V. Transition
Karen made a mental note to check on the slut every half hour. She would need
to be watered periodically to keep from wilting. She had enjoyed her time
getting the stupid bitch under control and was well satisfied with the progress
so far.
It had already been a long day for her, considering that she had just driven in
that morning from a debriefing in Arlington, Virginia the night before. She
decided to go back to her home and regroup. After a quick search she found the
slut's house keys. She put her heels back on and picked up her jacket. Locking
the door behind her, she made her way across the yard to her home. After a
quick shower she got dressed in some workout clothes and put her supplies in
her gymbag before heading back over for more fun.
Back in the slut's house, she poured herself another scotch before going into
the garage and loading all of the discarded clothes into the trunk of the slut's
Toyota. She had noted earlier that the car was fairly new and didn't exhibit
any identifying marks such as custom paint, wheels or bumper stickers that would
make it recognizeable. Next she went to the office and looked for anything that
would be of use to her. She searched through the slut's purse and wallet,
taking IDs, credit cards, and cash before dumping everything else in the trash
can.
She found the number of a 24 hour a day locksmith in the yellow pages and called
in a work order to have the locks rekeyed on the entry door and the side door to
the garage. She used the slut's name.
Finding a couple of brown paper shopping bags under the kitchen sink, she took
them to the bedroom and placed all of the slut's remaining clothes in them
before dropping them on the garage floor. She double checked to make sure no
clothing of any kind remained in the bedroom, and returned the vibrator, dildo,
and books to the nightstand drawer. Karen took the razor and shaving cream back
to the master bathroom and disposed of the washcloth.
Next, she opened her gymbag and began installing the surveillance equipment the
agency had asked her to test. It was all cordless, nearly undetectable, and was
supposed to proved better clarity than anything previously available. She
installed video throughout the house and emplaced audio bugs on her phones. She
was also testing a new software program that tracked activity and broadcast it
to a remote location. What was left in the bag when she finished was the
tracking and "body" audio she would make use of in the morning. She turned the
TV on in the bedroom and quickly returned to her home to verify that the monitor
and recording bank were picking everything up. Seeing that all was well, she
returned next door.
It was time to check on the slut.
Carol had experienced a great deal of difficulty in controlling her thinking
since being left bound as she was in the hot sun. Her feet had long since gone
numb, as had her nipples. The clothespins on her pussy were especially
annoying. She couldn't look down at them because the noose wouldn't allow it,
and simply found herself watching the clouds float lazily by while torrents of
jumbled thoughts continued to rush through her consciousness. She had no clue
how much time had passed, but was so very relieved to see Miss Karen returning
through the sliding door.
She had changed into a short pair of bike shorts and a loose t-shirt, and looked
even prettier than she had in the suit. She even smiled warmly as she
approached.
"Thirsty?" she asked enthusiastically.
Carol nodded as another rivulet of sweat ran through her brow and into her left
eye. Karen playfully wiped some of the sweat off her forehead before holding
the glass up to Carol's lips. With the panties pressed so firmly toward the
back of her mouth, there was no chance of her being able to take a drink. She
soon realized that Karen only intended to saturate the panties, allowing Carol
to at least get some moisture through them. It took a few minutes for the
entire glass to be fully absorbed and sucked through the panties.
Before returning to the house, Karen dragged a finger gently upward along
Carol's slit to verify that she was still wet. She scraped a fingernail along
the underside of her clit, eliciting an involuntary spasm before holding her
fingers up to see them glisten in the slowly dwindling light of that Sunday
evening in June. This time, Karen brought it to her lips for an experimental
first taste. "Mmmmm.", she coo'd melodramatically.
Karen returned quickly to the house and stripped the slut's bed, throwing all of
the bedding in the laundry room. She went to the kitchen and made herself a
nice salad to eat while she waited for the locksmith to arrive. Just as she was
finishing up, the doorbell rang. Playing the part of the homeowner, Karen
directed the man to change out the entry and garage door locks. She watched TV
while he worked. When he was finished, she paid him in the cash she had taken
from the slut's purse, tipping him ten dollars for his trouble. He seemed very
happy before she sent him off on his merry way. Karen took the receipt he had
given her and placed it in her bag for safekeeping. It would be of use later.
She quickly returned to her suffering captive and asked if she was ready to obey
her orders.
