This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.
"Out of the Frying Pan, into the Fire"
by Musker
and edited with choice additions
by Ms. Anne Gray
Inspired and dedicated to a very special Muse.
(part 2)
"Turning up the Heat"
Beth stared at her reflection in the highly polished surface of the
elevator door. She could not believe how her life had changed in the last
month, or even more so in the last two weeks. Ever since she agreed to
become her boss's, now Mistress Katherine, pretend slave and lesbian lover,
nothing was the same. She remembered that Saturday night as if it was
yesterday.
Ms. Sloan had offered her a last resort idea to finally get rid of Paul. At
the same time she told Beth of a new high ranking position on the West
Coast awaiting her, but only if they got rid of Paul. Since then, life had
been a blur around her. She did remember bits and pieces of it, even though
she wished she couldn't.
Beth had woken up that Sunday morning to discover a note from Katherine. It
said that she would be gone Sunday and most of Monday. Beth was to relax on
Sunday, go to work as usual on Monday and then that evening they would meet
at the apartment when she returned. The disturbing part was that the note
was signed "Your Mistress Katherine." It sent a chill down Beth's spine
when she read that. And right below the signature was a little "happy
face." Beth felt slightly better seeing that, which confirmed to her that
this was still all an act to regain her liberty.
It was ironic in a way. To regain her freedom from Paul, she first had to
surrender herself to Ms. Sloan. The old cliche came to mind--"Out of the
frying pan, into the fire". She chuckled to herself while she pondered that
thought for a second. No, she shook her head violently so and muttered to
herself, impossible.
"Second guessing everyone will only make matters worse and too confusing to
deal with. After all, it was Katherine who was there for me when I needed
her and it is Katherine who I really and truly trust. I just have to
believe in her and the plan and soon everything will work out for the
best."
So Beth did as Katherine said and spent her free time Sunday watching
television. On Monday, she went to work as usual, dressed in her standard
sexy bimbo attire. She performed her secretarial duties there just like she
was taught, gum popping, giggling and all. But when she got home to the
apartment that evening, she was immediately taken aback.
New furniture had been added. Furniture with heavy black straps dangling
menacingly from them. And when Ms. Sloan greeted her, she was dressed very
oddly. In part, she was dressed as if she was going out for a sophisticated
night on the town. Her hair and face was made up to elegant perfection. Her
polished high heeled shoes, dark nylons and opera length black velvet
gloves instilled an aura of sensuous allure. But the rest of her ensemble
was right out of some ominous sexually depraved magazine.
She wore a tight bustier of leather that wrapped provocatively around her
womanly body and down between her legs. It had ornate shiny chrome inserts
defining her breasts and pubic area. Around her soft feminine neck, she
wore a narrow leather collar dominated with more of those bold metal studs.
To Beth, she both beautiful and evil, both at the same time. But when she
caught sight of that black leather riding crop in her hand, that balanced
scale of good versus evil was immediately shifted in only one possible
direction.
Katherine approached Beth with a sinister smile. The click of her heels on
the floor echoed in a slow, but somehow, powerful way. When she was only
inches from her, Katherine spoke to her in a voice that reminded Beth of a
cat that had trapped its prey. "Welcome home, my bimbo, lesbian, slave
girl." Then, she took Beth's wide-eyed face in her soft, velvety smooth
hands and kissed her, long, deep, and passionately.
Beth could not move. This woman was literally raping her mouth and she felt
powerless to do anything to stop it.
When the kiss finally ended, Katherine put her arms around Beth and hugged
her possessively. She whispered in Beth's ear not to be afraid. It was all
part of the plan and to follow her into the bedroom.
Once there, the atmosphere changed dramatically. Katherine's mood became
all excited and giddy, which caused Beth to awaken sharply from her stunned
trance. Katherine then explained, at length, what she had been doing for
the last two days and what was going to happen in the short time they had
left.
Katherine told her that she had spoken with some of her old friends about
the D/s scene and asked for their help. To which, every one of them had
been sympathetic to Beth's plight and commented on how brave she must be to
follow this difficult route. Beth recalled how much better she felt when
she heard that others thought she was doing the right thing. They also
thought that Katherine's bizarre plan had merit to it. Thus, they gave
Katherine a crash course in being a dominant, plus, loaned her various
devices, gear and fetish garb to help make the plan a success.
Katherine then said how she had hired a private investigator to follow Paul
and report on his actions. If Paul did that to them, then why not pay him
back in kind. Katherine wanted to know where Paul was every second of the
day. This way, they could intensify or relax their role-play as
circumstance dictated. The big news was that the corporate board would make
its decision and release the news in two or three weeks. Shortly after that
she would have to leave for the West Coast. That meant they would
only have a short period of time to make this pretend dominant/submissive
relationship work well enough to fool Paul.
