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Kate’s Interesting Week

By Trom

Part 1 – Kate’s Humiliation

My name is Kate Crichton, I was a high school Junior in a typical, boring Midwestern suburb, and I lived in a decent neighborhood alone with my parents, since my brother went away to college the year before. I'd been busted a few times by the cops for minor alcohol related issues, and because of this, my parents didn’t trust me alone in the house. This caused what would become the most interesting week of my life.

My dad always had a business conference in Las Vegas this time of year. In years past he would take the whole family for a weeklong vacation. However that year, my school work kept me from going, not that I was a very studious person or anything. All year I had been looking forward to having my parents out of the house all year, I had been planning for the eventual party for a very long time. All that came to a screeching halt the day before my parents were to leave when they called me down from my room "just to talk"; this was never good in my family.

Due to my recent minor in possession bust, my parents said, they could not in good faith trust me to be in the house by myself. At this point all the possible alternatives had rushed through my mind: staying at my smelly grandparent’s house or living in my perverted brother's dorm room, but what they told me they decided to do shocked me. They told me that they hired a babysitter! They told me they had found someone that would be ok with the ‘unique’ situation they were putting me in. I felt that I couldn’t have been more humiliated, me, a 16 year old girl, needing a babysitter. That feeling of humiliation only deepened however when they told me who they hired: Becky Williams, a stuck up bitch of a girl the same age and grade as me, who I have clashed with since elementary school.

I tried pleading with my parents to no avail, but they kept assuring me that it would be a good experience for me, and that if I was a ‘good girl’ they would be able to trust me again with the house, and allow me to start getting me my driver’s license They knew that hiring someone of the same age would be hard for me, so they told me of their solution: for the duration of Becky’s reign over me, I would considered to me of the status of an 11 year old, though if I misbehaved that number could be lowered. I was noticeably shocked, they had actually found yet another way to make this the most humiliating week of my life, the forthcoming week would be terrible, a week with a peer, stripped of everything: privileges, friends, and even my age.   That night I couldn’t sleep. I spent the whole night worrying about how humiliating this whole week would be, under the command of someone not even older than I was, plus it was someone who I knew would enjoy humiliating me further, and abuse her position of power. I spent a good portion of the remaining night masturbating with my rabbit in a fruitless attempt to relieve stress, it usually worked to make my problems disappear, though tonight it seemed to magnify them.

Becky arrived at my house the next morning in her brand new Mazda Miata she got for her birthday, something I resented since my dad refused to even let my get my learners permit. She rang the doorbell, my dad let her in. I knew she was there; I stayed in my room, not wanting to acknowledge her arrival, and thus accept my subordinate status to my rival. My mom yelled at me to come down, since Ms. Williams was here, not Becky, the girl from school, but Ms. Williams, my babysitter. I slowly made my way downstairs, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

They sat me down on the couch to explain the rules to me. I was grounded until my parents returned, which meant the only person I would see for a week was Becky. I was told that I was expected to follow all of Ms. William's, again not Becky’s, instructions, all week, even if they seemed strange or especially  If I didn't like them, after all, they told me, they were doing this to "straighten me out". If I refused to do anything she told me to do, I was to be punished severely, both by Ms. Williams and my parents when they returned. Ms. Williams was authorized to do whatever she wanted to do to me, assuming it didn’t permanently scar me. My parents were talking down to me in that condescending tone of voice like they did when I was much younger, I started blushing at my severe humiliation to be treated like a little girl, I mumbled an agreement, as Becky stared at me from across the room with anticipation. My parents told us to have a great week, and were out the door.

Becky stared at me from across the room for what seemed like hours before I spoke: "So uh, what’s up Becky?" Not speaking she crossed the room towards me and without a word gave me an open handed slap across my face. "My name is Ms. Williams." she said coolly. She then reached into her purse and pulled out? piece of paper, which turned out to be a set of her own rules, that must have been prepared far in advance

The rules were as follows:

1) Ms. Williams will be referred to as Ms. Williams, Ma'm or Mistress, calling her by her first name is grounds for immediate punishment.

2) Being referred to by your given name is a privilege you have not yet earned. In the meantime you may choose one of the following: Slut, Cunt, Whore, or Bitch.

3) You may not eat, sleep, use the restroom, or talk without my permission.

