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 3)
"Window Dressing"
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the kinkiest slave girl of them all?"
Katherine said those words with an air of cheerfulness while adding the
final touches to Beth's at home slave uniform. Katherine had to give Beth a
hand in getting herself ready. The kinky clothes that her D/s friends
loaned her, to really shake up Paul's spying eyes, were either far to tight
or complex and restraining for Beth to put them on by herself.
Each night, when they came home from work, they would head off to Beth's
bedroom for a change of clothes, and of character for Beth.
"My goodness slave don't you look every bit the kinky slave tart. We must
take a picture of you like this and send it to my friends who lent us all
these wonderful fetish wear and bondage gear. I'll even write a little
letter and include it with the picture telling them how thankful we are for
all their generosity in our time of need. Of course, we will also send a
copy of you like this to Paul. Oh, did I tell you? We received another
envelope from Paul today. I think we are really shaking him with all these
fetish bondage slave pictures we are sending him. Two can play that picture
game of his. Isn't that right pet?"
"Mmmphhh."
"Hmmm, that gag looks a bit loose on you B. Here let me tighten it up one
more notch, OK?"
"MMMMMMMPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
"There, that looks much better! Now I can see how tight the leather strap
is as it digs into the sides of your cute rubber clad cheeks. Remember B,
looking the part is only half of it. You have to be the part too. You have
to look like you love being my tightly bound fetish slave, Ok?"
Mmmmmmmmmm"
Aww, poor dear, I know B, I know how hard it is for you to wear all this
kinky stuff. And how tight and restrictive everything is on your body."
"MMMMppphhhhh!"
"Oh yes! And all those mouth filling gags too. But you know how important
it is. And we are making progress! You know that, don't you pet?"
"Mmm"
"That's my kinky slave girl!"
Katherine put her arms around Beth's encapsulated and restrained body and
gave her one big long hug. Although being bound in rubber and leather, as
Beth was, and then being given a warm tight hug was the last thing Beth
really needed about now.
"There, that's my brave future corporate executive. What do you say we get
started and give Paul another good look at how his lovely heterosexual
bride to be can be so submissive, so kinky and so deliciously sexy with her
very own dominant Mistress, ME!"
"Mmm"
"That's a good little slave. Here, let me attach this leash to your slave
collar. Oh, I just love that collar of yours pet! Paul can easily see those
big bright red letters spelling "SLAVE" embossed into its blackness. I'm
just sorry the collar has to be so wide and stiff for the visual effect to
be seen. It must be hard for you to keep your head so still and erect like
that."
"MMMM!"
"Well, it can't be helped I'm afraid. But soon, very soon it will all be
over and the two of us will celebrate our victory in sunny California. But
until then, it's time for our little play to begin . . . my kinky, lesbian,
bondage, slave girl."
With that Katherine pulled hard on the leash that forced Beth to follow her
Mistress out of the bedroom and into another act of the plan.
This night was no different than all the other nights that Katherine and
Beth spent playing Mistress and slave. They had played every night since
the plan was expanded so radically to include this dark side of human
sexuality. The plan that now included the elements of D/s and B&D to the
already existing lesbianism of a corporate executive and her pretend bimbo
lover.
Each long playful night Katherine would turn the screws on Paul by making
Beth appear less and less the intelligent, complex, heterosexual woman and
more like a simple sex object who's love for other women, tight bondage and
outlandish fetish wear knew no bounds. And slowly, it was working.
Katherine took Beth into the great room. A room that was once a refuge for
relaxing, quiet solitude after a long hard day at the office. A room full
of large over stuffed furniture to sink into while listening to gently
playing music that would relax one's tension ridden soul. But now it
contained other items too. Items of darkness, captivity and exhibitionism
that reflected stress, helplessness and sensuality of a perverse kind. It
was also the room with the tallest and widest window that faced the many
other tall apartment buildings, one of which contained Paul. And this
particular window of Katherine's lavished apartment had drapes that were
never ever closed.
Beth was energetically pulled into the room, her black stiletto knee high
boots with their closely tethered ankle chain were mincing as fast as they
could to keep up with Katherine's eagerness to begin. A few times the leash
went taunt with Katherine almost pulling poor Beth off her feet in her zeal
to get her slave deep into the make-shift dungeon.
The great room had been partially redecorated. Most of the normal,
comfortable, furniture was gathered near the entrance to the room, while
the dungeon accoutrements were placed at the back, near that big picture
window.
Once more Katherine jerked the leash which led Beth to a heavy upright
wooden post that was fastened securely to the floor. There, she substituted
a short chain for the long leather leash. The other end of said chain was
bolted solid to that formidable pillar and kept her pretend slave girl only
a few inches from it. She then took Beth's rubber hooded head in her soft
feminine hands and said, "Now you stay right here like a good little slave,
all nice and comfy, and wait patiently for your beloved Mistress to return.
I need to change into something more comfortable for our private time
together." Katherine then gave Beth a quick kiss on her naked nose, told
her to "be good" and walked away.
Beth was left alone, but she didn't feel alone. She felt exactly what she
was, on display. She looked out into the evening darkness, through that
immense, unobstructed, crystal clear window, and seen all those buildings.
Buildings with all those many, many well lighted apartments just like the
one she was in. And only one of which contained that ass hole Paul.
For Paul's benefit, she had to humiliate herself in front of hundreds,
if not thousands, of other people. People who were no doubt watching her
right now. People with binoculars and telescopes. And maybe some with
cameras too. She closed her eyes tight and tried hard to change her
thoughts.
She remembered what Katherine had told her, before they went down this
path. She told her that yes, many people other than Paul would no doubt be
watching her, but it was a small price to pay to get rid of him. Besides,
her apartment was too high up and too far away for that many voyeurs to see
them. Plus, there was the fact that they weren't doing anything wrong. Only
a couple of women who liked to dress up in fetish wear and play domination
games.
One could easily see much worst on TV. And no one could see them actually
having sex either, even though Katherine did a good job of implying that
they did. Katherine was always cautious enough to make sure the naughty
bits were never seen, at least not for too long.
