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An Act of Charity (LittleRooster & Lindxi)

Caitlyn had hit deeply buried nerves in Moira, nerves that were overcoming any hesitation the auburn haired beauty had in playing out this game with her friend. She was doing this for Caitlyn and no one else. And she wanted to abdicate any responsibility for what happened. As Caitlyn ran through the possibilities, Moira felt a warmth creeping through her, a sort of euphoria at the idea of belonging to Caitlyn, pleasing her, making her happy. Moira knew the she and Caitlyn were both straight and there were no sexual overtones between them.. And slowly, Moira was putting together a line of rules that allowed her to justify the game she and Caitlyn were playing. But the idea of giving herself to Caitlyn, belong to her friend, putting herself in her friend's power was fascinating. It drew her like metal chips to a magnet.

Her heart raced a little bit and she had to look away to hide how much this idea got to her. God she was a fucking wicked slut, Moira thought to herself. Her friend is maybe dying and I'm suddenly feeling alive like all my nerves are being triggered. It wasn't a sexual feeling. Moira had plenty of sex with men and it was all very nice, but what she was feeling now was far too intense to be sexual. Sex was nice, this was overwhelming.
Suddenly, Moira found herself on board with Caityn's plan and told her. "If you want to undress me, take pictures, I won't object." She bit her lip and looked down, while gazing through eyelashes at her friend. "But I'm going this for you. Whatever you do with those photographs is your decision. I'm overwhelmed that you want to do this for your husband. I could never imaging the sacrifice, the pain that not being able to satisfy your husband would do to a sensitive, beautiful soul like you. But Heath isn't anything to me and I can't feel the same away about him. I'm not motivated by him."

She smiled and reached up to stroke a few strands of hair from her friend's face, feeling a little spark that ran from her fingers to her spine as she caressed her friend's soft skin. "I am the body that you can't give to Heath. My gift to you is myself. As long as you live, I now belong to you in a total and complete sense. Take pictures, put me in bed with your husband," she smiled. "Make me your surrogate, your sexuality, use me and know that I'm thrilled to be able to give you the gift of myself just as your willing to give Heath a renewed sexual life."

She giggled, breaking the tension. "So break out the tequila, camera, and lingerie and lets have fun."
 
Caitlyn's dominant demeanor was going into overdrive now, Moira was more than willing to undress for photos, it seemed this was now as much Moira's fantasy as it was Caitlyn's, she was just hoping now that Heath would also be up for it.

Heath was a challenge for Caitlyn, he was the strong silent type, a bull who could endure almost anything it seemed without uttering a word of protest or pain. She loved him for it, he was her rock, her anchor, through all of her illness he remained steadfast, never getting angry or emotional, never crying, well not in front of her anyway, she had over heard his tears a few times, he did his suffering in private, a man who believed that showing his weakness, even to his wife was not right, she was offended at first when she noticed that years back when they were dating, why couldn't this man who professed his love for her show her his weaknesses. But then she realized, he wasn't keeping secrets from her, that was not his intent, he simply truly believed that as the man it was his duty in the relationship to take all the hardest knocks, to weather the brunt of the storm.

She tried telling him that he need not do that, he just looked at her as if to say "This is how it is, like it or not" she realized of course that this was in fact the way it was, men, good men did indeed take the brunt of the storm, they protected, for all her dominance and feminism she realized that Heath was in fact what nature intended, a strong man.

She held Moira in her arms again, as Moira spoke about undressing for photos, wearing lingerie, Moira was her rock as well in some ways, a different type of rock, no, Moira was a branch, where as Heath was steadfast and solid standing proud against the storm, Moira bent with it, she let herself give a little to it in order to survive it.

Moira stroked Cait's hair as Cait just smiled at her for a few moments as Moira spoke about how hard it must be for Caitlyn to not be able to satisfy her husband, that Heath didn't mean anything to her and that she would be doing this for her, not for him.

"I really do love you Moira, not just for this but forever and always" she let her friend know and she meant it, it wasn't just about sex and exploiting Moira's desire to please, she loved her friend.

"It's ok Moira I understand, I think I prefer that really, that you are not turned on by him, that might make it too weird, just let him use your body as if he were with me, go through the motions but don't do the stupid ohh ahhh porn bitch thing, that sucks and he will see right through it and walk out. Now, let's go upstairs and see if we can get you in some lingerie for our photo shoot and yes there is a bottle of Tequila in the cupboard!" she said as she took her friends hand and led her upstairs.
 
Moira felt a special vibe between her and Caitlyn now. They had entered into the sort of crazy conspiracy that either drew people together or drove them apart. But she felt like she and Caitlyn were too close to be driven apart. Her heart pounded against her chest so hard, she thought Caitlyn would hear it as her friend talked abut Heath and how close she felt to Moira. The feeling of Caitlyn's arms around her left Moira melting and so eager to be there for her friend no matter what.

"We're sisters forever," Moira told her when Caitlyn spoke of her love for her friend. "Now, I doubt Heath will agree," she told her friend. "But if he does, then remember, I belong to you now and I don't want you to be shy or feel weird."

Standing, she went upstairs to get the tequila. "Mind you Cait, I'm not letting you have a sip of this fine Tequila. With your kidney disease, it wouldn't be right. But feel free to feed 'your gift' as much Tequila as you'd like to have."

When Caitlyn started to follow her upstairs, Moira held out a hand. "You make sure the doors are locked and get your camera and the Tequila out of the cupboard. I'll figure out something to put on and come back down. Then you can tell me what you want changed." As she vanished upstairs, she smiled. "Remember no pictures of the face!" Moira knew Heath would say no, but she didn't want to have to fact him later with him remembering her in sexy lingerie.

Caitlyn was taller and slimmer than Moira. They were both Celtic types with fair skin and green eyes. But Moira's hair was less red, more mixed with brown and gold, a true auburn beauty. She had a few more freckles across her face and her bust was bigger than Caitlyn with her hips and bottom being more curvy. She was actually self-conscious about how she looked. She wasn't fat or chubby, but she wasn't model thin.

For her first outfit, she found a black cowboy hat that fit her. If she tilted it, she would actually be able to hide her face with the brim. She stripped out of her clothes and found a black and green string bikini that Catilyn had purchased several years ago and never worn. On Cait, it would have looked sexy and a little erotic. On Moira's more generous figure, she had to carefully position that upper half so that it concealed her generous, almost spill out breasts. The bottom was incredibly embarrassing and she actually went into Cait's master bedroom and shaved her legs and made sure her pits were pristine and then carefully trimmed all but a little bit of the curly hair between her thighs so that none would show when she positioned the little cloth triangle. Then she found a pair of black fuck me pumps that fit. She wore a size six shoe and Cait wore a seven.

