1.

I wasn't satisfied yet but he had already finished. I cleaned up the sticky substance with a napkin while he left. I stayed inside Paige's car for a while thinking about what had just happened. We were supposed to take a couple of drinks and dance. A girls night. But when we arrived to the pub and I saw all those guys, I couldn't control myself. Less than an hour later I was already in Paige's car with a stranger.

-Are you done?- Paige asked through the closed window. I was lost in my thoughts so I didn't see her approaching.

-Yes, let me find my underwear...

-Come on..., we both know that you don't need any underwear, you slut.

-Please, don't call me that.

-Why not? It's totally appropiate.

I found my g-string, put it on, and got out of the car.

-I'm not a slut, I just... I was horny and... Shut up!

-You are behaving like a slut, therefor...

-The guy was hot and... It's my body, shut up.

-Ok, ok... So what? Can we go home or you're still horny?

-Yes, I'm still... No!

I was still horny but I didn't want to admit that Paige was right. I wasn't like this a few months ago. I was the romantic type not the hook-up-with-strangers-in-a-pub type. But the last months and specially the last weeks, for some reason I was horny all the time. I had to masturbate every day at least twice, because if I didn't do it I couldn't concentrate on anything.

I didn't know the reason to that change. I searched on the internet and, apparently, the reason could be a hormonal malfunction. So, I went to a doctor and... nothing. Everything was fine, except the traditional anemia which I had since I was a child a that never had had that effect.

Paige insisted on the cause being the incident with her boyfriend, Warren. According to her, that experience had opened a mental gate and had unleashed my true self. My inner slut, in her words.

Whatever was the reason, the consequences were clear, I was always horny. So I began to go to clubs and to take the pill, which would possibly repair whatever hormonal malfunction that might be there, undetected and ruining my self-steem.

-Don't worry, I'm with you.- She hugged me tightly.- Slut or not, you are my friend and I love you.- That was, perhaps, the worst part. My lifelong friend was hugging me and through my mind were wandering some very disturbing ideas.

Paige knocked at my bedroom's door.

-You have to take your medicine... Again!?- We lived together at a small apartment, there was no room for privacy or secrets. Besides, the walls were very thin.- Three times today, you slut, and is not midday yet.

-I'm sorry, Paige. I cannot help it.- I was masturbating again. Whatever had happened in my brain or in my body, was pretty exhausting..., though had its benefits.

-You have to control yourself, slut. What if the neighbours could hear you?

-I'm sorry, Paige! I don't know what's happening.

-Don't worry, slut, we will find a solution. But, first, let's take care of your anemia.

-Liza, I'm Liza, not slut. Please, stop calling me that.

She smiled and sat next to me on my bed. In her hand she carried the siringe with the medicine for my anemia. One shot each day, two if I was going to do something that demanded a great effort. When I was a child, mom helped me with that, as is not easy to find my own veins without some help. Paige and I studied literature at the same college and lived together, so she was my mom's substitute for the nursing tasks. Once finished, she gave me a peck surprisingly close to my lips and smiled again.

-Don't be offended, my beautiful horny slut. I'm on your side, you know that.

During the next weeks the situation got worse. I was nervous all the time. Sexually explicit images kept crossing through my mind, even involving women and I had never been bi. I had great problems concentrating on my studies. It was hellish and, at the same time..., it wasn't so hellish, but certainly was very uncomfortable. At some point, visits to the faculty's bathroom between classes became regular. From time to time we used to go to pubs looking for a hard penis. I could say that I was looking for a boyfriend but that wouldn't be true. I just wanted anonymous sex.

-Better, you horny slut?- Paige, as usual, was waiting for me next to the bathroom's door.

-A little better, yes.

-We cannot continue like this. Someone is going to find you and we both are going to be in trouble.

-Yes, I know. But I don't know what to do.

I didn't like the idea, but Paige was sure. The panties were made in a very resistant and thin latex-like material. They had a hard plastic concave piece embedded inside the fabric at the crotch area, with a couple of small holes at the middle for the pee. They had also an aperture for the ass. We bought a couple af them.

For wearing them was necessary a slim belt in the same material passing through several orifices at waist height and buckled at the front. Once cinched, Paige put a padlock through one of the belt's holes. She was going to keep the key, so whenever I wanted to touch myself I needed her permission, which was the point. The panties were so tight that I could feel the plastic piece touching my nether lips.

-Can you stick a finger, slut?

-No, I cannot.

-So, you know the rules. You can masturbate once each day, and only a cock per week max. Can a horny slut like you survive only with that.

-Please, don't call me that. It's not funny anymore. And, yes, I can.

-I surely doubt that.

It had been only a night with the panties on and it was being really difficult. I tried to touch myself repeatedly but it was impossible. I went to Paige's bedroom to ask her for mercy.

-Paige, please, can you open...?- She was masturbating, the bitch, while I suffered. She was listening to music with her earphones so she hadn't heard me.

-What are you...?- She opened her eyes and got startled when she saw me.

-Paige, please, I...

-Come.- She opened her sheets indicating me to get in. We had slept together a few times in the previous years, so it wasn't strange. I laid down and she hugged me putting a leg on top of one of mine. She kissed me on the cheek.- I know it's hard, but you have to be strong. We are going to overcome this together. Understood?

-Yes, but...

-We have classes tomorrow, my beautiful horny slut. Sleep tight.- She pressed her forehead against my cheek. A few minutes later I could feel her hand rubbing on her crotch area, inside her short pyjama pants.

Paige opened the padlock so I could shower. That night I had had pretty disturbing dreams involving sex with with my lifelong friend. The situation was untenable. It was totally ilogical. I had never been like this.