The only female nudity that availed itself was Beth's naked breasts and
sometimes, rarely, her shaved pussy. But Katherine herself made sure her
own breasts and genitalia were always covered. So the very worst anyone
could see was a limited view of two women dressed in radically kinky
clothing and playing innocent touchy feely games with one another. True,
one of the women always seemed to be showing off her voluptuous naked body
in a kind of subservient, pornographic way with her face distorted with
an assortment of gags, head harnesses and hoods. But that was all.
Again, it was only for a little while and once they were in California it
wouldn't matter in the least. So Beth believe in what Katherine told her.
To believe, to do her part, and to get through it the best way she could.
Keeping her thoughts on the ending was the trick. For in the end, it would
all have been worth it. Beth believed in Katherine, the plan and their
ability to be victorious. After all, she was Beth Jenson, an intelligent
and free heterosexual woman. And she was doing this for a better life, and
this too will soon be over.
At this point the physical discomfort of Beth's unique condition was
beginning to gnaw on her awareness. But not to the extent it once did
during the first couple of weeks of the new and improved plan. Back then it
was all so frightening new and physically draining for poor Beth, not to
mention terribly humiliating. Lucky for her it was all pretend and that her
dear friend Katherine was running the show, otherwise, things could have
easily been much worst. And given what Beth had to endure so far, even that
was almost enough for her to call it quits!
Many a time Katherine's carefully scripted domination and bondage scenes
were so intense that Beth longed to go back to being Katherine's simple
fetish bimbo office girl. She even asked Katherine if they could spend a
little less time at home playing Mistress and bondage slave and more as
employer and employee, even with the added D/s element.
Katherine just looked at her with compassion and told her in a kind, gentle
voice that it was regrettably impossible. For it was largely what they did
at home that was really shaking up Paul, the stalker, and not what they did
at the office. As the continuous feedback from him was testimony to.
Katherine was right again. The bondage fetish pictures she sent to Paul, he
sent right back to them. Some had a big red "X" across them, some had been
ripped up into tiny pieces, and others had writing over them like "LIES,
LIES, LIES". The returned pictures did show that Paul was having a hard
time in denying them and that maybe he was finally coming to grips with the
truth of Beth's lesbian Mistress/slave relationship with Katherine after
all. Thus, now was not the time to quit, or soften up. Instead, it was a
time to push full steam ahead.
The pictures alone would not get rid of Paul. She had to play the part of
willing slave girl to Katherine's Mistress with all the eagerness and
devotion she could muster.
So, she wore all the tight revealing fetish outfits and the accompanying
restrictive bondage that Katherine laid out for her. It wasn't long before
Beth thought of herself as nothing more than a sexy bondage fetish model
for some sexually depraved fashion house. It was like there was no end to
the variety of latex, leather and rubber outfits she was forced to wear in
order to bust Paul's infatuation bubble.
Beth thought that some of those kinky clothes might have some redeeming
quality to them somewhere. She was trying to be optimistic, to see the
silver lining, for surely not all could be dark clouds around her. But the
latex, the leather and most certainly the rubber wear, all lacked any
redeeming quality what-so-ever for Beth to pin her hopes on. For her, it
was simply a matter of acting and enduring. To show Paul how much she loved
being a fetish bondage doll, and to endure the physical and emotional
strife of living through this hideous fashion hell.
Beth knew what to expect with regards to the latex outfits based on what
she already had to wear at work. The latex ones were all so tight, hot and
restrictive to move in. Their design left nothing to the imagination. They
displayed her womanly assets with minimum coverage and in the brightest and
boldest colors possible. Many times while wearing them, Beth felt like the
proverbial wanton bitch in heat instead of the romantic seductress that she
knew she was.
Even with her knowledge of how bad the latex was, she still held out some
hope with regards to the other types of garments that Katherine had in mind
for her, especially the leather ones.
At first, Beth thought the leather garments would be much more acceptable
and fashionable than the latex ones. After all, what woman didn't enjoy
wearing a nice leather skirt or a warm comfortable leather coat or even a
stylish leather vest now and then? But it was all a pipe dream for Beth.
For the leather clothes that Katherine had for her were none of those
things. In fact, they couldn't be considered as "clothes" at all. More like
foreboding items to restrain, control and erotically exhibit a slave in.
And of course Mistress Katherine made sure Beth experience all three of
those.
Except for a couple of unique items, all the leather attire was based in
some way on the structure and function of a simple strap. Nothing more than
a plain black belt that fastened together with a buckle. Some were long,
some were short, some were wide, and some were narrow. Some had metal rings
attached to them for tethers. Some were jumbled together to form intricate
and ominous webs called harnesses. And the worst one of them all was when
the leather strap was turned into a gag.
Beth absolutely hated being gagged! But it seemed Beth's lot in life was to
endure the most what she hated the most. Even to the point of having to
wear a gag to and from work, and up to and including when she went to bed
at night. There too Beth was securely muzzled into forced silent slumber.
Beth hated everything about being gagged. She hated having something
foreign and foul tasting shoved deep into her mouth, and then having it
firmly strapped in place. It didn't matter if it was a rubber ball, a
leather wad, a hard rubber plug or even the dreaded lifelike phallus. She
hated them all equally. She hated how they stretched her jaws wide apart
and made them ache so badly. She hated how it sometimes forced her to drool
around it, down her chin and all over her naked breasts. It made her look
as though a bunch of horny guys had ejaculated their cum all over her.
She hated having her lips and lower face squeezed by one wide strap that
was wrapped around her head and then buckled tightly behind it. Or the
complex set of small narrow straps that formed a head harness, which made
her whole head throb in discomfort and distorted her face into something
surreal and loathsome. But, the positively worst part, that she hated above
all else, about being gagged, was how it made her feel like she was no
longer a human being.
A human being can communicate with speech and facial expressions. Speech
allowed them to display emotions, to convey ideas, to ask and answer
questions, to show how unique, intelligent and worthy as an equal they
truly were. Even in her role as an office bimbo Beth still had the devine
power of speech and was thus still human, all be it on the bottom rung of
that hierarchy ladder. But with a gag in her mouth, all of this was taken
from her. And with it, so was her status as a human being, a person, and a
sensuous woman.
Now she was nothing more than an object, or at best, a grunting salivating
animal. Oh how Beth hated being gagged and how she longed to go back being
the simple lesbian office bimbo of Ms. Katherine Sloan.
