The Taking of Tabby

The Taking of Tabby

Chapter One

Over the last couple of years, I had been exploring the sexual side of my personality.  What did I like?  Who did I want to be?  As a happily married woman, the “straight” side of my sex life was good.  We’d always enjoyed each other and loved to play together.  We’d even tried some “not so normal” things.  Had a three-some with a male friend … explored the “darker” sides of sex … even some gender swapping.  Most with great success.  But there had always been a part of me that was left unfulfilled.  And I wasn’t really sure what it was or how to satisfy the itch that was buried deep within me.

I’d always fantasized about being with another woman.  But my thoughts had never gone down the road of a sweet, gentle, romantic relationship.  The “bitch” in me always seemed to crawl out during those fantasies.  It was then that I realized that I really wanted a relationship where I was in absolute control.  Where I had a woman that I could transform into the nasty little slut I’d always wanted to have at my command.  But how to find her?

I’d already belonged to an online adult sex site.  Maybe that would be the place to find my slut.  So I began my search, looking for women that were bi- or bi-curious.  I chatted with several, but none were really to my liking, or seemed to be wanting the same things I did.  Until I chatted with Tabby.  Her email and screen name really told the whole story … she was a female sub, looking for a female domme.  A very nice lady, with a nasty slut hidden deep inside, just begging to get out.

We quickly were able to exchange email addresses and began an exciting conversation.  She was in an unhappy marriage and had always dreamed of letting her true slut nature out.  But because of her husband and children, living in a small town, and a fairly public job, she had been unable to work up the nerve herself.  She was going to have to be transformed by someone else … ME!  Her only insistence was that it happen after her youngest graduated from high school.  I’d have to wait, but enjoyed the year teasing and tempting her online.

June finally came!  Graduation had come off without a hitch and Tabby was aching to leave her old life, but still scared and unsure.  I had waited as she requested, so it was time to move on.  I insisted that we finally meet face to face.  I gave her instructions to meet me at a local hotel bar.  Telling her to wear one of her most conservative suits.  But underneath the suit jacket, she was to only wear a white silk camisole, no bra allowed.  And under the skirt, she was to wear a white garter belt with stockings, no panties allowed.  She stumbled and stuttered at this, but I told her that this would be the first test to see if she could follow my instructions completely and with absolute trust.   Tabby agreed and I anxiously awaited our meeting that night.

I arrived early at the bar so that I could decide where I wanted to sit.  It must be an area where we could have some privacy, but where I also could show her off if I so chose.  There was a nice large booth in the corner of the bar.  Slightly elevated from the main floor, but dimly lit.  And any comings and goings from the booth would be easily observed by others in the bar.  I had chosen a Thursday night as there would not be many Friday Happy Hour’s going on, but would be assured to be filled with businessmen on their way home from a long day’s work. I had also arrived early so that I could watch my slut make her entrance.

I settled in the booth and awaited Tabby’s arrival.  I had seen pictures of her so I knew I’d be able to recognize her when she walked in … and there she was.  The frosted hair beauty slowly walked in, unsure of herself, but wearing a beautifully tailored pink silk suit and matching pumps.  As she searched the room I could see the wink of white silk under her jacket.  My pussy immediately dampened as I realized she had followed at least that part of my instructions.  I stood slightly in the booth and waved at her.  She caught my eye and smiled shyly but quickly crossed the room towards me.

Just as she got to the table I stepped out from the booth and stood in front of her.  I laid one hand on each side of her face and gently kissed her lips.  This was our first physical contact, and I wanted to reassure her.  A small sigh escaped from her mouth as I pulled my face back to look into hers.  Her lips parted and I heard her breathe quicken.  I kissed her again, more deeply this time, my tongue tracing her lips.

Stepping back from her I watched her eyes open slowly and she swayed.  I caught her elbow to help steady her.  Sliding the strap of her purse off her shoulder, I took it from her.  “Go back to the entrance of the bar and leave your suit jacket with the coat check girl”.  I spoke gently, but with command in my voice.  “But … uh …. I” Tabby stuttered.  Raising my eyebrow at her I questioned her with my face.  She blushed brilliant red and lowered her eyes.  “I don’t have a bra on.  You told me not to wear one.” she whispered.  “And I am pleased that you obeyed me in that.  But you are still to do as I ask.  Leave your jacket at the door and return to me.  Walk very slowly back to the table as I wait for you.”

Chapter Two

       Tabby blushed furiously, but did as she was told.  She returned to the entrance of the bar, shrugged the jacket off her shoulders and gave it to the girl getting a ticket in return.  I saw the coat check girl’s eyes widen as she realized that Tabby was not wearing a bra under the flimsy silk camisole.  I didn’t think it was possible, but Tabby blushed an even darker shade of red and quickly turned to come back to me waiting in the booth.  Her first few steps were hurried, but I could see her remembering that I had instructed her to walk slowly.  She stumbled her step a bit, but then began moving with a natural grace.  Her medium size tits were swaying under her top.  The cool air, or maybe it was the excitement, caused her nipples to pucker and stiffen.  They were pressing proudly against the material and again my pussy moistened. 

       Tabby looked up at me and saw the desire in my eyes and a small smile formed on her lips.  I nodded my head in appreciation and I swore she thrust her chest out a little further in pride.  But as she walked by a table just a few over, where there were four businessmen sitting, her steps faltered when she realized that they were staring at her.  I could see her mind racing … did any of these men know her or her husband? 

