Tuesday March 1st

“Come on in, Professor Reed,” Sadie said, as demure and courteous as ever as she stepped back from the open door.

Reed looked the red-haired girl up and down as she entered Adam’s apartment. Sadie was dressed in a tight white top that accentuated her ample breasts and a short black skirt, and was bare-legged and barefoot. The Professor’s eyes wandered up and down those legs, before flickering back up to the feature that always caused her the most curiosity: the chunky black collar around her neck. Sadie had worn that thing every time Reed had seen her - she was starting to wonder if the girl ever took it off.

Of course, it was all part of Sadie’s... act? Reed wasn’t sure of the terminology. But if you were going to be a whore that specialised in submission and servitude, she supposed a collar suited that. It had been made clear to Reed at the start of their ‘relationship’ that Sadie wasn’t just for sex, although naturally that was most of her job description (and she was fucking good at it too). Sadie never called herself a hooker, prostitute, or even an escort, though that last phrase was the one Reed most associated with her given the sense of class and confidence with which she seemed to carry herself. No, she always referred to herself as a slave.

And now here she was, at Adam’s apartment. Now that Reed thought about it, she didn’t even know where Sadie herself lived. Did she live here, with Adam? No, that was crazy - she had to have her own place, surely...

As she followed Sadie into the living room, she took in her surroundings. They were in one of the nicer parts of town, far removed from the usual basic student dorms or share houses that Adam’s peers inhabited. As such, the apartment was smart and monochromatic, with gleaming white walls, black tables and countertops, and an eggshell-white couch and matching armchairs. The whole place was immaculate - there wasn’t a single speck of dirt or dust in sight.

Adam entered the room from the opposite door. Much like his apartment, he was impeccably dressed in a white shirt, black trousers and black shoes. He smiled politely at his Professor. “Glad you could make it, Professor Reed.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it,” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “Last night on the phone, you said you had a way to deal with Isabel. I’m intrigued, to say the least.”

“All will become clear,” he assured her, smiling as if enjoying some private joke. He sat down in an armchair and gestured to the couch. “Have a seat, please.”

Reed was already halfway towards sitting on the couch anyway. Sadie remained standing behind Adam’s chair, hands behind her back.

“Would you like a drink?” Adam asked. “Something to eat? We have a few choices...”

“Ah, no, I’m good, thank you.”

“Alright. Sadie, get me a beer,” he said without looking round.

“Yes, Master,” Sadie said brightly, and trotted off in the direction of the kitchen.

Reed frowned, watching her go - partly because she was admiring her round, ripe butt, noticing with some relish that under the skirt she wasn’t wearing any panties. But also because she was bewildered by how subservient Sadie was to her pimp - her master. He didn’t say ‘please’ or even look at her, but she immediately jumped into action.

The Professor returned her attention to Adam as he began to speak. “So, I expect you have some questions about how I plan to resolve the problem of Isabel.” He raised an amused eyebrow. “I’ve also noticed you seem curious about the arrangement between me and Sadie, so I’m sure you have questions about that, too. The truth is, both matters have basically the same answer.”

Sadie returned, an opened bottle of beer in her hand, which she handed to Adam. He looked at her for the first time since Reed had arrived, smiling in gratitude. “Sadie, my dear, kneel down next to my chair, and tell the Professor how you became my slave - the short version, preferably.”

“Of course, Master!” Sadie beamed, dropping to her knees right beside Adam’s legs. She angled herself in Reed’s direction. “I’ve been friends with Master - or Adam, as I once knew him - for my whole life, but our relationship started to evolve in our last year at high school.” She smiled, half-closing her eyes, and said quietly, “Master, can I rub myself while I explain?”

Adam chuckled. “Go ahead, Sadie. The memories get her all excited,” he explained to Reed, who watched in astonishment as Sadie eagerly shoved her hand beneath her skirt and started massaging her pussy.

“S-so, y’see, Professor,” she continued, “it started out with handjobs and b-blowjobs... I read somewhere that they were good for stress relief, and Ma-Master was super stressed about exams, so I helped him out, just to be a good - a good friend, y’know? Then that progressed into sex, and we involved our other best friend, Mistress Maddie... And I discovered that I l-loved sex so, so much - and I loved being helpful, being of service... One day, I just had the idea to combine it all, annnnd...” She broke off with a moan as her fingers sped up, bringing her close to orgasm.

Reed moved her fascinated stare from the kneeling girl to Adam, who continued gazing down at his ‘slave’ with a look of adoration. After a few seconds, he said calmly, “That’s enough, Sadie. Remove your hands, get yourself back under control, and then finish your story.”

With a whimper, Sadie withdrew her hands from between her legs, leaning forwards and placing her palms flat on the white carpet as she panted with frustration. It took maybe twenty seconds for the girl’s breathing to return to a normal speed, and she wiped sweat from her forehead and leaned back on her legs, returning to the previous kneeling pose.

“So, anyway,” she continued as if nothing had happened, “I realised I could combine my passions for sex and servitude, and become a slave. Obviously, I didn’t want to do that for just anyone - I didn’t want to give myself up to someone who might mistreat me, harm me, or put me in danger. So I chose Adam to be my Master. He was one of my oldest friends, and we’d already been fucking, so it just made sense.” She smiled up at Adam rapturously. “It’s been the best eight months of my life.”

“That’s incredible,” Reed said, shaking her head in amazement. “You really chose to live like this? To give up your autonomy and be a genuine slave to this man?”

“Absolutely,” Sadie nodded.

“And it’s all day, every day? Do you - do you live here with him?” Sadie nodded. “What about college? I’m assuming you don’t go...”