Beth remembered how Katherine worded it. She was so compassionate in how
she explained their NEW relationship to her. "We will really have to get
into this kinky relationship as fast as possible Beth. I was hoping we
could ease our way into it, get a little used to it first, and then go
deeper as we went along. But I'm afraid we will not have that luxury. I
hope you understand that this has to appear real right off for it to work."
Beth remembered how bitter sweet she felt upon hearing those words. The
repugnance of having to acknowledge and then accept willingly, the need for
expedience in the plan's execution. While at the same time, how touched she
was that Katherine had put so much time, money and energy into trying to
make the plan work.
Again, she remembered how they both hugged one another and hearing
Katherine whispering in her ear how she was well worth the effort.
Then, Katherine laid down the ground rules. D/s was about control. Beth
would be surrendering herself to her superior, Mistress Katherine. A large
part of this power transfer was in following orders, no matter what they
were. Along with this, Beth would be put into many subservient roles,
emphasized with lots of bondage and erotic fetish wear.
Reminiscing, Beth felt another chill run down her spine when she recalled
Katherine's matter of fact tone telling her how her life had to change.
She squirmed again, over another memory flash back, concerning SEX in their
D/s relationship. Beth knew, even back when Katherine first mentioned the
word, this touchy area was going to include much more than just some
passionate kissing. Still, she trusted, even idolized Katherine and since
neither of them were really lesbians at heart, Beth was willing to do her
best to follow Katherine's lead. She remembered reaffirming to Katherine
her dedication to making the plan work by doing everything that Katherine
might expect of her. A pledge she made not without some difficulty.
Katherine had told her that because of Paul's extremely intrusive
examination of their lives, they would be forced into this role-playing 24
hours a day, 7 days a week. Thus, reality checks would be few and far
between. But Katherine promised to do her best to find times and moments
when they could come back into being who they really were, and review why
they were doing this. Beth understood the need for it all. And even though
it would be hard for her, she would do her best to stay in character at all
times.
At that point, Katherine had offered Beth a little trick she used when a
situation became too much for her. It worked in all facets of her life--
business, social events and in private, and she was sure it would help her
out too. At anytime, when the pressure was getting too much for her, she
would take a moment in repose to reaffirm who she was, why she was doing
this, and to bear in mind that nothing lasts forever.
After that Katherine kissed her on the cheek and told her to go to bed.
Tomorrow the plan would go into full effect. And she was going to need her
rest if she was to perform as required. Beth remembered fading off to sleep
repeating to herself a personal mantra that was based on Katherine's
suggestion. "I am Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free heterosexual woman.
I am doing this for a better life and it will soon be over."
Now, it all seemed like a dream. A horrible nightmare was more like it.
Beth quickly became three people in one. At work, she was Ms. Sloan's air
headed bimbo secretary. At home, she became the very obedient slave to
Mistress Katherine. And finally, in bed, just before sleep claimed her, she
was Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free woman, who wanted a better life
and prayed the current situation would soon end.
Mistress Katherine had been good to her word. The next morning, Beth was
unceremoniously inducted into Ms. Sloan's plan of last resort. Considering
how aggressive Ms. Sloan was in business, Beth should have guessed that she
would be equally aggressive in Beth's domination. Katherine changed Beth's
work wardrobe a bit more. Her under things were packed away and put in
storage. She was no longer to wear bras or panties. This made Beth feel
both excited and embarrassed at the same time. Her breasts no longer had
any support and even though they were still youthfully firm, they were of
the above average size. When she moved, especially suddenly, her breasts
moved too, wiggling and jiggling on their own like large mounds of Jell-O.
The movement had a rather pleasant and stimulating effect on her.
Her outside apparel would sometimes rub against her bare nipples, exciting
them into hard nubs, a process Beth could only find desirable. It wasn't
long, however, before Beth's physical pleasure turned into emotional
distress. Every time she looked into a mirror, Beth could see her large,
erect nipples poking obscenely through the soft material of her blouse.
Her bimbo image had just been raised to another level. No panties, together
with too short skirts and dresses, only added to her sweet and sour
emotional state.
Cool breezes and cold seats were brisk reminders of her naughtiness, a
feeling she was embarrassed to say she was learning to like. Then again,
any good feeling was washed away by shame whenever she had to bend over.
Instead of showing off pretty panties, Beth was flashing her bare ass to
the world.