4) You will clean the entire house daily, by a method of my choosing.

5) In my eyes, you are a naughty little girl, and naughty little girls don't deserve pubic hair, I expect you to shave it immediately. Makeup, other cosmetics, and ‘big girl’ clothes are also banned.

6) Your uniform must always be worn. Your hair is to be worn in pigtails; alternatively I could accept a crew cut.

7) You are 11 years old, accept this. Any infraction could result to a demotion of status (that means you could end up as my little doggie, as I think I may have to demote you past toddler if you didn’t know you dumb little girl)

As I finished reading the list I looked up and saw Becky, or should I say Ms. Williams holding out bag to me. "Take this to the bathroom and obey the rules.? she said coldly. I reached out and grabbed her bag, my head still reeling from all that was happening

At this point, I refused to accept my new submissive role, but I had to play her game for a little while, I really wanted a car.? I went to the bathroom and opened her bag and found a razor, a bunch of clothes that are obviously intended for much younger girls with a tag on them marked "Uniform", as well as a shock collar and a leash and several cans of dog food marked "just in case :)", I shuddered at the thought of being forced to be her pet. I started the shower, and lathered up my pussy and legs with shaving cream, and slowly ran the razor across my nether regions, careful not to nick them. After I finished I examined my uniform: The entire outfit was branded by that no talent Hannah Montana. I Squeezed on the training bra over my B cup breasts along with a t shirt several sizes too small, also in the bag was a mini skirt, which if it was considered mini by children’s standards it was microscopic on me, barely covering up my newly bare pussy. To my horror there were no Hannah Montana panties, I would be flashing anyone around me if I made the slightest   quick motion. I sighed and looked in the mirror, with these clothes, hair in pigtails and my slight freckles, I really did look, and worse yet, felt like a little girl. I stepped out of the bathroom.

Ms. Williams was apparently pleased with how I had followed her orders; she told me my new make was Cunt, since I had forgotten to choose a name from the list. I sighed to myself: I was Cunt Crichton, little girl, and virtual slave to my babysitter, who I happened to have history with.

She thrust a broom into my hands. "Get cleaning Cunt!? she said. To which I replied, "Yes Ms. Williams." As I swept Ms. Williams was watching me, half watching my exposed pussy, and half criticizing my cleaning job. I knew from school that Becky that as what I had called her then, was into girls. I had thought about it a few times, but I really liked my boyfriend, so having her stare at my naked slit bothered me, and made me wonder what she would make me do.

I felt a feeling of dread as she told me to put up the broom she had given me and retrieve a much smaller broom, one that had a handle of about a foot. When I replaced the long broom deep in the back of our walk in closet I had a stroke of genius, this closet had a heavy door with a strong lock, and since at one time it was to serve as our panic room, but it had since been converted into a closet, and the lock mechanism had been turned around. If I could just lure here inside, it would make all this stop! I still needed to play her game so not to alarm her. So grinning slightly I brought her the smaller broom. That grin disappeared when I learned what she intended to do with that broom.

With the broom in hand, she tells me that we are going to have some fun. I wince as I hear her behind me with a bottle of lube. "Since you do such a miserable job at sweeping with your hands..." her voice trailed off as she lifted my skirt and bent me over, and centered the broom stick? on my asshole"...I will just have to see it this is better for you." I winced in pain as the wooden, barely lubricated, handle is forced into my ass; I stifled a scream and the urge to force it out. As I resume my standing position the feeling of fullness in my rear made me want to go to the bathroom, I looked like I had a small bushy tail where my butt should be. I was then instructed to continue sweeping, warned not to let the broom fall out. I assumed a sort of crab walk position, swinging my ass to move the broom, all the while Ms. Williams watches, taking pictures and laughing at the girl from her school reduced to this, whatever this was.

I apparently did a good enough job with my broom tail that Ms. Williams had enough of this , and she roughly pulled the broom out of me, involuntarily I let out a loud fart from the air escaping, making my face turn a deep red. While I was nursing my sore asshole, I realized I had missed my chance to lock up the closet, meaning I had to deal with her night time activities, whatever they were.