Due to the anemia I couldn't participate in activities involving physical effort. As a child I couldn't play with other kids as much as I wanted, so I've never had a lot of friends. At some point I didn't care about making friends anymore, as I already had Paige and a couple more. Enough for me.

I didn't consider myself pretty. Neither was I ugly, I guess, because no one had told me so. Due to my condition I had always been pale, what made me look like if I was perpetually ill. On the other hand my anemia prevented me from eating a lot, so I have always been slim.

At some point, in highschool guys began to be interested in me. It was strange because I didn't considered myself attractive. A guy told me that the pale skin, the freckles on my face, the small breasts and the slim body, gave me a look of innocence and that was sexy for him. For him, and for many others I was, perhaps, like a flower, innocent and fragile.

Paige, who was more experienced with men, did the translation.

-You look like a child who needs a daddy to take care of her. And, well..., like a virgin.

At that time I was a teenager, so I was literally a virgin. But the point wasn't that. The point was that, even with more than twenty, I still looked like a teenager and a virgin. So I wasn't sexy, but I still was attractive for a certain type of men.

That day, though, masturbating in the shower, I felt more like a nympho.

-Are you ok?- Paige seemed wooried.

-What? What are you doing here? I'm in the shower.

-You were screaming.

-What? Really?

-Yes.

-Oh, shit, I was...- Totally embarrased.

-Masturbating, I know.

After drying myself, Paige helped me again with the medicines and with the panties.

-You need them. Don't you think?

-Yes.- She hugged me and I realized that I was totally nude, except fot the panties, while she still weared her pyjama.- I'm naked.

-I've seen you naked many times, slut.

-Yes, but...

-You are hot.

-What!?- What!?- You are lesbian now?

-No, I mean, your skin is literally hot. And your heart is beating.

-Yes, it's always like this. It's crazy.


2.

-He's a friend. He's cute. You are going to like him.

-Are you sure? Can we trust him?

-I'm sure.

I couldn't trust my feelings, that was a fact. I was so horny that I was desperate for a penis. Any penis. I didn't care about "who", I just cared about "when" and "when" was "right now". Paige was very worried about my well-being, so she made a proposal. She would find men, and then arrange a date. The final decision, though, would be mine. She would be my go-between.

At that point I neither wanted nor needed to pretend. I wasn't looking for friends, boyfriends, or long relationships. I wanted to go directly to the point. I didn't need a restaurant. I didn't need to watch a movie. I didn't need to take a walk, talk about the future, feelings, tastes, whatever, whatever. So the guy, whose name I didn't care, was coming to our apartment. He already knew for what purpose.

-Are you going to dress like this?

-Why?- I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Normal clothes for a normal day, because it was a friday and I had had classes at the morning.- What's wrong?

-He has to be also in the mood, you know?

-Should I dress sexier?

Paige knew the guy's tastes better than I, so I let her give me some advises. We chose a short pleated skirt and a t-shirt with a big heart drawn in the middle that showed my navel. We added white cotton underwear, a pink headband and low heeled shoes. I was looking at my reflection on the mirror and I was feeling ridiculous.

-Do you like it?

-I look like a teenager.

-No.- She hugged me from behind.- You look like a sexy teenager.

-But...

She put his face beside mine and caressed my cheek with hers. With her left hand caressed my tummy circling my navel with her finger. With her other hand caressed my ass cheek first, and my inner thigh later.

Over the last weeks I had been discovering more and more erogenous zones along my body. In fact, it was like if all my body was a erogenous zone. Her right hand had continued its advance and was already caressing my mound. She kissed my neck several times and left her face there, so the air coming out of her nose was igniting my flames even more.

-All this hair has to go.

-What...?- My voice sounded like a moan. Without me noticing her right hand had entered my panties and was toying with my hair.

-The hair has to go. And I want your pearl studs here.- She whispered after nibbling my earlobe. Her left hand was cupping my left breast.

-Yes...- I moaned again. My brain turned off for a moment.

-What are you doing!?- She put her hand on my mouth.

-What?

-You have kissed me.

-Really?

-Yeah.- She smiled.

The situation musted be funny for her, indeed. I wasn't in the mood for jokes, though. I wanted to kiss her. I had been thinking on that for weeks. I wanted kisses, and much more. But I didn't know how to tell her. At least she didn't seem offended by the kiss.

I shaved myself as Paige had said. Clearly this dude wanted to fuck a teenager. Ok, then. I wanted a hard penis inside me, so a little performance was acceptable.

-What are you going to do?

-Why?- Paige still had a half smile on the corner of her lips.- Do you want a threesome?

-No!- I wasn't so sure about that "no". She was joking, so I should do the same.- Funny. You're so funny...- I tried to smile convincingly.

-I don't know what am I going to do. I will go somewhere and do something.

-So...- The incident with the kiss made me realize something. Paige was single but that could change at any time. She was pretty and fit. She never had had any problem making out with men.- What about you? What are you going to do with your..., love live?

-Why? Do you want to fuck also my next boyfriend, slut?

-That's not fair! I didn't...

-Yes, I know, I know...- She interrupted me.- I don't know... I'm fine right now. Besides, you might be jealous, don't you?- She was joking again.

-Very funny...

Paige's friend was about to come, and I was a bit nervous. She hugged me so tightly that her breasts were pressing against mine. Then she grabbed my ass cheeks with her hands and kissed me just below my ear, which I liked a lot and she knew.

-Have fun my beautiful horny slut.- She was whispering again and driving me mad with desire.- Once he's gone, take a shower, put on your latex panties and come to my bed.

-Your...- I was moaning and panting again.- Bed?