It wasn't as though Beth went totally without undergarments. She now had to
wear a variety of corsets, all the time. And those corsets came in many
different colors, designs and materials. The colors were all bright and
bold. The designs varied from plain to very frilly and fashionably erotic.
They also came in different materials like cotton, satin, leather, latex,
and one, of all things, in thick rubber.
Despite their variety, they still shared the same characteristics. They
were all old fashioned, laced up the back and heavily boned corsets. And
each and everyone of them would reduce her waist from four to six inches in
circumference. A reduction that definitely left Beth in physical
discomfort, many times bordering on pure agony. But never-the-less, she had
to grin and bear it for the cause just like a good little trooper or a
devoted slave girl who was deeply in love with her domineering Mistress.
The effect of the lacing was to give Beth's body a severe "hour glass"
shape. As her waist was constricted inwards, she filled out both above and
below the corset. Her hips and rear end became wider and rounder, and her
breasts seem to increase from a full "C" to almost a "D" cup, that is if
there was anything to cup them with. Her bimbo look was becoming more and
more a physical reality with each passing day.
Her outerwear underwent only a minor change however. Given her much
enhanced, voluptuous figure, she did have to pack away some of her older,
now poorly fitting, wardrobe. But Mistress Katherine made up for her
slave's loss with new clothes more appropriate for her new position. Her
new clothes were still the bright, tight, and flesh exhibiting outfits they
were before. But the material was very different. Now, her clothes featured
tighter leathers, more squeaky ultra-thin latexes and one totally bizarre
dress of hot, squeezing, suffocating rubber. They still made Beth look like
the office bimbo, but now she was the "fetish" office bimbo.
Beth had to endure two more changes in apparel that distressed her the
most, each bordering on almost pure abject humiliation. Her high heels were
raised from five inches to six inches, some with platform soles. The too-
high heels not only caused her feet to hurt and her legs to cramp, but they
made her "bump and grind" swagger even more exaggerated.
Worse, the combination of higher heels and tighter corsets molded her
figure into a kind of lazy "S" shape. She was forced to thrust her hard
nippled breasts out wantonly and to jut her rounded rear out appallingly.
Before this, when she walked, her breasts quivered seductively. Now,
without any effort on Beth's part and much to her dismay, her two ballooned
boobs bounced about obscenely.
The other cause for her acute embarrassment was the added jewelry she was
required to wear. Around her neck, Beth wore a kind of snug necklace, a
simple choker to the casual observer. But on close inspection, it was a
decorated dog collar, complete with identification tag. The tag identified
her as "B, property of K.S." The other piece of feminine jewelry was an
ankle bracelet. People in the know might have called it a fashionable slave
bracelet. In this case, it was not a fashion statement at all. It was a
real symbol of ownership, tagged with the owner's name, "Katherine's". If
Beth's former bimbo appearance troubled her, then her added fetish and
slave accouterments embarrassed her to the very core of her being.
But it did not end there. It was not good enough merely to look the part.
Beth now had to act the part of a bimbo slave girl as well. Mistress
Katherine had more than a few ideas in that department too. Beth was
required to call her boss "Ms. Sloan," "Mistress" or "Mistress Katherine."
At work, when people were around, Beth was to call her "Ms. Sloan". When
they were alone or away from work, she would answer with "Mistress" or
"Mistress Katherine," even during those few times when a reality check was
afforded them. Mistress Katherine insisted on it, since in doing so would
help prevent slip-ups. And since it was only for a couple of weeks, Beth
complied.
On the other hand, Mistress Katherine would call Beth anything she wanted,
at any time. Once, Mistress called her "slave" over their intercom when
there were clients in the outer office with her. Beth just giggled like the
air headed bimbo she portrayed to perfection and informed the clients that
it was just a little joke about how her boss worked her so hard. But most
of the time, Mistress would call her simply "pet", or use the letter "B".
Mistress Katherine told her she liked those two the most. Each signified
their relationship to a "T". Beth was merely a "pet" to be played with now
and then. And at other times, when Mistress used Beth as a slave, she would
call her "B" since her slave status made her unworthy of even a full first
name. Look the part. Act the part. Be the part!
The protocol did not end there. Mistress Katherine required Beth to refer
to herself in the third person. Beth was forced to say things like
"Mistress, B would like to ask you something" or "Mistress, could B have
something to eat, she is really hungry" or "Your pet is very sorry for not
understanding you, please do not punish her." Even in the midst of a
reality check, Beth was expected to speak in this demeaning way.
Consistency was everything.