Slowly walking downstairs, careful not to trip in the five inch heels, she called down to Caitlyn. "I feel extremely silly and am going to need a shot of that Tequila. If you laugh, I'm going upstairs and getting dressed now!" Her voice sounded very, very shy.
 
Caitlyn ensured all the doors were secure as Moira went upstairs all excited about the photo session, she smiled excited for her, she wasn't sure if she was trying to justify her manipulation of Moira or if she was just happy that Moira was happy, in any case it certainly helped that she was so willing, that said she was willing because she believed Heath would not be interested, Caitlyn knew better though, Heath would be shocked at the offer and perhaps a little wary about accepting it, but he would say yes, why wouldn't he? A man being offered the chance to screw around with his wife's approval, what husband would say no?!

She thought for a moment a devious thought entering her mind, to call Heath now, get him to come home early and find Moira half naked sprawled out on the bed for photos, it was tempting to say the least, but she shook her head. Manipulation was one thing and it was only gentle manipulation at that, calling Heath to come home seemed more like betrayal, Moira deserved to have some time to get used to the idea not just have it sprung on her by Heath arriving home early, he would of course be confused as well, he might even think that his wife was a lesbian and that was the real reason for not wanting to service him, no, too many would get hurt and as Moira was so willing it would just be cruel to abuse her trust like that.

She locked the doors and heard Moira coming down the stairs, she had changed into a cowboy hat and a bikini that Cait had bought a while ago and had never worn. Caitlyn was slimmer than Moira, the bikini barely covered her and yet that made it more erotic, Moira's homely body spilling out here and there, her breasts threatening to burst the top at any moment.

She was wearing a pair of black pumps and Cait had to admit that right now, she wanted to fuck Moira herself.

"Oh my god where is my special sister! You look really hot babe, I think we better take these photos before you bust right out of that top! Heath is gonna be one lucky man I can tell you that for sure" she said in all honesty and also to pump up Moira's confidence.

"OK, lets do some shots near the couch, maybe lie on it, oh hell, lets not kid we are amateurs just do stuff and I'll take photos!" she said as she handed Moira another shot of tequila and got the camera ready.

Caitlyn forgot about her illness, forgot about her scheme all she thought about was playing this adult version of their childhood dress up game.
 
Moira smiled shyly at her friend's effusive praise. Light streamed in from the back patio sliding glass door. Outside, it was gorgeous sunlight and trees, but inside there was a different sexier vibe with locked doors and a mix of indoor lighting and dappled sunlight. She gave a come hither gaze to her friend Caitlyn, tilted her hat so its brim hid her face and downed the tequila.

"Wow," she laughed. "I can feel the burn going down. At first, she was nervous and stiff, but after she downed her second and last tequila, she loosened up. Moving to the couch, she sat with one leg up, her elbow resting on her knee, her head tilted with her long hair hanging down behind her back. Switching, it up, she lay on the couch, kicked up her heels and then lay back with her head hanging down off the couch and her heel clad feel up on the wall behind the couch, then she crossed her legs and flipped over.

Standing, she moved over and leaned against the wall, arched her back, and looked back over her shoulder, letting Caitlyn snap shots at will. She kind of danced a few dance steps and whirled once or twice. Then the top broke and she shrieked and covered her breasts.

Then suddenly she giggled and said, "Oh fuck it." Dropping to knees, she knelt before Caitlyn and spread her thighs out, putting her shoulders back, she did a little shimmy to show off her too-large-in-her-opinion breasts and then pulled her hair so that it kind of hid her face and leaned forward stretching out in a supplicating pose, her arms in front of her head, her thighs opened and her body bent before Caitlyn.

In a voice that would have sounded serious, but for the ultra-sexy huskiness she assumed, she said, "This humble girl requests that you accept her as your personal sex slave so that sh e might serve you well for as long as you shall live." She then crawled toward Catilyn putting a little wiggled and giggle into her every move until she reached her shoes, which she proceeded to kiss briefly before breaking into laughter and rolling over on her back. "Oh hell this is fun and way too kinky," Moira laughed. "I haven't had this much fun since I don't know when."

Looking up through a veil of wild auburn hair, she said with a smile. "Admit it, I freaked you out?" Lifting her legs, she bicycled them briefly and then sat up. "What costume next? Or did we get enough? And no I don't to see those pictures ... ever."
 
She snapped away as Moira posed for her, how could such a serious proposal result in a light hearted feeling like she was experiencing right now, she realized that she had tapped into something deep within Moira, she realized that she didn't have to try all that hard to get her to consider it, was she finally seeing the real Moira after all these years? Was Moira a woman who secretly wanted to be desired, to be objectified and used by her friend? She put those thoughts to the side and continued snapping away.

The light shone in through some of the windows, their combined energy had created a special world where only the two of them existed, it was like they were making love without even touching, Caitlyn enjoyed being covered as well while Moira was practically naked, it inhanced her feeling of superiority, of control.

Moira's poses became more and more risque, more sexual by the second, she started to joke and offer herself to Caitlyn as a sex slave, Cait could feel her pussy becoming wet, she fidgeted a little as her arousal grew, it was all too much and yet she wanted more.

"You are so hot Moi! If you were a product, and I guess you are really in this situation, these ads for you would make you a best seller! Everyone would want to buy a Moira!" she laughed but was quite serious, if Caitlyn was Moira's pimp she would make a fortune from her, she was sexy in a very natural way.

"Ummm yeah quite unexpected, not quite freaked out, but surprised for sure!" she said as Moira did bicycles on her back before asking if there were enough photos, if there would be more.

"Well I think we have enough for Heath, but we are having fun right? Why not go back up and see what else you would like to wear for our photo shoot" she said to her, hoping their game would continue.
 
Moira had gone upstairs for the next photographic session. Perched in practically nothing, she glanced around her friend's bedroom. Cailtyn slept here with her husband, did her makeup, dressed in the morning. Was Moira jealous of Heath? She turned the thought over in her mind. Heath was her husband. He had a special relationship, a binding relationship with Caitlyn, a relationship that Moira could never enjoy.

She wasn't smart like Caitlyn, but she wasn't an idiot either and she could tell that there was a connection downstairs with Caitlyn that hadn't existed before today. It was something incredible. What to wear next? They had both agreed that they had everything they needed for Heath. So this was totally for Caitlyn and Moira.

