Warning: This story deals with themes of humiliation and female-on-female domination.

I recommend reading the previous parts of this story first.

*

Cindy looked at herself in the rear-view mirror of her car, admiring the collar around her neck. It suited her. The constant push on her throat made her feel as if Eleanor was with her. It was odd, but somehow, she felt safer. She smiled at her reflection and considered she looked quite cute.

Her time with Eleanor had gone far too quickly and it was already dark. Tomorrow could not come soon enough. She checked for other cars and saw the cul-de-sac was quiet. Her heart raced and her blood was Hot with thoughts of Eleanor. She slid down in her seat and guided her fingers inside her panties. She had been waiting for this all day. She massaged around her clit and gasped. She spread her fingers into a V for the victory Eleanor had gained over her and rubbed.

She remembered the electricity jolting through her neck, the sway of Eleanor’s buttocks in her skin tight leather, the taste of toilet water, the fear of Jessica’s anger, the money she had spent. Her cum sprayed inside her panties as she squealed. She panted, enjoying the warm sensation her submissiveness had given her. ‘Thank you,’ she muttered as if Eleanor could hear her through the collar.

She looked over at the tall hedgerow that guarded Eleanor’s estate against unworthy eyes and sighed longingly. What might happen if she was to crawl back to the gate and beg to be allowed to stay? She shook her head and slapped across her cheek. No, it was wrong. She had a family; responsibilities.

She turned the key in the ignition and her crappy engine spurted into life. How was she going to hide her collar from her husband and daughter? She would have to sneak inside and find a scarf before they saw her.

*

Pete was home. The lights were on in the living room but the upstairs seemed dark. If she were lucky, Sarah would be working a late shift at Burger King. All Cindy had to do was get rid of her husband for a few minutes. She parked away from the house and texted Pete, knowing he was unlikely to answer a call from a number he didn’t recognize. Cindy had never once thought to share her new number with her family. Eleanor had been the only one who had mattered.

-Hi, honey, I’m on my way. Do you want to go get take out for dinner? Whatever you like. I’ll be home soon.

She waited for a response, biting her nails. After a couple of minutes, her phone buzzed back.

-You got a new number?

-I lost my old one. Bought this one today. Are you going out for food or what?

-You have the car.

Cindy sighed and dialed his number. It took a few rings for him to answer.

‘Pete,’ she said, ‘I’m tired. I’ve been working all day. I don’t want to stop anywhere. I just want to get home.’

‘I’ll wait till you’re back and go out then.’

‘Pete!’ she said, unable to control the impatience in her tone, ‘can’t you do this one thing for me? Wendy’s is literally just 2 blocks away.’

‘Fine, let me finish watching this.’

She listened to Pete’s heavy breathing down the line and knew she would have to control herself if she had any hope of having him leave. She was not Eleanor. She did not have the charisma to simply make people do what she said.

‘Please, honey,’ she said softly, hoping to gain his sympathy. ‘I’ve had a really hard day. Please go now. You can get me the chicken salad.’

‘A salad?’

‘Yes, Pete a salad,’ she snapped, forgetting her patience immediately. Pete had that effect on her.

‘Alright. Got sand in your Vagina?’

She removed the phone from her ear and took a moment to compose herself before responding. ‘I’m sorry, Pete. I’m just exhausted,’ she said as sickeningly sweet as she could manage. ‘I would like to try a salad.’

‘Alright, give me a sec. I’m going.’

‘Thank you.’ She disconnected before giving him a chance to say anything else.

She waited far longer than the second he had claimed for him to finally come waddling out the front door. She ducked behind her steering wheel and peeked over the top as she watched him disappear down the road. It was no wonder the idea of a salad was so shocking to him. The only greenery he ate was relished on his greasy burgers.

When it seemed safe, she slowly drove up to the house. Pete had left the door unlocked. She opened it a crack and looked around for any sign of Sarah. It seemed clear. She entered and rushed upstairs. She reached her bedroom door and had her hand gripped on the handle when she heard the flush of the toilet. The bathroom door opened and Sarah stepped out, turning off the light. Cindy froze like a weasel in the headlights.

‘Mom?’ said Sarah, furrowing her brow, ‘um, what’s that around your neck?’

Cindy gripped the leather and pulled absentmindedly as if only now noticing it for the first time. She laughed, more anxiously than she had intended. ‘Oh, this? I’m just trying something. Do you like it?’

Sarah blinked at her. ‘That’s a dog collar, Mom.’

‘Oh, Sarah,’ she said, desperately trying to think of a way out of it. ‘Don’t be silly.’