Throughout the day, Beth was required to drink soda through a straw. Of
course, in keeping with her "bimbo" persona, she had to make as much noise
as possible. After all, bad manners was part of being a bimbo. Drinking so
much meant she had to go to the bathroom often. Mistress Katherine only
allowed her slave to go to the restroom down the hall once during the day.
If she needed to go more than that, she had to use Katherine's private
facilities--but only after asking permission.
Beth dreaded that part the most. She was not allowed simply to ask to use
her Mistress's washroom, but had to go through a whole degrading scene that
was suppose to be for the benefit of the D/s relationship, and Paul, if he
happened to be spying on them at the time. Beth had to first knock on the
door and ask: "Could B ask a question Mistress?"
Sometimes, Katherine was too busy and refused her. Then Beth was required
to answer: "B is sorry for interrupting you, Mistress." She then had to go
back to her desk and wait ten minutes before trying again.
If her Mistress decided to see her, Beth was to respond "Thank you,
Mistress," and walk up to the front of her desk and wait for her Mistress
to address her again. She always had to wait. While she did, she would go
into a choreographed act designed to make Paul think twice about his
infatuation with Beth. Sometimes, it wasn't all an act either.
Beth was to start fidgeting, shifting her weight from one foot to the
other and swinging her body from side to side. Her elbows always bent and
held close to her waist while her arms and limp wrists at right angles to
one another to make her image more pathetic. She even had to make little
moans of distress and start bouncing up and down from the knees. It was all
an act to make her look like a pitiful little girl in need of going to the
washroom.
Finally, Mistress Katherine would ask Beth what she wanted. Beth was to
respond: "Please Mistress, B is sorry for the interruption, but B needs to
pee very badly."
Katherine would always ask her if it was truly an emergency. That was
Beth's cue to intensify her act. She was to shift her weight much faster
now while raising one foot then the other, keeping her knees akimbo. She
had to increase her bouncing in place and wave her forearms and flap her
hands limply up and down in a kind of dire panic. Her facial expression was
to match her body's urgent need for relief with distressed pouts and
squinting eyes. As a final plea, she was to say: "Please Mistress, pretty
please Mistress, B really needs to go potty bad!"
After a few minutes of watching Beth's award-winning dance, Katherine would
tell her to go ahead. Of course Beth would thank her Mistress profusely and
run to the private washroom as fast as her high heels and tight skirt would
allow. And once in the out of sight confines of the restroom, Beth would
look at herself in the mirror and almost cry. The only thing that prevented
a gush of tears was her mantra. "I am Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free
heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life and it will soon be
over."
Beth would exit the private facilities and walk back to Mistress Katherine.
Once there, she was to strike her "bimbo pose."
Whenever Beth was standing in her Mistress' presence at the office, she was
to automatically pose herself in a most horrible way of coming to
attention. Beth had to stand with her weight shifted on to one leg and her
hip jutting out to the side. She was to rest her hand on her hip to draw
even more attention to her luscious pelvic curve. Then, both shoulders were
to be drawn back proudly, thus thrusting out her bulging breasts and
pouting nipples to their maximum effect. Finally, she was to stare, big-
eyed and vacant, off into space while chewing bubble gum with her mouth
open. Beth was to hold this pose for the count of ten. If nothing happened,
she was to slowly shift her entire pose to the other side.
The whole idea was to reinforce her image as a sex object and down play,
for Paul's benefit, her existence as a unique cognitive woman. So far,
student Beth was getting straight "A's". By this time, Katherine would
either wave her on to her secretarial duties or have Beth just stand there,
shifting her pose every ten seconds like a hooker on a street corner
looking for some action.
Lunchtime was another opportunity for Katherine to intensify the plan.
According to her PI's report, this was a key time when Paul spied on them.
Knowing that Paul wanted Beth as his well-mannered, moral wife and mother
of his children, Katherine tried to set up lunchtime situations to end
Paul's fantasy.
Katherine had Beth do a kind of bump and grind strip show for her at lunch.
Beth was told to perform like a slut queen on stage, peeling her figure-
hugging clothes from her soft feminine body in long slow movements while
fluttering her long false eyelashes like a first class vamp. If she wasn't
flashing a full, inviting smile from ear to ear, her ripen red lips were
pouting in a luscious come-hither look.
Oh yes, Katherine made sure Beth knew Paul was getting an eye full. She
instructed Beth to move enticingly, slowly, sensuously like a hooker in an
Amsterdam window.
A few times during the strip show, she would tell Beth to stop her erotic
gyrations and simply pose for her. And in this Beth had to do in specific
ways that were purely sexual, either teasingly sophomoric or blatant in-
your-face pornography.