That night, I was summoned up stairs, and was told to use the bathroom; however I wasn’t allowed to close the door, so there was Ms. Williams, watching me piss. After I was finished I was told to follow her into my room, telling me that it was time for bed. I thought I was in for a nice restful sleep in my comfortable bed, at least a few hours of escape from this humiliating torment at the hands of Ms. Williams, but I was wrong.  She stripped off my bedding to the bare mattress and told me to strip naked, I complied, without being told twice I laid down on my back on my one comfortable bed as Ms. Williams proceeded to bind me spread eagle to the bedposts. She proceeded to reach up into her skirt and remove her panties before she mounted my face and forced me to lick her pussy, it looked to me like she had never trimmed that area so I had to almost search for her pussy. After she was satisfied, my face covered in her juices, she dismounted me and used her used panties to sop up her juices and shoved them into my mouth and secured them with duct tape. I squirmed and tried to scream but the ropes were already cutting into my arms and legs. With me bound and gagged on my bed I was helpless to stop Ms. Williams from doing anything to stop her from retrieving a belt from my dad’s closet and whipping my breasts with them. The pain was unbearable, I wanted to scream but my panty filled mouth could not make a noise, tears welled up in my eyes. When Ms. Williams was finished she left without a word to sleep in the comfort of my parent’s bed.

I was awakened to ice cold water thrown on to me by Ms. Williams, my breasts and ass still sore from the last day. Ms. Williams had apparently during the night, confiscated all my panties, and while doing so, had discovered my rabbit vibrator. I heard Ms. Williams turn it on, the loud buzzing meant it was turned to full; she then turned to me and approached my defenseless pussy. She began fucking me with my own toy. It was never intended to be used on full, ever, with every deep thrust she made the rabbit ear clit tickler almost burned my clit off, my most sensitive spot was being over stimulated, tears welled up in my eyes, I tried to scream, my hips bucking, doing their best to repel the invader. Soon it was too much for me, I had needed to pee all night, and I lost bladder control and pissed my bed. This caused the intruder to leave my vagina as the warm puddle grew around me, soaking my mattress. Ms. Williams derided me, telling me that maybe assuming I could pull of 11 year old status was a mistake. She informed me that I now held the status of toddler.

After releasing me from my bed, without allowing me to rinse off, she forced me onto all fours. Ms. Williams threw my new uniform at me, a single adult diaper, no top; her reasoning was that a toddler wouldn’t have anything to cover up anyway. As a toddler she informed me, I would be denied bathroom use, solid foods, and all movement would be done either by crawling or on my knees. Eager to cover up my shame, I put on the diaper, my pussy still stinging from the intruder that used to bring me pleasure. I became increasingly conscious of my naked upper body, still wet from the mix of sweat and urine that Ms. Williams has just subjected me to.

Ms. Williams informed me that it was time to begin my cleaning task of the day, this time it was in the kitchen. I crawled downstairs behind Ms. Williams; I watched her go inside the target closet to retrieve cleaning supplies. It looked like I was to mop the floors, but there was no mop. My answer came in the form of a bra. More specifically it was a bra that had sponges instead of cups. Ms. Williams fitted the already cold and wet bra to me, which made my nipples harden. I was instructed to clean the floors, without the aid of my hands. I looked at the murky mop water in the bucket beside me with disgust, though I would be able to get some of my own piss off of me. I awkwardly dipped my breasts into the dirty water, and arched my back as I lowered them to the floor. My hips rocked back and forth as I scrubbed the floors, making several trips back and forth to the bucket, I was finally finished, my body covered by the dirty water. Ms. Williams evidently had enough as well, she put the camera down and told me to stay put as she gathered the cleaning supplies, she entered the closet with an armload of cleaning supplies and entered deep into the closet. I saw my chance, I leapt up out of my submissive crawling position and raced for the closet door, with Ms. Williams none the wiser, dumbly stacking the supplies with her back turned, I , close the door and slide the heavy deadbolt into place. I had done it. I had stopped the humiliation, now there were only two things left to do: Convince her not to tell my parents, and get revenge

Part 2 – Kate’s Revenge

Becky ran to the door, she tried the door, after finding it indeed locked she threw herself at the door itself in a blind rage, but the sturdy door held, not even budging as the teenage girl flung herself at it. I stood by the door, still in my toddler ensemble, listening to the thuds with a look of satisfaction on my face. She eventually realized that her efforts were futile; Becky wasn’t all that dumb after all, and then changed tactics. She tried to use fear at first, she explained to me that if I did not open the door at once, that once she got out of this seemingly temporary prison she would make the previous couple of days seem like a vacation.