Of course Carol nodded "yes". She had lost all feeling in her feet and had
begun wondering how long she could stand there without losing her balance and
being choked by the noose. It seemed like she had been there forever, although
she knew it was probably less than two hours. The sun was just then sinking
behind the trees at the back of her yard, casting long shadows and bringing a
bit of relief from the heat.
Karen decided to take the clothespins off the bitch while she was still gagged.
She reached down to pinch and twist that lovely little clit just to ensure the
slut was feeling more than a little conflicted when she removed the clothespins.
Her pussy was still satisfactorily wet, which was a good thing. She removed and
dropped the clothespins that she had attached to Carol's pussy, then reached up
to simultaneously unclasp the clothespins from her engorged nipples.
Carol was relieved when the pins were taken off her pussy. They had been
annoying, like a scratch she couldn't itch. The pins on her nipples were
different, however. Carol first winced, then screamed into her gag as the blood
pulsed back into her nipples, arousing raw nerve endings and lighting Carol up
as she had never been before. She thought she understood what it would feel
like to have red hot pokers applied to her nipples, they hurt so much. Through
her tear and sweat-streaked eyes she saw Miss Karen smiling delightedly at her.
"Isn't this fun?", she cooed.
As the pain was slowly fading into something tolerable, Carol noted with relief
that Miss Karen was untying the knot that had secured the noose to the
poolhouse. She pulled the loose rope over Carol's shoulder and took hold of it
as though it were a leash.
"Come now, my slut. Time for a walk.", Karen ordered casually.
As Carol tried to awkwardly comply, it felt as though a thousand needles were
being pressed into the bottom of her feet. She had never spent much time in
heels and wasn't accustomed to them, especially under circumstances where she
had to stand in them for so long without being able to move. Her knees were
still tied together, causing her to have to splay out her feet in order to take
small steps. She felt so clumsy as Miss Karen led her slowly along the side of
the pool toward the small area of lawn Carol and her husband maintained at the
rear portion of the yard. She was grateful to be moving, but still fearful and
confused as to what might happen next.
Karen carefully led her new pet to the center of the grassy part of the back
yard and turned her to face the house. Leaning in so close that her lips
brushed against the slut's ear, Karen whispered softly, "Are you ready to begin
learning some of your new rules?"
Carol nodded eagerly. Anything to avoid being slapped or having the clothespins
put back on her nipples. She tried through the gag to say "Yes, Mistress.", but
it came out as an unintelligible mumble.
"Good girl.", Karen cooed, as though she were talking to a cat. "Look around a
little to make sure you can find this exact spot again. Okay?"
Carol nodded.
"This is where you will come to pee. When you really need to pee, you will ask
my permission by saying, "Miss Karen, may the slut have permission to go to her
place in the yard?", and you will come to this exact spot if I give you
permisison. Do you understand so far?"
Carol nodded. Could it get any worse?
"And when you come here, you will squat down on your haunches with your knees
wide and your hands behind your back, facing the house. Do you understand that
part?"
Carol nodded.
"Then you will hold that position until I signal that it's okay for you to pee.
When I tell you or signal that it's okay to pee, you will pee then without
delay. Do you understand this part?"
Carol nodded again.
"After you have completely emptied your bladder, you would return to the place
and position or activity you were in when you requested permission." Karen took
advantage of the opportunity to slip her tongue in the slut's ear. It was not
so much to give the slut any pleasure, but to entertain herself by watching how
fast those abused nipples would harden. She was not disappointed.
"My time is highly valuable. You have no value and your time is
inconsequential. So, you won't waste my time by interrupting me for pee breaks
too often. When you ask, you'd better be sure there won't be any delay or that
you won't be pissing out a respectable volume on your lawn here. There will be
consequences otherwise. After a while, you'll kill the grass in this spot and it
will be easy for you to find.", Karen added, intentionally drawing a parallel
with the effects of animal urine on lawns. It was part of the process.
She stepped back and looked up into the sparse clouds, noting the golden tint
they were taking on as the sun lowered toward the horizon. "I'll tell you later
how we'll manage your bowel movements."
Carol was struck by the matter of fact attitude that the woman displayed. It
was obvious she had done this before, possibly several times. Carol's feet were
still sore but the numbness had left her, only to be replaced by the horny
longing her new neighbor was always able to reestablish in her. More than
anything, Carol still just wanted to cum.