Katherine was the erotic puppeteer and Beth was the bimbo "Barbie" doll on
a string. Katherine accepted nothing less than perfection from poor,
humiliated Beth as she commanded her to repeat each move until her Mistress
was totally satisfied with it's execution.
Beth followed her mentor's lead without objection, even though she felt
degraded to tears. But as a "slave," her body and mind were no longer hers
to command. The plan stipulated that she "belonged" to her Mistress and she
had to obey, freely, without reservations and to the utmost of her
abilities. And Beth quietly complied.
Katherine would never let Beth remove more than her outer clothes, but that
was no great reprieve. Her only attire after that was her sexy tight
corset, her long dark nylons held up by frilly garter straps, and her
stiletto heels. At this point, Katherine would really begin to raise the
heat for the spying Paul, and for poor, tormented, red-faced Beth.
Beth was forced to dance in a way that focused attention on her tits, ass
and pussy. She would move her waist, shoulders and arms so her tits would
shake, jiggle and bounce like the full, ripened sex objects they had
become. Her hips and ass were paraded, rolled and wagged like a belly
dancer without a skirt. With her pussy, she had to spread her legs, bend
her knees and do a pelvic thrust in a kind of air humping. The only thing
she could not do, because of Katherine's explicit order, was to touch her
self. She could not touch her big, bouncing tits. She could not touch her
gyrating ass and hips. And she certainly could not touch her tender and
increasingly wet pussy. Only Mistress Katherine had the right to touch
those feminine jewels of erotic pleasure.
Throughout Beth's lewd dance, Katherine would tell her to freeze and Beth
would have to stop immediately. She would be straight-legged, bent at the
waist and wiggling her ass in front of Katherine's face when her Mistress
would say "FREEZE!" and Beth would turn to stone, right then and there.
Katherine would then rub her hands over her pet's smooth and irresistible
rear end. At first, her touch would be soft and caressing like a lover.
Then it became heavy and massaging like a baker kneading dough.
Sooner or later, Beth would feel the first slap. Sometimes, it was gentle
but mostly it was not. In a short time, Beth's derriere would have turned a
brilliant red. At this point, Katherine would change tactics and perform a
slow sensuous massage of the two round buttocks. Of late, Beth was
beginning to enjoy these little erotic spankings, a feeling she later
reflected on with misgivings.
At other times in the dance, Beth would freeze bent over, her big tits
hanging free in front of Katherine and her big red ass sticking out in back
right in front of Katherine's office's window. Katherine wanted Paul to get
a good look at what was happening to his dream girl, regardless if anyone
else did too. Besides, it was time for Mistress Katherine to play with B's
sweet breasts.
Like her ass, Katherine started warmly, caringly and gently. Her touch
would be ever so light, slow and intimate. She would circle the base of
Beth's nipples affectionately causing the girl to experience an exciting,
tingling sensation. To Beth's dismay, it aroused her a lot as Katherine
would play with her erect nipples, bouncing them around with her
fingertips, and then trapping and rolling them delicately between her
finger and thumb. She would lightly pinch them, draw them down slowly and
then abruptly let them go. Katherine was particularly delighted in watching
Beth's breasts bounce around when she did this. Even Beth found a subtle
pleasure in experiencing this kind of kinky foreplay.
Soon, Katherine's tit fondling became more aggressive. She would cup and
squeeze Beth's breasts, grabbing them, pulling on them and even digging her
fingers into their succulent flesh. Beth's nipples would also see such
dynamic attention. The pinching became harder, the pulling more strenuous
and in all directions, even circular. At times, Beth felt like a cow having
her teats mangled by an overzealous milkmaid.
Every now and then, she would feel a sharp, quick twist of pain that seem
like a flash of electricity running through her body. To her surprise, Beth
again found even this treatment slightly pleasurable.
Despite those few moments of physical pleasure, Beth still found it all
degrading and humiliating as this all-too-surreal nightmare continued to
unfold. Then again, why wouldn't she? She was not a lesbian. She was not a
kinky person. And she certainly was not interested in being treated as a
simple, mindless sex object. Sometimes though, it seemed as if her mind was
telling her one thing while her body was telling her the complete opposite.
Beth was beginning to find it harder and harder to trust one over the
other.
This was especially true when Katherine told her to freeze when her pussy
was pushed up and out for easy access. Yet, Katherine never touched Beth
there. She would touch her everywhere else though, gently up and down her
inner thighs and softly, almost tickling, over and around her pubic area.