       I slid out of the booth again and met her beside the staring group.  Slipping up next to her, I draped one arm around her waist and pulled her close to me and kissed her cheek.  I could feel the warmth of her embarrassment, but could also see her nipples tighten even more.  Using one finger on her chin, I turned her face to me and kissed her on the lips.  Pulled away just enough that the men could see me tracing the shape of her mouth with the tip of my tongue.  One hand trailed down to her breast and squeezed.  Hearing her moan, I tweaked one nipple and gave it a slight twist.

       We both opened our eyes to see the four men with their mouth’s gaping open.  One man actually had his hand in his lap stroking his cock thru his dress slacks.  “Isn’t she lovely?”  I questioned them.  Without hesitation, they all nodded their heads.  “Come back in 6 months then, and see how I’ve made her transformation.”  I laughed as I urged her to the booth with one hand on her ass cheek. 

       I motioned for her to slide into the booth and told her to sit in the middle.  The booth was U shaped, so by sitting in the middle, anyone looking at the booth had a bird’s eye view of Tabby … and what was to come. 

       I slid in next to her giving her another quick kiss.  “So, how do you feel my little slut-to-be?”  I whispered to her.  “Oh my god,” she barely spoke.  “I can’t believe you did that in front of all those men.”  I frowned slightly, “You didn’t like it?”  Tabby shook her head in a “no” answer, but her eyes were telling me something different.

       Snuggling up to her side, I slipped my hand under the table and stroked her leg.  She squirmed and started to pull away, but I grabbed her thigh above the knee.  It was my turn to shake my head “no”.  She sighed, but didn’t move.  Stroking her thigh, each stroke lower on her skirt, I was able to trace the stocking wrapped leg peaking from under the hem.  Slipping my hand further up between her legs, urging them apart as I did, my fingers met the velvet of her upper thighs and felt the goose-flesh on her skin.  And saw the desire flash in her eyes. 

       I leaned my mouth close to her ear and instructed her to pull her skirt up under the table.  “No … “ she stammered.  “I … I …uh … I can’t do that.”  I held my hand still on her leg.  “Tabby, do you want me to quit touching you?”.  Again, she shook her head no.  “Then pull your skirt up.”  Luckily the fabric was soft and easily slid up her thighs and I heard her gasp as her bottom hit the coolness of the leather covering the booth seat.  “From now on, that is how you are to sit when you are sit me.”

       Inching my fingers over the tops of Tabby’s stockings, I almost immediately feel dampness.  “Mmmmm, I think you are enjoying this.”  I giggle to her.  She blushes again, but shakes her head to deny it.  “Then why can I feel you pussy juices on your thighs?”  I pull one knee up to rest on my thighs so that her legs are spread under the table.  Tabby fights a bit but when my fingers brush the lips of her pussy, she stills and moans.  Reaching across to the edge of the table, I pull the tablecloth up so that my playing can be easily viewed by the group of men that had continued to watch us.

       I slide my fingers across her wet cunt.  Pulling gently on the lips.  Flicking her clit with my nail.  Tabby moans and more juices flow from her already soaked pussy.  My little one is so excited.  I shove three fingers inside her and finger fuck her furiously.  Quickly she is humping my hand, grinding herself on me.  It only takes a moment and she is cumming in the booth.  Her head falls back as her orgasm hits her, her cunt clamping down on my fingers.

       When her orgasm has passed, I pull my fingers out of her pussy while giving her a deep kiss.  Tongues dancing with each other.  Then I hold my hand up to show her the juices glistening on them.  “Lick your cum off my fingers slut.”  Tabby quickly comes back to herself, realizing what she has done and her hair tosses as she tries to avoid my fingers.  I grab the back of her hair and shove my fingers into her mouth just as I did her cunt.  “Clean them good.”  She does quickly, but more to get me to stop than in pleasure.

       “Now, we’ve had a few minor rebellions, but for the most part, you have pleased me little one.  Tomorrow we start your transformation.”  Panic races across Tabby’s face.  “Uh … oh … no … I don’t think I want to do this after all.” She stutters and stammers. 

       “Well, you really don’t have a choice.”  I smiled at her.  I raise my hand to motion to someone sitting across the bar.  A man approaches holding a very expensive camera.  “You see, I’ve had my friend here taking pictures of us tonight.  If you don’t agree, and try to back out of our arrangement, then copies of these pictures will be delivered to people that you really don’t want to see them.”  I gently stroked her face and talked very calmly to her.  Again, panic running across her face, but now mixed with flashes of relief.  I realized that Tabby really wanted this, but just needed some motivation. 

       “I’m guessing that you wouldn’t want your soon to be ex-husband, your kids, your neighbors or co-workers to see these would you?” I questioned her quietly.  “You understand, this is not blackmail.  This is just a ‘collaring’ of sorts.  It’s my way of making you mine.”

       I leaned over and kissed her again.  Running my fingers in her hair and giving her my soul thru my kiss.  Settling back from her, I saw tears of relief and gratitude running down her face.  “Tell me ..” I encouraged her.

       “Oh Mistress, I have wanted this for so long.  Please make me into the slut that my heart knows I truly am.  I am yours to do with as you please.”  Tabby breathed and smiled brightly.

       “You please me very well, Slut.”  Kissing her cheek again, I prepare to leave.  “Go home, get a good nights sleep, and meet me at Victoria’s Salon tomorrow morning at 9 a.m.  We’ve got lots to do.” 

Chapter Three