Sneaking downstairs, Moira found a pair of chopsticks in the kitchen. They were an elegant ivory affair with colorful flowers running down the sides. She had bought several sets for Heath and Caitlyn on their first anniversary. Upstairs, she began to do her hair in the Japanese fashion, using the chopsticks and a black silk ribbon to hold the intricate hairdo in place. She used some hair spray to fix some of the more wild strands of her wild mix of red, gold, and brown hair. She had spent a lot of time outdoors lately and that always gave her hair a wilder, more red color. As the winter progressed and she stayed away from the sun, her hair dulled.

Using heavier makeup than usual, she outlined her lips with deep red lipstick and added dramatic highlights to her lashes. But for the base foundation, she went very fair in keeping with her Geisha them. Finding a black silk dress, she slit it so that she could slip in on over her lusher figure. Then she draped a red and gold shawl over her shoulders and found a colorful fan. It wasn't quite authentic, but it was fun.

Digging through her friend's drawers, she came upon some scented paper, the kind you might write a love letter on. She would never be Catilyn's wife or husband. She would never be a blood sister. But she could be something else binding and real, a relationship that might give her friend joy.

My dearest friend,

I think you know by now that I love you more than anyone else in this world. I don't claim the right to a romantic love, but I do know tis the most intense feeling in the world. So I'm now going to offer something that may change that relationship.

And you know I'm a coward, so if you don't want use to be more than friends, please stop reading now and do not turn to the next page.

Yours forever,

Moira

Moira then rolled the letter to her friend up and slid her friendship ring around it. Caitlyn had a similar ring; they had exchanged them years ago.

The next page that Moira wrote was so over the top, it made her cringe. Her friend would read it and laugh at her or maybe get mad. But where there is no risk, there are no prizes and Moira felt brave enough now to risk the pain of rejection.

She titled it,

Commitment of Belonging​

For as long as you, Caitlyn, live, I, Moira, wish to belong to you. Let me be clear, I want my body to be treated as yours. I want you to use this body ... my body ... to explore and experience anything that you might have missed out on.

This of course, includes sexually, I permit you to gift my body to the man you wish to experience me sexually as your gift to him.

I place my soul, my body, my everything completely in your possession so that this healthy body can be an extension of your own.

Catilyn do you remember when we giggled studying the Code of Hammurabi? I know you do. I hated that class, but you memorized the code. One of the provisions was that "besides being able to borrow on personal security, an individual may sell herself into slavery." It was an irrevocable and binding act, a state entered into consensually, but permanent once such consent was given.

My darling Caitlyn,

By means of this love letter, I hereby bequeath myself to you for so long as you shall live to be your bond servant and slave.

Executed by Moira Hayes

She folded the letter and hesitated. "Oh, I'll just pretend its a joke if Caitlyn laughs," Moira told herself. Then she put the ringed letter down and slowly walked downstairs to the room where Caitlyn rested.
Biting her lips, she kept her eyes pointed downward and then knelt in front of Caitlyn and prostrated herself with her hands outstretched offering the ringed letter, which sat upon the folded agreement.

"Oh Mistress Catilyn," Moira said in a voice full of mischief. "Please accept my offering." She was trying to keep the tone light so that she could go into "aren't I silly" mode if Caitlyn acted shocked or unhappy.
 
Caitlyn was waiting downstairs for her model to come back down, wondering what type of get up she would be wearing now, this was all far too much fun, kinky, sexy, naughty fun, the best kind Caitlyn thought!

She heard Moira come back downstairs, she was wearing a Japanese Geisha type outfit, or atleast as close as she could with what was in Cait's closet, authenticity didn't matter, fun did, she looked up at the stairs as Moira came down, she giggled a little, but not a nasty giggle, she wasn't laughing at her dear friend, she was laughing with her, laughing at the silliness of it all.

"Oh wow, you do look good Moira!" then she saw a seriousness in Moira's face, did something happen, was something wrong? Had she changed her mind already. Moira approached Caitlyn, Cait took a nervous breath and gulp.

Then she heard Moira's light tone, tinged with a hint of nervousness, she called her Mistress Caitlyn, oh how Caitlyn had dreamed of the day she would be called Mistress, Heath wasn't the submissive type, he wouldn't bow down to her and Caitlyn never bothered broaching the topic with him.

She watched as Moira bent down and offered her a scroll, a scroll bound with her friendship ring.

"Oh what are you up to sweetheart?" she said as she took the scroll and read it.

Slave, Code of Hammurabi, Offering my body to be used by any male, this was better than winning lotto for Caitlyn, what had she brought out in her friend, she knew that she didn't manipulate her into all of this, this was Moira's thoughts, Moira's most inner desires, Caitlyn had tapped into Moira's inner whore.

She was touched by her friends slutty offer, weeping ever so slightly she looked up at Moira, "Oh darling, are you sure though? I mean any man, not just Heath? Are you sure you want this?" she said as she grabbed Moira and pulled her forward, she wanted this but she was learning that she preferred a submissive that wanted to do things, she didn't want Moira to feel obliged or forced to do anything.

"We should swap rings, we need to swap rings to bind this agreement" she said excitedly to Moira, and then taking her own ring she handed it to Moira, and then taking Moira's hand she extended her finger and sucked it, "mmmmmm... you are a sweetheart" she said to her friend, "So are you sure you want this? Exchanging rings will bind the agreement" she said as she got on one knee enjoying the drama of it all and still holding Moira's hand with her saliva coated ring finger, ready to place the ring on it and therefore seal Moira's fate.
 
Caitlyn had brought to the surface in Moira desires that she hadn't known existed. It wasn't as Caitlyn thought so much that her friend had an inner whore fantasy. No, Moira had a Caitlyn fantasy, not necessarily a sexual fantasy. Moira wanted to belong totally to Caitlyn, to prove her love for Caitlyn in the most extreme way possible. All her life, she had catered happily to her friend without jealousy. In truth, Moira had met Heath first and introduced her to Caitlyn. Of course, she knew now that Heath and she would never had worked out. She didn't even like Heath. But once Caitlyn showed an interest in her future husband, Moira suppressed any feelings that she might once have toyed with in thinking of Heath.

Once or twice, people had teased her about being Caitlyn's doormat, but Moira had immediately defended her friend. And anyway, if she had been Caitlyn's doormat, it was a role she had willingly assumed. But now this was no longer teasing and Moira wasn't going to pretend it was a game any longer. Caitlyn would be Moira's mistress. Moira would be Caitlyn's slave. And Moira for one prayed the Caitlyn would find a kidney transplant and live forever.

As she lay before Caitlyn, her fingers just touching her friend's bare toes, she heard the question, "... any man, not just Heath?" Moira gulped. Actually, she had been thinking more of Heath. But as her friend grabbed Moira and pulled her up and forward, she looked up and knew the truth.

