Doomsday Trickery

"You.." she momentarily let her frustration out and then said, "Ok, you've made your point. Ass. Bye. Love you."

"Love you too," and then more laughter as she hung up the phone.

She returned to find Christy kneeling exactly where she'd left her. Her head was down and she was so still Lauren almost thought she wasn't even breathing. She spoke, "I'm sorry Christy, it's ok. I kinda lost my head for a bit and I needed to talk to Mark. We need to talk."

"Ok," Christy said in a quiet voice.

The first question Lauren asked was, "Why me?"

"You've always been kind to me even when I was rather nasty to you trying to convert you to my religion. I care about you a lot. I trust you. A lot of people aren't really very nice even though they act nice toward you when they want something. It's hard to tell when someone wants you because they care, or if they just want to use you without regard for your well being. And I know you aren't like that. And I love you."

"Well, what about a nice man?"

"I don't like men."

"Huh?"

"I never have. All the girls in my church love their husbands, but I never wanted one. I didn't know why until I met you."

"Can I please have a drink?"

Lauren handed her a glass and grabbed one for herself.

"Well, get up. Let's go back to the living room and talk."

"Can I please bring the contract?"

Laurens eyes widened. "Fine. But I'm not signing it until we talk."

"Thank you," Christy said with a little more cheer in her voice. The hope that it was possible that Lauren would sign lifted her spirit. She hit print on the computer and tried to stand as the printer spat out the contract but she found her legs had fallen asleep as she knelt. She fell and spilled her drink on her blouse. Lauren quickly helped her to sit on the bed as she suddenly realized just how long Christy had been kneeling there.

As she arranged her friend on the bed she couldn't help but admire what was showing through her friends wet blouse. It clung to her and revealed her generous cleavage. Lauren wet her lips as she stared.

"Let's get this wet blouse off you," She said reaching for the hem. Christy pulled away and said "No. Not unless you sign. Not unless you own me."

"You're willing to be my slave and do anything and everything I want, but you won't take off your top unless I own you? How does that make sense?"

"I'm a good Christian girl. I can't do those things. But if you own me, then it's your right as my owner."

Lauren rolled her eyes and shook her head. "If you say so dear."

She grabbed the printed contract and helped Christy to her feet and led her to the living room where the bright overhead light showed her more of Christy's charms through her drenched blouse. Christy saw where she was looking and she blushed beet red. And if Lauren wasn't mistaken, did she hear a whimper out of her?

Christy asked, "My drink got spilled, may I please have some more?"

"Of course," Lauren answered, "I'll get you some..." but Christy interrupted.

"No please let me get it. And I'll get you some too. Isn't a slave supposed to serve her Mistress?"

"I haven't agreed to anything yet."

"Well, the end of the world is only a week and a bit away. Would loving me for that short time be so bad?"

Lauren shook her head but Christy didn't see as she had turned to go into the kitchen.

Christy returned with two full drinks. She put one down on the floor and knelt before Lauren who had taken a seat on the couch and reached up and handed it to her with both hands on the glass. She's done some research if she knows to do that, Lauren thought to herself. She had never seriously gotten into that lifestyle, but sometimes she had wondered if it was only because she never found somoene she wanted in that way. But Christy's behaviour was appealing to her.

"Thank you," she said absently as she thought back. Christy had always had a knack for being caring and considerate. But looking back with this new understanding of her friend as a lens, she realized that much of Christy's behaviour could be interpreted as a form of service. She stared down at her friend almost as if seeing her for the first time. Her pussy twinged and she felt her desire for the kneeling girl.

"Sweetheart, as much as I wish I could take you up on this, you're drunk, and it wouldn't be kind of me to take advantage of you...." she didn't get to finish as Christy interrupted with her frustration and hurt evident in her voice.

"I'm not as thunk as you drink I am!" She declared angrily. "I've been thinking about this for a long time Lauren. But I'll make you a deal. Let's sign it, and if in the morning you see that I feel regret over it because you've somehow taken advantage of me, you can rip it up and we can forget the whole thing."

"And if not?" Lauren asked softly.

"Then you own me until the world ends." Christy said happily.

Her frustration got the better of her and Lauren threw up her hands. "Fine!" She said. "If you want to throw sense out the window until you come back to it then give me the damned contract."