But again, she could not show her revulsion. She had to play the part of a
willing receptacle to all manner of things that was put into her sensitive
articulate mouth. And to that, whatever else was used to bind and display
her body in mind numbing, flesh aching, absurdity. For such was the
prescription of Katherine's new and improved plan. Beth's bondage torment
was just one more cross for her to bear.
By far, the leather gags were the worst part of it, but the straps and
harnesses were nothing to look forward too either. Their purpose was
simple. They were to bind, hang or compress Beth's body. And in many
sessions, all three at once.
Every night, without fail, Katherine had Beth bound in some manner. Either
in total tight immobility or just enough to make her constantly aware, like
Paul, that she was no longer the master of her fate, Mistress Katherine
was.
Some nights Beth would be trussed up and put on display like a piece of
art. She would be tightly strapped and severely gagged to some skeleton
like structure that kept her in a fixed posed position like a statue. Her
full breasts and shaved pussy were exposed in all their naked glory. Then
she was placed in front of the window for Paul and other voyeurs to stare
at while Katherine sat in her comfy chair near by, listening to music or
reading a book.
Another night would have Beth strapped inescapably into in a little ball.
Only her lovely head was free to move, but not without a mouth watering
penis gag that she loathed with a passion strapped deeply inside. When Beth
was in this condition she was used as a simple piece of furniture. A mere
object for Katherine to sit on as a chair to work at her desk or as a
footstool to rest her tired aching feet on while watching television. And
all before the prying eyes of peeping tom Paul.
The worst nights for Beth, were when she was placed on top of the cocktail
table as an erotic centerpiece of a hog-tied bound art form. She would be
wearing a large ball gag head harness around her pretty head. A long narrow
strap would be threaded through its top metal ring and out to where her
feet were strapped together at the ankles. The strap was then threaded
through another ring located there and Mistress Katherine would then pull
the strap through its roller buckle causing Beth's head and high-heeled
shoes to move towards one another. When Katherine thought that Beth's
strained condition was at a critical point she would buskle the strap in
place.
When in this position, Beth soon found herself in agony. Her arms, that
were strapped together behind her back with elbows touching and then more
straps used to fix them to her tight leather corset, would immediately
begin to throb. Her legs, that were bound together with more tight straps
at her thighs, knees and ankles, were folded back upon themselves. Thus
making the straps around her legs even more tighter and more physically
taxing to endure. But the worst part for Beth was having her head pulled
tortuously back. Her neck, jaws and head felt like one big throbbing mass
of pain.
Beth was left totally immobile and completely helpless like this. And
except for a continuous low grade moan of pleading mercy, Beth was nothing
more than an attractive piece of stationary surreal modern art.
However, said sounds of suffering did not fall upon deaf ears. Katherine,
in her own strange way, tried to alleviate Beth's physical hurt by
massaging her tender straining flesh with the upmost compassion. Even
though from Paul's perspective, Katherine was concentrating more on
stimulating Beth's prominently displayed female attributes than on any of
her throbbing aching limbs.
Katherine would cuddle and caress Beth's naked breasts and hard nipples.
She would aggressively massage and lightly spank Beth's firm smooth butt
cheeks. And when Beth started to drool uncontrollably around her ball gag,
Katherine placed an empty wine glass under her chin to collect it. Was she
doing this to try and ease Beth's humiliation, even a little bit? Or was
she doing it just so Beth's saliva would not spot her expensive tabletop?
Either way, it was all in keeping with the plan of how a Mistress makes her
devoted slave girl feel loved, and for Paul's benefit.
Katherine would keep Beth in this stressful hog-tie for hours. All the
while trying to encourage her to hang in there, just a little bit longer,
for the sake of the plan, and for her position in California. Katherine's
support for Beth was unrelenting and unconditional. As was her erotic
massage and words of glowing praise for Beth's loyalty and dedication.
Katherine was there for Beth in all ways possible. Even when she was
relaxing quietly in her chair, keeping an intensive watchful eye on Beth's
contorted painful form while sipping a delightful cognac.
Beth did her best to comply with everything Katherine required of her.
Although sometimes she would wonder if Katherine might be getting too
carried away with her desire to win at all costs.
Thankfully, those nights of extreme immobility were few and far between.
Most of the time Katherine just kept Beth gagged and bound with limited
freedom. There was just enough slack between her arms and legs to allow
Beth to move about. Again, it was all for Paul's benifit. To display Beth's
awkward distressing form while trying to accomplish some menial task that
any normal person would find easy to do. It was to show how much Beth loved
her bound sunmissive servitude, and her dominant lesbian Mistress.
Beth's thoughts of the past were quickly broken upon hearing Katherine
entering the room again.
Tonight, Katherine was a charming vision in black. She wore a bra and panty
set in black lace. Nothing sluttish or tarty, that was Beth's department.
Katherine's was warm, comfortable and sexually discrete. Around her
shoulders and flowing behind her like a cloud was a sheer black negligee.
And upon her dainty feet a pair of respectable high-heeled slippers,
decorated with delicate tufts of black fluff. She was in a very pleasant
mood tonight, as her smiling face attested to.
When she made eye contact with Beth she stopped. Katherine remembered her
digital camera and went to her desk to pick it up. As she walked over to
Beth, she made some adjustment to the camera's settings. Once that was
done, she stopped again and took aim through the viewfinder. With a big
smile on her face Katherine euphemistically told Beth to say "cheese"
before snapping the shutter. The picture was for her D/s friends, and Paul.
She set the camera off to the side where her computer was and then
approached Beth again.
"Well slave, how do I look?" She took a whimsical moment to display herself
before Beth. She was making it a point to show all the voyeurs out there
including Paul, the overt contrast between a refined dominant seductive
woman and her fetish bound slave girl. All Beth could do was give a wide
eyed stare of amazement and a couple of grunts of confirmation of Mistress
Katherine's stately erotic beauty.
"I was thinking that we would spend a nice quiet evening together pet. Go
over some mail, sip a little wine and just relax while looking out at the
stars on this clear full moon night. Doesn't that sound nice pet?"
"Mmmm"
"Good, let me unhooked you from that post and you can work yourself over
into a kneeling position at the cocktail table so we can see what Paul has
sent us today." Katherine unfastened Beth's chain tether from the post.
