Carole\'s Big Mistake

Carole’s Big Mistake

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All characters are fictitious.. This is fantasy not real. This is an adult story and should not be read by or to children. It is good to be back writing . My health stopped my Owned Teacher story and I work slower now but I thought I would give it another shot.

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Chapter 3

Carole got home and stripped inside the door. After grabbing a drink of cold water she picked up her sweaty smelly jogging clothes and glancing at the clock realized she needed to get moving to arrive at Banana Joe’s on time. Stepping into the shower Carole was very aware of the anxious feelings running through her body. Under the flow of the stinging hot water Carole’s fingers moved to the center of her excitement and stroked her engorged clit. The water beating on her swollen hard nipples brought her to the edge very quickly. Forcing herself to stop was next to impossible but she managed to pull her fingers from her steaming center. She quickly finished washing and shampooing her hair and got out of the shower.

She had laid out her clothes the evening before. She had wanted to wear her olive business suit but with the black nylons it just looked to tacky. She had decided on her navy blue suit and had shortened the hem to the required length. As she sat on the edge of the bed and fastened the black garter belt around her tight waist she tried to remember the last time she had wore it. She couldn’t it had been so long ago. She had searched through her drawers last night to even find it. Fortunately she had found a pair of black nylons in the drawer with it. The feel as the nylons slid up her legs, over her calves and up her thighs sent a shiver through her supercharged body. After sliding her feet into the 4” black pumps she had dug out of the back of her closet she looked at herself in the mirror. The black garter belt and nylons framed her pussy like a blooming flower. She took a Kleenex and wiped the dew drops from her flowers petals and moved to put on the long sleeved blouse as required. Drawing up her skirt Carole sat to put on her make-up and do her hair. She became aware of just how short the skirt was as she sat with the tops of her nylons coming into view. She would have to be very careful since she didn’t even have panties on. She could see her breasts and nipples clearly through the white blouse and was glad she would be wearing the suit jacket. When she was done with her hair and make-up Carole added some jewelry and looking in the mirror saw a rather dignified adult woman whose skirt was perhaps a little short but with a body that could pull it off. She really looked sharp. Allowing plenty of time she left for Banana Joe’s so she would definitely not be late.

As Carole began her 6 block walk she wondered what the place was like. She realized as she looked around that the way she was dressed was somewhat out of place in this beach/tourist area. By the first corner she was beginning to sweat as the temperature had reached 92 degrees. By the second block her feet and calves were starting to hurt as the sweat began to rum down her face and thighs and soak her white blouse. By the third block she could feel her make-up beginning to run and her feet and calves were throbbing. She appreciated she had not worn heels since moving to Florida and she was paying for it now. Pushing herself she was happy to be on the sixth block. When she looked around she could not find Banana Joe’s. Looking down the street she thought she could see the sign about 2 blocks further. She didn’t think she could take another step and looking at her watch it was 6 minutes to noon. Drawing her last ounce of strength she headed down the block at almost a jog. She knew all her care I getting dressed to impress had dissolved in sweat and she was looking frazzled. She pushed forward not wanting to be late. Two blocks turned out to be 3 but she was finally in front of Banana Joe’s.

LC had arrived early and selected a table which allowed her a view of her approaching conquest. She had selected the table carefully so that she was seated in the shade while Carole would be in the hot noon sun. LC was dressed in very short shorts and a halter with the common thong footwear of the beach. A subtle smile crossed her face as she saw the bedraggled Carole practically stumble as she hurried to be on time.

Carole walked to the entrance and realized she had no idea who she was looking for. Since it was the height of the rush hour the place was crowded and Carole was feeling uncomfortable both with her looks and the heat. As she scanned the crowd at first she saw no indication from anyone that they were expecting her. With the last of her self assurance ebbing Carole saw a very pretty young woman with long blond hair motion her over to her table.

Carole hesitated briefly making sure the motion was directed at her and to digest that the woman looked so young. Slowly on her stabbing calves she moved to the table.

“Sit,” LC ordered. “You’re late and you look like hell.”

“Sorry”, answered Carole.” It was further than I thought.”

Very smart thought LC. She took the blame even though I told her 6 blocks and it was 9. “I’ve ordered for you since you were late.”

“Thank You,” replied Carole as her eyes scanned the youthful beauty before her. Her complexion was flawless, she had beautiful long blond hair and the deepest blue/green eyes she had ever seen. Being closer it appeared to Carole that LC was about 25 (actually 28) with perky 34B (accurate) breasts; even seated it was apparent she was probably around 5’9” (actually 5’11”). Next to this beautiful young creature Carole knew she must really look horrible and was ashamed of herself. Her make-up was a mess , her hair matted with sweat, her sweat slick thighs rubbing together and the white blouse stuck to her sweating breasts.

