On Monday at school, Jake tried something new at lunchtime.

 

Instead of sitting in the cafeteria to eat as he normally did, he instead made his way to the benches on the far side of the sports field.  These were located amidst a stand of shady trees, near the school boundary, a significant distance from the classrooms.  They weren’t hidden or private, as such, but the combination of their remote location and the shade of the trees meant they drew very little in the way of attention.

 

He had messaged Amy by phone to suggest the change of venue, and Amy had asked if she could bring Roy - one of Jake’s relatively few close male friends, who would otherwise have been left alone in the cafeteria if Jake abandoned his usual table.

 

He didn’t need to tell Daniela.  She was already waiting for him outside his last class before lunch, blushing, and making an unsuccessful attempt to *not* look like a well trained pet waiting for its master to come home.  Jake only had to crook a finger for her to follow him, maintaining a respectful two steps behind him so perfectly that she could have been connected by an invisible leash.

 

Which, in a sense, she was.

 

Jake had to admit that he loved Daniela’s constant background level of humiliation at her relationship with him.  And since the Silver Leash has showed him, in the glowing ember of her sexuality, that *she* loved it too, he could bask in the reflected heat of her blushes with a minimum of guilt.  

 

She looked good, with her hair in her ponytail, balancing on the five-inch bimbo heels, and she looked even better because he knew that it wasn’t how she would normally dress.  She was doing it just to please him, because he had suggested it, even though it changed her posture in a way that emphasised her legs and her ass and her tits in wonderfully objectifying ways.  

 

He took a moment to tell her that, when they reached the seats under the shady trees.

 

“I like that outfit,” he told her.  “It makes you look like a hot slut.”

 

And he felt his cock stiffen at the expression on her face - anger at his objectifying language, mixed with the flush of pure pleasure that his approval always brought her.

 

“Thank you, sir,” she breathed.

 

She went to sit next to Jake, but Jake slapped her ass away.

 

“I didn’t give you permission to sit,” he told her.  “Bad.”

 

Daniela jerked as if Jake had hit her far harder than the casual swat he had given her.  “I’m sorry, sir,” she said, quickly, standing straight upright.

 

Jake briefly thought about using the leash to deepen the arousal she felt from humiliation.  After all, he *liked* humiliating her, and she really was serving him very well, and given that he was going to embarrass her anyway, it would be a kindness to her to make her like it even more…

 

But he didn’t even need to ask what Madison would think to dismiss the idea.  He had non-consensually fucked with Daniela’s brain more than enough.  

 

As if thinking about her could summon her, Jake’s phone beeped, and he looked, to see it was a message from Madison.

 

“Got Isaac on the hook,” it read.  “Tonight may be the night.  Will keep you updated.”

 

Jake still didn’t like the idea of Madison being alone with Isaac.  Her story about being assaulted by him still scared him.  But Madison knew what she was doing, and trying to be protective towards her was just going to irritate her.  

 

He sent her a thumbs up, and put his phone back in his pocket.

 

Shortly, Amy and Roy arrived, making their way across the sun-drenched sports field.  Jake couldn’t help letting his eye drift across Amy’s copious cleavage, thinking about how much he knew Amy would enjoy it if he just… *grabbed* her tits, and *squeezed* them.  The kink he had given her would practically make her orgasm to be used that way by Jake.  

 

The last time they had discussed it, she had practically invited him to abuse her tits.  Jake had had a brief idea that he might do so, here at these remote seats, in front of Daniela, making his new slave watch as he mauled Amy’s large melons…

 

But Roy was here too.  And Jake didn’t really regret that.  With everything that had been going on recently, he hadn’t had a lot of time for his male friends since his birthday, but lanky red-headed Roy was Jake’s go-to buddy for videogaming, for geeking out about the latest sci-fi and superhero films, and just generally for platonic hang-outs.  They’d been friends since the start of high school, and Jake knew that Roy was someone he could trust.

 

He’d even considered telling Roy about the Silver Leash - but Madison had complained enough about him telling Amy.  It could stay a secret for now, at least as far as Roy was concerned.