"Here let me help you to the table pet." Katherine then picked up her
outfit matching black riding crop and began to use it on Beth's naked
behind.
"MNNPPPHHH!!!"
"Now quiet down B. You know I have to do this. I contacted my private
investigator before I came back in and he said that Paul is looking at us
right now. So we have to keep increasing the pace of this farce when
opportunity knocks IF we want to be successful. Time is going by much to
fast and we need to take full advantage of every precious moment we have to
sour Paul's taste for you. So, if I swat your rear end like so."
"MMMPPHHH!!"
It's because I have to create an image, a mood if you will, of superiority
and domination over you. And you B must act like you love doing it for me,
by letting me use my crop on you, by standing still and by pushing your
lovely derriere out even further for me to play with. Remember B, we must
look and act the part to be successful. You do understand, don't you?"
"Mmmmmmm"
"Good slave girl! I know I can count on you, here and now, and in
California. That's right pet bend at the waist and stick out that beautiful
ass of yours. Let Paul see how obedient and kinky you are. I have it! Let's
give him a little show on how nice you look in your tarty slave girl
outfit. I can use my crop on you while you parade yourself back and forth
in front of the window. How does that sound slave?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
"What was that?"
"MMPPPHHHH!!!!"
"That's what I like to hear, enthusiasm! Now show me how you can slink your
sexy self around while still being bound and gagged like you are. Remember,
we're doing it for Paul and California so do your best B."
So began Beth's forced parade down the fashion catwalk at the coaching of
Katherine's creative sense of entertainment. The sounds of human flesh
meeting leather, the squeakiness of skin hugging rubber held in check by
tight leather bondage and Beth's simpering whining moans of the proverbial
damsel in distress were the icing on the D/s cake that was now echoing the
visual drama being played out in front of that big window. And all because
of Paul's failure to see what was staring at him right before his eyes. But
tonight he would get a good long look at his pseudo bride to be, dressed to
the nines in all her fetish bondage glory, compliments of Beth's pretend
lesbian lover, Mistress Katherine.
Beth was a magnificent vision of red and black. The rubber was all brightly
colored red and the leather was a dark enslaving black. Viewing such a
contrast of passion and oppression on such a petite feminine form was both
disturbing and exciting at the same time. Hopefully, it was enough to
replace Paul's vision of Beth as his pure righteous Madonna with one of a
hungry salacious whore.
The rubber of Beth's outfit was in the form of a long sleeved leotard with
attached gloves for her hands and pods for her feet. It also had a few
major cutouts. One for each of Beth's breasts and one for her crotch that
extended in back to expose her sumptuous rear end. A red, open faced,
rubber hood was also stretched around her head and down her swan like neck.
Powerful black leather was strategically added for both function and
beauty. It started with her shiny black knee high stiletto boots with their
leather ankle cuffs. Cuffs connected with a shiny silver chain that barely
touched the floor when Beth came to attention with both legs together.
Around her waist was a wide leather belt that looked somewhat like a cinch
corset. It acted as a kind of bondage foundation garment for all the other
leather straps to flow out of, wrap around and then buckle tightly back
upon it.
One of those leather snakes was a crotch strap that disappeared soon after
leaving it's front, and center, base camp position. It headed directly
between poor Beth's pussy lips and then butt cheeks only to raise it's
sinful head again to be fastened tightly in back. Another strap began its
travels upward from center front only to branch into many other straps that
flowed over Beth's shoulders, around her torso and even circled the base of
her breasts forcing them out from her chest into beautiful orbs of naked
salivating virtue.
Behind her back, Beth's arms were folded onto one another, the wrist of one
touching the elbow of the other. A short leather tube was wrapped around
her rubber-covered forearms with a series of smaller leather straps running
down its length to keep her arms fixed tightly in position. Two final
straps completed Beth's ensemble for tonight. One, her wide collar
considered by some to be a posture collar with the word "SLAVE" embossed
boldly in red on it. The other, a leather gag strap with a rubber plug
forced deep into Beth's wet articulate mouth and buckled extra tight behind
her rubber clad head.
Katherine did her best to dress and display Beth as the wanton kinky bitch
in heat that her plan called for. Paul had to be having trouble accepting
his obsession right now. With each butt smacking mincing step Beth took,
Katherine knew Paul's Madonna illusion was crumbling right before his eyes.
"STOP! I think that's enough for one night pet." Katherine's words were
like a pardon to Beth's imprisoned soul. She was so glad that her modeling
career had ended just as fast as it started, and now her burning butt could
begin it's slow cooling off period.
Katherine looked at Beth with dazzled eyes, no doubt the same way that Paul
was seeing her too. Beth was breathing hard through her nose. She was
having some problem catching her breath. Her rubber covered flesh was
bulging over the tight leather straps that kept her chest from expanding to
it's fullness like it wanted to, like it needed to! Then Katherine turned
her eyes to Beth's bottom where she had spent the last ten or so minutes
using her riding crop.
"My goodness B, it looks as though I was a bit too zealous with the crop
upon your beautiful butt. Your derriere is so red and glowing. I dare say
your rear end looks quite like a female baboon in heat now. Here, come with
me to the cocktail table. You can kneel and rest on your haunches. Paul
should still be able to see how red your butt is while we go over today's
mail." Katherine took hold of Beth's collar ring and dragged her over to
the table. She then placed her hands on Beth's shoulders and guided her
down into a kneeling position. Beth eased herself the rest of the way down,
making sure her red cheeks did not come in contact with the pencil type
heels of her boots.
As Katherine positioned herself on the other side of the table in a
comfortable chair, Beth began to relax into her fetish captivity. A warm
feeling of pleasure seemed to be flowing through her body. The pain in her
butt was subsiding and becoming more remarkably delightful. The leather
strap that was rubbing over her wet hungry pussy was becoming more and more
gratifying with each passing second. And the rubber, that she once hated
with a passion, was now making her hot sweaty body feel more sexually alive
then she ever thought possible. Oh yes, the rubber was fast becoming her
most acceptable piece of clothing now. But it was never like that, not in
the beginning.
In the beginning, Beth really hated wearing the rubber outfits. She hated
it ten times more so than being gagged. But now, with Katherine's help, she
had come to almost desire it.
