Chapter 53: Crystal's Slave

That Saturday, Allen Williams had a faculty meeting at the school all day. Unfortunately for Jeff, on Friday he had another severe headache, so when he asked if he could go visit Kari, his father said no. He thought it was unfair; he hadn't had a headache in almost a week. But Greg could be very stubborn sometimes, and apparently this was one of those times.

Brit was torn between wanting to visit Crystal and wanting to stay home with Jeff. The truth was that she hadn't had time to talk to Crystal in private since that kiss in the shower last weekend. She wanted to know what had gone through Crystal's mind, and if maybe Crystal had certain feelings for her. They had seen each other at school plenty of times, but always with other people around, so there was no time to talk about it. On the other hand, she really wanted to spend as much time as possible with Jeff these past few weeks. She loved being near him, loved sitting by him and laying her head on his shoulder, loved hugging him, loved sitting on his lap.

Jeff helped her make up her mind by insisting that she go have fun; they would have all night together after all. So she asked her father if she could go to the Williams house. At first he was reluctant, having just denied Jeff, but Jeff came to her defense, saying that he didn't mind at all. Greg agreed, so she called Crystal to make the arrangements, and then Allison drove her over and dropped her off.

Crystal greeted her at the door with a hug, then they headed upstairs to Crystal's bedroom. She told Brit that Kari was in her own room working on a term paper for her English class, which finally gave Brit the time she needed alone with her friend.

Unfortunately, now that the two of them were together without anyone around, she found it hard to bring up the subject. She hadn't really thought about what she would say or ask; in fact, she had thought that Crystal would be the one to start the conversation. It was Crystal, after all, who had initiated that kiss, and Brit had half expected her to immediately make a pass at her as soon as they were alone. But Crystal acted as if that kiss had never even happened.

They mostly talked about boys, especially Jeff. Crystal, of course, was more than happy to admit that she was completely infatuated with him, and Brit let that fact set the tone of the conversation. Lately she herself had begun to have some of the same feelings, but she wasn't about to mention it.

Strangely enough, she didn't feel jealous at all. Crystal was her best friend, so she liked to see her happy. If that meant having sex with Jeff, that was all right with Brit. Although she fantasized about him sometimes, she had never really felt a need to have any kind of exclusive relationship with him. Perhaps that was because she had already known that he was sleeping with two girls before she had begun to think about him in any but a sisterly way. Since neither Kari nor Crystal minded sharing him with each other, Brit figured that if she pursued him, it wouldn't be at the expense of the other girls. Besides, only the fact that Kari wasn't the jealous type gave Brit any chance at all with Jeff, so she wasn't going to push her luck.

Crystal brought up the subject of her birthday the next Saturday, and said her dad had already given her permission to have a slumber party Friday night. She especially wanted Brit to come. Brit accepted immediately.

They joked and teased each other for a few more minutes, then Crystal came up with a suggestion. "I've got a game we can play," she said.

"It's not like the one Kari came up with when the volleyball team was here, is it?" asked Brit. "That was gross."

"So gross that you volunteered," laughed Crystal. Brit grew red. It was true; she had volunteered, and even let Crystal bring her to orgasm with her mouth.

"Anyway, that's beside the point," Crystal continued. "This game is a lot simpler. You and I wrestle. Whoever gets pinned has to be the other girl's slave for the rest of the day."

Brit's eyes opened wide for an instant, then she regained control of herself. A shiver ran through her body. If she lost, then Crystal could do anything she wanted to her, and she could imagine the kinds of things Crystal would do. It would be so horrible, so disgusting, so ... thrilling. After all, if Crystal ordered her to do it, she would have no choice. She would be completely innocent. And if she happened to take some kind of pleasure from the things Crystal would make her do...

"So what do you say, Brit?" asked Crystal.

"Okay," she grinned.

"Good," said Crystal. "So the rules are--" Suddenly, she pounced on Brit, knocking her to the floor.

"--anything goes," she finished with a grin.

Brit fought back, managing to knock Crystal off of her. The two girls grabbed each other's hands and tried to push each other over. Crystal put her foot behind Brit's to try to trip her, but Brit took a step with her other foot and pushed forward, and suddenly Crystal was the one who toppled over. Brit jumped on top of her, but Crystal squirmed out from underneath her, then wrapped her legs around one of Brit's and tried to turn her over.