Carol watched as her mistress strolled up to the edge of the pool and began
stripping off her clothes. There didn't appear to be an ounce of fat or flab on
her. Hers was the sorty of athletic body that Carol could sometimes convince
herself that she had while really knowing she might never quite get there. She
gazed after the object of her torment and her desires as Miss Karen began
swimming laps in the pool. It was another form of reinforcing Carol's status,
leaving her standing there, bound and naked in her back yard, while enjoying a
refreshing swim. Carol knew it, but her lifetime of fantasies of being used in
just this manner gave her the perspective that it was something she had always
wanted but never thought could happen. It was not the sort of situation she
would ever have put herself in. But, once in it, she found her desires
impossible to control and her thoughts more attached to the role she found
herself in than detached from it. She was surprised that she was not dwelling
on thinking of the means to escape. She was very much in the moment, feeling
the pain, the heat, and the warm glow between her legs that seemed to have a
louder voice than reason.
Though the pool was a bit shorter than hers next door, Karen enjoyed the swim.
It was always a turn on for her to swim naked, especially in unfamiliar
surroundings. She knew she would be spending a lot of time in the pool. She
reminder herself to find out who maintained the pool. Service people could
arrive at an inopportune time, and that wouldn't be good. After twenty
freestyle laps, she climbed out of the pool and laid down on her back next to
her clothes on the concrete deck. The slut could watch her for a while as she
let the slight, early evening breeze dry her body. She closed her eyes and
rested, confident the slut wasn't going anywhere.
She was right. Carol was mesmerized by the sight of her mistress's taught body.
Her breasts were small but very well shaped and firm. Carol longed to
experience her. She had never been drawn to another woman before, but had often
wondered what it would be like to be dominated by a beautiful woman. She was
finding out. She so wanted to be used sexually that she felt herself becoming
wet again, fearful only of the humiliation she might suffer when it was noticed.
But, was it really fear?
After about ten minutes of relaxing, Karen turned her head toward the slut and
told her to go into the house and to bring her hairbrush out. For a moment
Carol couldn't compute how she could perform the task, bound as she was. But,
she realized she could still grasp things with her hands tied behind her back as
long as she could access them. She shuffled toward the back of the house,
barely managing to open the sliding door, and stepped inside.
By the time she returned, she was disappointed to see that Miss Karen had
dressed and was sitting in one of the lawn chairs at the rear corner of the yard
near the stone grille. Carol slowly made her way there, understanding what it
must feel like to be handicapped. All the while, her nipples were hard and her
pussy wet. She was loving the abuse, if not every aspect of it.
Karen would not betray her feelings, but she was surprised at how readily the
slut had accepted her authority. It was simply a stroke of luck that she chose
one that harbored secret, submissive fantasies. It would be so much easier to
establish dependency and reach a state of instant obeyance with this one. She
reminded herself to continue to be cautious. For the time being, though, all
was well. The slut had managed to hobble all the way to her location and was
standing directly in front of her now. Though impatient by nature and always
anxious to move along to the next thing, Karen forced herself to enjoy the
evening for a few minutes longer before acknowledging the slut's presence.
"Turn around.", Karen ordered. She untied the clothesline binding the slut's
wrists and tossed it onto the grass. "Face me."
Carol turned back around as she had been told. She was ordered to brush Miss
Karen's hair, and spent the next ten minutes carefully grooming her beautifully
thick, shiny, blonde mane. Miss Karen finally took the brush from her hand and
dropped it onto the grass before untying the rope binding Carol's knees
together. It felt so much better to be able to straighten her legs. Now, if
only Miss Karen would allow her to remove the gag.
Karen stood and took hold of the clothesline hanging from the noose and again
led the slut across the yard toward the pool. At the pool's edge, she told her
to take the heels off and get in. She could see the relief on the slut's face
as she stepped out of the heels and lowered herself into the pool.
The water felt great, but her feet felt even better. She looked up at her new
mistress, wondering what to do next, then slowly moved into her waiting position
with her hands clasped behind her neck and feet spread. Mistress smiled, and
Carol was able to smile back, happy that she had done well.
"Dunk your head and get out, pet.", Karen ordered.
