Dear Diary,
Today is the 27th day of my punishment. It's actually the 35th day since I have become a slave, but the headmaster usually leaves me alone on the weekends. It is my senior year at West Valley High, a prestigious prep school. I was supposed to be enjoying my year as head cheerleader, attending parties and cheering at games. Instead, I spend every day suffering through a series of humiliating and brutal punishments doled out by the headmaster.
When I started this, I thought it would only be a few days. Maybe he would get bored with it or feel had he proven his point. Then, I thought I would submit for a while, building up evidence against him and then go to the police. They'd throw him in jail and the sympathy I would get would be enough to maybe get some charity. I know it would mean my mother would go to prison for stealing from her company but I didn't care about that. She put me in this place.
But then I thought of the videos and the pictures. Not the ones the headmaster was taking of me this year and selling on the internet. The ones he had from past years. The parties at the homes of the governors' of the school. Me and the other cheerleaders giving head before football and basketball games. The photos we'd taken of other girls during initiation rituals. I wouldn't come across as a pitiful character. I'd be left homeless and penniless. About the only thing I'd be good for is being a porn star and I guess I already am one now.
And so I will endure the headmaster's punishments. I've made it this far. My body may be beaten but it really can't get any worse, can it? Maybe I shouldn't ask myself that.
I asked by best friend Brittany to give me this pad and pen so I could write down some of my thoughts. I don't know if the headmaster will let me keep it. I know he is watching on the video camera he had installed in my tiny bedroom closet. He said it was for my own protection after two boys raped me last week, but I feel safe here in the girls' dormitory. My friends are here and they try to comfort me. I don't know why I need this heavy steel chain locked to my neck. There is nowhere for me to go.
I spent most of my weekend chained up here. Brittany holds the key to the lock and she unlocked me when I needed to go to the bathroom and also so I could go the dining hall with her and the other girls for meals. I would have liked to go outside in the warm weather, maybe get a tan, but I'd feel weird walking around outside naked. Besides, I don't know if the headmaster would have allowed it. Brittany offered to leave me unchained and for me to come to her room, but I don't want her to get into trouble. She probably wouldn't mind. She's a bit of a pain slut. But I'd like be punished further as well. The headmaster is a sadist and who knows what horrible ideas he might have for me. Best for me to obey and behave.
My room is really small, really only enough room for the mattress, but the girls from the team would still come in and sit and talk with me. I wasn't allowed to cheer at the game on Saturday, which was probably for the best since I really didn't like the mascot costume or the bra and panties lined with tacks and sandpaper. I'm sure the metal cuffs welded around my neck, wrists and ankles would be hard to explain to the alumni and parents who come to the games. The team is undefeated. Yeah!
It's late evening on Monday now. My whole body aches from the workout I went through today. It started early when the headmaster had me report to the school's groundskeeper. A piece of chain about two feet long had been locked between the cuffs on my wrists and a shorter chain was placed between my ankles, which made walking difficult. I think the headmaster likes seeing a limber cheerleader struggling to do something simple like walking. He put another chain between these two. It was long enough so I could stand up straight, thank God, Being bent over means everyone can see everything. He put another chain between the one at my wrists and locked it to my neck. I looked liked a prisoner on a chain gang. Except I suppose none of them are naked eighteen-year old girls.
The worst part was the leash clipped to my collar. I hate being led around like an animal. But there it was, with the groundskeeper pulling on it, making me walk fast behind him over to a big pile of mulch that had been dumped near the maintenance shed. He handed me a shovel and told me to get to work loading the mulch onto a cart sitting nearby. Ugh. I hated any kind of manual labor. But I did want to work on my tan yesterday. So I got to work shoveling the mulch into the wagon. It wasn't hard work, but with the chains on my wrists, ankles and neck, my movement was restricted. And it was really boring work. Pick up the shovel, shovel mulch into the cart, repeat, repeat, repeat. The ground was rough on my bare feet and I can see all sorts of little marks on them still. But I wish I had gotten to be barefoot all day. I'll get to that in a minute.
It took me at least an hour to get the cart loaded down with mulch. The headmaster came out just as I was finishing up with a box full of stuff. The first thing he had was another corset, like the one I wore to the homecoming dance. He placed it around my stomach and pulled the straps really tight behind my back. It is impossible to breathe wearing a corset like this. My stomach wouldn't expand at all, so I basically had to breath with just my chest. Of course the corset ended just under by breasts so it caused them to stick out, which meant they heaved up and down with every breath. I bet the pervert groundskeeper liked that. The corset had a big ring that went right between my breasts and then had straps that connected it over my shoulders to a ring in the back. It also had straps at the bottom which went between my legs. Thankfully Krutz didn't make me use the dildo I had to wear to homecoming.