-Yes, I'm going to want details.

The guy arrived a few minutes late. For some reason I was very nervous, like if it was my first man, which wasn't. Three weeks had passed since the night at the pub and I had even less control over my feelings. So, maybe, I was nervous because I was afraid of losing control and making something stupid. Maybe, I was nervous because my best friend wasn't there protecting me from myself.

-Hello..., Liza? I'm Ted.

-Yes..., yes. Come.- He sat on the couch.- Do you want something to drink...?

-No, thanks. Errrr, should we go to the bedroom?

-Are you in a hurry?- The guy clearly wasn't interested in chatting.

-No..., no, I'm not. It's just that your friend, Paige, said that you are shy and that I should take the initiative.

-Oh.- So my friend was still there. Knowing this I calmed down a bit.- Ok, let's begin, then.

I took him to my bedroom and sat on my bed. He sat on the other side and a awkward silence filled the room. I couldn't really understand myself that day. I was with a stranger, in my bedroom, dressed like a slutty teenager and behaving like a prude virgin. It was the moment to make a choice. Did I want to fuck? Yes. Was the guy cute? Yes. Did he like me? Apparently yes. So what was the problem? None, there wasn't any problem.

I sat beside him, looked him in the eyes, cupped his chin and caressed his lips. Then I took his hand and guided it to my crotch so he could touch me there and notice that I was already wet. He couldn't know that I had been wet all the day..., and the previous one..., and probably all the week. He got his hand into my panties and rubbed my lips.

-So...- I purred with my sexiest voice.- What are we waiting for?

He rubbed a bit more and the rational part of my brain left me for going somewhere else. The rest of the scene is quite blurry. I remember him taking of my panties, while I helped him with his trousers. A bit later I was lying down with him on top of me and inside me, while I was trying to take off my t-shirt. A blinking later I was on my side and he was behind me and inside me, cupping my breasts, both of us totally naked. Another blinking later and I was on top riding him like a horse and moaning so loudly that I scared myself and probably also the neighbors. I didn't even try to count the orgasms, besides, a lady doesn't talk about that.

-So..., do you need a shower?- Once the fire was under control, we were lying down on the bed in silence.

-I think I'm leaving now. I will shower at my place. Would you want to..., you know..., again?

-Well, I will talk with Paige. She has your phone number.

-Ok.- He smilled, I could tell that he wanted another appointment. Surely, I did want.

For the first time in weeks I didn't need to masturbate in the shower for being satisfied. Also for the first time I didn't hesitate when I put on the latex panties. I had had enough. I got in Paige's bed and fell asleep quickly.

When I woke up the next morning, what I saw surprised me a lot. I hadn't realized that I wasn't wearing anything besides the latex panties. But that wasn't the most shocking. Paige was also dressed only with some cotton panties and was hugging me tightly with her forehead touching my right cheek and her right leg between mine, her thigh pressing on my crotch. Additionally my right arm was surrounding her back and my right leg's thigh was also pressing on her crotch. I was alone when I fell asleep so our weird romantic hug was her decision.

I wanted to pee, but I didn't want to wake her up because, well..., our weird romantic hug was amazing. She was a bit prettier than me, a bit taller than me, and her breasts were a bit bigger. She began dating boys before me, so she had always been my counselor. Mainly because she had had before all the dramas I might ever had had. When I had sex for the first time she knew what to do. When I broke up with my first boyfriend she also knew what to do. And when my parents discovered one of my joints for the first time she also knew what to do. I had always thought that she would get married before, but after what happened with Warren...

She woke up, and rubbed her arm against my side and her thigh against my crotch, sending shivers through my spine. Her hand reached my left breast and cupped it. She kissed my weak spot, on my neck just below my ear.

-Did you have fun last night, slut?

-It was amazing.- I moaned. My heart was begining another race and my lungs couldn't keep its pace. She caressed my nipple with her thumb.

-So, am I a good go-between?

-Yes!- I moaned louder when she kissed my weak spot again.

-Do you want to meet some other of my friends?- She kept rubing her thigh against my crotch. It was shielded but I still could feel everything.

-Yes!- I moaned again. She kept caressing my breast and rubbing my crotch.

-Good.


3.

During the next weeks I met some more of Paige's friends. Not all of them were strictly handsome. Not all of them were as direct as Ted was. And not all of them had the same endurance. But I didn't care, I just wanted a hard penis inside me.

I could repeat with the same guys, but it was somehow uncomfortable, I didn't know exactly why. We needed to meet new people.

She had an idea. We could create an account in a dating website. I totally agreed on that, as I just wanted sex and anonymous sex is better, because there are usually no serious consequences, regarding feelings. Though, Paige insisted on a slight makeover.

-In the internet you can be whoever you want.

-But I'm fine like this.

-You are a very beautiful slut. But we can do it better.

It wasn't a bad idea, indeed. If I could be a bit more appealing and, as a consequence, to have more candidates among those to choose, so be it. We went to a mall to buy the required equipment. Again, Paige would be on the driver's seat. The reason was pretty obvious. If I was being to seduce others their stylistic tastes did matter more than mine, and she had a better knowledge and bigger expertise regarding men's interests.

The first stop was a clothing store for young women and teenagers... Sure, why not? We bought some short skirts and jeans, tight t-shirts, horrible patent leather shoes and, of course, a couple of schoolgirl outfits with shirt, pleated skirt, cardigan and even a tie. I was deeply embarrased. The clerk seemed to know what were we up to.