 

“Hey, boy,” said Roy, in an exaggerated drawl.  “Cafeteria a little crowded for you today?”

 

“Kind of,” said Jake.  “Sit down.  I just… wanted to run something past you.”

 

Amy and Roy sat.  Daniela remained standing, still blushing, and Roy looked at her curiously.

 

“She’s not going to sit?” he asked.  “What’s the deal with you two, anyway?”  He turned to Daniela.  “Daniela, you’re nice and all,” he said, “but I feel like I’m missing something between you and Magic Jake here.”

 

Daniela couldn’t help herself.  She looked at Jake.  “Magic Jake?” she asked.

 

“I had a good run at fighting videogames once,” said Jake.  “I was just button-mashing, but I couldn’t seem to lose.  Roy started calling me Magic Jake.”  He blushed at relating such a lame story, and realised belatedly that he should have just told Daniela to mind her own business.

 

“Anyway,” he said.  “The deal is this.”

 

He pointed at the ground in front of him, and looked at Daniela.  

 

“Kneel,” he said.

 

Daniela dropped immediately to her knees.

 

“Good girl,” said Jake, watching with pleasure as she felt the impact of that approval.

 

“Now, meow.  Like a cat,” he said.

 

Daniela’s eyes flashed with rage, but she did her best to please him.

 

“Meow,” she said.  “Meow meow.”

 

It wasn’t a very good cat noise, but every part of her body made it clear that it humiliated her, and that she was doing it purely because Jake had told her to do it.

 

“What the fuck?” asked Roy.  “Is she, like, your slave or something?”

 

“Daniela,” said Jake, “why don’t you tell Roy why you just meowed like a cat?”

 

She was silent.  Then she said, “I thought you were embarrassed by me being your slave.”  There was a pouty, bitchy tone to the words.

 

“Don’t talk back to me,” said Jake.  “That displeases me.  And I thought about our little chat, and decided that I needed to get over that embarrassment.  You don’t deserve to be my dirty little secret.  So tell Roy why you’re doing this.”

 

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.  

 

“Because I like pleasing Jake,” she whispered.  “Because I really, really like pleasing Jake.”

 

“And what happens when you know you’ve pleased me?” prompted Jake.

 

“I feel happy,” said Daniela.

 

“And what else?” pushed Jake.

 

She was silent for a while - and then she whispered, “I get horny.”

 

“Good girl,” said Jake, and patted her on the head, exactly as if she were a pet.  Then he looked at Roy.  “Does that answer the question?”

 

Roy rocked back on his seat.  “Friend, I have *so many* other questions.  So what, you just have a slave girl now?”

 

“For as long as Daniela consents to being one,” said Jake.  “And you *do* consent, don’t you, Daniela?”

 

“Yes,” breathed Daniela - and if anyone had been uncertain about whether she was consenting before, the note of raw lust in that word drove that doubt away.

 

“Did you know about this?” asked Roy, looking at Amy.

 

Amy blushed.  “Actually, I did, yes,” she said.  “I mean, I knew Jake was going to…”  She stopped, realising she couldn’t finish that sentence.  “I had an idea, anyway,” she finished, weakly.

 

“And how do you feel about it?” asked Roy.  “I always figured that you and Jake would maybe… one day… well…”

 

Amy blushed.

 

“Oh, Daniela isn’t my girlfriend,” said Jake.  “She’s my slave.  I can do whatever I want with other girls.”  He grinned at the grumpy look on Daniela’s face as he said this.

 

“And how do I feel about it?” said Amy.  She was looking down at Daniela’s face, as Daniela knelt submissively in front of her head, and Amy’s face was now bright red.  “Honestly….well, it’s *so fucking hot*.”  She looked down, embarrassed by her own admission.

 

“Fuck,” said Roy.  “When did my friends all get so horny?  Where’s *my* slave girl?”