Katherine would even blow lightly on Beth's wet pussy sending a wave of
cool sensation throughout her hot inner core. But she would never touch her
there. Unbelievably, Beth found this very frustrating! Not having her pussy
touched by Katherine, a woman, might have relieved her mental concerns, but
it did nothing to appease her body that ached so desperately to be touched.
Some submerged part of Beth wanted her Mistress to fondle her there, to
stimulate her, to use her until she experienced the most mind-blowing
orgasm she had ever had. Beth's mental and physical needs confused her
badly. Her body yearned for the lesbian stimulated orgasm it was being
denied. Beth knew, however, that if she did, she would feel terribly guilt
stricken and ashamed afterwards.
It was a Catch 22, damned if she did and damned if she didn't. But she was
a "slave" now and decisions like this were not hers to make anymore.
Mistress Katherine made these decisions and she always left Beth
frustrated, in more ways than one.
At the end of their lunchtime extravaganza, Katherine would tell Beth to
gather up her clothes, go to her private restroom and put herself back
together and definitely not masturbate.
Beth would answer with a simpering "Yes Mistress, B thanks you very much
for a lovely lunch Mistress" and scoot off to the restroom.
Once alone, she would break down in tears. Her heavy makeup running and
smearing down her face. It wasn't so much what Katherine made her do that
distressed her, even when she tried hard to forget. Worse, it was how she
felt afterwards standing, half-dressed in the restroom. She was alone,
horny as hell, but somehow helpless to do anything about it. She would then
stare at her bizarre image in the vanity's mirror and think to herself "Why
can't I just finger myself off to a wonderful orgasm? The door is closed, I
am alone, no one would know. So why can't I?" Beth always found herself
crying when she tried to answer those questions. "Am I slipping more and
more into my slave role? Am I really this powerless to stop it? Maybe deep
down, I really don't want to stop this farce after all."
That last thought would always make her cry the most. She would then tell
herself that wasn't it. That couldn't be the real reason why. Beth simply
would not accept what her body and repressed emotions were telling her.
It's all a small side effect from putting too much of myself into my role,
that's all. Once everything is back to normal then I will be too. Her mind
would always rationalized its way out of her dilemma.
But each time she went through this, it seem to take her a little longer to
pull herself together, clean herself up and get back into her bimbo sub
role. Her mantra ran in her head automatically the whole time. "I am Beth
Jenson, an intelligent and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a
better life, and this will soon be over."
She took a final look in the mirror. Beth was finding it harder to see
herself as she used to be. She repeated her mantra with more resolve "I am
BETH JENSON, an INTELLIGENT and FREE HETEROSEXUAL woman. I am doing this
for a BETTER LIFE, and this WILL soon BE OVER." It was helping. There was
still hope. I can survive this.
Beth presented herself to Mistress Katherine, bimbo pose and all. Katherine
took B in her arms and kissed her, softly at first, firmly next, and then
passionately without reservation.
B responded in kind, her mantra still echoing. "I am Beth Jenson, An
intelligent and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life
and this will soon be over."
Katherine broke the kiss and hugged her tightly. She whispered in her ear
"Soon BETH, soon." Beth hugged her back her eyes getting glassy again. Her
mantra faded in her mind. There was hope, there really was.
Katherine broke the hug and told Beth to get back to work. Beth smiled.
"Yes Mistress, THANK YOU Mistress" emphasizing her "thank you" to
Katherine's whispered mention of her name. Katherine smiled back and in a
warm voice replied, "You're welcome . . . Beth".
They just had a reality check. It was short and sweet, but it spoke volumes
to Beth. It seemed to recharge Beth's batteries as she swaggered in triumph
back to her desk. A moment later, Katherine heard someone blow their nose
in her outer office. She smiled.
The elevator door opened and Beth was thrust back into the present. She
followed Katherine into the vacant elevator and the doors closed after
them. She was standing behind Mistress Katherine, as was her place, the
correct place for a slave. The workday was done and with it, her role as
office bimbo. It was time to take on another role, a role that played down
her bimbo personality and forced her into total perverted objectivity.
They were going straight home tonight. She knew this as fact, and had so
since early this morning before they left for work. She knew this because
she was wearing a long trench coat. If they were going out before going
home, then she would not be wearing one.
Beth stared again at their reflected images. How could their relationship
change so fast? A month ago, it was employer and employee, teacher and
student, and mentor and disciple. Then, it changed to pseudo-lesbian
lovers. Next, to a corporate executive lesbian and her office lesbian
bimbo. Finally, it had mutated to dominant and submissive lesbians, or more
simply Mistress and slave.