Paige kept telling me that I was very sexy but I felt very ridiculous. Besides, the skirts were very short for an actual schoolgirl uniform. They seemed more appropriate for a shitty porn movie about thirty years old schoolgirls pretending to be..., twenty five? But she was the expert and, as I've said before, at that time part of my attention was very focused on my crotch. Whenever my friend got in the changing room while I was still half dressed or varely dressed or even totally undressed something between my legs reacted. She insisted on helping me dress and undress and each time she saw fit to rearrange my latex panties or my bra, and also caress me here and squeeze me there.

-Stop teasing me!- I yelled once my hormones reached a boiling point. She took off my short tight t-shirt with a trademark female cat saying hello, took off my bra, hugged my from behing and cupped my breasts.

-No!- She whispered in my ear and kissed me in my nape. Whatever capability for rational thought was still remaining in my head disappeared. I was about to orgasm and I was in love with my straight lifelong friend.

She paid for everything. I should have asked why, but didn't. She had been working the previous summer and I guessed, she still had some money. We bought stuff to each other very often. It wasn't more rare than sleeping together almost naked.

The next step was a hairdresser. I sat on the chair and let Paige make the choice. She sat beside me and put his hand in my inner thigh, very accesible due to my new short denim skirt with colored embroided stars. As my attention was focused on the intruder hand I didn't care about the large chunks of black hair falling all around me. When I finally saw the result a couple of tears arised from my eyes.

-You don't like pixie style?- She hugged me again.

-It's very short.

-It's perfect for you. Do you know why?

-No, why?

-Because allows to see one of your best features.- She gently slided her finger along my neck and kissed me a couple of times.

-My neck is one of my best features?- My delicate, slender, long...? Ok, point taken.

-Mmm, mmm.- She kissed me a couple of times more, taking me again to the edge and driving me nuts. My hands moved to my crotch but Paige pulled them apart quickly.- We are not at home, do you remember, my beautiful insatiable slut?

She paid again. I tried to be still, quiet and as invisible as possible, because I didn't want to attract more atention. My deep red cheeks, though, were pretty remarkable. The next stop was a tattoo parlor.

-Paige, I'm not sure about this.

-Don't worry, is going to be small. It will be useful for your character.

-Yeah, but...

-Trust me, you're going to like it.

I sat on the chair while Paige was talking with the tattooist. After a short conversation he sat next to me and drew something on the right side of my neck just below my earlobe. All the time Paige's hand was on my inner thigh with her index finger tapping on the plastic shield over my vaginal lips from time to time.

About half an hour later he finished and lent me a small mirror. It was a life-size butterfly with a pretty complex patern on its wings. The top of its left wing was partly behind my earlobe. It was beautiful, indeed, and certainly helped with the character. I smiled and nodded, so the tattoist took the mirror to the backstore.

The tattoo on my weak spot plus Paige's bold hand had made me feel very horny again. I was trying not to pant loudly but I was probably failing.

-Do you want to fuck him?- Yep, clearly failing.

-Errrr..., yes.- Actually, I wanted to fuck her but that was unlikely.

-So do it. I will buy something more and then will go to that burger over there. Come once you're finished. Here.- She gave me the money.- Don't forget to mention a discount, my beautiful slutty butterfly.- She opened the padlock of my latex panties, and gave me a peck on my cheek.

I was in love with her. At that point I had no doubt. I couldn't tell her, though. After what happened with Warren and the aftermath I had to be very careful. It also was pretty disturbing. She was a friend, I had never seen her this way. Besides I couldn't really trust in my own criteria. No, it was better to be quiet, for a time, at least.

I did as I had been practising. I interlaced my hands, pressed on my breasts with my upper arms and bent my back forward like a..., ehem, teenager.

-I have and idea, sir.- Calling my sex partners "sir", was Paige's idea. This way they might have an illusion of control. For being honest I had already been about to lose control several times while fucking, but fortunately it didn't happened or they didn't notice. To lose control meant to let them break certain limits, like, perhaps, to be rude or to stay more time than agreed. Except for that, the illusion of control was just that.

The tattooist accepted a discount equal to the 100% of the price. Apparently, I was pretty convincing. The backstore wasn't comfortable but there were some sheets and cushions so we arranged something acceptable. He asked for my phone number but I refused. I didn't want anything serious, not with him, nor with the others. Also, if I wan't to meet him again I already knew where.

I cleaned myself and went to the burger. Paige had already ordered for both of us.

-I have chicken. Do you want to change?

-No, veal is fine. Have you bought something?

-Yes, look.- She showed me a small four digit combination padlock. She reached under my skirt and locked my panties.

-Hey! So, which is the combination?

-Ha, ha, very funny, slut.- She talked a bit louder than the necessary and the people around heard us. I wanted to end that fucking trip as soon as possible.

After lunch we came back home.

-Ok, first of all, I'm going to put some moisturizing cream on that beautiful neck of yours, and then we can begin with the photos.

-The photos?

-For your profile in the dating website. You are going to be the most beautiful slut online.

-I surely doubt that.- At that point it was pretty clear that I was a slut. In the very rare moments in which I was rational, I could analyze my behavior those months and that was the logical conclusion. Being addicted to masturbation, and fucking strangers, in a few cases without even talking with them first, slut was the appropriate word. So I didn't care about Paige calling me that. It was the truth.

-Ok, undress.

I was wondering why did I need to be naked, because the tattoo was on my neck. But I was already used to showing her my body. We slept together very often and very undressed because summer was about to come. Also her hands on my neck felt so fucking good that I didn't care about anything at all. I wanted her hands touching me and whenever I was naked she used to touch me a lot and in many places. She told me several times that she liked to caress me because I was smooth and pretty. Why the fuck should I argue?

