Kirstin's Story (or, Untitled)
an excerpt

Kirstin was standing in front of Sophie’s front door just few minutes later. She rang the bell and waited for Sophie to answer the door, and when she did Kirstin quickly stepped inside. “Kirstin, I want you to meet my cousin, she is going to be staying here with me for awhile. This is-” Kirstin’s eyes grew wide and she could not stop herself from interrupting Sophie as she stared at the young woman standing in front of her. “Amanda?! What on earth are you doing here?”

Amanda Stevenson stared at Kirstin with just as much of a surprised and confused expression as Kirstin had. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?!” Sophie looked back and forth between them in confusion. “You two know each other?”

Sophie walked over to sit on the couch beside Amanda, and Kirstin reluctantly followed, avoiding looking at Amanda as she automatically took her place kneeling in front of the couch by Sophie’s feet.

“Yes, that little bitch was in many of my classes in eighth grade, back when I lived in Sacramento. I had no idea you were friends with her, do you have any idea how much of a bitch she is?!” Amanda’s temper flared, but Kirstin interrupted with an offended cry. “Excuse me, you were the bitch! You were always yelling at me and being so bossy and mean, and it wasn't just me, you were like that to everyone! Just because I chose not to silently put up with it…”

Kirstin was silenced by a solid smack to her face, and she whimpered softly as Sophie stared at her with a very obvious warning glare. “Don't you dare call my cousin a bitch, you hear me?! I don't care what the hell happened back then, you do not disrespect my friends that way!”

Amanda was staring at them with wide eyes, and only then did she really notice the fact that Kirstin was kneeling on the floor. “Um… Sophie, would you like to explain what is going on here?”

Sophie turned her attention to Amanda and smiled, her anger quickly fading as she spoke to her cousin. “You do not need to worry about me being friends with her, because I'm not. Not at all. Kirstin is my slave, she serves me and does whatever I tell her to do, and while you are living here she will serve you as well. She is just learning the ropes around here, and still seems to have a bit of rebellion in her, so sometimes I have to beat her to keep her in line. But she will learn eventually. Since it is obvious that you do not like her, you are free and welcome to treat her as a slave just like I do.”

Amanda sat silently for a few long minutes, her mouth half- open in confusion and surprise, and her gaze moving back and forth between Sophie and Kirstin. “She… you… a…. a what?? Is that why she is sitting on the floor?” A mixture of disgust and curiosity flitted over Amanda’s face as she turned to Sophie for more of an explanation. Sophie nodded and gestured to Kirstin. “It is very simple, really. She is a submissive, I am a dominant, and so she is my slave. She knows better then to disobey me, for the most part anyways, so she does what I tell her to because she knows what can happen if she does not.”