Just then a frosty mug of cold beer was placed before Carole. She did not particularly like beer but she was desperately thirsty and couldn’t be rude. She tried sipping the beer but even the bitter taste could not stop her from drinking the whole glass quickly to try and cool her overheated body. Her empty glass was quickly replaced with another which disappear quickly to be replaced by a third. Carole began to squirm in the silence but did not feel she should speak. As she quietly finished the third mug of beer with her eyes down cast a plate of greasy onion rings and a fried grouper sandwich were placed in front of her. A crisp chicken salad was placed in front of LC. Carole was very nutritious minded and never ate greasy foods but she felt trapped and forced herself to slowly consume the dripping food. She knew her system would pay her back this evening. They ate in silence with Carole keeping her eyes down. She sipped at the forth beer to help get the terrible food down and was really beginning to get a buzz. Sitting in the hot sun with all the beer and greasy food was causing her to feel a little ill.

Finally the plates were cleared and LC ordered a glass of white wine and another beer for Carole. “So tell me do you really want to continue down the this road? I advise you to think very carefully before you answer. I know everything about you from your family history to what you like and don’t like to eat and drink. I know all about everyone in your family from mom and dad to your children and your in-laws. I make it my business to know everything. If you chose to offer yourself to be my slave there will be no going back. If you later change your mind I can and will ruin everyone you love. However if you offer yourself and I accept, then I will take you places you can not even imagine. I’m going to the restroom now. When I return I expect your answer.”

Carole’s head was spinning. This woman was crazy. She didn’t quite understand everything she said but Carole knew this woman was dangerous and could really hurt her and her family. All the beer and the sun beating down on her unprotected head with her stomach revolting more and more she couldn’t think. She didn’t want her family hurt. She could withstand anything to protect them from this beautiful monster she had unleashed. Why was she so intimidated by this creature? Why did she want to be used and trained to please her every whim? She was so confused. Her head was aching and her mind refused to function. All Carole knew was she had to save her family. Carole watched as the tall confident stranger moved back to the table.

“Well? What is your answer?” LC demanded.

“Umm, Well, I, I, I, don’t want my family hurt so I will be your slave,” stutter Carole.

“The question is: do you want to want to be my slave. Plan simple question even you can understand,” asked LC.

Carol reached for her beer but the glass was empty before answering the only answer she could think of at this point. “Yes, I want to be your slave.”

LC placed a typed paper in front of Carole. “Read it and sign.”

Carole read the short paragraph which said:

I ,Carole Carson do here-by give my body, soul, life, and love to my mistress until such time as she tires of me. I will obey any and all orders from here without hesitation and with enthusiasm or accept whatever punishment she deems fitting. She may do anything to me, with me or for me so long as she does not kill me.

Signed:

Carole Carson

She was very frightened especially by the last statement but signed her name to the line.

“Very good my slave. Give me your condo keys now.”

Carole fumbles in her purse and meekly hands the keys to her home to her new mistress.

“Now I am going to your place and will meet you there. You are to walk there as quickly as you can and do not make any stops along the way for any reason. I expect to hear you ringing the bell within the hour. After you ring the bell just wait for me to answer,” directed LC as she took Carole’s keys and walked out .

Carole sat in deep concentration. Her mind was fuzzy but one thing was very clear. It was not the fear of what this woman could do to her and her family but her strong desire to submit that had her make the decision to become her slave. Something deep and yet very disturbing had taken control of her. She wanted this woman to train her and use her. To help her satisfy all the thoughts, dreams and fantasies she had hidden for so many years. Struggling to stand, Carole found the world spinning but knowing she had to be on time she staggered out onto the sidewalk for the long hot walk home.

As she moved carefully down the block, the beer began to cause cramps as she needed a bathroom and her stomach was revolting from the greasy food and the heat. Her feet , ankles and calves added to her discomfort and she was sweating even more than on the walk to Banana Joe’s. She thought she should stop and use a bathroom but remembered her very clear instructions from her mistress and knew she had to obey. With her building in sight about 2 blocks away the need to urinate became overwhelming. Trying to obey she moved faster along the sidewalk. She felt herself losing control and pee began to dribble down her leg. She could not believe this was happening in broad daylight but she couldn‘t hold it anymore.. The need was too strong and she was forced to stop and a river ran from below her soaked skirt onto her shoes and feet. She was so humiliated but couldn’t stop . Finally it stopped and when she looked around she found no one staring at her as she moved quickly for her condo. Arriving inside she moved rapidly to the elevator and when she got to her condo, she rang the bell, leaning on the wall with feelings of excitement dread, and humiliation overwhelming her.

