She loves it

Only two days later and I’m sitting in my dorm room with Sandy. Mistress is out in town doing some shopping. She said it was for her truck and that it would bore us, so we should study instead. So I am dutifully trying to do just that while Sandy reaches beneath my skirt to thoughtfully tap my chastity belt.

“… it can’t be that bad, right? You just play up the needy sex maniac bit to turn on Vanessa, right?” While she brought it up without preamble in this conversation, Sandy was clearly trying to figure out what her relationship with Mistress and I was supposed to look like. Was she the ‘true girlfriend’ and me the sexy maid, or was she the side piece to the girl who had been dating Mistress longer. And of course, would Mistress prefer her if she acted a bit more like me? I knew Sandy had nothing to worry about, but I also knew there was nothing I could say to ease her irrational concerns. Besides, this gave me an idea.

“Do you want to try it out?”

“I thought you couldn’t take it off? Isn’t that the whole point?”

“I know where a key is stashed in case of bathroom emergencies while Mistress is away, but that’s not what I meant.” I open up my underwear drawer, and pull out my spare chastity belt. What else would I wear when one needs cleaning?

Sandy looks surprisingly shy and embarrassed. I feel… I think I feel what Mistress must feel when she bullies me into something. I know it’s mean, but…

“I’m not sure that’s really my thing. Besides, I wouldn’t want to seem like I’m trying to replace you.”

“I’m sure Mistress can handle both of us just fine. Besides, I’m just saying you could try it on. You can take it off right after.” I can’t help but beam with happiness. Little does she know it’s because I’m finally going to get her back for all her crimes against me!

Reassured by my smile, she reaches out and takes the belt. “Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt.” Yes, my evil plan is working! “But, how do I remove the butt plug attachment? Is there a switch or…” damn, she’s observant.

“… um that one doesn’t come off. At least, I’ve never seen it without it on there.” Who says I haven’t matured since coming to college, I’m lying like a pro. Sure, I can’t stop smiling at my own naughtiness, but Sandy probably thinks I’m just excited to show off my toys.

“Hmm. I don’t know if I feel like having anything in my ass today.” Nooooo, my **** plan.

“But… um. It’ll only be for a moment. And besides, you said you were curious what it was like for me wearing it. This is how I wear it.” That last part was technically true, but my current plug was smaller specifically because the one I held up to her was too big for me.

“Aright, I’ll try it on.” Yes! Yes! Yes! I can’t help but smile even brighter and squeal a little.

Sandy takes them from me. She slides her panties off, and then begins pulling up the belt. She stops as the plug tip touches her ass, but she manages to slowly pull it up and in.

“Let me help you adjust it to fit right.” I, the dutiful and caring maid help Sandy by reaching out and tightening the belt so it fits nice and snug and… click.

I quickly step back and clap my hands rapidly in front of my face while giggling maniacally and doing little hops of joy.

Sandy looks at me confused, and then she looks down. “You little bitch! Where’s the key.”

“It’s the same lock as mine. Mistress has it. You’ll have to wait till she gets back to ask her to remove it.”

“The emergency key you talked about before. Where. Is. It.” Crap, I shouldn’t have told her that.

“Um… it’s for emergencies only…” I am significantly less confident that this was a good idea. Sandy seems really mad at me.

“This is an emergency. You cannot lock people up against their will.” Shit, she’s right. My **** crossed a line. But… crap. Mistress is going to be so mad.

“I… don’t actually know where it is.”

“You said you did.”

“Mistress told me to hide it so only I knew where it was. For control purposes… but I never used it…”

“And you forgot where you hid it.” Sandy was so smart. And forgiving… right?

The worst part about this was that it was taking place in my dorm. Which meant we had access to all Mistress’s toys. A few minutes later I found myself laying face down on my own bed with my wrists cuffed behind me and a red ball gag in my mouth. Sandy sat naked, except for the chastity belt, on my back facing my butt that hung over the side of the bed. She was repeatedly spanking me to make my ass red, and I had shamefully already orgasmed from the **** without any vibes to help me along.

And that is what Mistress sees when she returns. “Well, it seems my girlfriends are having all the fun without me.”

“Violet locked me in her chastity belt, and is being punished. She’s loving it, so I’m thinking of continuing for… a few hours maybe.” She playfully swats my sore behind, making me gasp through my gag.