Beth looked long and hard at their reflected images. It seemed as though
her greatest change was on the outside--body, dress, and behavior. On the
inside, she remained her old self, at least those parts she still
recognized and had control over.
When she looked at Katherine, she seen just the opposite. She could see
that Kathrine was her old self on the outside. But Katherine seemed to be
changing on the inside, and that scared her immensely!
Oh, Beth knew that Katherine was role-playing just like she was. After all,
neither of them were truly kinky lesbians. There was something, however, in
the way Katherine went about it. It was hard for Beth to put her finger on
it. This whole project was becoming one emotionally confused mess for her.
Still, it was a fact that Katherine seemed to go a bit overboard sometimes,
as if she enjoyed turning Beth into a lesbian slave girl. It wasn't a
question of what Katherine did, but the intensity that she did it with that
often made Beth's skin crawl in fear.
There was the time when Beth was doing some typing at her desk and
Katherine came up behind her. She started rubbing Beth's shoulders. The
shoulder massage felt so good. Then, Katherine's hands started to move down
Beth's arms and then over to her chest. She would cup each of Beth's
breasts with her hands and then gently rubbed them through the sheer
material of her blouse. She could feel Katherine's heavy breath on the back
of her neck followed by a series of little kisses down the side. Beth
became more than a little uneasy in this and asked, "Is there anything B
could do for you Mistress?"
Katherine answered directly. "No, continue what you are doing, pet, and
ignore what I am doing to you. That is, if you can." The last part was put
as a kind of taunting dare.
Intimidated, Beth did not press the issue. She did as Katherine told her
and continued typing, doing her best to ignore Katherine's unwanted
attentions. But Katherine raised it to another level. The soft, small
kisses on her neck became big, wet smooches with an occasional gentle
dragging of teeth along her sensitive skin. Katherine's tongue would run up
and down Beth's neck, giving her goose bumps of excitement and fear at the
same time. Her hands were once more massaging Beth's breasts, squeezing
them, lifting them, rolling them around on her chest. Beth could not help
but enjoy having her breasts ravished this way.
Katherine found Beth's ear and began to play with this new erogenous zone.
Her lips trapped parts of her ear and pulled and sucked lustfully. She gave
Beth little love bites, nothing serious, just a bit of aggressive
playfulness. Katherine's tongue took charge as it explored and violated
every nook and cranny that her ear had to offer. And Beth just giggled and
cooed with delight since it tickled and made her feel warm and yearning for
more.
Katherine's caressing of Beth's breasts shifted into a kind of cat and
mouse play with her nipples. Her hands would cover Beth's breasts in such a
way that the palms of her hands would barely touch the hard erect points of
Beth's nipples. And as Katherine moved her hands around the outside of
Beth's breasts, her palms would sometimes drag lightly across Beth's
nipples in a tingly, ticklish way. Beth was being toyed with in a way that
made her shiver.
Try as she might, Beth couldn't concentrate on her typing. What she was
feeling went beyond just a couple of office girls fooling around for show
or jest. Katherine was performing foreplay on her, arousing her, sending
her well on her way to a soaring orgasm. The intensity of Katherine's
tongue in her ear was at the same level with having a hot cock fucking her,
something that Beth began to fantasize about.
But something else was wrong here. Katherine was getting too carried away.
She was going over the top. It was as if Doctor Jekyll had turned into the
lesbian Ms. Hyde and Beth was her erotic feast for the day. Just when Beth
was about to break it off, Doctor Jekyll regained control and Katherine
abandoned her sexual assault. She immediately grabbed Beth's lower jaw in
her hand, turned her head so that Beth was looking out the office window.
"Smile, pet, we're on candid camera." She turned Beth's head back to face
hers and gave her one hell of a hot French kiss.
Katherine broke off her kiss and told Beth to go back to work and left for
her inner office. Beth knew then that Katherine must of received a call
from her PI that Paul was watching them. And as such, Katherine decided to
give Paul something to look at. But couldn't Katherine told her what she
had planned? And why did Katherine have to go so far overboard? Could it be
possible that Katherine have a secret agenda, she wondered and not for the
first time?
Then, there was the time they went out for dinner after work. Beth had to
continue to play the submissive, she understood this. But once again
Katherine seemed to take it way to far.
Katherine entered the restaurant, talked with the Maitre d' and was shown
to a table. She looked over the menu, placed the order and waited for her
food while sipping a glass of wine. Through this entire process, Katherine
pretended that Beth was not even there.
