Chapter XVIII

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CHAPTER XVIII Making Arrangements

Carol drove home feeling she had experienced more than her fair share of guilty
pleasure. She had dutifully drained the boy, Tommy, into the condom Miss Karen
had supplied for the purpose. She knotted it at the top and saved it as proof
that she had performed her assigned task. Tommy was young, though, and Carol
was able to make him hard again, this time for herself. Though not nearly as
volumous as his first orgasm, she did feel very satified to have fresh cum
coating the back of her throat. She couldn't explain her obsession with it, but
she loved it and wanted more and more. Of course, she had allowed Tommy to take
a few liberties with her. He had gotten a couple of fingers into her and found
that she was more than ready to hump his hand while she sucked his cock. She
came twice before it was all over. In the end, Carol knew she had impressed
upon him how very important it would be for him to come up with ten friends for
her to suck. He certainly would want more of what he had gotten tonight.

She expected to have to wait in position outside her own door before Miss Karen
would allow her in. But, only three or four minutes passed before the door
opened and she was waved inside. Miss Karen held her hand out, and Carol knew
what she wanted. She placed the filled condom in Miss Karen's hand and was
rewarded with a smile. That was nice. Carol never knew quite what to expect.
She hoped the reward Miss Karen had mentioned earlier would be pleasant. It
wasn't beyond her to turn a reward into some sort of cruel trick. Carol still
feared her, and she feared being slapped. She was told to strip, which only
took a second given that all she wore was the shorts and tube top. She assumed
her position and waited while Miss Karen took the condom in the direction of the
kitchen.

Carol was then directed into the living room and placed in a kneeling position
on the coffee table, facing the couch. Miss Karen assembled a few things,
placing them around the table in different locations. Carol was afraid to look,
knowing she would either be disappointed or frightened by what she might see.
She was able to steal a glance here and there at Miss Karen, who was wearing a
nice little sundress that looked comfortable and cool. It wasn't the sort of
thing Carol was used to seeing her in, and it made her seem a little less
intimidating.

Finally, when everything must have been in place, Miss Karen stood directly in
front of Carol. She reached forward and touched Carol just under her chin,
raising her face up until they made eye contact. Her eyes were so piercing,
Carol thought. Like she knew every answer before the question was asked.

"You will keep constant eye contact with me until told otherwise. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered nervously.

"We need to update your rules and establish your role so that we can begin to
thoroughly train you to ensure you perform in a satisfactory way." Karen began.

Carol wanted to lower her eyes. It was so difficult to keep eye contact with
her. It just didn't seem right. It wasn't natural.

"Until now, you have been wallowing around in an undisciplined way, trying to
get yourself fucked and being constantly supervised or bound otherwise. I have
not been able to trust you to do exactly what you have been told. At first you
felt you had no choice and did certain things to protect your reputation and
prevent others from emotional distress. Now, though, I think you have fully
accepted that you are a natural whore and know that you would probably allow
yourself to be a cock hound the rest of your worthwhile days, if you were left
to your own devices."

Tears welled up in Carol's eyes. The words were true, but she didn't want to
have to admit it. Not even to herself. She could see that Miss Karen was
reading her without asking questions.

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