If only Sarah had spent 20 more seconds in the bathroom. Why was fate tormenting her like this? Why couldn’t Sarah have been out with friends like a normal 19-year-old? Because she didn’t have any friends. She had always been shy and awkward, easy prey for the confident, outgoing girls. Cindy had hoped for better for her daughter, but as it turned out, Sarah was just like her mom: destined for a life of mediocrity. Cindy blamed herself for failing to prepare Sarah properly for the hardship of life. Still, she was a good girl and Cindy loved her more than anything.

‘Mom?’

‘It’s just a choker. I heard they’re fashionable. Alternative fashion they call it I think.’

‘So, like steampunk?’

Cindy smiled, relieved to have gotten away with it. ‘Yes, exactly. I Love steampunk.’

‘What’s steampunk, Mom?’

A good girl who asked too many questions. ‘Don’t you have better things to do than question my fashion choices, Sarah?’

Sarah shrugged.

‘Fine, I guess I’ll just wear a scarf instead. Happy now?’

‘Why do you need to wear anything around your neck?’

‘Because,’ she said, spitting with frustration, ‘just once in my life I want to feel special.’ She wasn’t sure where that outburst came from. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘I’m really tired, Sarah.’

‘It’s OK, Mom. I’m sorry too. You know you’re always special to me, right?’

Cindy smiled at her. She was a good girl who deserved a better role model than Cindy. She needed a mother like Eleanor. Eleanor would never have raised a timid girl to be pushed around and bullied. It was inconceivable that Jessica or Alison would ever be targeted the way Sarah had. It was hard to believe Sarah was the same age as Jessica. It was awful to admit, but Cindy knew Jessica was the objectively better person. Just like Eleanor was better than herself.

Sarah continued. ‘And I think you look cute, for what it’s worth.’

Cindy smiled. ‘Do you really think so?’

Sarah nodded and approached to give her a hug. Cindy squeezed her close. Sarah would be the best Sarah she could be and Cindy would be proud of anything she achieved. It was useless to try and compare her to Jessica or anyone else. Sarah was special because she was Sarah and Cindy would always Love her.

‘Your father is bringing in food. I think I’m going to take this silly collar off. I’m too old for steampunk anyway, right?’

‘Oh, Mom. You can wear anything you like if it makes you happy. I think Dad might be confused by it, though.’

Cindy laughed. ‘Alright, honey. Let me get changed.’

Sarah kissed her cheek and headed downstairs. Cindy entered the bedroom she shared with Pete and checked herself in the standing mirror. Even Sarah admitted she looked cute in a collar. It seemed a shame to hide it with a scarf, but Sarah was right, Pete would never understand.

*

Cindy sat with her family across a small kitchen table on an uncomfortable wooden chair. She watched Pete shovel his cheeseburger into his maw and wondered how she had ever let him kiss her with that mouth. She nibbled on her salad, aware it was a pathetic imitation of what she had served Eleanor and Jessica earlier in the day. She sighed without thinking.

‘What’s up with you?’ said Pete with his mouth full.

‘Nothing,’ she said.

Sarah picked at her fries. ‘I like your scarf, Mom.’

Cindy smiled at her.

‘Oh yeah,’ said Pete, ‘why you wearing that?’

She glared at him. Had he just noticed? She needn’t have bothered trying to hide her collar. He wouldn’t have noticed even if she had drawn luminous arrows on it. ‘I thought it looked nice.’

Pete laughed. ‘Since when did you care about that?’

She slid her food away and got up from the table.

‘That’s all you’re eating?’ said Pete.

‘Go ahead and finish it if you want.’

‘I’m not eating a salad.’

‘Well, maybe you fucking should once in a while.’

Pete held his cheeseburger in his grip and stared at her, speechless.

‘Mom?’ said Sarah, ‘is everything okay?’

Cindy smiled at her. ‘Fine, honey. I’m getting an early night, though. Excuse me.’

‘You had an early night last night,’ said Pete.

‘Well, I’m still tired,’ she said without looking back, leaving her family staring in bewilderment at the back of her head.

Her attack on Pete felt good. Just a couple of days ago she would never have spoken up like that. This could only have been the influence of Eleanor. She climbed the stairs feeling more confident than she had in forever.

She crawled into bed, under the sheets, and dreamed of Eleanor. It had been the most exhilarating 48-hours of her life. She had to continue to work hard to prove to Eleanor she was worth having around. She could never return to her normal life again now. A life without Eleanor was meaningless. She started to play with her clit, terrified to discover how low she could sink.