After fucking the tattooist I had been relaxed for a few hours. But Paige's hands on my neck and, from time to time, on my breasts for no particular reason, made my heart win another race against my sanity. I was about to have a hard time modelling for a camera so a bunch of strangers could see me disguised as a slutty teenager. The massage, though, made me forget about my shame and made me focus on my crotch.

I had already had sex that day, so the panties would be closed until next morning. The evening and the night were going to be tough.

-Don't forget to show your butterfly because is going to be your nickname.

-How much time have you been planning all this?

-All my life.- She joked. Was she joking? Yeah, she musted be joking.

So the point of all day's activities was to prepare the online profile which would be helpful for meeting guys who wanted to fuck a teenager legally. In those pictures I weared the outfits we had bought that day, plus the ones I had already used. I had to behave like a slutty teenager is supposed to behave in those situations, like, perhaps, showing an innocent smile, legs partially open, write something in a very pink diary with a very pink pen, pretend to be ashamed when my shoulder is in sight, and, yeah, a small pink backpack.

After the photoshoot, we uploaded the pics and wrote a false biography on the profile. That day was Paige's turn for cooking dinner, but I preferred to do it myself, because I desperately needed to distract my attention from by crotch to something else. Yet my hand reached there from time to time.

During dinner, Paige's t-shirt was so sheer that my eyes moved constantly from her face to her chest, which made me realize that I was only wearing the latex panties. I was already accustomed to being naked around the house. Therefor I couldn't consider myself a shy person anymore. I had changed. I didn't know exactly when but surely I knew why. That realization worried me a little, because what had happened the last months wasn't planned and I didn't feel capable of predicting the consequences. I had lost control over my feelings and my life, and yet, I didn't feel scared or stressed. I had changed and I didn't care.

-Do you want to check the website?- Asked Paige.

-No, we will do it tomorrow.

-What are you thinking about, slut?

-I... How much may a person change in a couple of months?

-Depends on the motivation and the context, I guess.

-...Why a butterfly?- The drawing was going to be in my neck for a lot of years. I should know why.

-Because you have left your cocoon, don't you?


4.

-Look, I don't have any problem with this. But..., it's not my thing, ok? A guy told me to sit on his lap and lectured me for something he had invented, and said that I was a naughty girl. Another guy made me eat a lollipop.

-So what? It's just a bit of performance, slut.

-A lollipop!

-Ok, I see your point.

We talked with the guys through the website and set a date for a first meeting. Paige went there, always a public place, like a pub or a park, and met them. If the guy was too disagreeable, or too antipathetic, or had any other serious inconvenient, the business ended right then.

At first, I had an appointment biweekly, more or less. After a while they began to come once a week. A particular week they were two. So, the website had been a good idea. The main problem was that I didn't like my character. It didn't have any particular issue, many people likes this and they are not harming anyone, I just felt ridiculous and unnatural. The part of being passive was fine, because, that's what I always had been. The worst part was faking ignorance and treating them like if they were teaching me some important lesson. I was an adult. I wanted adult conversations, or, at least, fucking silence. I didn't like to be called "baby" and to call them "daddy". One of them asked, if I knew what was that thing between his legs when he took off his trousers. What the fuck!? Of course I knew! I had to pretend that I didn't, though.

-Oh, daddy, what's that? It's so big...

-You said that, slut?- To Paige, all that was very funny.

-Yes, I fucking said that... I want another character.

-Ok, ok. I'll find something.

The vertical ring on my navel was bearable. The steel stud, with two small black spheres, in the middle of my togue, though, was a bit more challenging. The tattoo had been altered so the wings seemed old and broken. Like if the butterfly had had a very tough life.

The change of hairstyle was pretty easy. Paige daubed her hands in gel, slided them from my neck upwards and fixed everything with a comb. From pixie to hedgehog in a few minutes. I put on my new steel earrings with a pretty big S dangling below while she applied a black lipstick to my lips.

Next came the ornaments. On my neck she fastened tightly a thin black leather collar with a D ring at the front and spikes all around, and locked it with a small padlock. I padlocked on my wrists and ankles matching cuffs.

I put on a leather bra while Paige helped me with the black tight denim skirt long to midthighs. Completed the outfit a white sheer cut-off tank top, that highlighted the bra.

-Do you understand what you have to do?

-Yes. I'm some kind of wild..., thing, addicted to sex, who needs to be controlled.

-Yes.

-I have to call you "mistress" and you will call me "slut".

-Yes.

-Because of the character, not because you like it...

-Errrrr...- Her smile was quite suspicious.

-And you are going to keep the keys for the same reason.- Her smile grew.- Ok, then. Mistress, chain me, please.

The leash was a thin chain with a leather handler. She padlocked the chain to the other padlock on the back of my collar. Then she padlocked my wrist cuffs to the middle of the chain with another padlock. The handler hung beside my buttocks. The locksmith had had a profitable day thanks to us.

-I will be in the living room. Call me if there is any trouble, ok?- She took off the combination padlock and the panties so I was going to be commando. She hugged me tightly, caressed my buttocks getting her hands under my skirt and kissed my butterfly, which was her favourite spot for kissing me those last weeks.- You are very brave, slut.

Those last days an idea had been bouncing inside my head. If I was to going to be "wild" and "wild" in this context may mean "free", then, perhaps, I could be more free all the time, not just for a short time each week. So I finally did what I had been thinking about for a long time. I kissed Paige, not with a peck like the last time, but with a full kiss. I opened my mouth and devoured hers.

She was so surprised that she needed a few seconds for reacting. She turned her head breaking the kiss but didn't move. She didn't move!

-Wow, good performance, my beautiful and wild slutty butterfly.- Apparently she though that I was practicing my performance.- But be careful with your teeth, specially if your are sucking something soft. You know what I mean.

