Hazel wakes up

Hazel opened her eyes. Where was she? What was going on? She blinked a few times and looked around. She was lying on her bed in her dorm room. Hadn't she been somewhere else? She couldn't remember what she'd been doing before this. It was dark out, but only just. Had she really been taking a nap at 8pm? Slowly she sat up, letting the blanket fall as she did. As it pooled around her waist she felt a cool breeze on her nipples and looked down. She was topless? That was a little strange. She pulled the blanket all the way off and realized she wasn't just topless, she was nude. She didn't normally sleep naked, had she been so tired she couldn't even finish changing?

Slowly she slid her legs off her bed and stood up. She walked over to her dresser and opened it and took out a pair of panties. She went to step into them...and couldn't. It was the strangest thing. She knew how to put on panties. How could she forget? But she just could not do it. The same thing happened when she tried to put on a bra, or pants, or a shirt, dress, anything. She couldn't put on anything. She was stuck like this, totally nude.

Her phone rang. She walked over to her desk and picked it up. She tried to say hello but her voice just didn't seem to work. It was just like with the clothes. She knew how to talk, but just couldn't do it.

"Hello pet," The voice on the other side said. The voice was familiar and yet Hazel couldn't put a name to it. In fact she couldn't even say if it was a man or a woman speaking. The only thought that kept flashing in her mind was 'Master'. "A bit chilly are you? Don't worry, I won't leave you out in the cold. Look under your bed."

Hazel put the phone on speaker and knelt down. She saw a small box and pulled it out. Inside she found a pair of stilettoes, a scrap of latex, a dog collar, and a small plastic thing. She tried to ask what it was, but no words came out.

"Put the vibrator inside, and hold it in place with the panties. I think you can figure out what to do with the shoes and the collar." The voice said.

Vibrator? Hazel held it up. Oh. OOH. It was smaller than she'd imagined. She was used to using her fingers and not something fancy like this. She hesitated though. Something told her she was supposed to obey this voice and yet...

"Pet..." The voice said, "You haven't done it yet have you? That's quite alright. I don't mind if you decided to be a nudist after all. However if you'd like to earn some clothes, I suggest you obey."

Hazel gulped. She stood up and slowly slid the vibrator inside, then quickly pulled up the latex panties. It felt foreign, alien ever. She'd never worn anything like these panties, they fit her like a second skin. Then she stepped into the stilettoes, towering 5 inch heels she could barely walk in. Finally the collar. She hesitated again. No further encouragement from the voice. The silence ticked on as she waited and waited. Finally she put it around her neck and closed it. There was a small padlock in the box and without a word from the voice she clipped it on, locking the collar to her neck.

"Now then, if you've obeyed my instructions, meow for me."

Hazel was confused. Meow? She couldn't speak how could she..."Meow?" Hazel said tentatively. It worked. She couldn't say anything else but somehow her brain could make that work. "Meow meow meow." She said again.

"Good, that's enough little pussy. Now let's test your new toy..." After a few seconds Hazel felt the vibrator purr to life. She felt her nipples stiffen and her knees weaken immediately. She moaned softly.

"Sounds like it's working. Now I promised you could earn some clothes, and I keep my promises," The voice said, "You have three options.

"One. Make it to the Occult Research Clubroom. There you will find some of your friends playing a rousing game of poker. They might be startled by your appearance, but surely they would lend you some clothes which you will have permission to wear.

"Two. There's a permanent marker on your desk. Take it and go around and ask men to rate your tits from 1 to 10 by writing their score on your chest. Don't worry, you have permission to talk to them for that reason, explaining exactly why you need their help. Once you have a total of 100 on your chest you are permitted to wear any one additional item of clothing, but you may not wash their marks off.

"Three. Come find me. If you truly wish to submit you'll know who I am, but fair warning. I might never let you go."

Before Hazel could wrap her mind around the options the voice hung up and the phone went dead. Then she fell back down onto her bed as the vibrator roared to full power. She gulped. She had no good options. What was she going to do?