I had four uniforms now -- pink, black, yellow and the blue -- and ninepair of heels. My ears were pierced. I was eternally in panties.And, damn it, I...was happy. I liked the control. I liked beingsubmissive. I don't know why. Maybe I was built this way.Oh, I was still nervous at work. I kept imagining that people could seemy cage, and the pink panties that enveloped it.This was going to end badly, I thought. Eventually, Darla would push it,and someone would discover that I was wearing a bra or. Because there are people out there who will use you and turn you into something dirty and ugly. Because you’re alone. Because I know that you have dreams, and you can’t fulfill them in this prison. I shrugged, using the motion to gather myself. It wasn’t like me to be this rattled. Of course, I hadn’t been myself since I’d set eyes on this girl. I tried again, desperately wanting to start over with her, needing her to at least trust me until I could win her over. “My name is Ariel.” I said,. One man walked up to her as he was playing with himself and came all over her face. "That's the only help you'll be getting, Sugar." he smirked as he slapped his cock across her rosey cheeks smearing cum over her lips.John appeared with a white rag in his hand, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and covered her mouth and nose with the rag. As she drew deep breaths everything became hazy.When Lola came to again she was lying on a mattress covered in sweat, cum and tears; alone. She could hear. Getting up to leave, I turned abruptly and saw her face for the first time. Her eyes were downcast as she concentrated on sending a text message. I took my time putting my jacket back on and straitening it, while looking at her long, honey blonde hair and lips of pale vermillion. She was smartly dressed in a grey business suite and wore a few discreet rings along with a small gold watch. She now glanced at the watch then unceremoniously tossed the phone back into a small handbag. She looked up..