Brit managed to keep the advantage until Crystal suddenly grabbed the bottom of Brit's shirt and pulled it up over her tits, exposing her bra. Brit leaped up, trying to pull away as Crystal tried to remove the garment from her.

"That's not fair!" Brit complained.

"I said anything goes," Crystal laughed.

Brit managed to pull her shirt free from the girl's grip, and fortunately Crystal didn't try that again. It had served its purpose, though. Crystal was back on even footing with Brit.

The two girls closed again, and this time Crystal went all out, wrapping her arms around Brit and trying to lift her off her feet. Brit felt herself tumbling over, but she had enough intelligence to realize that her opponent was just as off-balance as she was. Although Crystal was above her, Brit used the momentum of their fall to her advantage. She rolled backward, carrying Crystal with her, and suddenly she ended up on top. She put her full weight on top of the girl, grabbed both of her hands, and pressed down on them.

She had Crystal pinned. All she had to do was count to three, and she would win.

"One," she said.

Crystal suddenly pushed her head up and mashed her lips up against Brit's, kissing her deeply and even using her tongue. It was a trick Brit had expected from the girl, and she was ready for it. All she had to do was hold on and not let it startle her into releasing her grip.

She released her grip.

Why she did that, she didn't know, but she was forced to admit, if only to herself, that it was deliberate. She had wanted to let Crystal escape.

Crystal, however, went for the kill. Instead of struggling out of Brit's grasp, she wrapped her arms around her, managed to get one leg up around Brit's, and rolled her over, all while keeping their lips pressed together. Brit suddenly found herself pinned underneath.

She tested her strength, pushing one of her arms up. Yes, she could easily get away. All she had to do was thrust with both of her arms to lift the girl off of her. She was too strong for Crystal to pin.

Instead, she lay there underneath, her arms against the ground and Crystal kissing her passionately. Brit's body began to grow warm as she felt the girl's body on top of her, and she felt chills running down her spine. Now it was just a matter of Crystal counting to three, if she could ever pull her lips away for that long.

What am I doing? thought Brit. I can easily beat her! But she lay there in that apparently hopeless position.

"One," Crystal said as she drew back for just an instant, then began to kiss her again. Brit pretended to struggle, but half-heartedly.

"Two," Crystal said again, then bit Brit gently on the lower lip. Brit tensed up, prepared to make one final effort to escape. It was now or never; if she didn't make her move, she would be forced to submit to Crystal's every perverted fantasy.

Now! she thought ... and then let herself go limp again.

"Three!" Crystal exclaimed, then climbed up off of her. "I win!"

"Okay, fine," said Brit, sitting up and pretending to wear a disgusted look. "You win. I'm your slave."

"We're going to have so much fun," Crystal said with a wink.

"You're disgusting, Crystal," Brit said, but she couldn't help grinning.

"Exactly," Crystal told her. "But first, call me 'Mistress.'"

"Yes, Mistress," Brit grumbled.

"Come on, let's have a little enthusiasm."

"Yes, Mistress," Brit repeated, this time with a wide grin on her face.

"Much better. Now, if you're going to be a good little slave, you're going to have to wear the right uniform."

"Uniform?" Brit asked. "It's not going to be something humiliating, is it?"

"Of course not," said Crystal. "It's not something you haven't worn before."

"Good."

"In fact, you probably wear it a couple of times a day."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

"I'm serious, Crystal. I mean Mistress."

"So am I. Nothing. That's your uniform."

"What?" Brit exclaimed in shock. "You want me to be naked?"

"Exactly," Crystal grinned. "Your uniform is to wear absolutely nothing. And by the way, I'm going to help you put it on." She stood up and helped Brit to her feet. Then she stepped in close and put her hands around Brit's waist. She took hold of the bottom of Brit's tee-shirt.

"Put your arms up," she said.

"Yes, Mistress." Brit raised her arms above her head. Crystal pulled the shirt up and over, leaving Brit standing there with only her bra covering her tits. Then she stepped in again and reached around back, this time unclasping her bra. She drew it forward and off of Brit's shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, and Brit found herself bare from the waist up.

"Those look so tasty," Crystal grinned.

"Ew!" Brit complained, throwing her arms in front of her chest.