Moira suddenly began to cry. It wasn't deep sobbing, but tears fell and she had to gather herself. "Mistress Caitlyn, don't you know? I want to be your slave. I want to be defined by you and to serve you totally and completely." She touched Caitlyn almost hesitantly. "I don't want to pretend or plays games any longer. You knew what I wanted when you asked me to sleep with your husband. I want my slavery to be total, real, and irrevocable." Grabbing Caitlyn's hand, she kissed it.

When Caitlyn mentioned swapping rings, Moira said shyly. "I like the idea of rings." The her future mistress clarified that this would bind the agreement and without hesitation, Moira stood and slipped off the shawl and dress. She then knelt naked before her mistress in a subservient position and let Caitlyn take her hand. "I accept my slavery. I wish to be bound to you." Her green eyes stared adoringly up at her friend and mistress. She had no sense where this journey might end, but she voluntarily and happily would enter this road and lock the gate behind her.
 
Caitlyn stood back in wonder for a few moments, she had always felt that she was leading or manipulating Moira but it did seem that Moira was setting the pace just as much and now in a strange form of self assertion she was demanding that Caitlyn take her subservience seriously, in a sense Moira was telling Caitlyn that she had to use her or piss off, she would no longer skirt around the idea of all of this, she wanted to be Caitlyn's slave, she wanted to do her bidding and amuse her.

Caitlyn was pleasantly shocked, she had just been given an outlet for her frustrated sexuality. Not to mention a way to feel in control of something.

"Well yes Moira, ANY man, did you not write, just here "This of course, includes sexually, I permit you to gift my body to the man you wish to experience me sexually as your gift to him". Now, now Moira, you did agree to service any man, not just Heath but we will of course start with him, I don't want him to have your sloppy seconds" she said adapting to her new role as the dominant who no longer had to hide and conspire her desires, now she could just out and out demand them.

"So Moira, before we seal your fate, I want to know, did you mean any man or just Heath, come now, speak, answer me" she said rather enjoying the idea she could be a little colder, but of course it was important that Moira understood what she was agreeing to.

"I don't want an unwilling slave Moira" she added getting impatient.

"If that is what you meant, any man, then yes we shall exchange rings, if not then you need to draw up a new contract don't you" she said scolding the poor Moira.
 
Naked on her knees before Caitlyn, wearing a ring that symbolized slavery, Moira accepted that she and Caitlyn were no longer truly friends. On some level, there had to be some sense of equality for people to be friends. Oh of course, people can be unequal in many ways and still be friends. But she didn't think a slave could truly be a friend to her mistress, not in the commonly understood sense of the word. She lowered her hands to her thighs and enjoyed the sense of being her mistress's property.

Who had manipulated who today? Moira had thought it was Caitlyn being her usual controlling, lovable self. But Moira could have said no or at the least, directed the request in another direction. Instead, she had practically forced the issue. But if she had manipulated Caitlyn into this state of affairs, Moira thought it might be the last time she was allowed to manipulate her friend for she sensed in Caitlyn the capacity to truly be a mistress.

As Caitlyn made clear that she fully expected Moira to service more than her husband, but other men, she felt herself growing hot and damp, her nipples hardened and she blushed with shame. She didn't like the idea that she was so readily aroused by the thought of serving other men. But maybe part of her arousal was due to the idea that Caitlyn had the power to dictate who she slept with now. It was a very exciting thought and she looked up at Caitlyn with wide eyes, her pupils very dark. The term "sloppy seconds" sent a little frisson of humiliation down her spine and she said the only thing she could say, "Yes Mistress Caitlyn."

Her mind spun through possibilities. Exactly what did Caitlyn have in mind?
 
Caitlyn looked at her naked friend, she studied her body more closely now that they were starting to work out what Moira really wanted, what she was offering, Caitlyn had a nice plump soft body, not too plump, just right, the type of woman you see often in men's magazines with titles like "Juggs", she was a beautiful woman, she would attract a lot of men, some of which might pay, the idea of prostituting her friend, to solve two problems at once, satisfy her sexual desires and make some money was too tempting and now Moira had written away control of her body to her.

Their friendship had taken on an entirely new track, she now owned her friend, the thought of that made her pussy purr with delight, she would have to think about every angle of that ownership and her responsibilities to her owned friend. For now though she would just explore and have fun with her, to own a human being was just too good to pass up.

Caitlyn smiled, "OK Moira, I believe you" she said, "Open your mouth" she placed the ring inbetween Moira's lips as she knelt naked, "You may put the ring on my finger" she said as she stood there feeling very powerful.

"Oh the ideas running through my head my slut, I will have to think of a name for you won't I, at the moment slut appeals, what do you think of that slut, I will be generous slut. I will allow you 3 and only 3 limits, tell me 3 things that you would never want to do and I will make sure to never command you to do them. Think about it slut as you place the ring on my finger" she stood there waiting, when Moira started to move forward with her mouth she would be ready to shove her finger deep in her throat to make her gag.
 
"I believe you," Moira heard Caitlyn say. The words sent a curious rush through her. Obediently, she opened her mouth and held the ring as placed. Curiously, she didn't feel weak or passive, but rather strong and like she had been an active participant in choosing her fate. If she were honest, she had always wanted to be defined by Caitlyn. She once had a dream in high school where she was a bald, featureless plastic doll. She would walk into a room with a makeup light and slowly put on the clothing and wig and persona chosen by Caitlyn.

Amusingly, her dream had somewhat proven true. Caitlyn had dictated that Moira go out for cheerleading. "It'll open doors for us." Moira had understood. But it had never been a one-sided relationship, she had always gained so much from Caitlyn. At the words that she could place the ring on her finger, Moira leaned forward, being very careful not to drop the ling form her mouth as she pushed it forward.

Almost instantly, Caitlyn's long slender finger had slid onto the ring, her ring finger shoved all the way to the back of Moira's throat, causing her to choke and tears spring from her eyes. While Moira dealt with her gag reflex, Caitlyn kept up a conversational discussion about her friend's new name and possible limits.

Moira began to suck on the finger much as one might a cock, her tongue touching and stroking the ring that symbolized Caitlyn's possession. As she did so, it came to her how deep the bond she had established with her friend. Caitlyn had spoken of giving her to other men and this had disturbed her, but also excited her. Now Moira knew why she was excited by the thought. Her dearest friend would literally be fucking her with these men, choosing her lovers, what happened. It left her pussy aching and wet.

