Heather's first master

Heather recognized the voice. It was Mandy Forde, a former high school classmate of hers. Mandy was the female bully of the high school. A baskeball and lacrosse player, the 5'11 Mandy was very strong and intimidating. She was known for her hard fouls on the basketball court and her raucus locker room antics during PE class. She loved giving the smaller girls, which meant nearly everyone, swirlies in the toilets or stealing their bras. No girl would dare turn Mandy in out of fear of retribution from Mandy or her friends who were just as tough as she was.
After Mandy was verified as the first winner, she walked up to Heather. "You're mine today, sweetie!" she said in a false, sickening sweet voice. "Come with me."
Heather followed Mandy to the student parking lot and got in Mandy's SUV. They drove to Mandy's off-campus apartment.
"You know I just knew I'd get you soon, so I made preperations yesterday," said Mandy.
Heather just sat in the passenger seat and cried.
Mandy's apartment was a mess. The coffee table was covered in beer bottles and soda cans, the carpet looked like it had never been vaccuumed, and the kitchen was full of pizza boxes, fast food bags and more cans and bottles.
Mandy took off the handcuffs, and Heather rubbed her chafed wrists while staring at her hands.
"Strip, while I get your cleaning supplies. You're going to be my maid, and I have a special outfit made for you."
"Great, some silly slutty French maid outfit I bet," thought Heather as she stripped, but she turned out to be way off.
Mandy returned with a large paper bag. The first item she pulled out was an O-ring gag, which she tied around Heather's head. Then she put a belt on Heather that had two fasteners on the side. She then put bracelets on Heather and fastened them to the belt, so Heather's hands could not be moved more than a couple of inches from her waist. The next item horrified Heather: it was a modified butt-plug that had a feather duster attached to it. Heather's eyes grew wide.
"I had my boyfriend make this," said Mandy as she rammed it into Heather's tight asshole.
Heather winced and started crying again.
Mandy then taped Heather's knees together with duct-tape.
The last item was a toilet brush, whose handle had been sawed in half. Mandy stuck the shortened handle into the O-ring. The brush was only three inches from Mandy's mouth.
"Now, I'm going shopping. I want the living room, kitchen and bathroom spotless, that includes the toilet. When I get back, that duster and toilet brush better be where I just put them, or you're in for serious trouble. Do a good job, and this will be your only job, but first..." Mandy grabbed a digital camera and snapped several photos of Heather from the front and side. She then took the camera and headed for the door. "Not sure what time my roommate will be home, but she knows about you. Ta ta!" Mandy left.
A dejected Heather slowly got to work. She cleared off the coffee table which was hard because she had to keep bending so her hand could reach the trash. Walking was a nightmare with her knees taped together and the butt-plug pinching her.
She finally finished the living room and kitchen. It took ninety minutes, and headed for the bathroom. It was a horror.
The toilet had a black line of mildew in in, the floor was coated in a mixture of baby-powder, hair - which included some pubic hairs, grime, dust, and mildew. Heather decided to get the worst over with so she managed to kneel in front of the toilet. She stuck her head in and started scrubbing, but when her lips touched the water, she gagged and pulled back, the brush fell out and landed on the grimy floor. "Oh, shit!" she thought, "how am i going to get that back in my mouth?!"
Just then she heard the front door open.