I have to admit I was indeed tempted to give in to her, I was confident I could pull this off, but part of me was terrified of the prospect of failure, and the punishment that would come. I assessed the situation however; she was behind a very heavy wooden door, in a closet that held no obvious lock picking tools. Long story short, she was trapped in there until I decided to let her out. Reason triumphed over fear in this case, although my ass was still throbbing from the broom incident from a few days ago.

My real problem however was to somehow find a way to convince Becky to not tell my parents, and harder yet, extract my revenge on her. With Becky locked away in the closet for now, still spewing threats at me, I was free to look through her things in the hope of finding some dirt. I went to my parent’s room, where the pretentious bitch had decided to stay; her suitcase was in the corner of the room. I dumped its contents. There were the normal clothes: bras, panties of various styles, and assorted conservative tops and bottoms. Among them were more items that were obviously intended to further my humiliation. Among them were a pack of adult diapers, a large strap-on, and a medium size butt plug with what looked like a dog’s tail going out the back of it. If my current mission was a success I would be using these on Becky, my pussy got damp just at the thought of using these on her.  However, none of these would work to convince her to submit to me.

I headed to the kitchen, where Becky had left her designer purse that was still quite large, I dumped it out, nothing out of the ordinary, a wallet, car keys, tampons, and makeup. I was about to walk away when I inspected the bag again. It has a false bottom! Inside were several documents some looking official, and a pregnancy test, that had the pink plus sign of a positive reading! It seemed like this Bi bitch had gotten herself knocked up, gotten an abortion and I bet no one knew about it, not even her parents. If this got out, Becky’s life would be ruined, she would lose all her friends, and her ultra Christian parents would likely disown her. I had what I needed, now to present it to Becky.

When I approached the closet I caught the end of one of Becky’s tirades, she evidently had abandoned the fear campaign and had instead offered to forget about the whole thing and go home. She had been in there for a few hours now, and had not had breakfast. Apparently both hunger and the biting cold of the A/C I cranked down for her were taking its toll on her. Good I thought, this should be easy then. I then spoke up, and told her that she would have no such luck for the remainder of the week. She seemed taken aback, and asked me what the hell I was talking about. I told her I was just looking around her purse and had found the dirty slut’s pregnancy test, which also seemed to be failing English according to the other papers. She was speechless for awhile, then told me to let her out and we could talk it over. I had a better idea. I told her that I would not tell anyone her secret, but it came with a price. She would be my property for the remainder of the week, and at the end of the week she would take her pay from my parents, tell them how I was such a good girl, and leave like nothing happened. At first she refused, I’m sure the irony of the situation was burning at her; she was supposed to be in charge, not me. She tried to bribe me, I knew she was from a wealthy family and could pay me a nice sum, but I was after the larger prize. I retrieved her cell phone from a nearby table and scrolled her phone book to the entry marked ?Mom?. I told her that unless she agreed to my terms I would start calling everyone in her phone book, starting with her mom and tell her Becky’s secret. I let her mull it over, and finally, she said ?Alright, you win.?

I was elated beyond my wildest dreams but didn’t show it, my pussy however was dripping with anticipation for events to come. Before I tended to Becky’s indoctrination, I had to get the hell out of my humiliating ?uniform? I  went to my room, walked pass the damp, bare mattress I was forced to be bound to and changed into clothes that were more comfortable to me: a jean miniskirt, and a black camisole, no panties however, they  wouldn’t  be necessary. Now that I looked and felt like a young woman my own age I was ready to begin with Becky. I knocked on the door and instructed her to strip naked and stuff her clothes under the door, which she did. I also told her to be on her knees with her hands behind her head. With the modified shock collar from her duffel bag in hand, I opened the door.

