*Note I'm not the original Author but decided to bin this for future reads and maybe expansion. 
The original author is Anonymous.





>"Alright Anon how about this, I'll race you one lap around the track. If you win I'll start leaving you alone but if I win you gotta be my slave for a month. deal?"

>You let out a chuckle.
"Slave? That sounds like the start of a really bad porno."
>"Come on Anon. You're not scared you're gonna loose to a girl are you?" The blue haired teen responds.
"Considering how many times I've beat you already, not at all."
>"Then what are you so scared of? You chicken or something?"
>You stop stretching and give her a deadpan look.
>A knowing smirk is plastered on her face.
>Sighing, you throw your hands up.
"Fine. One lap."
>You swear she lets out an audible squee. 
>"Great! I'm so gonna kick your ass!"
"Keep telling yourself that sister."
>You both walk over and line up at the start of the track.
>Getting into position, she looks over at you and smirks again.
>"On my mark."
>"Three. Two. One. Go!"
>You both take off like bats out of hell.
>Already you pull into the lead, passing her by.
>Truthfully, Indigo was a pretty good runner herself, and had actually beat you a few times.
>Recently she'd started bugging you more and more for a race.
>She never explained why, and you didn't really care.
>You had just assumed it was her trying to boost her ego, which she does enough of already.
>Your lack of focus almost makes you miss the fact that Indigo had just passed you.
>What the fuck?
>Straining yourself, you try and push past her again.
>Unfortunately, she just seems to be getting father away from you.
>With the finish line in sight, you try one more time to push yourself and beat her.
>You both blow by the finish line.
>And you're the last one to cross it.
>Before you come to a stop Indigo is already rubbing it in your face.
>"Yeah! I told you I'd kick your ass!"
"Whatever Indy. You won, I lost, big deal." You say between your heavy breathing.
>For the third time today, she smirks again.
>"You know what that means right?"
>You shake your head.
>Suddenly, she gets next to you and brings her face next to yours.
>"It means your my slave for a month." she whispers into your ear.

>Just as you're opening your mouth to respond, the school bell rings in the distance.
>"Alright kids, get back in there and get to your next class!" The PE teacher yells.
>You turn back to Indigo to respond, but find her already halfway across the field, running back into the school building.
>An exasperated sigh escapes you as you trudge back to school, left to think about Indigo's words all alone.
>You hoped to catch up with her at lunch to ask her what she meant, but you didn't see her in the cafeteria.
>Or for the rest of the school day for that matter.
>You don't see her again until you're getting into your car to head home.
>"Hey." A familiar voice calls out behind you.
>Turning, you see Indigo walking towards you."
"Where were you today? I didn't see you at lunch."
>"I was in the library, studying."
>You fail to suppress your laughter.
"You? Studying? I've known you since the 3rd grade and I don't think you've studied for anything ever."
>She opts to not reply to that, and continues on.
>"Anyways, things are gonna start changing a bit between us Anon. Before we continue I need to set some ground rules for the next month."
"Ground rules? For what?"
>"Being my slave? Don't tell me you forgot already."
>In fairness, after lunch you actually had forgotten all about her comment.
"Wait, you were serious about that?"
>"What did I say made you think I wasn't?"
"The fact that it sounds insane, for one."
>"Well Anon, I was serious. And you better start getting serious about it too, or I'm gonna have to start doing things I don't want to do."
>Was that a threat?
"Oh. And what would that be?"
>You try to hide your nervousness in sarcasm. 
>Indigo pulls out her phone and starts looking for something.
>A few seconds later, she turns the phone to you. 
>What you see on the screen makes your heart stop.
>It's a video. More specifically one of you.
>There you are, naked, dick in hand in your room whacking it to something that can't be seen on your computer.

>The video played out in its entirety.
>You were at a loss for words.
"H-How did you..."
>"Hidden camera I left in your room a week ago. There's a lot more where that came from, if you're wondering." She says, without skipping a beat.
>Anger suddenly flares inside you at this blatant disrespect of your privacy.
>She seems to read your mind, and before you ball up your fist to swing at her she speaks again.
>"I really wouldn't do that if I were you. If you do anything I don't want you to do in the next month I'm sending these to every kid in this school."
>You want to call her bluff, but she says it in a tone where you know she's not kidding.
>"So, before I forget, the rules. From this point on you're to refer to me as mistress. You have to do everything I say, the way I tell you to. If you fail to do so, or redeem yourself, I'll send out all the videos I have of you. Don't talk back either. Understood?"
>Your head is spinning.
>This can't be real. It had to be some kind of joke.
>"I asked you a question. Do you understa-"
"This is fucked up Indy! You're insane! This is insane! Do you hear yourself ta-"
>You're interrupted by a hard slap on your left cheek.
>She grabs your shirt and pulls you right up to her face.
>"I said. Do. You. Understand."
>You stare at her, praying for her to start laughing or something.
>She doesn't.
"Y-Yes."
>Another slap.
>"Yes who?"
"Mistress. Yes Mistress I understand!" you yell out in desperation. 
>She lets go of your shirt and smiles.
>"Good, you're learning already!"
>"I expect you to be at my house at 7 AM sharp from now on. If you're late without reason or don't show... I'm sure you can figure the rest out."
>Indigo turns around and skips over to her own car.
>She starts it up, and passed by you.
>"Bye Anon!" she calls out before speeding off.
>You stand there, watching her go, lost on the words or emotions to describe how you feel.
>Slowly, you turn back to your own car and get in.
>This was gonna be a long month...