"Okay, first, get rid of those ghastly clothes, I can't stand the sight of them." she said, gesturing to what was left of the clothing on my body. I quickly took my shirt off but hesitated when I came to taking off my bra. A low growl sounded in the back of her throat and I quickly shed that too. Now I was standing completely naked in front of her.
"Good. Now, I have a proposition for you. You will be my slave, do anything I ask you to, when I ask you to do it. Meaning, whenever you are in this house, you are naked and collared, doing whatever my bidding is. This weekend, you won't be collared as it is just a taster to see if you like it but on Sunday, before I take you home, I will give you your collar. Understand?" I gaped at her. She wanted me to be her sex slave? There were many things I would do for her to get her to keep my reputation clean but this was too much.
"And if I decide I don't want to be your slave?" I challenged. Staring her down.
"I will tell everyone about your slutty ways. Either way, you will be my slave. Because you enjoy it and it's what you really want to be, or because you want to protect your precious reputation." She smirked at me. I knew there was no way out of this, at least for this weekend so I sighed and nodded.
"Fine. I'll be your slave." I muttered, looking at the floor.
"What was that?" I could hear the smile in Quinn's voice. I raised my head and looked at her defiantly.
"I said I will be your slave."
"Good girl. Now, go upstairs and wait for me in the third room on the left." she instructed, I turned to go but her hand on my arm stopped me.
"Crawl, slut. Be the filthy little bitch you are." I dropped to my knees and began to crawl towards the stairs. I could feel her watching me and I honestly felt as dirty as she was telling me I was. Maybe I was just a little slut who enjoyed being spanked. As I waited in what was clearly Quinn's bedroom, sitting on the bed, I thought about what was happening. Even if I did somehow manage to squirm my way out of being her salve, she would still have the events of this weekend to use as blackmail against me. Suddenly she appeared in the doorway.
"What do you think you're doing, slut? You don't get to be on my bed unless I say so!" she screeched. I pushed myself off the bed and stood in front of her.
"On your knees, you little whore, hands behind your back, head down. This is kneeling at attention. When I am talking to you, you will kneel at attention, understood?"
"Yes, Miss Fabray."
"Right, that has to change too. When I ask you a question, for example, Do you understand?, you would answer 'Yes, Miss Fabray, this filthy slut understands.' And that is how you will answer any questions at all times, understand?" she asked, pacing back and forth in front of me.
"Yes, Miss Fabray, this filthy slut understands." Now she was forcing me to refer to myself as a filthy slut. Everything she was doing was making me more and more sure that what she was saying was true.
"Good. Alright, let's get started." She grinned and stalked towards me.