*

It was impossible to sleep with Pete snoring like a motorbike next to her. She watched the covers over his gut rising and falling. She had never been less attracted to him. At least he showed no interest in Sex anymore. She knew he got his satisfaction from watching Porn. She was glad of it. The thought of his touch revolted her. Why had she married him? Because he asked her? Because she thought she couldn’t do better? Because she thought she wanted to live a normal life instead of pining after her high school obsession? If not for Sarah, the last 25 years would have been a waste.

She looked at her phone and saw the time was 3:22. The idea that she could just close her eyes and be instantly teleported to tomorrow was long since gone.

A crash outside the window made her bolt upright. She nudged Pete to try and wake him but he was oblivious, as usual. She sighed at him and clambered out of bed. She peeked through a gap in the curtains to look down at their dirt driveway to see a lanky figure wearing a black hoody wielding a baseball bat. Her eyes widened as the figure cracked the bat down against her car’s windshield, shattering glass.

She reached for her phone to dial 911 when she caught sight of the figure’s face. The large glasses and permanent flush gave her away at once. Emily. The girl who had downed Cindy’s spit. Cindy watched in disbelief as Emily jabbed the bat into the wing mirror, cracking more glass.

Cindy knew should stop her. Emily was not Alison. She was a meek, awkward girl, not unlike Sarah. She would certainly run away if confronted. And yet…Cindy continued to observe her, mesmerized. Was this Emily’s revenge? Cindy would deserve it after her role in her degradation. She suddenly felt better about the whole affair. It was as if they were even now.

Emily continued until every window was covered in spider webs of broken glass. She moved to a zip bag on the ground and removed a can of yellow spray paint. She shook it and began to spray slurs over the paintwork. ‘Whore,’ ‘bitch,’ ‘slut,’ ‘loser,’ ‘cunt.’ She felt a tingle as she silently watched her car being destroyed as if her Pussy agreed with the insults.

Emily tossed the can back in the bag and opened a flip knife. She stabbed it several times into each of the tires. Cindy admired her thoroughness. Emily picked up her bag and began to take pictures. Cindy’s skin prickled as she realized that Emily was not after revenge at all, she was obeying Alison’s instructions.

Emily wouldn’t have had the self-esteem to concoct a plan like this alone. She wouldn’t even have known where Cindy lived. Only Alison could have known that by tracking Cindy through the collar. Cindy shivered. Alison would know she was home right now. She was hoping Cindy would see it all. Did she know Cindy would just stand and watch like a wimp? Did she want her to challenge Emily? Did it really matter? Alison would have found it fun either way.

Emily waited a moment longer than she should before making her escape as if awaiting permission from Alison before running. Cindy hoped she would get away. She knew it would be difficult enough for a girl like that to succeed in life without a criminal record to her name. Although, she imagined Alison would get a good laugh out of her arrest.

Cindy closed the curtain and looked back at Pete. The slob had snored through the whole thing. He would be in for a shock when he finally awoke. Served him right. It served them both right.

*

Pete patrolled the car, red-faced and sweaty, ranting about those “damned kids.” Cindy rolled her eyes at his attempts at being macho. The car was ruined and they had no insurance against vandalism. There was nothing to be done but sell it for scrap. It was no great loss.

‘Have you called the cops yet?’ said Pete.

‘Of course,’ she lied.

She had no intention of ever calling them. The last thing Cindy wanted was for Emily to get into trouble. Emily would be unlikely to spend jail time, but still, it was doubtful a girl like that would do well in jail even if just for a few days. And what if Emily told the cops what Cindy had done to her? Even if it was consensual, the embarrassment of having to explain herself was too much. It wasn’t as if she could deny it. Alison and Lucy both held video footage.

‘Then what did they say?’ said Pete.

Cindy sighed. She was sick of this. It was stealing time away from Eleanor. ‘They’re looking into it. But I doubt they can do anything. There aren’t any witnesses. Anyway, I’ll let you know.’

‘What does that mean?’

‘I have to work, Pete,’ she lied again, ‘I’m calling a cab.’

‘We can’t afford cab fare back and forth. Can’t you take the bus?’

‘No, Pete. I’m not taking the fucking bus You’ll have to figure out how to be a man and get us a new car. We’ve been needing one for years.’

She knew they had no money to buy anything. Especially after the debt she had accumulated for Eleanor. But she didn’t care. She just wanted to get to Eleanor as quickly as possible. She waited until Pete had stormed back inside, cursing at the injustice, before she called the cab. Another day of blissful service awaited her and her Pussy tingled with impatience.

