Beads Of Demand

High Maintenance

Ava's POV

My eyes fluttered open and I cringed at disgust as I felt drool across my face cheek and hand. I wiped it off on my sleeve which was even more disgusting. I rolled over and looked at the ceiling. My stomach growled and I sighed and stood up making my way down the steps and into the kitchen.

I really didn't feel like cooking anything because I didn't know how. There was milk and frosted flakes so that would have to do. I went into the den and watched television. I was really nervous about this event. My debut? I felt a lot of pressure. Am I supposed to be the perfect sub for this? What is this perfect sub? For the past week Diana kept talking about this headspace I haven't tapped into and I don't think I will.

It sounds like surrendering everything and I'm not doing that ... even though it's not like I worked for everything I have. My grandparents seized everything from my father and reduced him to an allowance every two weeks , now increasing my own. However, I feel after this class is over they're going to want my next move.

If I want any money from them I'm gonna have to continue going to school. For what? I'm not good at anything. Maybe I don't know what I'm good at it.

Back to this headspace thing. Diana explained it as something I would slip into. She also said it was dangerous and that some people get stuck there.

My phone began to ring and I answered. "Hello?"

"Hey , is this Ava?"

"Who is this?" I asked before confirming.

"I sit next to you in class. I gave you my number but you never called. My name is Bella," she stated.

"Okay, wassup?" I replied.

"I think you're cute and wanted to know if you'd like to hang out," she said. I scoffed. Bitch.

"You know I'm fucking our teacher right?" I replied and Bella gave a sharp gasp.

"I mean ... Ava everybody knows your record. You've fucked some of the hottest guys in this college. I'm not cute enough for you?"

"You're too weak. You wouldn't last with me. I have no interest in a lousy fuck right no offense. How did you get my number?"

She hung up and I smiled devilishly. The finals were around the corner so I didn't care to be quite honest. What was I thinking about?

"Hey Ava," I turned to Lilah and narrowed my eyes. "Go away," I said and her eyes widened. "It's so pretty," she said. What is she talking about?

"What?" She pointed at me and said, "You're collar. It looks like Mark's work honestly. That pattern of leather is hard to tamper with," she said. I touched my neck and for the first time became aware of what was around my neck.

I sprung up and ran to the closest bathroom and looked in the mirror. I can't believe she put this shit on me while I was sleep. I took it off quickly but while unbuckling it I read what it said. Clear as day it very boldly in cursive said, "Ava Elizabeth."

I hesitated but took the collar nonetheless. I ran into Diana's office to see her on the phone. "Get off the phone," I demanded and she glanced at me and continued her conversation.

"DIANA! GET OFF THE FUCKEN PHONE!" I threw the collar at her, smacking her arm and then hitting the floor.

She glared at me and began to talk in French. I grabbed her phone and threw it. "Cut the shit! You hear me talking to you!" I screamed in her face and she reached up and grabbed my throat while standing up. "You are going to be in a world of pain tonight. That episode is nothing compared to you taking off your collar but don't worry it won't go unpunished. Now pick up your collar," she said. "I will never wear that collar," I said and her face darkened and at this moment the night took a turn for the worst.

"Have it your way," she said with a smirk and grabbed my hair. She pushed me to the floor. I tried to recover and she placed her foot on the side of my head. She wasn't pressing with any force but I'm sure she would so I stayed put. "Pick up your collar," she said I reached my hand out just for her to crush it with her heel.

My scream of pain was answered by Lilah rushing into the office. "Mistress!" she exclaimed and Diana got off my hand and looked at Lilah with a sinister face. "You'll do well not to forget it. Now I want you to strip naked and go to the dungeon and wait for me on all fours. Is that understood?" Lilah looked at me and then Diana with confusion and fear. "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" I think both of our hearts dropped to our stomachs at her yelling.

Diana has never yelled like that before. "Yes Mistress," Lilah answered and disappeared. I was yanked up by my hair and pressed against the wall. "I put a lot of thought into that collar just for you to disrespect it," she breathed out in my ear.

She had me pinned against the wall as she kissed the soft spots on my neck and caressed by body wildly. She kissed me wildly and left me panting and begging for more. That's when I felt a harsh slap across the face and she began pulling me to the dungeon.

She pushed me harshly into a wall and quickly chained me to the wall before I could recover. Her fingers traveled lightly against my body. The marks from the whip almost not there. She put the collar on me and hooked it a chain she had on the wall. She then handcuffed my hands behind me. I had maybe ten feet to walk before I felt the harsh tug from my neck.

She smirked and began to strip. She walked slowly over to Lilah. "Diana no!" She shook her head at me as Lilah's jaw dropped. Diana bent down and kissed her deeply. I felt a rage run through me.

Diana picked Lilah up by her and pushed her roughly onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "Mistress! Please don't" I begged. She glanced at me and made the come here gesture. Of course I forgot and was reminded by the sharp tug that kept me a few inches from the bed. I watched as Diana fondled and indulged in foreplay with Lilah.

Lilah moaned and begged for my Mistress and I was forced to watch.

Diana would randomly slap her, or rake her nails against a skin only to quickly reward her with some form of pleasure.

I was extremely wet now and it didn't help to see Diana was getting excited as well. I watched conflicted with anger and lust.