Carol dipped her head fully under the water, squeezing her mouth shut as much as
possible to keep the chlorine out, then quickly pushed herself up out of the
pool. She returned to the proper position once she was out. Miss Karen stepped
closer and removed the noose from around her neck, dropping it onto the concrete
deck. She then untied the knot at the back of Carol's neck and pulled it free
of her mouth, dropping it.
"You may spit my panties out now.", Karen told her. They landed on the deck with
a loud "splat".
"Quickly gather up all of the debris we've left around here and go to the
garage.", Karen said before returning to the house.
Carol literally ran around the back yard gathering her heels, hairbrush,
scissors, the pieces of clothesline, clothespins, and Miss Karen's wet panties.
She anxiously rushed to the garage and placed all of the items neatly on the
floor before assuming the position. She hadn't seen Miss Karen in the house,
and she wasn't in the garage. Carol nevertheless remained perfectly motionless
as she waited. Things had changed since she had been in the garage. Some of
the bags seemed to be missing, and she could see that her clothes had been
bundled into a good number of brown grocery bags. What did that mean?
The garage was not air conditioned like the rest of the house, so Carol began
sweating again as she waited. It was so quiet. She wondered what would happen
to her, what would happen next. Her mind began to play through the
possibilities. She envisioned herself being kissed by Miss Karen, and it nearly
made her swoon. Carol knew that she was more than a little taken in by the
situation, and by the strong woman who had put her in it. She reminded herself
that this was all her fault. She thought that what she was really doing was
protecting her husband and her mother from a lot of pain, and saving herself
from complete personal and professional destruction.
Inside the house, Karen had gathered up the slut's cash and credit cards and
placed them in her gymbag. She threw the dirty bedding in the washing machine
along with some laundry detergent and turned it on. Then she attached the new
house keys to the slut's key ring and proceeded to the garage, carrying her bag.
She was pleased to see her new pet holding her position well despite the stuffy
heat. Karen ignored her as she dumped the paper bags out onto the dirty
concrete floor and began rifling through the piles of items she had chosen to
keep for the slut. She tossed aside a pair of adidas crosstrainers, then found
a little pair of black knit shorts. Finally, after finding a black t-shirt, she
rose up and stood next to the slut. Handing over the t-shirts, she said simply,
"put it on".
As Carol pulled the t-shirt over her head, she noticed Miss Karen grasping the
scissors. Carol smoothed the t-shirt out over her ample breasts, seeing with
some embarassment that her nipples were pushing quite insistently against the
tight material that was already dampening up from her perspiration. Without
comment, Miss Karen began cutting the t-shirt off just under Carol's breasts.
She cut very carefully, all the way around, until the bottom half fell down
around Carol's hips. Miss Karen discarded the unwanted strip by tossing it into
a metal trash can in the corner of the garage. She dropped the scissors onto
the floor and ordered Carol into the little shorts. They were a bit difficult
to tug on, they were so tight. Carol had never worn them to run or work out in,
other than maybe doing some crunches or running on her treadmill at home. They
were too short to be seen in public in. Once she had them on, Miss Karen took
hold of the waistband at the back and tugged sharply upward, pulling the shorts
up tightly into Carol's butt, leaving the lower portion of her ass exposed.
"Shoes.", Karen said flatly, pointing at the adidas.
Carol crouched instantly to put them on. She knew what a wreck she must look
like. Her hair had certainly kinked up from being dipped in the pool, and all
the sweating certainly wasn't helping. When she stood, Miss Karen held her hand
out toward her and said simply, "Jewelry."
Carol reluctantly tugged off her wedding ring first, then the small heart
earrings her husband had bought her, and the gold necklace she had kept on since
church that morning. She placed them all in Miss Karen's hand and watched them
disappear into her large black gymbag.
"We have some errands to run, slut. So, you'll need to remember a few easy
rules and we won't have any "incidents" this evening. Do you understand?"
Carol nodded.
Seconds passed. Miss Karen was waiting.
"Uh. Oh. Sorry! Yes, Miss Karen, this slut understands."
"Good. You may refer to me as Miss Karen while we are in public, but you may
not speak unless spoken to. You will do what you are told. You will walk two
paces behind me at all times. Is this simple enough for a dumb whore like you
to remember?"
"Yes, Miss Karen. This slut will remember."