When the lovely fingers withdrew from her mouth, Moira was breathing a little fast and obscenely aroused given that neither Caitlyn or Moira were lesbians. Moira had never studied the niceties of a traditional master/slave relationship. So she still felt some freedom to speak her mind to her friend and mistress. Her lips felt swollen and the back of her throat ached a bit where Caitlyn's fingernail had bit into the tender flesh. Huskily, she said, "Mistress Caitlyn, I welcome the name slut. I see myself as your toy, a battered Barbie doll that you play with and toss on the ground and put in lewd positions and torment when you are bored, but you always pick me up again and my purpose is to be there for you, to ease your pain, to let you exercise your imagination and creativity." She smiled and knelt down to kiss Caitlyn's feet, a perhaps to bold move, but one she ached to do. "If slut is to be your toy's name, I welcome it."

In truth, Caitlyn didn't want to be called slut, but the humiliation of it was rather delicious. Her hair had spread out around Caitlyn's feet and she thought about the next concept that her friend had introduced. Limits? Her mind didn't go the usual limits that people discussed on the web. Moira had never really educated herself on all the possible kinks that existed in a depraved, sexual world. Slowly though, she did decided on the limits she would prefer.

She rose up and looked at her friend. Her shoulders pulled back, emphasizing the heavy beautifully shaped breasts that she usually went to such effort to de-emphasize, the result of nature and a refusal to do any extreme dieting or exercise. She looked into her friend's eyes and said. "I don't want to be marked in a way that would be visible if I put on a knee length sundress." She smiled. "No tattoo sleeves up and down my arms." Reaching up, she fingered her earrings. "These can be removed, so a piercing would be okay, but definitely not necessarily." Needles freaked Moira out a bit. She had only gotten her ears pierced at a sleepover where Caitlyn had pierced several girls ears along with Moira's after she made her friend "man up."

My second limit. "I want one day a month where I can be Moira and listen to music of my choice, read a book, talk as a woman." She winked at Caitlyn. "You can keep me confined to my room, chain me to the radiator, if you want. But I want to experience one twenty-four hour period of being Moira once a month." The reference to being chained to a radiator went back to a movie called Blacksnake Moan that the two girls had watched when it first came out. Now Moira understood the dreams she had afterward and why the movie had seemed so ridiculously hot.

"The other twenty-nine days of the month," Moira said in a husky tone of voice. "You possess complete control over my body to the extent of tying me up, gagging me, or any other means of control mental or physical you feel necessary to enforce your will." Moira giggled and then bit her lip. "I kind of like the idea of being gagged. And you know what a silly coward I can be at times." Reaching out, she stroked her friend's leg, almost hesitantly as if she might be overstepping a boundary. "I want you to be my mistress more than my friend now."

Heart pounding, she decided on her third condition. "You can't sell me or give me away permanently. You can lend me, lease me, tease me, but in the end, I belong to you and no one else. Those are my three limits. Other than those, I want to be the dirty, broken Barbie that you pull out of the basket and toy with when you're bored or in pain or feeling low. My dear Mistress Cailyn, thank you for letting me belong to you without reservation and with love."
 
Caitlyn enjoyed Moira choking on her ring finger, Moira spluttering and
feeling discomfort as she pushed her finger deeper down her throat. It was
very sexy, Caitlyn wished she had a cock, a cock to ram down Moira's
willing throat. She thought about strap ons, would that be a lesbian act?
Would it matter? Would it still hurt Caitlyn the way vaginal sex did? These
were more thoughts that whirred around her mind like a tempest.

As Moira performed the oral act Caitlyn went through her memory banks,
Moira had always done her bidding, she tried out for cheer-leading at the
behest of Caitlyn, it was to improve their standing in High School, Caitlyn
would have also made a fine cheer leader, perhaps a better one even but
that would have taken time away from her studies and to be honest Moira
wasn't going to do well academically anyway, so she may as well have some
pride by being a cheer-leader.

And soon Caitlyn withdrew her spit and mucus covered finger, "Funny how
body fluids are sexy in certain contexts and not others huh?" she said to
Moira as she recovered from the oral assault.

She listened to Moira tell her about her limits, the three things that she
would like or would like not to happen, these would be her only rights,
they all sounded fine, except for one, there was one thing that didn't sit
right with Caitlyn and she would discuss it with her friend.

"Slut, I, like you am not well versed in the arts of kink either, I think
we should do this our way, in a way that suits us, I don't care how other
Mistresses treat their toys, I know how I want to treat you, I know how I
want this to work." she started to explain and then knelt down to face her
naked friend, she cradled her friends face in her hand.

"Sweetheart, my dearest friend, your terms are accepted, however, I want
you to be you all the time, I want you to speak freely to me, I want you to
tell me how the things we will do effect you, how they make you feel, I
don't want a lump for a slave and most of all I don't want to lose my
friend, so please, enjoy your time as mine, perhaps we could even arrange
for you to move in, as I am sick Heath will allow it and I can keep you
locked in a cage. I will make sure your time is exciting I promise, but
don't lose yourself in the process" she was speaking from the heart, she
was still trying to work out how all of this was going to work, she was not
used to dominating Moira so openly.

"And I would never dream of giving you away my darling friend and slut" she
held Moira, now she was behaving more like a sub then her sub, but she
didn't want this to just be about sex and games, she wanted a very human
sub to exploit and humiliate and she wanted to ensure she didn't lose her
beloved friend either.

"Now, do you want to choose another limit as I would never sell or give you
away?" she offered graciously.
 
Caitlyn's cool hands cupping Moira's face as they discussed the terms of her slavery felt wildly erotic. She knelt on the same carpet where they had played Yahtzee and watched television together and drank too much once or twice. This was the one person who knew every secret Moira had and Moira felt like she knew almost everything about Caitlyn. But now as she knelt naked before her friend, she had agreed to become the other woman's slut, slave, toy to be used and abused.

It was an incredible rush, because it was what Moira wanted. "Thank you Mistress Caitlyn," Moira told her, green eyes gazing adoringly up into her friend's face. "I will be your slave and your friend, your toy and your companion." She smiled shyly. "But if I tell you I'm afraid or scared or want to curl into a ball and hide, I hope you will comfort me, but still find it within you to treat me as your lovely, fuckable toy. I don't want to hide my real feelings away for fear it will inhibit your beautiful ... cruelty." She used the word cruelty deliberately for her friend could be cruel. Moira had actually admired that quality in her friend, especially when that cruelty was occasionally turned toward protecting Moira.

Speaking of cruelty, Moira almost giggled when Caitlyn spoke of keeping her near her, locked in a cage. It was so gloriously wonderful. Her friend spoke of friendship and honesty and yet was already contemplating keeping her friend locked in a cage. Moira reached out and squeezed her friend's hand lovingly, almost encouragingly.