Back in the beginning, when Katherine wanted to REALLY dress Beth in
rubber, Beth became very afraid and almost panic stricken. This was
directly related to how the rubber made her feel once she was wearing it.
She told Katherine on several occasions how she hated that rubber material
and asked her, pleaded with her, if she could wear something else, even the
sexy abbreviated latex instead. But it seemed like the more she complained,
the more Katherine forced her to wear that damn rubber. Almost totally
ignoring her pleas for mercy. Many times Beth thought she was going to
loose her mind when she was dressed in rubber from top to bottom and then
bound and gagged into silent helpless immobility.
What made Beth so panic stricken was how the rubber was ALWAYS so hot,
tight and sweaty?
The latex and leather were tight too, but they had more of a limited tight
"hold" on her instead of a persistent, all engulfing, hot, squeezing and
suffocating "constriction". The rubber seemed to be overpowering and
relentless! It always reminding her that it was there, around her,
compressing her, controlling her and trying to dominate her every second
she wore it, more so than even Katherine! She couldn't move without feeling
the rubber's constant increasing pull on her delicate flesh. She couldn't
take a full breath without fighting against the rubber's python like
constriction, not to mention the ever-present smell and sometimes taste of
the foul stuff.
To Beth the rubber acted as if it was alive! It never took pity on her. It
forever oppressed her. And it quickly became her adversary, her antithesis
for living. Then one night it happened.
That night Katherine planned on pushing the B&D envelope to the max. She
planned on dressing Beth in layer after layer of rubber. Totaling
encapsulating her until only her nostrils and hard erect nipples would have
access to air and freedom. She had some straps made from that same damnable
stuff to bind her with. Then after virtually cocooning her in rubber she
was going to display her in front of the window for hours. Paul would be
able to watch the entire dress up and displaying process through the
undraped window. Thus it was necessary for Beth to act as a more than
willing participant in this intense unfolding chapter of the plan. Beth had
to show Paul how kinky and perverted her sexual cravings had really become.
Beth was drying herself off in the shower when Katherine told her what was
planned for that night. That's when she lost it. Before, Katherine used
only a few rubber items at a time. One night a pair of opera length rubber
gloves and thigh high rubber stockings. Another night, a long length rubber
corset, or a sleeveless rubber leotard with cut outs for her breasts and
pussy. Or just a rubber hood with a large cut out circle that framed her
pretty face. Those items alone were enough to make Beth dread wearing
rubber ever again. But when Katherine told Beth what was in store for her
that night, she completely broke down.
Beth dropped down to her knees and begged Katherine to please not have her
wear the rubber, not tonight, not ever again! Tears were running down her
cheeks and her voice was strained and frightened. Katherine seeing how
terror-stricken Beth was immediately knelt down next to her and hugged her.
She let Beth talk it out, all the reasons why she hated it so. She let Beth
cry it out too while she held her in her caring arms, stroking Beth's hair,
and rocking them both gently.
All the while she continued to tell Beth how everything was going to be all
right. There was nothing to fear. She soothed and consoled the frightened
girl until she quieted down.
When Beth regained her composure she and Katherine sat together on the
bathroom floor. Katherine had one arm around Beth and the other drying her
tears. Then the two had yet another long heartfelt talk like two
girlfriends whose souls had been bonded eternally to one another.
When it was all over Katherine was able to refute all of Beth's emotional
objections to wearing the rubber. Like many things in life, Beth's
antagonism to wearing rubber was based on her limited interpretation from a
narrow perspective. Once Katherine broadened Beth's vision and gave her
another one, a more personal one, Beth seemed to be a little more willing
to try and accept what needed to be done.
Katherine had told Beth of her own revulsion to wearing rubber many years
ago when she was young and experimenting with her boyfriend. Hearing this
made Beth change her focus from her own frightful plight to Katherine's,
her dearest friend. A friend who seemed to share her own same aversion to
rubber, but somehow over came it.
She told Beth how, like her, she quickly came to hate wearing the rubber.
All for the same reasons she did. But her boyfriend absolutely went ape
over her wearing it and she really loved him and wanted to make him happy.
So, she did a little research, some quiet self-reflection and then had an
unbelievable break through about it all, and about herself.
Back then, she was a headstrong and dominant young woman, a hundred times
more so than today. She had a major desire to succeed, her way, in all
facets of her life. Wearing the rubber seemed to attack the very core of
this part of her personality. Then she had remembered a bit of wisdom a
good friend and mentor had told her early in her career. At first she
though it pertained only to the business world, but then she saw how broad
and sweeping his message really was.
He said "the difference between winners and losers is that winners want to
win anyway they can, and losers want to win their way."
It was all a question of perspective and bending with the wind without
breaking. Katherine told Beth how her new revelation had changed her. In
the way she viewed life and the way she responded to wearing the rubber
clothes. Instead of seeing the rubber as her enemy, to her womanhood, to
her image as an unique and capable human being, she began to see it as an
ally, a friend. A dear friend who's ever present constriction was analogous
to the tender warm hug of a dear sweet lover. A complete body embrace, rich
with passion, love and security.
She accepted it on it's terms, submitted to it, flowed into it, let her
body be engulfed by it, stimulated by it, and yes, she even masturbated
with it. A whole new world opened up for her that day. And it all started
with, of all things, those damn rubber clothes.
Beth remembered how mesmerized she was listening to Katherine's story. Not
with just the story, or hearing how her mentor and dear friend obtained
sexual relief in what some might call a depraved kind of way, but the way
she told her tale, with such feeling, intimacy and without guilt. Beth was
awe struck. Never had Katherine shared such a tender and personal account
of her life with her. Not only was Beth touched by her story and how it
related directly to her, but how much Katherine trusted her in revealing so
much of her private side to her that Beth was willing to put forth the
effort to try again. To emulate her mentor and dear close friend. To wear
the rubber and look upon it from a completely different perspective.
Beth also remembered how Katherine left her. A final long hug, a gentle
sweet kiss on the lips and an order to get herself ready with talcum powder
while she prepared herself. A short while later Beth entered the great room
to find Katherine waiting for her. She was dressed in rubber. A black
sleeveless mini dress that looked two sizes too small. Her breasts and
femininity compressed firmly with her hard erect nipples showing only as
little flat buttons.