LC had driven directly to Carole’s condo and letting herself in did a through search of the place. She scanned the computer hard drive and examined her clothing and jewelry. The view was spectacular and with a few decorating changes it will be the perfect place for the plans she has for her new little slave. She heard the doorbell but decided to let her new trainee wait in the heat a little longer as she continued to search through the condo.

When she had finished her search LC opened the door to find Carole leaning on the wall a totally defeated woman. “What happened to you? You stink!.”

“I’m sorry mistress. I had an accident on the way home,” replied Carole.

“Well you certainly can’t come in here like that. Strip out of those stinking clothes and then maybe I’ll let you in.”

“Buutttt!” Carole heard the door slam shut in her face. The door to her own home. She couldn’t take her clothes off out here in public. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked around to be sure no one could see and slipping off her flooded shoes she reached under her soaked skirt and freed her nylons rolling them down and off her feet. Loosening the garter belt it joined the growing pile. Her jacket followed leaving her with the drenched blouse and skirt. Looking nervously around Carole removed her blouse and skirt and tried the door. It was locked. She frantically rang the bell as she tried to cover her naked body from any prying eyes.

LC watched through the peep hole as her new charge stripped naked outside her own home. She really had a winner with this one. A little training and she will be ready. Allowing Carole to stand naked outside for a few minutes she finally opened the door and allowed her to enter. “Go shower and clean up your disgusting self. When you stop smelling come back here and stand before me.,” ordered LC.

A red faced Carole quickly headed for the shower without looking her mistress in the eye. In the shower she scrubbed herself clean and washed her hair. She was ashamed to find herself sexually excited even though nothing sexual had happened all day. She used the toilet and dried herself completely. Combing out her hair she put on a robe and headed back to her Mistress. She found LC sitting in the living room looking through a family photo album.

“Did I tell you to put on a robe?” questioned LC.

“No Mistress”.

“Drop it.” commanded LC. “Hands at your side. Spread your legs.” LC noticed the moisture on Carole’s slit.

Carole’s emotions were running in every direction. She knew this was wrong yet she wanted it. Her body was so charged she felt she could orgasm at the slightest touch. Her mind told her to stop this immediately but she knew she was trapped by her own repressed desires that now had found an escape. She stood on quivering legs as her mistress inspected her. She hope she met LC’s expectations.

LC examined her new slave standing before her. She was even better looking up close than at a distance. She had taken excellent care of her self. A few changes were all that were needed to make her even hotter. She would arrange for them to begin tomorrow. “Do not speak without permission. Knell here before me and listen carefully. Even though I discovered you only 3 days ago I have come to know much about you. You may not realize it but you are very lucky I found you and not some inexperienced or wannabe domme. I understand you more than you understand yourself. You are one of the most submissive women I have ever uncovered. Society has worked hard to keep you from your real self , but now you are going to find it. You need to be controlled, told what to do, made to go beyond what you have learned in the past. Your are highly sexual and it doesn’t matter really if it is a man or woman but you feel more comfortable with women. If your roommate, Elaine, had been more dominate back in college you would have become her slave way back then and your life would have been very different. You are now mine. You will not make ANY decisions no matter how small without my approval. If you do you will be punished. Your family may or may not notice any changes in you but there will be many. I will not actively involve them in your new life unless you force me to as we discussed. You want this but are ashamed and fearful. We will deal with that. Any questions so far?”

Carole knew she was right in everything she said. How did she know Elaine? “No Mistress. I have no questions.”

“Good. Now your instructions for the rest of today and tomorrow morning. You will remain naked at all times in your condo with the curtains open at all times unless I tell you otherwise. You will have a regular dinner and do your regular bathroom habits. You will follow your exercise and jogging patterns unless otherwise ordered. You will go back to wearing your regular work out clothes without underwear until further notice. At least one hour of naked tanning on your deck everyday. Tomorrow morning you will be ready to leave at 11:00 am. Leave your door unlocked. You will wear shorts and a button down top. Nothing too fancy but not slutty either. Sandals will complete the outfit.. One other thing. You will masturbate every hour from now until we leave tomorrow. Set an alarm and find a place along your jog to obey. Of course there will be no orgasms. Good-bye Slave.” LC stood and walked out the door leaving the housewife, mother, slave kneeling naked in her own living room.