Chapter 23: Lisa and Her Parents

It takes a few weeks before Mistress Xara considers my rear hole wide enough to accept Drax’s cock. We’ve used progressively larger butt plugs to stretch my hole, and accustom me to objects being shoved up my arse. I’m still nervous at the prospect of Drax’s cock up there, but Mistress Xara will stand no nonsense from me. At home, Mistress decides everything about what I will wear, what I do and when, and I meekly obey. My reward is some sensational sex sessions, which test my obedience to her control to the limit. Under her guidance, I’ve learned better control over my orgasms, and I can hold myself on the edge of an orgasm for many minutes before I must either quell the urge, or claim satisfaction. In that respect, Mistress Xara can play me like a fiddle, and it’s another reason that I love being under her thrall.

Outside of our home life, I’m allowed to choose what to wear and to act freely. Even so, there are increasing symbols of my submission to Mistress Xara that invade my work life. Plug would be blind not to be aware of my submission to Xara and Drax. Fortunately he doesn’t have a problem with that, since it doesn’t affect my punctuality, nor the quality of my work.

“Is that your new slave collar, Lisa?” asks Plug one morning when I turn up to work wearing a red leather collar with metal studs.

“Um ... yeah. Is it okay for me to wear it at work?” I reply, slightly nervous at the directness of his question.

“Sure. It suits you. But I suggest you remove it if one of the bikers from the Inquisitors gang ever turns up here. They treat the women in their gang as little more than fuck toys. The sight of your collar might tempt him to take liberties.”

My red ‘day collar’ isn’t the only change in Mistress Xara’s control over my outside life. At home I’m now used to wearing nothing but a simple sleeveless linen mini-dress as I do my housework. Mistress Xara’s ‘no underwear’ rule is easy to accommodate at home, but then she starts insisting that I experiment with doing so outside of the house. It isn’t a problem at work, since I wear overalls while I’m working, and they are baggy enough to avoid chaffing my bare cunt. When I mention to Xara that wearing trousers without underwear is uncomfortable, she simply orders me to wear dresses and skirts more often. The feel of the cold wind blowing up my skirt and onto my naked shaved cunt is a sensation that does funny things to my psyche. But I never refuse to obey Mistress Xara’s commands.

The most invasive change Xara makes to my outside life is the chastity belt she has me wear whenever I’m out of the house. It’s partly my fault that she imposes this restriction on me. I mentioned Plug’s comment about the possibility of bikers taking liberties with me, and Xara promptly ensures that nobody can fuck me without her consent. The chastity belt is a well crafted device that is comfortable to wear for long periods, and allows me to perform my bodily functions while wearing it. The belt is secured by a combination padlock, and only Mistress Xara knows the number. I’m well and truly imprisoned in the belt while we are apart.

The similarity of the chastity belt to the one I wore in the PCT scenario prompts me to tell Drax and Mistress Xara of my adventures inside the scenario. They’ve never previously quizzed me about what happened during Michael’s and my test, and they both find it amusing when I mention the character called Drax, and how the name association encouraged me to accept the real Drax’s help.

By now I’m hopelessly in Mistress Xara’s thrall. Even Drax starts calling me ‘slave’ although he doesn’t impose any additional rules on me. Which is fortunate, since Xara’s rules are more than enough to ensure my total submission to her will.