Christy held her eyes down as she handed it and a pen to Lauren, but there was a smile on her face.

Lauren took the contract and gave it only a cursory glance before grabbing the pen and signing her name and dating it on the two indicated lines. She handed it to Christy who smiled happily as she did the same. Then she ran out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Lauren asked.

"When there is a contract between people then all parties involved have to have a copy right Mistress?"

Lauren rolled her eyes again, but couldn't argue. Christy was too much.

Christy came back and handed the original back to Lauren and Lauren asked, "And where is your copy?"

"I left it on my bed Mistress. I want to frame it and hang it on the wall over my bed. Is that ok?"

Lauren laughed. Then she had an idea that was sure to make her messed up friend change her mind.

She said, "Actually that gives me an idea slave. Why don't we make a third copy and hang it here in the living room. Right over there where it will be plain for everyone to see that you are mine."

Christy blushed but said, "As you wish Mistress."

She quickly went and made a third copy and returned a short time later with a copy mounted in a picture frame with a glass front to protect it from dust.

"If I may be allowed to get another picture frame when we go out Mistress, I was going to use this one to hang my copy in my room."

"Sure hon," Lauren shook her head again. This seemed so out of character for her friend. Oh well, she thought, she'll wake up tomorrow and feel very differently. Hopefully we'll be able to laugh it off and go on as we were before.

"Will you hang it Mistress?" her friend asked, interrupting her thoughts. "I'm not good with tools."

Playing along, Lauren agreed, and in a few minutes the contract was hanging on the wall behind the sofa where she thought it would surely embarrass Christy in the morning.

Lauren turned around and found Christy naked, and kneeling on the floor with her clothes set to one side. Lauren's breath caught in her throat. Oh fuck, I am ever going to make her pay for this, Lauren thought to herself. This is ridiculous. I am soooo freaking aroused right now. She decided to let some of that frustration out.

"Christy, I swear, when we wake up tomorrow and you are embarrassed about all this, I am going ot make you pay for how aroused I am right now."

"Would you like to have your slave lick your pussy then Mistress?" Christy blushed hard but she had apparently meant it because she started to crawl toward her on her hands and knees.

"Stay!" Lauren ordered and Christy froze in place.

"Sweetheart, I am giving you tonight to sober up and change your mind. Tomorrow when you are hung over and embarrassed and have changed your mind we can have a good laugh together and then sort things out."

"Awww. As you wish Mistress." Christy said with her disappointment plainly evident. Then she looked up and blushed as she asked, "May I please masturbate then Mistress? I'm really horny."

Lauren looked at her sharply. Ok, she thought, I'll give her one more thing to regret in the morning. Making me this sexually frustrated is going to have consequences.

"Fine," she said, "But I'm going to record you doing it on video."

Christy blushed, but a slight whimper told Lauren that she liked the idea. Shaking her head Lauren got her phone out of her purse and turned it on. "Ok slave, go," she ordered.

Christy blushed hard, but quickly lay back on the floor and started touching her pussy. She was hesitant at first but as her fingers explored herself she found confidence in her explorations.

Lauren just had to twist her a little. "I thought good girls didn't do things like this?"

"I'm not a good girl anymore Mistress. I'm a slave."

"Are you telling me you've never done this?"

"No Mistress, I tried once, " she moaned, "but my mother caught me so I never did it again....I've wanted to though," she added.

Lauren decided not to ruin her friends moment with what might be painful questions. That could wait until morning when she would have to fix this mess.

She found herself getting extremely aroused as she watched Christy's self exploration. She wanted so much to join her on the floor. But her integrity, (or was it something else? a nagging voice in her head asked quietly), wouldn't let her. She stared at the girls pussy that looked like it had never even been trimmed. She wondered what it would look like shaved. It might very well be a very pretty pussy. She shook her head at her thoughts as it was only a short time before Christy began to shake and and moan and whimper. She had the cutest little whimper. "Oh Mistress I'm cumming.Ohhhhhhhhh."

Laurens cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard as Christy lay completely exposed on the floor for a few moments and then crawled on her hands and knees to Lauren and began kissing her feet. "Thank you Mistress, thank you," she said between kisses.

Lauren kept the video running and let Christy make a fool of herself for quite a few long moments until she decided she had enough video and stuff to make Christy understand the mess they were now in.