"Would Heath accept my role in your life?" Moira wondered out loud. "He always seemed ... a bit rigid in his view of things." Mentally, Moira substituted asshole for Heath and prick for rigid." She couldn't believe he would want his wife keeping a naked girl in a cage. "Also, would I keep my job? I make good money, $4,250 a month as a paralegal. I would want you to keep my money. I can give up my lease on my apartment if you want."

When the conversation turned to limits, Moira began to think tacticaly. If she chose a limit that Caitlyn wouldn't do anyway, it was like throwing away her limit. She thought about going for a nice place to sleep, but frankly, there were worse things Caitlyn would actually do to a girl than make her sleep in a cage and Moira would rather Catilyn chose that kind of outlet over other possibilities. She had once essentially forced Moira to eat a balut. Moira had eaten it down and the gracefully run to the bathroom where she vomited several times. Afterward and even now, she shuddered and felt a little ill when she remembered it. "I don't want to eat really gross stuff," she finally decided. This left Caitlyn free to have her friend drink sour milk and the like, but meant that she wouldn't be living on a diet of baluts. "I don't care how you feed me, but I don't want to eat really gross food. I know that's a bit vague, but I trust you to honor the spirit." She tossed her head flirtatiously and then offered a consolation. "You can spit in my drink if you want or even my mouth, because that's a drink and not food."

Moira couldn't help feeling more alive than ever. Their conversation was wildly erotic and so wrong. But she loved it.
 
Moira's shapely breasts were like a beacon for Caitlyn, so different to her
own smaller more compact variety, she looked over Moira's more Rubenesque
shape like an artist surveying a site. She truly was beautiful in every
possible way, Caitlyn slid her hand down slowly along Moira's jawline,
trailing down with her fingertip down her neck and shoulder.

"Oh baby, of course, of course I will comfort you, for some reason that
turns me on, to be the source of your suffering and humiliation and to also
be your comfort and support, we can debrief after anything we do, you can
tell me about how humiliated and dirty you feel and I will assure you that
you should feel that way, like a dirty little whore, and yet I will hold
you and tell you that it will be better next time" she said now stroking
her friends hair, softly.

"You have the most spectacular breasts" she said to Moira. "Perhaps one day
I will touch them" she said wanting to shock and create anticipation and
tension all at once, she knew she was straight and yet with her friend,
these lines seemed to be blurred, she doubted she would ever do anything
obviously lesbian with Moira but she would definitely take walks along the
border of lesbianism.

She listened as her slave asked if Heath would mind her moving in, if she
could still work and hand her pay over to Caitlyn.

"No, he won't mind, especially when I tell him you will be paying rent, we
need the money I won't lie to you, and yes, you should hand over your money
to me, everything you earn should be mine, I agree, it is only fair as I
also own your body" she smiled winking at her friend.

"I will get him to build you a cage, or maybe put a jail type door on the
closet, we will lay out a mattress for you, you can live in there and we
will let you out each morning to go to work, how does that sound darling?"
she said stroking her hair again.

"Oh the baluts, yeah that was so gross, ok nothing like that ever again,
normal type food or body fluids, but not weird stuff like that I promise"
she stood up and tugged on Moira's hair for her to follow, she stood in
front of her wedding photo, her and Heath outside the church door.

"Such a happy time. I hope you make it a good fuck for him Moira" she said
sternly.
 
Moira blushed when Caitlyn commend on her breasts, her body, and the possibility of her touching them at some point. Truthfully, Moira knew she was more into Caitlyn than Caitlyn was into her. While neither of them was a lesbian, Moira would easily find herself lost in the dominance that Caitlyn so easily possessed. But she thought Moira would be far more intrigued by what she might do to Moira's body in an ownership sense than as a lover. No, Caitlyn wouldn't lose herself in sapphic love with Moira.

The truth was that Moira had always felt Caitlyn's body was so much more sexy and classy than her own lush curves. She had the kind of body that made men want to fuck, the kind of body that made men think of whores and illicit encounters. Caitlyn had the kind of beauty that had men falling at her feet. But as she was admiring Caitlyn, the conversation had already turned financial.

No surprise, Caitlyn was usually two steps ahead of her. At her off handed comment that everything Moira earned would be Caitlyn's now, Moira nodded. She knew that Moira's illness had been a real financial burden. Heath had his own business and the health insurance had been minimal. It was a reasonable risk as they were a young healthy couple. But now Caitlyn was ill and they were a statistic.

Moira nodded. "Mistress Caitlyn, everything that I can bring to you financially is yours now. I actually don't have much. My car, about $20,000 in a bank account, and my job. Have a garage sale and sell anything that I don't need anymore. Any clothes you find unsuitable, my furniture, my computer." Moira had been born Catholic, but converted to Buddhism. In a crazy way, she felt it was very zen to give away everything and surrender yourself completely. It's just she wouldn't be surrendering to God, she would be surrendering to Mistress Caitlyn.

She leaned against Caitlyn's leg, savoring the bliss of her hair being stroked. "It sounds like heaven," she said when a cage or barred closet was mentioned. "I don't really want to go to work," she confessed. "I want to spend every moment with you, but that's selfish. I know you all need the money and I don't mind earning it for you."

The final comment, "make it a good fuck for him," sent a shiver through Moira. It was so much more zen when it was just her and Caitlyn. But it would get much more real, must dirtier, and yes, she would be a good fuck for her friend.
 
Caitlyn stroked her naked friends hair as she listened to her hand over everything she owned to her. Caitlyn didn't want everything Moira owned, she would never spend it all, she would actually invest it wisely and take care of Moira without her knowing and she would hand back more than Moira would give her, she would make it a win-win situation for the two parties, Caitlyn was a financial adviser before becoming ill, she had a high flying career and lifestyle, playing with Moira's money as well as her body would give her a better sense of control.

"Well, perhaps we can find other ways for you to make money sweetheart, ways that would allow you to spend more time with me, but for now, we will rent out your apartment, we put your belongings in storage and I will talk with Heath tonight about you moving in and of course whether he would like to fuck your brains out or not. I am sure he will, I will show him the photos, he will love them I just know it" she said.

"Of course I will also take all the money your apartment makes in rent" she added, knowing that she would make Moira rich, she loved her friend and wanted to take care of her in a way that she could not take care of herself, just as Moira was taking care of her in a way that she was not able to.

She ran her fingers around Moira's lips and spread them apart and spat in her mouth simply because she could.

