you realize that all you have holding the front of your shirt together is about an inch of ~very~ thin, ~very~ fragile, ~very~ small, fabric....
And you realize if one of those drunken frat-boy’s fingers “accidentally” snagged your top, it’s as good as gone…


And as you look in the mirror, all ~you~ see is the biggest slut you've ever seen....
And you feel your pussy gush with warmth, as you know that’s exactly what everyone else is going to see too…

All Kate sees is the hottest little "Fuck-toy", ~she’s~ ever seen...



You’re jarred from your thought when you hear Kate say, "~NOW~ you’re ready to go to a frat party…. Come on, Fuck-Toy... We've got a football team to tease!!”.

And all you can do is think about how this is NOT going to end well.... Not well at all.....
At least not for Kate’s little Fuck-Toy....

But you know you ~are~ going to cum….. And cum…. And cum….

And as she leads you out the door, you try not to let Kate see you smile to yourself...