 

Jake wondered briefly if Daniela would kiss Roy if he asked - or kiss Roy’s groin the way she had kissed his.  Or would that be a bridge too far for her?  Did Jake even *want* to share her that way?

 

He decided there would be time to explore that another day.  For now, she was his, and his alone.

 

He took out his packed lunch and opened it.  His mother had made him a sandwich.  He felt a moment of embarrassment.  Here he was, holding himself out as a masterful controller of woman, with a beautiful slave girl at his feet, and at the same time he was eating a school lunch that his mother had made him.

 

But his mother made *good* sandwiches, and he wasn’t about to say no to them.

 

He ripped off the corner of his sandwich, put it in his palm, and extended his hand out to Daniela, palm raised.

 

“Eat,” he told her.

 

She could have taken it from him using her hands, but she instinctively grasped what he wanted.  She shot him a look of pouty anger - and then leaned forward and ate the scrap of sandwich directly from his hand like an animal.

 

“Good girl,” he told her, and it had an extra note of approval in it, because feeling her perfect tongue licking the food off his palm had felt very hot indeed.  He wished he could put that tongue to work in other ways…

 

Roy shook his head again at the display of submission.  

 

Amy made a little gasp - and Jake suddenly realised he had a problem.

 

With Amy’s consent, he had leashed the thought of Jake playing with other girls to Amy’s arousal.  It had been intended as a cure for jealousy.  But now, as he played with Daniela directly in front of Amy, it was making her more aroused with every second.

 

Right now, Amy’s face was bright red, and she had her knees pressed tightly together, and she was kind of hugging her large tits, and even so, Jake could see the hard nubs of her nipples pressing through her bra and her school blouse.

 

His first thought was to apologise, and to tell Daniela to sit normally, and stop playing D/s games with her in front of Amy.

 

But he paused.

 

Was it really a problem?  Did he really object to Amy getting incredibly aroused on the bench next to him - so aroused that it was embarrassing for her?

 

No.  Actually he didn’t.  It was hot, and it was as a result of something she had specifically asked for and suggested.

 

In fact…

 

“Amy, do you think Daniela is sexy?” he asked her.

 

She looked at him in confusion.  She had always identified as straight - well, mostly straight.  And she thought Jake was *very* sexy.  But she wasn’t being asked about Jake, she was being asked about Daniela.

 

She looked at the beautiful Latina girl kneeling at her feet - at her swept-back ponytail, her expertly made-up face, her lipsticked lips, the inviting sweep of her cleavage.

 

“Yes,” she admitted.

 

Jake had thought that he didn’t want to share Daniela just yet, but as it turned out, that wasn’t *entirely* true.

 

He looked at Amy.  

 

“Would you like to kiss her?” he asked carefully.  His cock was rock-hard now, and he knew he probably wasn’t doing his best thinking, but the confused, horny look on Amy’s face was so erotic that he couldn’t help himself.

 

“Yes,” whispered Amy - and it came out as a kind of embarrassed, confused noise of lust.

 

Daniela was practically bouncing with surprise, and outrage.  She could see where this was going and… she didn’t know how she felt about it.  She was aroused too - Jake didn’t even have to deliberately use his power to feel the ember of lust pulsing in both girls.

 

Jake looked at Daniela.  “Dany,” he said…

 

“Don’t call me Dany,” hissed Daniela.  “No one has called me that since I was a child.”

 

Jake thought about deliberately calling her exactly that, for exactly that reason, but he wanted something else from her right now.

 

“Daniela,” he said, “do you want to kiss Amy?  You don’t have to, and there’s no punishment if you don’t.  But I want you to know that if you kiss her, it will please me very much.”

 

She moaned.

 

“My family,” she whispered.  “They think it’s a sin to… do that… with girls.  They think I’d go to hell.”

 

“Do *you* think that, Daniela?” he asked her.

 

She shook her head, emphatically.  “But I’m straight,” she said.

 

“So do you want to kiss her?” asked Jake.

 

She muttered something, so low that Jake couldn’t hear her.

 

“What was that?” he asked.

 

“You’re doing it wrong,” she said.  And she was pouty again.