When I opened the door, there was Becky, in the position I ordered her to be in with her head down, and looked to be on the verge of crying. With her in this position I fastened the collar around her neck, securing it with a luggage lock, there were two alligator clip leads coming off from the collar, I attached one to her right nipple and the other to the hood of her clit. I found the control unit in her pants pocket; it was a fairly expensive model, shock levels from 1 through 10 and options that allow me to choose where the shock is received. Judging by where I had hooked up the leads, it should be able to cause my Becky slut some serious pain. I flipped her collar on, I could hear the capacitors whine as they charged, and I set it to level 3 and pressed the command for it to activate all the leads. This caused Becky to shriek in pain, I left it on for 10 seconds and Becky was writhing on the floor rubbing her now tender areas. ?You are not under my control for five minutes and you already can’t help but play with yourself, stupid slut.? I goaded her. ?I-it really hurts Kate!? I gave her a quick kick to the gut. ?You will speak when spoken to you dirty whore, and I will make you pay dearly if you ever call me Kate again!? ?Is this clear?!? Becky nodded.

I looked at Becky’s pussy; I saw a thick bush growing there. ?You don’t deserve pubic hair, march to the bathroom right now and shave it off this instant!? I barked at her. I gave her a quick level 1 jolt to get her moving. She ran to the bathroom, it seemed like her collar was a very effective tool. I decided to supervise her progress. I watched as she sat on the toilet seat and worked her pussy up in a lather with shaving cream. As she shaved, I used her camera to take pictures of her, after deleting the pictures of me of course. After she finished I told her to bring her newly bald slut slit over to me for inspection. She did an adequate job; I then told her that her duties as my slave would start now. I took her place on the toilet seat, spread my legs and ordered her to lick my pussy, holding up the collar remote to ensure her compliance. She took her place on her knees in front of my pussy, like a good slut.

With little hesitation Becky drove her face between my legs, easing her tongue deep in to my womanhood. I made sure to take pictures of her in this state. She alternated from flicking her tongue around my clit to plunging it deep inside me. For someone who I know has eaten pussy before, and whose sole purpose at this time was to bring me pleasure, my slut did not do a very good job. By the time she thought she had finished, my pussy looked like a German shepherd had slobbered all over it and I was no closer to coming than when I started. I think it’s time to find a new assignment for my slut. I pushed Becky off of me, looking at my slobbered on pussy with disgust, I ordered Becky to clean it up, informing her that I was displeased with her performance. I had to punish her for her failure.  I told Becky to get on all fours, I retrieved a large wooden hairbrush from the sink and proceeded to savagely spank her ass until it was deep red in color, at the same time I would randomly trigger her collar at various levels, the punishment left her sobbing on all fours on my bathroom floor. ?Is there anything you would like to say to your mistress slut?? I asked. ?Y-yes, I’m sorry I was unable to make you cum mistress, I deserved the punishment.? ?What good is a slut that can’t please her mistress?? I asked rhetorically. ?I think we need to find a new job for you.? I told her about how my pussy looked like a dog had licked me, and then I had an epiphany. ?I’m demoting you slut, you are now my pet dog.? A look of horror overtook Becky’s face. I knew that this was her ultimate plan for me under her control, so the humiliation of having it done to her must have been stinging her pretty hard.

I began telling her the rules of her new status: all water was to be consumed from a toilet bowl, wet dog food was all she could eat, bathrooms were off limits for relieving herself (that’s what the front yard was for), she would sleep chained outside, and would have a daily walk outside. I could see it in Becky’s eyes that she hated this new development, but she also knew that I had her in the palm of my hand, she knew I owned her.

I looked Becky over, she was still on all fours, but she didn’t quite look the part of a dog to me. I went over to my parent’s room and retrieved the tail butt plug from Becky’s suitcase and a roll of duct tape from the closet. I returned to the bathroom to see Becky still obediently on all fours. I told her to get on her back, which she does. With the duct tape I securely bound Becky’s lower legs to her things, making her knees her new ‘paws’, I also forced her hands into fists and with the tape, converted her hands in to ‘paws’.  As the finishing touch for my new pet I picked up the butt plug off the floor, spit on the end and centered it on her asshole and without warning forced it in her tight hole. Becky let out a loud scream as the latex intruder made it deeper and deeper into her ass until it made it to the end and her asshole clamped tightly around the base. I remarked to her how it would have to be pulled out and shoved back in every time she took a shit on the front yard. She cringed at the thought.  With the added humiliation of having a tail, she knew she could not conceivably get up or function like a person again until I decided to cut her loose, which wouldn’t be soon.