“Well, since you are already wearing the belt, would you like to try the full experience?” Mistress pulls out some cloths and passes them to Sandy. She then pulls her off of me and begins uncuffing me. Thank you Mistress.

Sandy looks shyly at the cloths in her hand, obviously having figured out what they were without having to unfold them. The black and white gave it away. “I’m not sure…”

Mistress cut her off, “Just try it. It’ll be fun.” It kind of sounded like an order. I could see Sandy was conflicted. Mistress pushes me to her. “Keep the gag in and help her change.”

Obediently I begin to help Sandy with her new clothes. First I get on my knees to help pull up the white stockings, and then slip on a pair of 3 inch heels. Going up, I slide a petticoat around her waist. The next piece is a black dress with a very mini skirt. We work together to slip it over her head, and then I pat down the skirt portion to make it conform to the petticoat. The dress has poofy short sleeves with white lace around the edges of both the sleeves and the low cut neck line. I then help her slip on little white gloves, and tie the black and white frilly maid headpiece to her hair. As the final touch, I tie the tiny mini apron around her waist.

I stand back to admire my work. I wasn’t used to seeing another maid, but I have to admit Sandy looks amazing. I was a little jealous. My maid outfit was partly cobbled together from goth pieces I already owned. It worked fine but it was obvious my skirt wasn’t meant to be a maids skirt. My shirt was better but lacked the white frills that made Sandy’s just scream ‘maid’.

While I’m contemplating this, Mistress throws more cloths at me… I love my Mistress so much.

A few minutes later my Mistress has us lined up together as she closely inspects us. While our outfits are nearly identical, we still looked very different. My thick goth makeup, natural pale skin, short stature and smaller tits make me look more like a doll. The gag still in my mouth makes it clear what kind of doll.

Sandy in contrast has the light golden skin of someone who actually likes the sun, and her long blonde hair, large breasts and more conventional makeup with ruby red lips and thick mascara make her look ready to star in a very dirty film. Although in fairness the skirts were just long enough that this was technically allowed in public. I could get away with it socially because my goth looks and smaller frame made the whole thing… somehow less sexual, minus the gag of course. Without anything to distract from the sexy French maid look, it was hard to claim it was anything but fetish wear when Sandy wore it.

Mistress comes closer and pulls us both into her arms. She leans down and kisses Sandy, and I have a bit of deja vu. I want kisses too! I moan needfully into my gag.

Mistress breaks off the kiss to look at me. “You’re a good little maid ****, but you still need to reflect on your actions.” Sandy chuckles at my plight.

“You should take my belt off and make her watch us fuck. That should teach her to not play tricks.” My pussy… well it doesn’t actually moisten as that would imply it wasn’t already soaked.

Mistress looks back to Sandy and makes her look into her eyes. “I love you Sandy, but you can’t bully Violet anymore. And besides, you did ask what it was like to wear it. Also, I like my girls… submissive. Can you be submissive for me?” Suddenly my vibrator kicks to life, and based on her arched back so has Sandy’s. Of course, Sandy is made of tougher stuff than me and won’t take this lying down. If I weren’t gagged I’d already be begging her to…

“Please make me your submissive maid **** Mistress!” Yeah, something like that. The need I see in Sandy’s eyes, I didn’t know she could feel that way. I thought I might get jealous if Sandy started to encroach on my subservient position, but if anything seeing Mistress turn even someone as confident and strong as I knew Sandy to be into a mewling bitch begging to be enslaved… made me love them both so much more.

“Go get some mini vibes,” Mistress commands me with a soft slap to my still sensitive ass. I comply with a moan. I quickly grab as many as my hands can carry from her desk and return to her side. She slowly begins to take them from me, one by one turning them on and then slipping them in Sandy’s clothes. First two in her right bra, then two in the left. And then I feel the vibes in my chastity belt go to higher in power. Sandy’s soft voice tells me hers have done the same. I realize at the same time Mistress does that I’ve brought too many vibes.

Mistress’s smile tells me that she knows what to do with the extra, and even knowing what she plans I hold still, continuing to hold out the vibes until she decides to take action. She gingerly picks them up and proceeds to copy her actions with me, although with three vibes on each of my breasts since she didn’t want to make me put any back.

Next Mistress firmly presses Sandy down to her knees, and then undoes her pants to confidently lay her cock across Sandy’s face.