"Now my sweetheart, go get dressed, Heath will be home soon and I would like to talk to him about all of this, it has been a big day of course. You need to start packing stuff and we will talk again soon" she said and grabbed Moira by the hair and led her upstairs to change back into her normal clothes.

That night Caitlyn broached the topic with Heath, she explained to him that it would mean a lot to her to give him a gift, a sexual gift in the form of another woman, she didn't tell him it was Moira, she wanted to keep it as a surprise, she knew he liked her even if it was just a physical thing and that was fine by her, this was just sex of course. She showed him the photos of Moira's body and watched as his eyes lit up at the size of her soft bouncy breasts.

"I take it you like darling?" she said to him as he stared at the photos.

"Umm yes, very nice. And you don't mind me fucking her?" he asked wondering if this was one of those womanly traps where no answer is the right one.

"It is ok if you want to have sex with her, I can be there as well if you like, to watch to feel a part of it or I can leave you two alone" she offered and assured him.

"Oh.. well it would be fun I guess if you were there, I really didn't expect this Caity" he said to her.

"Ok but now that it is on the table, are you interested?" she asked him wondering if she had really done the right thing.

"Uh.... yeah, fuck yeah" he said taking advantage of the opportunity.

"Good honey, I will let her know and we will set it up for a night soon then" she told him and left the room to call Moira"

"Hello, Moira, I just spoke to Heath....... yes about you fucking him.......... no, not about you moving in, not yet.......... yes better to see if this works first...... he said yes slut" she let her know the situation and that soon she would be fucking for her.
 
Moira stared into the mirror nervously. Her voluptuous frame looked better clothed in her opinion. She wore a basic Donna Karen form fitting black mini dress that literally hugged her every curve and ended just a few inches below her ass. It had a patterned lace back that showed her fair skin and was sleeveless. Earlier in the day, she had visited and a salon and her her feminine areas waxed along with her nails done. In her hair, she wore a black ribbon and around her neck, she wore a matching black ribbon. For shoes, she wore a pair of sexy 5" high heel pumps, definitely the kind of shoe that cost in pain what they gave in terms of beauty. Her legs were covered only by a pair of thigh high black silk stockings. Under the dress, she wore a delicate pink bra that provided only an illusion of support and pink panties that were so sheer, she might as well not have bothered. Her earrings were little silver hearts, her perfume was a fresh, sexy scent that she dabbed between her breasts and thighs.

"I'm dressed to be fucked," she told herself as she worked on her makeup, going for a bolder statement than she usually did. God, what more would a man want, she wondered. Her heart thumped heavily and she had a panic attack. Can I do this? This is for Caitlyn, she vowed. Then she glanced over at the manila envelope she had worked on this morning. It made her smile.

In the envelope was a transfer of title of her car to Caitlyn. She had added Caitlyn as a signatory to her account and enclosed her debit card with pin number. The idea of Caitlyn using her money excited Moira. She didn't quite no why, but she liked the feeling that Caitlyn had everything. She had used the company attorney service, basically a benefit for working as a para legal, to give Caitlyn a power of attorney over all legal decisions that might need to be made. Finally, she had signed a model's release that granted Caitlyn an unconditional, unlimited, irrevocable, assignable Model Release in favor of Caitlyn covering all pictures, films, video, audio, public performance, and recordings of Moira of any kind. It felt sexy and freeing to transfer all responsibility for her life to Caitlyn. Moira wondered if she was going to far, pushing to hard. Was she more invested in this new definition to their relationship than Caitlyn? Had she pushed her friend into this? She felt ... very nervous.

But then Caitlyn called and told her that Heath had agreed, Moira felt a frisson of dark excitement run down her spine. "Yes mistress," she said. "Your slut is ready. When do you want me to come over?" She planned to hand Caitlyn the manila envelope with the enclosed documents, next time she saw her friend.
 
Moira was excited when she told her about Heath saying yes to wanting to
fuck her. She felt a surge of energy go through her own body as well, the
idea of Heath being with another woman who was taking her place, that she
could just sit there and watch her husband being sexual again, it was all
too much.

"Well could you come over tomorrow, during the day? Heath doesn't get home
till later and I would prefer you are already here, we can dress you up and
maybe even put a bow and ribbon around you, he doesn't know it is you yet
Moira, I wanted that part to be a surprise, that I am offering him a friend
not just some skank, oh I love you so much for this my sweet little slut"
she said mixing affection with insults, she was excited and confused, she
would work it out later but for now, she would tell Heath that he would be
getting laid the next night.

Heath was happy with the idea, as per his usual demeanor, he was quite cool
about the whole thing, but she noticed he couldn't stop focusing on the
photos of the voluptious woman with the big soft breasts and fleshy thighs,
she was so wet, she sent Moira a text message.

"Hi Slut, Heath keeps looking at your photos, he is hard I can tell, all of
this is making me wet!, love you, your owner"
 
Moira spent the night riding an emotional roller-coaster. Fear, excitement, arousal, these were just some of the emotions she felt after Caitlyn hung up the phone. When night finally came, she lay naked on the bed with her pink vibrator in hand and began to slowly tease herself with it, trying to imagine Heath on top of her, his hard, masculine body taking her. Her legs wrapping around his ass, arching her hips, trying to be a good fuck. She was Caitlyn's slut, Caitlyn wanted this. At some point, Moira began to cry out as multiple orgasms rocked her body. Sweating, she lay there for a long time before getting up and taking a shower.

The next morning, she dressed in the same fuck-me outfit, she had put on the day before. It wasn't really for Heath, but more for Caitlyn. Heaht would probably just want her naked. She thought about being wrapped in a bow and presented as a gift to Heath. God, Caitlyn was so creative. When the afternoon arrived, she drove over to Caitlyn's and parked her car outside.

"Mistress," Moira said with a smile as she handed over the manila envelope of documents that she had put together. "Your slut is here." She hoped that Heath really did like her body and Caitlyn wasn't just saying it. God, she was going to have sex with her best friend's husband while Caitlyn watched.
 
That night Caitlyn lay thinking about how all of this would play out, Heath
lay beside her and cuddled up, his cock still hard from looking at Moira's
photos, she was happy rather than jealous about it. She thought about what
it would be like to have these two people she loved have sex in front of
her, for her. It was all quite amazing.

In the morning she was still so worked up that as she sat there with Heath
at the breakfast table, she asked Heath to do something crazy for her,
something that she would show Moira when she arrived later in the day. She
laid out the printouts of Moira's photos and she asked Heath to masturbate
for her, to cum all over them, she told him she wanted to see it, she was
feeling so horny, would he please let her see him cum, he happily obliged
and stroked his long thick cock over Moira's faceless photos soon cumming
all over them.