"I didn't say you could cover up, slave," ordered Crystal, and Brit reluctantly lowered her hands to her sides. Crystal reached forward, and Brit realized what she was doing. She felt the girl's hands on her breasts, rubbing and squeezing and kneading them. Brit couldn't believe she was getting felt up by another girl. Worse, she couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying it!

"Yes, I can see I'm going to have lots of fun with these," Crystal commented. "Just think. They're mine to play with all day. What do you think of that, slave?"

Brit found it hard to answer that question, so instead, she replied, "Yes, Mistress."

Crystal wouldn't let it go at that. "That's not the answer I want to hear," she said.

"What do you want to hear, Mistress?"

"I want to hear that you love it when I do this to you."

"I love it when you do this to me," Brit repeated, though still grumbling.

"That's not very convincing," Crystal insisted.

"I love it so much when you do this to me, Mistress," Brit grinned. "I want you to keep doing it to me over and over and over again."

"Now tell me you want me to put my mouth on them."

"Oh, Mistress! I would love for you to put your mouth on them. I want you to kiss them and lick them and suck them and bite them and taste them! Please, Mistress. Please suck on my boobs!"

"Now that's the kind of enthusiasm I like," Crystal grinned. "But that will have to come later. You haven't finished changing into your uniform yet."

Brit sighed. She was going to have to go through with it all the way. Well, she had made her choice when she let Crystal pin her. She put her hands to the front of her pants to unfasten them.

"Hold on, slave," said Crystal. "I'm supposed to do it, not you. Put your hands behind your back."

With a "Yes Mistress," Brit did as instructed. Crystal knelt in front of her and unfastened her pants. She then unzipped her zipper and yanked the pants down to Brit's ankles. Brit stepped out of them.

"I like your panties," Crystal grinned. Brit didn't think there was anything special about her panties; they were simple white cotton, pretty plain after all. But Crystal lifted a hand and touched her between the legs.

She jumped as the contact sent a thrill through her. She was really sensitive there, and apparently Crystal knew it.

"Do you like that, slave?" asked Crystal as she began to rub her through her panties.

"Yes, Mistress," Brit smiled.

"Do you want me to keep doing this?"

"Yes, Mistress."

But Crystal took her hand away, to Brit's disappointment.

"In a minute," said Crystal. "First we have to finish stripping you." She hooked a couple of fingers under the elastic waistband and drew Brit's panties down, exposing her tiny, virgin pussy to view. Crystal grinned when she saw it. "Scrumptious," she said. "Brings back memories, doesn't it?"

"Memories, Mistress?" asked Brit.

"Last week," Crystal explained. "When I ate you out. I knew I had to have you again some time."

Brit blushed. It was true, Brit had allowed her to do that. She was surprised at how good it had felt. Maybe she had some lesbian tendencies after all. Three weeks ago it might have bothered her, but right now she didn't feel disgusted in the least. She even felt eager to feel Crystal's tongue again.

As if sensing her desire, Crystal leaned in and planted a kiss right at the top of the slit.

"Ooh!" Brit exclaimed, her eyes lighting up in pleasure. "Thank you, Mistress!"

Crystal pulled back and giggled. "I think you're enjoying being my slave. Maybe we should make it permanent."

"I'm not enjoying it that much!" Brit said.

"Well, we'll just have to see if we can't change your mind by the time we're through. But first, I think a little humiliation is in order."

"Humiliation?" asked Brit, a little nervous about what that could mean.

Crystal went over to a chest in the corner and opened it up. Inside were a bunch of toys, probably left over from her younger days. She rummaged through it, searching for something in particular.

"Here it is!" she exclaimed, pulling out a dog collar with a six-foot chain leash attached.

"You wouldn't dare!" Brit said, her eyes growing wide.

"You wouldn't dare, what?" asked Crystal.

"You wouldn't dare, Mistress."

"Oh wouldn't I? I'm not content with having you as my slave. You're going to be my pet."

"You're mean!" Brit accused, but the truth was, she was enjoying this little game of Crystal's. Though a little embarrassing, it was also absolutely hilarious if she could look at it from a detached point of view.

"Yes, my cute little cuddly pet Britney," Crystal continued. "We'll have so much fun together. Maybe I'll take you for a walk around the neighborhood."

"No!" Brit exclaimed in playful horror.

