She shook her head. Suddenly I felt a sharp burst of pain radiating from under my chin all down my back and my chest. I gasped.
“What was that!”
Coach Kennedy held up a small remote control.
“It’s a lockable, remote-controlled collar. I make all my bitches wear one.”
”You can’t talk to me like that!” I said, and instantly regretted it as a surge of pain swept through me again. I was gasping now and terrified as she stood and walked over to me. I saw that beside the remote she was carrying a sports bag.
“At the moment it’s on the lowest setting. Would you like to try one of the higher settings?”
Biting my lip, I shook my head.
“Good girl.” She dropped the bag onto the sofa next to me. “Put those on.”
Looking at her warily, trying to see what she was doing with the remote control, I unzipped the bag and started to take out the contents. It was a cheerleader’s outfit, and worse it was in pink. I held up the tiny skirt, skimpy top and fragile little thong in turn.
“I can’t wear these!”
“Wrong answer,” she said, smiling.
”No, wait, please!”
I was too late. Pain shot through me and I doubled up, screaming out. When I had the strength to pull myself upright, I was gasping heavily.
“Put those on. And put those shoes on too.”
She nodded at a pair of completely slutty pink stripper heels that she’d positioned by the sofa. The heels must have been at least five inches.
“You’ve got five minutes. Get dressed and go through onto the court. Any delay and I will try out the second setting on your collar and maybe the third.”
I dressed as quickly as I could. There was a mirror in the living room directly opposite my seat but I avoided looking in it as I undressed. I’ve never been proud of my body. My legs are long and cute, I guess, but my hips are too narrow, my breasts are small and pert rather than big and feminine and my neck I always thought was too long. Oh and my skin is too pale. I looked at myself in my pink cheerleader’s outfit, that showed my flat stomach and most of my thighs. I looked kind of…hot. I played with my long dark hair, lifting it up a little, pretending to put it in bunches like I did when I was younger. Yes, I looked hot. I felt a tingle in my body as I looked at myself, but then I remembered the collar and with a flush of panic, hurried to the court as quick as my heels allowed.
Tottering onto the court I felt ridiculous, like I could hardly move. It was humiliating. This was my place, my realm, but now it was all I could do to stand up straight.
“Go over to the free throw line,” said Coach Kennedy. I tottered over, coming to an uncertain halt at the top of the key, having to throw out my arms to balance myself.
“Right, bitch. The rules are these. Every time you miss you have to take off an item of clothing. Every time you complain, you get a blast from the collar, understand.”
I had no choice. I nodded.
“Good.” She threw a ball hard at me and I caught it, just about. “Off you go. Get ten in a row and we’ll move on to the next challenge.”
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