-Now I have to suck them?

-Whatever you need. You want a hard penis, right? It's not the first time. You sucked my boyfriend, don't you remember?

-No, I didn't.

-He said...

-He lied. I've told you, several times. He lied.

-Ok, slut, whatever...- Her hands were still on my buttocks, caressing and squeezing.

-I'm very horny, mistress.- I rested my head on her shoulder.

-I know, my beautiful slut, I know.

-Why the S on the earrings?- I haven't thought about that until then.

-Oh, it's for "slut".

-You must be joking.- What the fuck!? That was... What the fucking fuck!?

-Ok, it's for sincerity. Better?

-Yeah? Screw you, mistress.- I pronounced that last word in ironic tone. But the most surprising about the whole situation is that I wasn't mad at her. An unpleasant surprise? Yes..., and yet..., I didn't care. That's the point of friendship and love, I guess. It makes no fucking sense.

The guy came a few minutes later. I was supposed to be slutty and seductive but not too much, because I had to pretend not to be in control. I had to seem anxious, but, again, not too much, because I supposedly was serving my mistress and his newfound friends. We had been practicing sentences like, "please, fuck me", or "fuck me, sir". We also practiced my body language: open legs, arched back, open mouth, slow slinky movements... And of course, I had to pretend to be having very big orgasms.

The best part was that I didn't need to talk. In fact, as I was really horny and I was actually shy, the rest was surprisingly easy to perform. The part of pretending to be a owned slut, or a slave, or whatever, was also easy because I was actually doing what Paige had suggested. Saying that my mistress had ordered something, instead of saying that my friend had suggested something wasn't an issue.

-Fuck him, slut.- Said Paige faking a severe tone.

-Yes, mistress.- I humbly replied. I walked towards him swinging my hips. I pressed my body against his and surrounded his leg with mine so my crotch rubbed slightly against his.- Please, fuck me, sir.

I faked a moan with my mouth almost touching his ear. I noticed something growing very fast in his crotch. It really surprised me how easy had been. For the first time in my life I felt sexy. Ok, perhaps the appropriate word was "slutty", but at that moment I wasn't paying attention to semantics. I was paying attention to my feelings and I was feeling powerful. With the other character, the innocent flower, I felt dumb. With all that leather, metal and black I felt like a predator and that dude was my prey, even with my tied up hands.

I didn't need to pretend to have a very big orgasm, as I actually had several big orgasms. After the third he was already spent so I helped him with my mouth. Whatever objection I could have about sucking strangers didn't matter at that moment, because I was in character.

-Thank you for using me, sir.- I was supposed to say that for making them feel powerful. I don't kow if they bought the lie or even cared. Neither I don't know if I was truly in control, but it felt that way. I felt good. Period.

I was so tired that Paige had to help me undressing and getting in the shower after she had unchained me. When I finished cleaning myself dinner was already served. I sat down at the table before realizing that I was totally naked.

The tests were close and I was supposed to study that night but I needed some sleep. I would study in the morning. After dinner and some TV, I went to bed and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning I woke up with a big urge for touching myself, as usual. As usual, I reached down there still half asleep, and thus not remembering that the latex panties were blocking the access. That morning, though, I found something else. Instead of latex I found skin. I looked there and I saw Paige's leg between mine, and her thigh pressing against my vagina blocking the access. Then I realized that an arm was surrounding my tummy and a thumb was touching my breast a few centimeters from my nipple. I also realized that two hard nipples were pinching my back and hot air was intermittently hitting against my neck. My straight friend was hugging me real tight. And yet, the most surprising were those curly hairs touching my ass.

-Paige? Are you awake?- I moved slightly trying to awake her.

-Mmmm. What?- She babbled.

-Can you move your thigh?

-My what?- She was beginning to pronounce consonants.

-Your thigh, I need to masturbate.

-Is your turn to prepare breakfast, slut. You will masturbate later.

-Ok, but you are still hugging me.

I went to the kitchen and got busy. She came a few minutes later with a robe. I was naked again, of course. Why should I? No one had complained about my nudity. She crouched and helped me put on the latex panties.

-No, please, I want to...

She moved up the panties but, instead of fastening the buckle she inserted a hand behind me and the other one in front. With the front hand massaged my clit, while two fingers entered my vagina from behind and rubbed my g-spot.

-You were amazing yesterday, slut. I could hear you through the walls.- The logical part of my brain was drowning in confusion so the other part took control.- Hearing you made me feel so horny that I needed to masturbate.

-Really?- I was lost in a sea of mixed feelings and it was awesome.

-Thank you for being such a good slut.

-No!- I yelled when she suddenly stopped.- Keep going.

-Mmm..., no. Ask properly.

-Please?

-Nop.

-Please...- She had suggested that she had enjoyed my performance, so maybe...- Please, mistress?

-Ask properly.

-Please mistress, make me orgasm.

So that was the key to understand all that teasing, all those padlocks, and everything else. She liked control. Is amazing how easy is to create new memories when the most complex brain functions are off. I still remember that moment quite vividly. That mind blowing orgasm and that choice.


5.

The next day I tested my theory. I was face up on the bed. Paige's right arm was over my tummy and her right leg was between mine. I turned right to face her. I slided one arm below her head and hugged her tightly with the other. My bare breasts pressed against hers. I slided my right leg below her left and with my left leg I rubbed her vaginal lips covered by a thin layer of cotton.

-What are you doing?- She babbled still half asleep.

-Pleasuring my mistress, with your permission.- It was pretty clear that she liked to be called and treated this way.

-Stop.- Her word sounded like a sigh... or, perhaps, a weak moan.