"Now hold still, cute little cuddly Britney," said Crystal, reaching up with the collar. Brit stood there trying to look mad as Crystal fastened it around her neck, but unable to hide a grin or suppress a giggle. Crystal fastened it securely but not too tightly. It was surprisingly comfortable.

"There we go. Just perfect," Crystal smiled. The other end of the leash had a strap to go around her wrist, so she fastened it, linking Brit to her.

"If you're good, I'll let you cuddle with me later. And if you're really good, I'll let you sleep in my bed. What do you think of that?"

"Yes, Mistress," Brit replied.

"Good. Now come over here and show me how much you like being my pet."

"What do you mean?"

"How do dogs show affection to their masters?"

"I don't know. How?"

"By licking them, of course," Crystal grinned.

"Licking?" Brit gasped.

"Exactly. We'll start with my face for now. Maybe later we'll move on to other parts of my anatomy."

Brit approached her, still unsuccessfully trying to maintain an angry expression. She put her hands on Crystal's shoulders, leaned in, and quickly licked Crystal on the cheek, then stepped back, frowning in what she hoped looked like disgust.

"Just one lick? Don't you love your mistress any more than that?" Crystal demanded.

Brit stepped in and licked her again, but this time she continued. She started with Crystal's cheek, then moved on to her forehead, the other cheek, her chin, and then the tip of her nose.

"Now my lips," Crystal ordered, and Brit obeyed. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over Crystal's lips several times. Then suddenly Crystal opened her mouth and stuck out her own tongue. Brit took the hint and began using her tongue to toy with Crystal's. It was disgusting, but at the same time, knowing how much pleasure Crystal was receiving from it, strangely erotic.

Crystal wasn't content to leave it at that, though. She reached behind Brit's head and pulled her in closer, and suddenly Brit found herself French-kissing the girl. It was a lot like that time in the shower last week, just as horrifying and just as wonderful. She closed her eyes and abandoned her revulsion, giving in to the sapphic pleasure of the girl's kiss. She knew that before the day was out, Crystal would probably make her complete that journey, so she might as well enjoy it.

In fact, when Crystal pulled away, Brit felt a little disappointment that the kiss wasn't longer. Crystal really was a beautiful girl, and her lips were so luscious and tasty. Brit's experience with kissing was limited, but of the three people she had kissed-- Allison, Jeff, and Crystal-- she enjoyed every one of them. Each of them had been different. With Allison it had been experimental, a little awkward perhaps but still comfortable because of how much she loved and trusted Allison. With Jeff, it was like the whole universe was smiling down on them, pure and wonderful and beautiful. She could feel his love in that kiss, an overwhelming feeling that made her want to melt into him and become a part of him. With Crystal, however, it was both playful and naughty, a girlish secret shared between them, so dirty and yet so fun.

"So far you're being a good little slave," Crystal said.

"Thank you, Mistress," Brit beamed, determined to play the part perfectly.

"I think now it's time to show big sister my new pet. Come along now, little Britney. You know the way."

Brit strode out of the room, followed by her mistress. She headed down the hall to Kari's room.

"Now knock on the door," Crystal told her, and Brit obeyed.

"Come in," she heard Kari say from the other side. Taking a deep breath, Brit reached down, turned the doorknob, and pushed open the door.

Kari was sitting on her bed with one of her textbooks open. She glanced up, then grinned. "Brit!" she exclaimed with delight. "I love your new outfit!" she giggled.

Crystal stepped into the doorway. "I won a bet," she explained. "So now Brit's my slave. And my pet. Isn't she so cute and cuddly?" she asked, wrapping her arms playfully around Brit's neck.

"Oh, she's adorable!" Kari squealed, jumping off her bed and dashing over to throw her arms around Brit, who now found herself squeezed between two sex-crazed girls.

"Can I play with her too?" Kari asked Crystal. "I want to so badly. I want to pet her and scratch her and snuggle with her."

"Sure," she replied. "I like to share my things. I'm nothing if not generous, right slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Brit replied.

"And you've got her trained so well," Kari said. "I'll bet she'll do everything you say."

"Of course she will, won't you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You know," said Kari, "I just had a thought. Even the most obedient pets sometimes get into trouble."

"What do you mean?" asked Crystal.

"I mean, I think we should take extra precautions with such a big and smart pet like this."

"What kinds of precautions?"