“You know Sandy, I don’t actually remember Violet’s real name. She told me once, but I thought Violet sounded better. I really enjoy naming my things… how do you feel about that?”

Panting heavily as Mistress’s cock covers one of her eyes, Sandy speaks up in a wavering voice, “Please Mistress, give this slutty maid a new name. One that fits her new life.” Oh damn that was hot. I was definitely stealing that way of talking to Mistress as soon as my gag was gone. Mistress seemed to also like it, as she reaches down to stroke San… her new unnamed ****’s cheek.

“From now on, your name is Valery. And Valery is going to be a good submissive maid from now on, and get along with her sister-****, isn’t she.”

“Yes Mistress! Thank you Mistress! Valery will be a good maid for Mistress, and get along well with Violet.” Definitely ditching the first person pronouns. Violet is only Violet from now on!

“Good ****, now please me.” Mistress pulls her cock back to align it with Sa… Valery’s open and eager mouth. She slips just inside her mouth, stopping Valery from taking her deeper when she tries. Confused by Mistress not letting her have more, she nonetheless eagerly licks and sucks around the head, doing her best to please with the access she’s been given.

I can’t help but whine with need watching through my gag. Valery looks gorgeous with Mistress’s cock in her mouth, and the vibes teasing my nipples, ass, and pussy keep me constantly on edge. Mistress releases Valery’s head, who instantly takes more cock into her mouth, in order to pull me closer and remove my gag.

“Violet, go get me the box in my bag. I have a very important question for you.” Endlessly aroused, I couldn’t even consider what question she could possibly mean. I quickly fetched for her a white cardboard box, large enough to fit one of our college text books inside. While I still hold the mysterious box, Mistress pulls me closer to remove my collar. I fume slightly. I still remember when I naively thought she gave that to me as a sign of our budding friendship. I can’t express how happy I am to have been wrong on that.

Mistress rubs my cheek softly and looks me in the eyes. “Violet. I’ve been with a lot of people. I think many of them were curious when they found out about my… exoticism. So I’ve gotten used to them leaving. But part of me always wanted to tie them down and make them stay. But I could never actually do that. Until I met you. So I want to ask you, not just as a kink or fun role playing.” She opens the box and pulls out a new extra thick collar. Its black leather has a soft cloth liner, and attached in front over the throat section is an engraved metal plate. Below it is a heart shaped metal padlock that secures it in place. I’ve barely been touched, but reading the engraving weakens my knees too much and I fall to them, looking up at my Mistress. It has ‘Violet’ written boldly, and under that in smaller letters, ‘Vanessa’s Eternal ****’. “Violet, will you be my **** forever?”

It’s too much, I come immediately. But Mistress asked me a question. Breathlessly trying to compose my shaking body, I manage to whimper out, “Yes, please I, I… Violet wants to be Mistress’s **** forever and ever.” Mistress wastes no time fulfilling my deepest desire. No more wondering if I’m good enough. No more worry about what I should do. I smile blissfully at Mistress as she locks my collar in place… and literally throws away the key. Still on edge, I cum again at the sight. Smiling happily at her conquest, Mistress turns to Valery. She is crying tears of joy as she continues to suck Mistress off, but I can tell she’s nervous. She maybe happy for me, but I’ve been insecure more than long enough to know the fear of being abandoned. Especially so soon after you are made to feel untouchable. I love Mistress, but I hope she didn’t give Valery a new name just to break her heart.

“Valery. I’ve pissed off a lot of girls. Some boys too. You were the only one to ever give me a second chance. Even when you didn’t want to date me, you still wanted to help me. And I’ve realized I do want your help. But I need to have it on my terms. So Valery,” Mistress once more reaches into the box, and pulls out what looks to be an identical collar to mine. “Will you be my **** forever?”

Valery’s eyes are streaming tears, mascara running down her face. She keeps sucking on Mistress’s cock for several seconds, almost as though she forgot how to take it out of her mouth. Finally, she pulls back to clear her mouth and looks up to speak. “Valery swears she will be Mistress’s **** forever.”

Mistress collars Valery and similarly throws away the key. I can see now that engraved on her collar is ‘Valery’ with ‘Vanessa’s **** Forever’ underneath. She too was over come with emotions and Mistress chose then, smiling down dominantly above her property, to turn the vibes to max power and make our whole worlds disappear to just four points. Each other, pleasure, and our Mistress.