At the same time the rubber accented her waist and hips into full womanly
curves. She dressed herself in rubber as a gesture of support and
sisterhood. Once again Katherine showed how much she really thought of
Beth, not just in words but also in deeds. With such a woman like Katherine
on her side, how could Beth fail. So she approached her with a broad smile
on her lips and a single tear running down her cheek. Tonight Beth would
blindly follow wherever Katherine led.
Beth remembered that night very clearly. Katherine had given her the same
red rubber leotard she was wearing now only in back. Then she told Beth to
examine it first, to play with it and rub it all over her body. Katherine
wanted Beth to see it as a thing of beauty that would make her lovely
feminine form even more beautiful when SHE decided to put it on. She wanted
her to feel it upon her skin as a cool, smooth, excitingly sensuous
garment. The sensations would increase ten fold when it covered her soft
sensual skin. Beth should drink long and deep of its unique and powerful
fragrance, a scent that would soon engulf her soul as the garment would her
body.
It wasn't long before Beth was eagerly pulling on the rubber leotard
without any coaxing from Katherine. As soon as Katherine zipped Beth into
it, she began what one could only describe as an erotic melding of two
kindred spirits, one alive, the other just a piece of rubber. The way she
stretched, twisted and caressed herself while in the rubber suit was an
astounding sight to behold. Her rubber-clad hands sought out and slowly
cuddled her naked yearning breasts. Her full rounded derriere was rubbed,
grasped and playfully spanked by her own hands. The taunt rubber nuzzled
her hairless wet pussy. Beth seemed to be oblivious to all around her, to
Katherine, to Paul, and the many other voyeurs staring at her, at her
passionate discovery of her rubber skinned self.
When Katherine walked up to Beth carrying more items of black rubber she
smiled at her with a kind of wonderful dreamy look. For a short while their
roles were reversed, Katherine became Beth's servant, her dressing maid, as
she held out each garment for her to put on. First was a pair of thigh high
hose that snapped and crackled as they were put on. Next came a pair of
elbow length gloves that took some time to work over her already rubber
clad fingers.
Third was a G-string with small little nubs that fell directly over Beth's
hungry wet pussy. This item was easy for Beth to get into and her fingers
lingered around it until Katherine held open a pair of panties for her.
The panty covered most of her rear end and seemed to push the rubber nubs
of the G-string further against her sensitive love nest. One last crotch
covering was presented to Beth in the form of a thigh length pair of rubber
tights. Once she wiggled herself into these her entire crotch seem aroused,
hot and sweaty. But at the same time, almost numb to the touch of her
finger.
While Beth tried to alleviate the sexual itch between her legs, Katherine
produced two more garments in black. The first was a full cup rubber bra,
and like the G-string, it too had a series of hard rubber nubs lining the
inside of the cups. When Beth was fitted into it, she found her hard erect
nipples sticking out through the small opening in each breast cup. And
whemn she massaged her rubber clad breasts, she could feel the hard nubs
poking into her soft supple flesh with a pleasant, and highly erotic
effect.
The other garment was the once dreaded long line, very thick and heavily
boned, rubber corset. It went from the top of her hot rounded thighs to
just under her proud delicious breasts. Beth's eyes seem to glow with eager
anticipation as she felt Katherine wrap it around her torso and then
fastened the front clasps. Beth could barely feel the dangling rubber
garter straps that bounced against her multi-layered thighs. While
Katherine pulled on the back laces, Beth closed her eyes and focused her
awareness on having her torso constricted by the loving embrace of her
recently discovered rubber friend.
All through the lacing process Beth's hands were busy stroking and fondling
her new rubber skin. Little, soft, closed mouth moans echoed her self-
absorbed sweet torment. When the corset was laced closed, Katherine
stretched its garter straps to clip them to the tops of Beth's rubber hose.
Each one she would let snap back against Beth's thighs causing the girl to
let out a open mouth gasp that seemed to reflect a moment of stinging
pleasure.
Beth had her eyes closed in a kind of delicious hypnotic trance when
Katherine pulled her hands away from fondling herself and positioned them
behind her back. She used one of the long rubber straps to tie Beth's
wrists together and then wound it up both arms all the way to her elbows.
Beth didn't mind the tightness or her helplessness one little bit. She just
stayed in her erotic euphoria.
Katherine quickly took a second much longer and much wider rubber strap and
used one end of it to bind Beth's ankles together. Then she began wrapping
the strap around Beth's swaying rubber-encased body like a child with a
ribbon around the maypole. Only Katherine was more conscientious as to
where the rubber band went on Beth's body. She made certain the rubber was
stretched taunt first before it was wrapped tightly around the semi
unconscious Beth. The binding strap was long enough to go from Beth's
ankles all the way up to just under Beth's breasts, and then back down
again. It was tired off at the ankles usuing the same end that was use to
start the whole rubber wraping in the first place.
Beth was in a state of total rubber immersion. Her eyes were shut, her
mouth open, her breathing soft and shallow as she remained in a standing
position enjoying a feeling of sublime ecstasy.
Katherine stepped behind Beth and said one word "open". And like the door
to Ali Baba's cave Beth's mouth began to open wide. Katherine started
pushing a rubber plug deep into her mouth and all the while Beth remained
in her state of bliss with only a faint moan or groan that accompanied a
push or a shove on the rubber probe.
When Katherine was satisfied with the depth of the probe's insertion into
her willing slave's succulent mouth she wrapped the attached thick rubber
hood around Beth's head, making sure the breathing tubes were well placed
up inside Beth's nostrils. She then pulled and tugged the rubber edges
together in back while she zipped the hood closed from the top of her head
to the base of her neck.
Given that the rubber hood was thick and tight, a generic female face was
molded into the front of it. This way no part of Beth's face was compressed
more than any other. However, her entire face was forced firmly in contact
with the hot sweaty rubber and her lungs began to fill with its
intoxicating aroma.
The only item used on Beth that was not made of rubber was the same SLAVE
embossed leather collar that she now wore. And it too was padlocked closed.
Katherine took hold off her rubber-cocooned slave and cautiously lowered
her down upon the top of the cocktail table. She wound and tied off a
rubber strap around Beth's legs, waist and above her chest binding her
rubber slave girl to the table for safety. Then walking around to the long
side furthest away from the window, Katherine began touching and stroking
her mummy of rubber.