I clipped a short leash to Becky’s collar, as it was time for her walk around the block, I had to laugh as her first steps on her new limbs caused her to lose balance and fall on her face. I made sure to record every moment with her camera, I give her a shock every time she falls as a way to motivate her not to do it again. She finally gets the hang of walking in her new form; I led her with several sharp tugs to her collar towards the front door. Lead her outside down the driveway, and past her Miata, still clean from one of my past humiliations. This would be a short walk, luckily I lived in a secluded area with little traffic, the only people visible were roughly my age. Becky’s face was beet red from the humiliation of it all as we passed a street hockey game that turned into a raving mass of teenage boys, pointing and laughing at the naked girl tied and being led by a leash, a cacophony of cell phone cameras was heard and each boy captured images of Becky’s naked breasts and bare cunt, with only the tail coming out of her ass to hide her shame. At this point I started leading Becky back towards the house, but stopped short on my neighbor’s yard, with her ass towards the hockey group I ordered her to relieve herself. She knew her place, I had to give her that, she didn’t talk back to me, but she did let out a whine.  I couldn’t handle her hesitation to obey me. With one hand I held her in place; with the other I spanked her, not on the ass but on her already swollen pussy. I gave her pussy several hard swats, Becky let out a yelp with each one, to the amusement of the boys who at this point had abandoned all hope of ever finishing their game. I again commanded her to piss, she then proceeded to squat, just like the bitch she was and she pissed, out in the open. After she finished I led her back inside. It was getting dark by then so I had to put my plans on hold by now, and let her have her dinner, of toilet water and Alpo, which she gagged down in front of my camera lens.

After she was finished eating her dinner I told her it was time for her ?dessert?.  I led her to the living room where I sat down on the couch, pussy exposed, I motioned for her to make me cum. ?Who knows?, I told her, ?maybe if you are not so horrible this time you might get to make use of your legs.? She crawled over to my chair and shoved her face in between my awaiting legs. I had to hand it to her, she was better this time. I wasn’t sure if there was a definite improvement or that I was already pretty aroused humiliating Becky all day, but she made me cum, I squirted a little on to her face. She was better this time, my pussy wasn’t covered in her slime, but I was not ready yet to let Becky stop being my dog slut. I only had one more day before my parents returned and I would be forced to relinquish my newfound power, I would have to make it last.

I looked my slut over, she had a blank expression on her face, though I sure tears weren’t that far away, The alligator clips that connected her sensitive areas to her collar had turned her nipple a shade of purple, and her pussy was swollen and red from both the electric shocks and her earlier spanking, and oddly enough it was wet, the bitch was liking this. What a slut. I decided to put her to bed for the night, she would need her rest for what I had planned for tomorrow.

I led her outside into the backyard, dragged her to a stake in the middle of the yard and clipped a one foot chain to her collar so she couldn’t move very much. I didn’t want her to cry out all night so I decided to gag her, in her own fashion, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of my panties, it was at the bottom of my clothes hamper, I had worn them when I played volleyball with my friends last week so they were very sweaty. I walked over to Becky and grabbed her face and forced her mouth open and stuffed my panties in it, she made a sour face, and I shocked it off of her. I secured her mouth closed with my roll of duct tape. I also blindfolded her. I survey my work, I was pleased, after taking a few more pictures I head back inside to the comforts of my parent’s bed, leaving Becky out, naked, in the cold. I awoke rested; I showered, dressed, and had breakfast before I went outside to retrieve Becky. The lazy bitch was still sleeping. I fixed that with a level 10 shock directly to her cunt.

She jumped up, dazed and bewildered, still gagged and blindfolded. Without saying a word I gripped her by the tail and yanked the plug out of her ass. I then unhooked her from the stake, and removed the blindfold and gag. I told her to hurry up and take a shit. She scampered off next to a tree, squatted and took a dump on the yard, in front of the camera of course. I led her inside and set her meal by the toilet, which she wolfed down. With that out of the way it was time for the fun. I went to Becky’s suitcase and retrieved the strap on dildo she had meant to use on me.  I returned downstairs, removed my skirt and strapped the 8 inch purple phallus to my crotch, I then walked over to Becky, and informed her that every one of her hole was about to be ripped to shreds. Her look of terror amused me. It was time to start; I was in a good mood this morning so I decided to start off easy, and start on her pussy first, doggy style of course. I set up her camera on a tripod, set to snap pictures when motion was detected, I’m sure people would want to see this.