She kissed him goodbye and left the photo's cum covered and all on the
table, she would show Moira how into her he really was.

The photos would be like foreplay for them, for her and Moira that is, she
had had already had her foreplay with Heath by telling him about how he
would fuck this woman for her.

Moira soon arrived and Caitlyn greeted her with a warm hug and a kiss on
the cheek, she smelled and look good, good enough to eat.

"You do look like a sexy bitch" she said giggling and then told her to
follow her into the kitchen.

"I let Heath look at your photos, look what he did to them Moira, he
spilled his cum all over you, I do think you should lick it up" she said
looking at the now cold and gelatine like fluid on the photos. She stood
back and waited to see what Moira would do.

"Once you have cleaned it up we will talk about tonight" she added without
feeling hoping it would sound dominant and sexy.
 
Moira had sat parked for some time before walking up the front step and knocking on Caitlyn's front door. The form fitting black dress she had chosen left nothing to the imagination about her ripe 36EE breasts, 31.5" waist, and 39" child-bearing hips. She was the kind of Rubeneque beauty a man might see in an older 1950s men's magazine or an Old Master's work. Her overflowing curves might not appeal to some men, men who preferred the x-ray figures, size zero figures of the modern super model, but Moira knew a lot of men were drawn to her lush looks. An agent had once pursued her for some time, trying to convince her to do web-site nude modeling, but Moira had been too inhibited to pursue the matter.

When Caitlyn greeted her with a hug and kiss, Moira couldn't help but break into a Sunny smile. Her friend looked years younger and so happy for the first time in almost a year. When Caitlyn called her a sexy bitch," Moira blushed and said almost shyly, "Thank you Mistress."

But then she glanced down at the photographs on the table and gasped. They looked so raw. Moira looked so sexual in them, her breasts if anything seemed bigger than ever. "Shit! She exclaimed feeling aroused and ashamed at the same time and then she saw the white, thick ropey line of what could only be semen, which Caitlyn confirmed almost instantly.

Moira swallowed. Her mouth seemed overflowing with saliva. In a flat tone, Caitlyn told her to clean up the mess her husband had left. Her voice was authoritative and there was no doubt in Moira's mind that this was a command. Her head spun and she suddenly thought about crying. Did her friend really want her to do that?

Momentarily, Moira thought about just walking away. Would a true friend help Cailtlyn path go down this dark route? Shouldn't she say no, let's stop the madness? Was she really going to let Heath fuck her tonight?

Staring at Caitlyn with wide green eyes, Moira bent over and began to lap up the cold, congealed semen. It wasn't pleasant by any means, but when she got done, there were no traces of Heath's cum left. The pictures were damp from Moira's tongue but otherwise clean. Moira then stood in front of Caitlyn and knelt, bowing her head. "Your slut thanks you mistress," she said, giving her body a little shake that had her breasts bobbing like water in the wake of a motorboat. Her body felt warm, alive with a glow from doing this demeaning act. She wished they lived in the ancient past where Caitlyn could have purchased her at a slave auction. Where she'd be collared by some old iron worker and know that her status as slave was real and permanent. But this was quite beautiful for the time, they lived in. She looked up and stuck out her pink tongue. "All gone mistress," she said pertly.
 
She stood aside and waited after she told Moira to lick up the white gooey mess off her printed photos, she thought that maybe now that everything was so much more real that Moira would back out, decide that the fantasy was more exciting than the reality.

Caitlyn thought about the agent a few years prior who pursued Moira, wanting her to pose nude for websites and the like, she was so excited about it, flattered but in the end Moira was just too shy to go through with it. Caitlyn didn't push her though, she was supportive to her friend, Moira posing nude didn't prove any use to her at the time, nor did it excite, although now it probably would.

Moira's body back then wasn't as full and as sexual as it was now, the agent probably would pursue her even harder now, she would make a great porn star, she thought about her huge tits bouncing and flopping around while she was getting hammered from behind by some stud. That stud would be Heath later tonight.

And so she did it, Cait watched as Moira licked up the white gooey fluid, congealed and cold, Cait had tasted Heath's cum before of course, she had swallowed plenty of it, but that was always hot, straight from the source in the heat of passion, what Moira was doing was kind of gross, she cringed and giggled a little as her friend and slave cleaned up the mess, she felt a twinge in her pussy from the power kick.

When her friend had finished her task she thanked her Mistress and stuck out her tongue wiggling her ample body, shaking those titties that aroused and consumed Caitlyn so much.

"Good girl, I will make us some coffee" Cait said as she flicked on the kettle and took out one cup and one dog bowl with the words "Slut Moira" written on the front.

"I thought if you were going to live here you should have your own bowl, I will discuss it with Heath after he fucks you, I think it would be easier for him to accept you here if he saw you as a pet, I mean he might feel weird seeing you locked up in a cage and all, but if he saw you eat and drink from your dog bowls then it would be easier for him to understand, that is ok isn't it slutty?" she asked in that I am not asking kind of way.

She made the coffee and placed her cup on the table and Moira's bowl on the floor.

"After coffee we will look for costumes for you on the net, I would like to sit in your lap while we do this" she said waiting for her friend to get on all fours and lap up the coffee.
 
Moira's green eyes looked frozen when she saw the ceramic dog bowl. It was actually rather elegant with a white and pink floral pattern and a "pink ribbon" that went around the bow with a bow where a name like "Sassy" might appear for a beloved dog. Instead, this had the words, "Slut Moira," where a dog's name would ordinarily go. And then the blows just started to fall, "after he fucks you," "locked up in a cage," "eat and drink from your dog bowl." Her status as pet and being called slutty, it was like she had just gone through a prize fight and all of Caitlyn's latent cruelty had emerged.

Her throat felt tight and she could feel tears fluttering aroudn her eye lashes. She wanted to protest, to cry, to do something as she watched Caitlyn put the bowl on the slut bowl on the floor. Moira stared at Caitlyn as if willing her take it back, to laugh, tell her that it was just a joke.

But know, Caitlyn just stared back telling her that after she finished her coffee, Caitlyn would sit on her lap and choose costumes. The thought of Caitlyn's warmth on her lap was tantalizing. Slowly, Moira dropped to her knees and then crawled over to the bowl, looking up once as if still hoping for absolution. Then she began to lap up the coffee. It wasn't as easy as a person might think and she had little coffee stains on her chin when she got done and there were splashes on the tile floor. Her hearts was pounding when she finally finished and she knew tears stains had marred her masquara. Maybe Caitlyn would say she was sorry, Moira thought.
 
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