 

“What do you mean?” he said.

 

“Stop giving me a choice,” she said.  “Stop asking me.  If it’s so bad that it breaks me, I just won’t do it.  I know it pleases you to *make* me do things.  So *make* me.”

 

She looked up at him with big, round eyes, her lips parted, her breathing coming quickly.

 

Roy watched all this with disbelieving eyes.

 

Jake took a moment to understand what Daniela had just told him.

 

Then he said.  “Good girl.  Thank you.”

 

He reached out and grabbed her ponytail, and pulled.  She came forward on her knees, until her tits were resting against Jake’s knees.  Then he pulled her up towards Amy.  Daniela came up on one knee, into a half crouched position, her face only inches from Amy’s.  

 

Amy’s mouth was open now, her breathing just as quick as Daniela’s.  She was looking into Daniela’s face with an expression that suggested that she couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe how *wet* she was, and couldn’t believe that it was the idea of kissing another girl that was making her wet.

 

With his free hand, Jake reached out and entwined his fingers in Amy’s hair.  Then he clenched his fist, getting a good grip on her scalp, enough to control her head.

 

With one hand holding Amy’s hair, and the other gripping Daniela’s ponytail, he pushed their faces together.

 

“Kiss,” he told them.

 

And they did.

 

Watching their lips meet was one of the most erotic things Jake had ever seen.  Not just because these two beautiful girls were kissing in front of him - although that *was* hot - but that it was happening because of him.  It was happening because of the leashes he had attached to their sexualities.  It was happening because of the grip he had on both of their hair.  And more than that, it was happening because both girls wanted to please *him*.  They were kissing for him.  They were engaged in a public slutty display for his enjoyment.  

 

If he’d been free to masturbate, right then and there, Jake knew he would have cum within seconds.

 

He could feel the embers of the girls’ lust flaring into fires as they entwined their tongues.  Completely without realising what she was doing, Daniela lifted one of her hands to Amy’s tits, and squeezed, and Amy moaned loudly into her mouth.

 

And with that moan, Jake couldn’t help himself.  He had been worried that if he got too turned on with Amy that he would use his power without thinking - and that was exactly what happened, despite the fact that it wasn’t Jake that Amy was kissing.

 

He reached out, and brushed the fire of Daniela’s lust, and:

 

CLICK.

 

His grip on the girls’ hair relaxed as the pain hit him.  “Fuck,” he swore.

 

Immediately both girls stopped kissing and turned to look at him.

 

Daniela had no idea what was happening.  But Amy did.  She realised immediately what had happened.

 

“Jake, what did you do?” she asked urgently.  “Was it me?  Jake, what did you DO?”

 

“Not you…” Jake managed to gasp.  And he said no more, because of course Daniela didn’t know about the Silver Leash, and neither did Roy.

 

But it was Daniela who he had applied the Leash to . A new kink, a new fetish.  Not a fetish for fucking (or kissing) girls.  No, that would have been too simple.  He had created something more specific for Daniela.

 

A kink for being *forced* to fuck girls.

 

A kink that she would now have for the rest of her life, thanks to Jake.

 

Her face was still flushed and lusty.  Her expression suggested that she did not know, yet, that she had this kink.  But when she went home that night and thought about what had happened, her pussy would get wet, and she would start to masturbate - and start imagining that Jake had made her do more with Amy, that Jake had forced her to strip Amy, to lick Amy’s pussy…

 

Madison was going to punch Jake *so hard* if she ever found out about this.

 

But maybe Madison wasn’t the one that Jake needed to worry about.  Because he had just spotted something on the far side of the sports field.

 

Two people, watching Jake’s little group.  One was thin, with red hair.  The other was bulky, and taller.

 

Gwen Love, and her boyfriend Isaac.

 

They were just standing, and staring.

 

And then, just like that, as if they had realised they had been seen, they turned, and vanished, walking back towards the classrooms.

 

And Jake knew, deep down in his bones, that whatever this meant, it wasn’t good news.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)