“Oh, no, higher education isn’t for me. I did start, at a different college, but I dropped out when I became a slave. And yeah, it is basically 24-7, except that Master has his classes, obviously, so I also have a job as a waitress to help pay the bills.” She smirked. “And there’s the other, very lucrative income stream, of course!”

“Right, right,” Reed said thoughtfully. “The prostitution...” She stopped herself abruptly. “My apologies - do you call it that, or do you prefer a different job title?” Frankly, a girl who calls herself a slave probably isn’t fussy, she realised as she spoke.

She was right. “I don’t mind,” Sadie said amicably. “Call me whatever you like.”

“Though ‘slave’ is by far her favourite term,” Adam interjected. Sadie responded by gazing up at him lustfully, smiling and biting her lower lip.

“Right... Well, from a financial point of view I understand why you do... that,” Reed said hesitantly. “But are you really OK with it? I mean - you’re whoring yourself out to all these people...”

“Well, it’s actually no more than a dozen people,” Adam clarified before Sadie could answer. “A bunch of regular customers, all of them thoroughly vetted beforehand - they all had to go through the same process as you, agreeing to the rules and proving they had no STDs. I knew them all well before I introduced them to Sadie, so I knew they’d be interested, and discreet - not to mention, able to afford it. It’s been an absolute goldmine.”

Sadie waited patiently until she was sure Adam had finished before she spoke herself. “I’ve never had any problem whoring myself out, anyway,” she told Reed, as matter-of-factly as if they were discussing what she’d had for dinner. “I love sex, and I’m really good at it.”

I’ll say, Reed thought.

“So it just makes sense for me to use my skills to earn my Master more money. And my skills as a slave have really come along in the last year, so I also sometimes use them when I’m rented out - as you know, Professor. You’ve had me clean and tidy for you, cook, act as your table and your footstool... A few customers are really into that too.”

“This whole venture is also an effective way to keep people quiet,” Adam remarked. “Everyone who knows about - let’s call it ‘the Sadie Service’ - is a paying customer, so no-one’s likely to rat me out. Firstly, they’d be losing their access to her, but more importantly, they’d be incriminating themselves. With you, it kind of worked in reverse - you found out about the Sadie Service first, and then I persuaded you to keep quiet by letting you make use of her yourself. However, Isabel’s another matter - I don’t think she’ll be so easily bought.”

“I know she won’t be,” Reed admitted. “I like that girl, but she’s the definition of ‘goody two-shoes’. If she knew about all this, she’d report us both in a second.”

The Professor sat back in her seat, contemplating everything she’d been told so far. “Does your family know about all this?” she asked Sadie.

“My parents don’t know I’m a slave, but they have a pretty good idea of the kind of easy slut I am, ever since we put a video of one of our orgies on xVideos. They were really judgey about it, but fuck ’em. My sister Lana supports me though, and she knows everything.”

“And you really want to do this for the rest of your life? Serve Adam’s every whim?”

“Oh, yes,” Sadie beamed. “I’ll do it forever. Or until Master gets sick of me - which I hope he never does! But if that happens, I’ll just find myself another owner, I guess.”

“Nah, I could never give you up, Sadie,” Adam reassured her, stroking her hair. She mewled delightedly.

Reed’s mind still couldn’t quite accept Sadie’s whole situation - although other parts of her were very much enjoying hearing about it. Although the girl seemed sincere, the Professor wasn’t convinced that someone could really choose to completely give their lives, their fates, their power, over to another person. She certainly wouldn’t do it. And she still couldn’t see how any of this helped solve the problem of Isabel.

Adam leaned forwards in his chair. “I can tell you still don’t really get it, Professor,” he mused. “But it’s OK, because there’s more to tell.”

Sadie looked confused. “Is there, Master? What did I miss out?”

“Nothing for you to worry about, sweetie,” he told her, and her frown immediately relaxed. “Watch this,” he told Reed. “I think you may enjoy it!”

What fresh hell? the Professor wondered.

He brushed Sadie’s hair aside to expose her left ear. Covering his mouth with his hand, he leaned close to her and whispered something to her. Reed couldn’t make the words out, which, she imagined, was rather his goal.

Whatever he said, the effect was instant and dramatic. Sadie’s pleasant smile vanished, and the light seemed to go out of her eyes. Her alert, poised posture relaxed into a slouch, her shoulders slumping and her hands sliding off her legs and thudding limply onto the carpet. Her mouth drooped open, and her eyes gazed vacantly into space, their lids flickering.

Reed’s eyebrows shot up so high, she thought they might have flown off her head. She stared agog at the kneeling girl, as Adam explained that most of what Sadie had just told her about the circumstances of her enslavement were actually untrue - a fiction her subconscious mind had concocted, but which she was whole-heartedly convinced was real. He revealed that Sadie had been hypnotised and implanted with triggers that let him manipulate her thoughts, memories and beliefs, enabling him to easily turn her from his lifelong platonic pal into his willing slave.

Though her eyes never left the scarlet-haired slave’s blank face, the Professor listened intently to Adam’s explanation. On some level she knew she should be horrified by all this, but instead she felt like the scenario made a lot more sense. The idea that someone could completely surrender their power was much more plausible to her, now that she knew Sadie hadn’t done so willingly - she only believed she had. And, Reed had to admit, the notion that someone’s mind could be altered to the point where they were completely at someone’s mercy, and convinced that they chose it... The Professor had to physically stop herself from reaching into her own panties.

Once Adam’s expository monologue had concluded, Reed only had one further question. She gestured to the mindless Sadie and asked, “Can you do that to Isabel?”

Adam smirked. “That was kind of the plan, Professor. Though to be honest, I can’t do it. But I know a girl who can...”