*

Cindy stopped first at Delicacé to buy coffees. She felt it was important to show Jessica she had learned her lesson about caffeine doses. The barista remembered her as Eleanor’s housekeeper and understood the importance of the order. Cindy remembered to tip her 50% again. The warm rush of added debt was like a drug.

The cab driver gave her a strange look when she requested her next stop as Paradise Hills. She told him she was working as a housekeeper at one of the mansions and he seemed satisfied with her reasoning. It was a white lie. She was working as a housekeeper, just without getting paid. If anything, she was paying Eleanor for the privilege. What was her total sum now? She crossed her legs to kill the urge to play with her arousal as she calculated her insurmountable losses.

She asked to be dropped off a little way from Eleanor’s estate. She was unworthy of convenience. She walked up the sidewalk and halted as she saw Emily standing outside Eleanor’s gilded gates. She carried two designer backpacks across her shoulders no doubt belonging to Alison and Lucy. She blushed and glanced to her feet as she caught sight of Cindy staring at her. Cindy gulped. She knew it was up to her to say something. She was the grown woman.

‘Hello,’ she said as she approached. ‘Emily, wasn’t it?’

Emily’s shoulders rose as if trying to hide behind them. She was tall but gangly and her ill-fitting clothing did not help her appearance. What chance did she have around girls like Alison and Lucy?

‘Look,’ said Cindy as warmly as she could, ‘I owe you an apology for what happened yesterday. It was wrong for me to do that.’

Emily blinked at her from behind her thick lenses.

‘I want you to know that I don’t blame you for anything. It is okay. You don’t need to worry. I’m not pressing charges.’

Emily visibly swallowed and opened her mouth as if to speak when the gates slowly opened. Cindy looked over at Eleanor’s mansion, gleaming in the morning sunshine like an ancient marble palace, and saw a rose-pink Porsche convertible heading towards them along the driveway. Alison’s blonde hair waved in the breeze. Her personalized license plate read ALISON2. Emily paled.

Alison pulled up alongside them and stared at them both through her oversized pink framed Bulgari Serpenti sunglasses. Her bubble gum showed between her perfect white teeth as she smiled at them, dimpling her cheeks adorably. Her large breasts filled the form-fitting baby pink tank top that was tucked into her designer jean shorts.

‘So,’ she said, ‘how are my two favorite losers this morning?’

Cindy felt honored. Alison really considered her a favorite? ‘Really good, Miss Alison,’ she said, ‘I have a coffee for you.’ She tried to ignore Emily’s perplexed stare.

‘What is it?’

‘Honey vanilla latte, Miss?’ said Cindy, curtseying.

‘Fine. I guess I’ll take it.’

Cindy smiled. ‘Thank you, Miss.’

Alison took a sip and placed it in her drink holder. ‘Hey. bitch,’ she said to Emily. ‘Did you finish my homework?’

‘Yes, Alison’ she mumbled.

‘And you wash and iron my gym clothes?’

‘Yes, Alison,’ she mumbled.

‘Alright,’ said Alison, pressing a button on her dashboard and opening the trunk. ‘Hurry up and get in. I’m blaming you if we’re late picking up Lucy.’

Emily shuffled to the rear of the car and placed the bags in the trunk first before she clambered inside, curling into a fetal position. Alison pressed the button again and the trunk closed, locking Emily inside like a coffin.

Cindy stared dumbly.

‘Where’s your car anyway loser?’ said Alison nonchalantly as though having a girl in the trunk of her car was the most normal thing in the world.

Cindy flushed. ‘Oh, um, I think I’ll be needing a replacement soon, Miss.’

Alison giggled.

‘Um, Miss?’ said Cindy, apologetically, ‘do you think it’s safe for her to ride in your trunk like that?’

Alison lowered her sunglasses and stared, challenging Cindy’s right to speak without being spoken to.

Cindy shrank. ‘It’s just that, um, what if there’s an accident?’

‘Are you saying I’m an unsafe driver?’

‘No, no, Miss. Not at all. I’m sure you’re a wonderful driver. But accidents can still happen?’

‘Stop being such a fucking wimp. We ride to school like this every day. She’s fine.’

Cindy gulped and curtsied. ‘Yes, Miss Alison. I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re right.’

‘Of course, I’m right. Now open your mouth.’

Cindy did as she said, feeling the excitement pumping in her heart. Alison slipped the gum from her mouth and shoved it inside Cindy’s. It held a faint taste of strawberry.

‘Swallow it.’

Cindy sucked it down her throat.

‘You’re such a fucking loser.’

‘Thank you, Miss.’

Alison giggled and pressed her foot down on the pedal. She sped away, spraying Cindy in her exhaust, and disappeared down the road, gathering speed.