But though she put down the camera phone, she sat there and, (enjoyed? or was it relished?) the attention her friend was giving her feet.

Finally she decided it was enough and got up. "Ok my friend, it's time for bed. We can talk about this all in the morning."

"Yes Mistress," Christy replied and followed Lauren to her room, leaving her clothes in a bundle on the living room floor

"Just where do you think you're going?" Lauren asked.

Christy looked downhearted and softly said, "I know that a slave doesn't always get to sleep where she wants Mistress, but can I please sleep with you tonight?"

"Waking up naked in my bed will certainly be educational for her," Lauren thought. "Fine. But we are sleeping. Nothing else."

Christy's smile was like the sunshine. "Yes Mistress," she said happily.

Lauren decided not to totally humiliate her in the morning and reached into her closet for something to wear to bed. She decided on a low cut spaghetti strap silk night dress that clung to her body and caressed her curves. It reached to just a third of the way down her thigh exposing a lot of leg. She had never worn it before as she had been saving it for a special occasion. It didn't occur to her to stop and ask herself why she chose to wear it.

She pulled the covers back and lay down. Christy was standing there looking like a little girl at Christmas. She patted the bed and Christy nearly jumped into it. Christy put her head on Laurens shoulder and draped her arm across Lauren's chest and whispered, "Good night Mistress."

"Good night Christy," She replied.

She was very aware of Christy's arm laying on her chest. Each intake of breath caused slight movement of her arm teasing Laurens breasts. Her nipples were poking up clearly through the thin night dress. She sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Christy was apparently soon fast asleep. Lauren however had no such luck. Torn between her desire and her responsibility as Christy's friend, she pushed away all the lustful thoughts that begged to be considered.

She lay there a long while. Christy was a sound sleeper and didn't move at all. But Lauren was restless. As she became more and more fatigued she came out of a bit of a daze and found that she had turned her head toward Christy. She could smell her roommate's breath, and her scent as well as remnants of a lovely perfume that clung to her and she could even detect the powdery scent of Christy's deodorant.

She turned her head the other way in frustration. Some time later she fell asleep as exhaustion overcame her dilemna.

She was having a lovely dream about an exotic, beautiful lover. The lover was doing wonderful things to her when she started coming out of her fog. She was very aroused.

Her pussy felt wonderful, her lover was a very dedicated pussy licker, and she moaned and sighed as she opened her eyes.

But the feeling didn't go away. Surprised she looked down and found Christy between her legs hungrily doing her best to please her. The events of the night before came back to her in a rush but she was too far gone to care. Fuck it, she thought, and lay back and enjoyed her friends mouth.

She obviously didn't have a lot of experience, but the touch of her mouth put a fire in Lauren's belly that begged to be fueled and she moaned. She got closer and closer to orgasm, and after a moments hesitation took Christy's head in her two hands and helped guide the girls tongue so that within a few more moments her cries filled the room and she spilled over into lala land. Christy didn't stop licking and Lauren's orgasm stretched across the long seconds and she whipped her head from side to side as her body trembled and her orgasm crested. Finally she pushed Christy away and lay there for a few moments just feeling wonderful. Then reality stepped in and she asked herself, "So what do I do now?"

She opened her eyes and saw Christy still between her legs looking up at her with a smile on her face. "What was that about hmmmm?" She asked.

"It's in the contract Mistress. 'The slave must wake her Mistress every morning by licking her pussy.'"

:Lauren's eyes widened. "Oh really?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I guess I should have at least read it before signing," she sighed. "I take it you don't have regrets."

Christy smiled. "No Mistress...." and she hesitated.

"Spit it out. I want nothing but the truth from you."

"Yes Mistress. It's just that I wish we could have, uhm, you know, last night."

Lauren sighed inwardly. "I guess I own a girl," she thought. "At least until the end of the world doesn't come."

She shook her head. "You sure are something."

Christy smiled and asked, "Would you like breakfast Mistress?"

Giving in Lauren nodded her head. Christy smiled and left the room and the rear view of her attractive roommate turned slave was just as pleasing as the rest of her. Lauren sighed.