She could see weak undulating muscle movements in the rubber. Small wave-
like quivers traveling up and down Beth's entombed body. And she could hear
a faint whistle like sound coming from the breathing tubes in her nose.
Katherine noted how tranquil and completely relaxed Beth was, a major
difference from her panicky state an hour or so before. Then Katherine
decided to raise the level of excitement up one more notch, mostly for
Paul.
She collected a heavy duty vibrator and forced it between and under the
rubber cocooning straps until it was securely placed right over the multi-
layered rubber covering of Beth's pussy. A wire lead from it to a little
box she had set on the arm of her comfy chair.
Katherine then took two small egg shaped plastic clamps and fitted them
over each of Beth's exposed plump nipples until they were touching the
exposed areolas. A muffled audible groan was heard from Katherine's rubber
doll when these devices were clamped around each nipple. These two devices
also had wires leading from them to Katherine's little black box.
Katherine relaxed back into her chair and placed the black box, with it's
assortment of switches and knobs, upon her lap. She took a moment to stare
out of the window and into one area of a particular building directly
across from hers. Her lips formed a very sinful and satisfied smile as she
mouthed a few silent words.
Then, without looking at Beth, she flicked on a switch and slowly twisted a
single knob. A soft low hum began. A hum that grew in intensity as did the
rippling of Beth's muscles, as did the moans and groans of a deep seated
pleasure, and as did the strength of her breath through the rubber tubes.
The vibrations at her crotch were transmitted through the layers of rubber
until they were focused directly into Beth's oozing pussy by the hard nubs
that covered her there. One particular nub just happened to be in direct
contact with her more than receptive clit.
Her nipple clamps were really vibrating clamps. Their pulsating rhythms
were carried deep into Beth's quivering breasts. And those rubber nubs in
her rubber bra added immeasurably to her ever expanding pleasure spiral.
Oh yes, Beth remembered that night well. When the entire universe exploded
before her, even though she remained tightly sealed inside her multi-
layered rubber cocoon. Strange, how the tight rubber seemed to numb her
flesh into a state of helpless security, while her mind soared in a kind of
sublime waking dream. The very core of her being was ushered quickly into
the bizarre realm of intense sexuality. A surreal reality where she was
powerless to fight against or have any control over. And one she would
submit herself to, and flow with, until Mistress Katherine decided when it
was time for her to have a series of mind blowing organisms.
It was a night to remember. And if her memories became tattered, she could
always watch the video Katherine made from start to finish of that
wonderfully kinky night. Or she could look at the many pictures that
chronicled her passage into becoming nothing more than a rubber devotee
herself. Those same pictures, and video, that was sent to Paul in the mail.
"Oh here it is pet!" Katherine's excited discovery brought Beth back to the
present. A time where Katherine was dressed in her sedate manner and
sitting on the edge of her comfy chair, opening a brown envelope that Paul
had sent to them. While Beth was dressed in rubber, bound in leather and
gagged most foully kneeling close to Katherine like a faithful pet watching
her owner perform some task that was dedicated to a superior species.
"My goodness! Paul sure didn't like what we sent him last time. It looks
like he ripped up several pictures and then marked up the rest. I have an
idea! Why don't you try and put the torn up pieces back together again,
like a puzzle, while I go and prepare the next set of pictures to send to
him."
"MMPPHH?"
"I know pet, your all tied up and can't use your hands. But you can still
try. Use your nose B. I'll come back in a little while to see how you're
doing." Katherine patted Beth on her head and moved off to her desk where
the camera and computer equipment were kept.
Beth gave a shallow sigh. Her stringent outfit and bondage would allow
nothing more. She tried to work the torn pieces with her nose, but it was
just too difficult for her. So she sat back on her haunches and waited for
Katherine to return. In the mean time, she began to look at the other
pictures on the table.
She tried to shake her head in disbelief in what she saw, but her posture
collar prevented it. How could that person in those pictures be her? She
looked at them one by one. There was the one of her on display again. Her
legs were strapped together at ankles, knees and thighs. She was standing
in the center of a large square, wooden frame. Leather cuffs fastened
around each of her wrists and then pulled her arms to the top two corners
of the frame. Her position made her look like the letter "Y". A ball gag
and head harness had been used and its top ring was pulled upwards to a
clip on the top beam. It pulled her head up high and forced it to stay like
that. A wide leather belt with many buckles had been harshly cinched around
her waist and a narrow crotch strap attached to it was threaded deeply
between her pussy lips and butt cheeks. She remembered how it felt, like
she was being cut in two. A memory she did not like dwelling on in the
least, so she moved on to another picture.
The next one was worst. She wore the same belt and crotch strap, but now
the picture represented what Katherine called her method of discipline. It
was to show Paul how Mistress Katherine punished her slave when she became
unruly and in need of discipline, which Beth never did.
It showed her bent over at the waist with her head and wrists in a wooden
stock. The same stock that was used back in the time of the pilgrims to
publicly chastise and humiliate sinful town's folk. In her mouth was a bit
gag, a hard rubber rod forced deep between her wide stretched teeth and
fastened behind her head with a leather strap. On her legs, Katherine put a
leather sheath. A cross between an ankle length skirt and a corset. It was
so thick and heavily boned that once it was laced up she felt like her legs
were fused together and totally unable to bend at the knees. It also had a
large hole in back where her entire fleshy derriere was forced out of.
Positioned like this Mistress Katherine used an assortment of paddles,
crops and floggers on her helpless innocent butt cheeks. The combination of
the stocks and unyielding hobble skirt made it impossible for Beth to move
away from getting her ass thrashed. The picture showed her after the
chastisement with a very red butt. It also showed her with a pair of biting
nipple clamps and their associated heavy weights hanging from them.
Katherine added them early in the session to both add to Beth's visual
plight and to keep her from hopping around during her punishment.
"Let's see how you're doing pet?"
Beth's stiffly held body jerked at being surprised by Katherine's return.
"Oh for goodness sakes B! You haven't done a single thing yet, obviously
you need a little incentive."