I got on my knees behind my slut and centered the tip of my dildo on her pussy lips, without any indication of my starting I rammed it inside of her full force with a grunt, Becky let out a scream. Becky did not have an overly tight pussy, but the diameter of the dildo exceeded that of her pussy, with every thrust I made, there was definite stretching going on. I did not go slow either, I banged the inside wall of her pussy with every stroke, the bitch would be definitely feeling this one for the next few days. I did the same thing to her asshole, it slipped in a little easier this time due to the dildo being coated in her juices, but I was able to get the full length of the dildo inside of her. She was in pain, she obviously had never done anything anally, and there was definite stretching, but thankfully no tearing, I didn’t want to explain this to a doctor. When I was finished back there, both her pussy and asshole were huge, red, gaping swollen holes. Her face was contorted from the pain and tears were streaming down her cheeks as I went in front of her to fuck her face. To my surprise, she went for it without me shoving it in her mouth. I guess she correctly assumed that by finally acting like the slut she was and giving my dildo a blow job, would spare her throat from the same devastation her ass and pussy experienced, I let her fellate my dildo on her own terms.

I was running out of time, my parents called soon after I grew tired of fucking her, they told me they would return in a few hours (I had told them that Becky was in the bathroom at the time) I took Becky out for her daily walk to relieve herself, as we walked there were the same crowd of boys, this time with real cameras to record the event, and Becky did not have her tail to help conceal her now gaping holes. Becky pissed on the lawn and we went back inside. Now with her final act of humiliation as my pet finished, I now had to return her to being my babysitter, at least in appearance, I still had my leverage against her after all.

I smelled Becky, she smelled horrible, though it was not very surprising seeing how I had made her live the past few days, I enjoyed this but I needed to be able to convince my parents that Becky was in charge the whole week, I ordered her into the shower. Once under the shower head I made the water s cold was possible as I washed her down and toweled her off. Now I had to return her to human status without getting attacked. I walked over to her, least still and hand and ordered her to put her hands behind her back, when she did, I zip tied her hands together. I did the same with her feet. I cut the duct tape preventing her from attaining human posture. I retrieved her clothes from the pile near the closet door, cut the zip tie on her feet and dressed her in her jeans; her underclothes would be my trophy however. I rebound her feet and repeated the process with her hands, she was now dressed, bathed, and now bound. I dragged her back into the closet that started this. I told her she would stay in there until my parents arrived. She would act like nothing had happened, and tell my parents how well behaved I was. I asked if she understood, and Becky nodded. I unlocked and removed her collar and reached down her pants to unclasp the leads. She was now basically ready for my parent's return. Now I had to get myself ready.

As much as I hated it, I had to look like I was in compliance with Becky's rules. I grudgingly put the Hannah Montana uniform back on; I felt a draft as the cold air in my room went up my extremely short skirt. I even put on the collar, batteries removed of course, for good measure. Now dressed for the part I took the many pictures I had taken of Becky during my reign and uploaded them to a online storage site, to be made public, along with all the other dirt I had on Becky, should she attempt to double cross me. Without a moment to spare I heard my parent's car pull into the driveway, I ran down downstairs and released Becky from her bonds and told her to sit on the couch, and fulfill her part of the bargain. She agreed, I could see a smirk as she realized I was wearing her uniform and collar, I decided to let it go. The front door opened and my parents announced their arrival.

We both greeted them, my parents were pleased that I had followed my babysitter’s rules and what must have been the greatest performance of the century, Becky had told my parents how much of a great week we had, and how well behaved I had been. My parents gave Becky her check and told me to help her with her bags. As we neared her Miata I whispered to her, ?I still own you, you know that right?? ?With just a few keystrokes and phone calls I can ruin your whole life and expose the word to your depravity.? The look of terror on her face was priceless; she could barely get off a sentence. ?I-I know that?, she said. ?Good?, I said, ?I look forward to seeing you at school.?With that, the badly shaken Becky drove off. I went inside to my glowing parents, pleased with my 'great' performance this week, I went upstairs got the hell out of that damned uniform, and slept. Besides, tomorrow is another day. It had indeed been a very interesting week.