Beth was not allowed to talk to anyone or order any food or drink even a
glass of water. She was to just sit next to Mistress Katherine, her head
cast slightly down in total silence, and wait. Wait amongst all the stares
and hushed comments around them. Most of which were asking the same
question. Why would an impeccably dressed business woman associate herself
with such a wantonly flamboyant street whore?
When the food came, Katherine periodically fed Beth with morsels from her
plate. She would also allow Beth to sip some wine from a glass that she
held to her lips. And it was Katherine who started and finished all
conversations directed to either of them. Beth was shocked at how easy it
was for Katherine to treat her as such a non-person, a mer pet, in public.
It made her wonder if she should really trust Katherine so blindly.
The elevator doors opened and Katherine led the way to the underground
parking garage. They were going straight home tonight because of the long
trench coat she wore, or rather what was underneath the coat.
To make the relationship seem as real as possible, and another example of
how Katherine seemed to have gone over the top, Beth had to be bound
underneath the coat. It started in the morning, just before they left for
work. Katherine would come into Beth's bedroom and tell her to "Present
your self for leaving, slave." This would be the cue for Beth to stand
before her Mistress with her back turned, arms behind her and hands palm to
palm.
Katherine would take a wide strap and fasten it snugly around Beth's
wrists. She would take another strap and fasten it around her arms just
below her elbows.
In the beginning Katherine left some space between her elbows since Beth
was not very limber. But now, after continued intense training at the hands
of Mistress Katherine, Beth was able to have her elbows bound tightly with
one touching the other. Of course, this made Beth's breasts and nipples
bulge out even more than usual.
Beth was then to turn around and face her Mistress. Katherine took two more
straps and fastened them around Beth's arms and torso, one just below her
overflowing breasts and the other around the smallest part of her wasp like
waist.
Being bound like this while wearing the constricting corset made Beth as
stiff as a board from the waist up. Katherine then placed the trench coat
over Beth's shoulders and buttoned up the front. The sash was tied around
her waist and the empty sleeves were placed in her pockets and pinned
inside to keep them from falling out. Beth looked quite inconspicuously
natural.
A final item was then presented to Beth. When she had first seen it and
learned what it was for, her eyes had bugged out in disbelief. Beth
immediately began begging Katherine for mercy--just like a slave in the
throes of misery. "Please Mistress, your pet doesn't think it will fit
inside of her. It is way too big for your pet, Mistress. Please don't make
your pet take it into her. Please Mistress Katherine, please!"
Katherine just smiled and giggled. "Do you really think I would force such
a big thing like this inside of you, pet? Come now, you have to give me
more credit than that. Look, see how I can compress it? Now open that
succulent mouth of yours slave and say ahhhh."
Beth did as she was told and Katherine began to push a big yellow nerf ball
in her mouth. She even had to put one hand behind Beth's neck for support
in order to force the whole spongy ball into place. Once it was in she told
Beth to close her mouth as far as she could and to force her lips to meet
in front. Katherine made it clear to Beth that she did not want to see any
yellow color coming out of her mouth.
Beth nodded her head and moaned an acknowledgment of her Mistress's orders.
She tried to force her jaws as close together as the ball would allow.
Then, she forced her lips closed to fill in the rest.
The purpose of the gag was to force Beth to keep her attention on hiding
the ball in her mouth and not on her tightly strapped bondage. Nor was she
to be concerned with how people might look at her or what might transpire
around her either. All she had to do was keep her mouth shut and follow
behind her Mistress like a good little slave girl. Besides, Katherine
thought it made her look so cute with her lips puckered up so, just like a
bimbo Cupie doll.
Since the two came to work this way, it was logical for them to go home the
same way as well. Katherine opened the passenger door for Beth, who turned
and slowly sat down on the seat. The combination of tight corset and
bondage straps made that simple movement very difficult, not to mention
how much discomfort there was just to breathe.
As Beth sat normally in her seat, or what passed as normal, Katherine took
three more straps from behind the seat. She fastened them around Beth's
legs, one above and below her knees, the other around her ankles. Katherine
took one last look at her helplessly bound and gagged slave girl and then
closed the car door. The seat belt and shoulder harness automatically
wrapped itself around Beth's totally immobile form, pinning her into her
seat.
Katherine got in on the driver's side and closed the door. She started the
car and just before she put it in gear, she turned to Beth. "Are you ready
to go home, pet?" Beth replied with a nod of her head and a soft short
grunt.
They were headed home now. Home, where Beth's waking nightmare was being
molded into new depths of anguish and humiliation.
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Part 3 - "Window Dresing" coming Saturday, I Hope!