After a few minutes she put on a robe and joined Christy in the kitchen. The girl was still completely naked and standing a bit back from the stove as bacon sizzled in one pan and two eggs cooked in a second. Lauren had a look and there didn't seem to be a lot of food. "We aren't out of breakfast foods already are we?"

"No Mistress."

"Well, how come you're making so little?"

"This is for you Mistress."

"Well what about you?"

"In my research I learned that slaves eat after their owners and only when their other duties permit Mistress."

"Well from now on unless I say otherwise you are to eat with me. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress," Christy smiled and added more eggs and bacon to the pans.

"You're really serious about all of this aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Why?"

"Because I've had these urges since long before I met you Mistress."

"Really? But yet, you never even masturbated."

"No Mistress."

"How did you handle it?"

"I prayed."

"Did it help?"

"I prayed a lot."

Laurens eyes widened again at that and she laughed with real humour. Her new girlfriend, well, slave, she corrected herself, was full of surprises.

"Well, slave, where do we go from here?"

"Wherever you want Mistress, it's only till the end of the world."

Afraid of offending her girls very touchy religious weirdness and offending her greatly, Lauren let that pass without comment. She would just have to wait till the day after the appointed day to have that conversation. But what to do with her until then? Her mind suggested several things at once and she looked hungrily at the naked girl cooking breakfast. Fine! She almost yelled at herself in her thoughts. I'm not turning her out of bed after all of this. I'm going to have my fun. Her heart sang despite her irritation with herself.

She smiled at Christy. "You look really good naked."

She could almost hear Christy blush and the girl replied, "Thank you Mistress."

"But I noticed last night that your pussy hasn't been trimmed in a while."

"It's never been trimmed Mistress. I didn't touch myself there because I was afraid I'd give in to sinful thoughts."

"Well, as you said last night. Now you're a slave. I want you to shave that pussy completely bald after breakfast."

"Yes Mistress."

She watched Christy as she cooked and her mind drew lustful scenario's. Her eyes followed every movement of Christy's body, every ripple of her smooth skin. Christy flinched as the bacon splattered and Lauren wondered for a moment if she should tell her to put an apron on. Her naughty thoughts suggested something else instead. she said, "Don't stand so far away from the stove, you'll burn breakfast."

"Yes Mistress," Christy agreed and gingerly got closer to the stove. Lauren's pussy twitched. She watched silently as every few seconds Christy flinched or jumped

Lauren was lost in her admiration of her girlfriend, (property, the nagging voice whispered,) and it seemed like breakfast was soon ready.

Christy two hand served her plate arranged her fork and knife beside the plate on a folded napkin. She then poured Lauren a coffee and made it just the way she liked it. Then hesitantly she asked, "Do you want me to kneel on the floor to eat Mistress?"

Lauren shook her head in surprise and said "No eat at the table with me." Then as her mind filled with those thoughts again she added, "Maybe you can kneel to eat on the floor another time."

"Yes Mistress," Christy said happily and brought her own breakfast to the table.

They ate in silence and Lauren couldn't help but stare and admire Christy's naked body.

Christy for her part blushed when she saw the way Lauren was looking at her, but ate in silence, glancing up every few seconds to see Lauren watching her with a raw hunger in her eyes.

When they were done, Christy stood and cleared the table. Then she left the room. Lauren finally had time to get her brain in order without the constant lust for her roommate, (slave, her mind insisted). Christy obviously wanted this. She obviously wasn't unhappy about it. She wasn't at all regretful as Lauren had expected. She seemed to be revelling in her situation. As weird as all this was, Christy seemed more carefree and well, happier, than Lauren had ever seen her.

A few minutes later Christy came back and she stood close to Lauren and said, "Mistress, I have shaved my pussy as ordered. Have I done it to your satisfaction?"

Lauren came out of her thoughts and gave her girls pussy a good look. She had been right. Christy had a pretty pussy. Without any hair at all it reminded Lauren of how she herself had looked before puberty. She imagined Christy in that same stage. Then getting hair, and apparently lustful thoughts that she had somehow been made to feel were wrong. Then her absolute self denial for years, until she could figure out a way for her to be herself, and believe what she'd been taught. Damn, Lauren thought, she really wants this. And, a tiny voice in her heart said, so do I. Fine! She's MINE! At least until the world doesn't end and Christy wants to go back to the way things were. So. What to do now?