With a surprissingly quick and strong movement she pushed me so I was again face up and she squatted over my right leg with her nether lips pressing against my thigh.

-Good morning, mistress.

She wouldn't let me move my leg. Instead, she began to rub herself. The initial confusion on her face was slowly turned into pleasure as the pace of her movements grew. After a while she denied with her head and stopped suddenly.

-Good morning, slut.

She opened the padlock, grabbed her robe and went to the kitchen. I didn't understand such a strange behavior. She didn't seem offended, at least. Maybe she just wasn't in the mood that morning. She had never been shy, so whatever the problem was, she would tell me sooner or later. I had something else in mind, though. The access to my own pleasure had been opened so I got busy.

-Are you ok, mistress?- Breakfast was already prepared when I finished my personal business.

-Why are you calling me that, Liza? There's no one here. You can abandon your character.

-Yes, mistress, but you like it, don't you? You like to control me. To tease me. Am I right?- She blushed.- Well, I liked your fingers inside me, so...

She didn't answer. The color on her face, the clumsy movements of her hands and the shakings of her legs showed discomfort. I had touched a sensitive topic. And yet she didn't seem to want to talk for some reason.

Those last weeks of the academic year were quite boring, compared to the previous months. I had a few appointments with guys but I was more focused on my studies so we ignored most of the messages. A couple more of them seemed very nice but I just didn't have the time.

One of them insisted on spanking me and even brought a paddle, but we didn't allow it. Another wanted to tie me to the bed spread eagled and we accepted, as the general idea was the same. Other brought ropes, and wanted me in a hogtie position. We allowed it because he was very careful and didn't hurt me.

Other brought a long leather whip. He only wanted it for showing. He wanted me to pretend to be scared and to beg for mercy. I didn't have any problem with that. In fact, after sex we talked a little and he was very nice.

I preferred all this to being a teenager because, even if I didn't like it very much, at least they treated me like an adult. In addition, they were very grateful and kind once the performance was over. One of them brought a quite expensive wine as a gift, and we shared it. A bunch of weirdos? Maybe, but I've seen worst. The best part was that whenever I said "stop" they had to stop immediately. Fortunately, it only happened once, when the rope guy tried to gag me.

Paige and I kept sleeping together but she was somehow colder. She still used to hug me and kiss me in my neck, cheeks and shoulder, but it felt different. She was more serious, sometimes even sad.

I also used to tease her. She liked it, I was sure. I could see her brief smiles and blushed cheeks. And still she used to push me away pretty quickly each time. She never complained, though. She was never angry or rough. She liked my caresses, she enjoyed whenever I called her "mistress", but kept pushing me away. I thought that, maybe, she just wanted to be in the driver's seat. I just kept waiting for an explanation whenever she was ready.

We had only two tests pending, and they weren't difficult, so we could relax for the first time in a month. She was already in the restaurant. I was late because I had gone to a shoe shop. I had bought a pair of black leather boots with medium heels. On top of them I locked my leather ankle cuffs. Due to the combination of the heels and the spikes I felt both sexy and dangerous.

I arrived to the restaurant and saw her. My leather bra was attracting a lot of stares because I was wearing the fishnet top Paige had bought me a couple of weeks ago. I approached her trying not to be noticed. Once I was near enough I grabbed her arms and nibbled her ear.

-Hello, mistress.- I said in my most sensual voice. Then I stuck my tongue into her ear canal. Before she could tell me to stop, what se used to do quite quickly, I left in front of her the keys to my cuffs and collar, on ankles, wrists and neck, and sat on my chair.

-Hello, slut.- Her cheeks were deep red. She tried to cover her usual rare smile with her hand but couldn't. Once again her smile told a story but her eyes told something different. Shame, perhaps?

-Look.- I showed her my boots.- What do you think?

-Sexy and dangerous.

-Exactly!

We talked about nothing in particular. From time to time her eyes, and the eyes of those who were nearby went from my face to my breasts. Aparently, she didn't want my kisses, my hugs, and my caresses, but she did want to kiss me, hug me, caress me and look at my body. Either she was very confused, or she was trying to confound me.

-Excuse me, my name is Paul and I...- A quite handsome guy approached us and talked to me. The previous years guys used to talk to Paige and once she had rejected them, they talked to me. During the last months, though, they preferred to talk to me in the first place.

-If you want to fuck this slut, you need my mistress's permission.- I interrupted him. I didn't know if he wanted to fuck me or just talk. It would be arrogant to assume that. I wasn't talking to him, though. In fact, I said that looking at Paige's eyes because I was trying to flirt with her again. Anyways, he probably wanted to fuck me and due to the combination padlock literally needed permission.

-Can you, please, leave us alone?- She made a very strange gesture when I said that. Like if someone had punched her on the stomach. Was she offended by my umpteenth attempt of flirting?

-Is everything ok, my beautiful mistress?

-I have to talk with you.- A couple of tears appeared on her eyes.

-Ok...

-Not here. Not now.

Once at home she insisted on taking off all the padlocks. She was nervous and uncomfortable and I was also beginning to feel that way.

-I... I know why were you so horny.

-It's not a mental door. It has to be something else.

-Yes, it was something else. I used a weak aphrodisiac along with the meds for the anemia.

-You drugged me? Why?

-I wanted to humiliate you. To make you feel miserable. As miserable as I felt when you betrayed me.

-I didn't betray...

-But instead you enjoyed it.- She interrupted me.- You were masturbating everyday. You were smiling more than ever. You were happy and I felt even angrier. So I tried to convince you that you were a cheap slut. I increased the dose and began to manipulate you. To tease you with kisses and caresses. I convinced you to wear those stupid panties so I could control your feelings.

-Errrr...

-I convinced you to fuck a stranger I had met in a random street. Somone called, Ted or whatever. He even paid me.

-What are you...?

-When he came, though, I realized that I had gone too far. I hugged you while you were sleeping so you would wake me up in the morning and I could apologize. But when I saw how happy you were that angered me even more. You were supposed to feel disgusted, not happy. How can you be happy after fucking someone with whom you haven't even talked? You even kissed me!

-That's not correct...

-So I thought that maybe I could make some money.- She interrupted me again.- I brought a few guys more and you did the same. You were happy. I was trying to make you feel miserable but, the joke was on me. At some point my anger turned into shame, and the shame into guilt. My caresses and kisses turned into a sort of therapy for myself. I needed to apologize.

-But...

-During the next weeks I began to gradually reduce the dose. I kept asking you more absurd things. I asked you to dress like a child and to behave like a child. I branded your neck. I used your own money to buy you things you didn't want. And you were still happy. You trusted me so you didn't make any question. I wanted to stop everything. But you wanted more! I was loosing my mind. And then I fucking chained you and made you look like a freak and you were even more happy. The next day I assaulted you in the kitchen and you thanked me! And you cannot blame the aphrodisiac because you were already clean.

-What...?

-And then you began to hug me and kiss me and caress me everywhere. You kept calling me "mistress". And worst of all, I was actually enjoying it. You were flirting with me and you were succeeding. I was going nuts. I...

She covered her face with her hands. I could see the tears running down her fingers and hear her sobs. I didn't know what to say ot think. Was I supposed to say something? Should I be angry? Yes, I should be fucking angry. She had drugged me. She had manipulated my feelings because she wanted revenge for something that never happened. I should be yelling and insulting her. And yet...

I needed to think. I had let my feelings dominate me all those months. I needed some logic back in my life. I went to my bedroom and laid down on my bed. I had to make a choice. Leave that house? Stop seeing with her? Live with my parents? Forgive her?

She was right, though. I was happy. I was enjoying. I had fucked for money. So what? I didn't know, nor care. Even if I was performing and everything was a lie. Sex wasn't a lie. My feelings weren't a lie. Whenever she kissed me she was trying to..., what? Apologize? Well, I actuallly enjoyed her attentions. I could have made more questions but I didn't because I didn't care. Was it appropriate to be angry when I had been so happy?

All of this was because of that fucking moron, Warren. She should have trusted me. But he was a good liar, I guess. A very good liar.

-Dinner is on the table. I have already finished eating, so you don't have to see me. I will be on my bedroom in case you need something.- She said through the closed door. Aparently, I had spent all the afternoon thinking and rambling.

I had to make a choice sooner or later. Forgiveness or hate? The choice was much easier than what I had anticipated. Actually, it had been made weeks ago in the kitchen. My feelings were real. The butterfly had already started to fly.

I got in Paige's bedroom when she was already asleep. Her face was red and swollen. She had been crying. I sat over her waist, my nether lips touching her skin, and kissed her lips.

-What are you...!?- She was shocked.

-You have already talked enough. It's my turn. Ok?- She nodded.- I have a few rules and you are going to accept them or I'll leave as soon as the tests are finished.- She nodded again.- First, you are going to accept the truth about Warren. I've trusted you, so you are going to trust me. I told you what happened, several times. I didn't fuck him. The story I told you about that night. You remember it, don't you? Say it.

-He raped you.- She was crying again.

It was the last autumn. Paige's birthday. We made a party at our place with a few guests. After the cake Paige and a few others went to a pub. I stayed here with another group, including her boyfriend, Warren.

I didn't like him very much. He was a humbug and an imbecile. She was in love, though, so I had to put up with him. That day he insisted on speaking with me. Boastings, lies..., the same crap as always.

I wanted to dress sexy for a day, just for me. I wasn't trying to flirt with anyone in particular. A short tight skirt, a crop top, eye brush and red lipstick for my own amusement. It was a fucking party and I wanted to dress properly.

He kept grabbing my hand and caressing my cheeks and shoulders. His conversation was very boring so I started to drink. After a while I got drunk. His company became bearable and his bullshit even funny.

Everything blurred and I found myself on my bed with him on top. I didn't know how did that happen but I do remember clearly his smell, his weight, my noes, my shame, my tears and my pain down there.

He blamed me in front of everyone. He said that had I seduced him. As he was such a good liar, and my skirt was so short, everyone believed him, including my parents, my friends and my best friend and roomie. She broke up with him but kept blaming me.

At some point I even began to doubt my own version. Maybe I had been too nice. Maybe I should have been colder and ask him clearly to fuck off. That's true. But the pain and the tears were real. Period.

After a while Paige suddenly seemed to change her mind and accept my version. Clearly, she was just preparing her revenge plan.

-Say it again. What happened that night?

-He raped you.

-You trust me now? Why?

-Because he was a humbug and an imbecile, and you are my best friend.- Her tears dampened her pillow and her long light brown hair.- Even if you were lying I should have chosen your side. But you weren't lying.

-Good. Second, I want my money.- She nodded.- Third, you are going to forgive yourself because I have already forgiven you.- She nodded again.- Fourth, you are going to understand something. I wasn't happy because of those guys. I was happy because of you. Because you were there. Was it all a lie? All those kisses and hugs? I don't think so.

-Errrr...

-So, fifth, you are going to be honest with yourself and with me. You are going to tell me what the hell do you want. All that teasing. You are going to explain it to me. Because you trust me, right?

-Yes.- She smiled at last and I kissed her again.

-Say it.

-I trust you.