Beth's eyes went wide when she heard that remark. She knew she was in
trouble now, but before she could grunt out a plea for mercy Katherine was
already fastening a pair of chain linked clamps onto her poor erect
nipples. She even added a large padlock around the chain as a weight that
pulled down on her distressed teats.
"MMPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"Be quiet pet! Now, you have a choice. You can either put those torn pieces
back together again, after which, I will remove your nipple clamps, OR, you
can continue your lazyness and I will add two or three more padlocks to the
chain. Then you can stay like that for the rest of the night. It's your
choice B. I'll be back in twenty minutes to see what you decided."
Beth squeezed her eyes shut against the pain radiating into her breasts
from the downward pull on her nipples. She opened her eyes and a tear began
to roll down her rubber-clad cheek. Once again, she was forced to make a
choice in the lesser of two evils.
She began to lean forward and try to piece the puzzle back together. The
weight shifted out in front of her, swinging in the process it banged into
the table. She immediately straightened her torso up again. The movement of
the weight increased tremendously the pain she was already feeling in her
tormented breasts and nipples.
She pondered a moment, which would be worse? Suffer the random spiking pain
as she tried to put the puzzle back together again. Or, remain still and
bear the present throb only to have it increased ten fold when Katherine
returned, AND, for the rest of the night. Neither choice was desirable.
She decided to get it over with now. She tried her best to put the pictures
back together with her nose while causing the least amount of self
inflicting pain in the process, but she wasn't having much success. Again,
she saw Paul as the one responsible for making her life a living hell, not
Katherine.
It wasn't long before Beth was almost done. What looked like a few pictures
turned out to be just one. One that was a series of smaller ones all put
together in one print. It was a sequence of pictures of the night when
Katherine had shaved her pussy bald. The first one was of her on her back
atop the same table she had just assembled the puzzle on. Her wrists and
ankles where tied to the bottom of the table legs and she was nude except
for heels, a leather blindfold and a simple ball gag. Between her and the
table was a drop cloth that Katherine used to protect the expensive marble
tabletop.
The next couple of pictures were close-ups of her hairy pussy with her legs
spread wide apart. One, with Katherine pulling on her pubic hair
haphazardly, and the other, with her pulling on the hair so as to stretch
and separate her labia lips. From this photo she could see how wet she was.
And anyone who viewed this photo had to believe that being played like this
was sexually arousing for her. Which, at the time, was exactly the
opposite.
The pictures that followed showed how Katherine used an old fashioned
shaving brush to coat her entire pussy and pubic area in a frothy white
lather. She readily remembered how good it felt being touched like that.
How the soothing, warm, creamy foam seemed to caress her hairy flesh. The
manner in which the soft bristles circled around and around her hooded love
nest, like a gentle erotic massage. This memory alone almost made her
forget her present tormented condition.
Then a few more pictures of Katherine removing her intimate privacy with a
double blade safety razor. At the time, she was so scared that Katherine
might accidentally cut or nick her, that her whole body was frozen solid
with fear.
Two final pictures remained in the sequence. One was a close-up of her
cleanly shaven pussy in all its naked glory. The other was a full-length
picture of her prostrated, bound, and gagged self, with her new, younger,
and innocent looking little girl pussy taking center stage.
A few moments later Katherine returned.
"Ahh, now I see why I thought there was more than one picture there. A job
well done pet, you deserve a reward. Would you like me to remove those
weighted nipple clamps for you now slave?"
"MMMMMM!"
"Ok B. Get ready."
Beth knew what Katherine meant by "get ready" from the first time she had
experienced having nipple clamps removed during her punishment session with
the wooden stock and hobble skirt. She thought it would feel a whole lot
better when they were removed, but again she was wrong. A wave of pain
almost on the same level as when they were first put on rushed through her
breasts and nipples. She had yelled in startled muffled surprise at the
agony she felt that first time. Katherine had to quickly finger her nipples
and massage her breasts in an attempt to rub the pain away post haste.
This time Beth squinted her eyes shut and groaned in an incresing pitch
as the flash of pain coursed through her chest. And, just like all the
other times, Katherine did her best to rub the pain away for her.
"There you go pet. All better now." Katherine left Beth to take her place
back in the comfy chair.
"Well B, what do you say about sending these pictures to Paul?" Katherine
placed three in front of her.
They were all the same size, as always, eight and a half by eleven, and all
in full brilliant color. One was a picture of her as she was tonight,
chained to the wooden pillar. The second was of her while she was putting
the picture puzzle together, weighted nipple clamps and all. The third was
the one Katherine always sent to Paul. It showed Katherine leaning back in
the chair, one leg spread off to the side and the other pulled wide and
draped over the chair's armrest. Kneeling before her with arms bound behind
her was Beth, her head buried in Katherine's crotch while one of
Katherine's hands was behind Beth's head holding it firmly in place.
Katherine's face beamed in exultation as if she were in the throes of
erotic ecstasy.
The picture was self-evident. Beth, the lesbian bimbo slave girl, was
giving her Mistress Katherine oral sex. At least that's what the picture
looked like. In reality, Beth's forehead was resting on the panty covered
pubic hair of Katherine. It was a simulated sex scene designed to make Paul
believe that his very moral heterosexual wife to be, the mother of his
future children, was in reality a lesbian, with a great desire to eat
pussy.
Beth remembered Katherine telling her what they were going to do an hour or
so before they actually did it. She wanted to prepare Beth and not shock
her, but Beth was still shocked to hear what Katherine had planned and
almost quit right then and there. Katherine had to tell her over and over
again how it wasn't going to be real, more like slight of hand or trick
photography. And after awhile, with more of Katherine's enlightening and
compassionate influence, Beth did have to admit, it would be the cherry on
the cake in making Paul believe that she wasn't what he thought she was.
So, she followed Katherine's lead promising to do her best to make it look
as believable as possible. And when it did happen, Beth took on the aura of
a disembodied bondage fetish doll. She was being pulled here, positioned on
her knees there, and letting her head be forced deep into Katherine's
hungry crotch. All without even the slightest resistance, as if she had
done it a thousand times before. The only bad part was whenever Beth looked
at that photo, for some reason, she could still smell that heavy odor of
sex emanating from Katherine's covered pussy from that one time.
Beth watched while Katherine gathered up the pictures and placed them in
the brown envelope. She could see the name written on the outside of it in
big letters "Paul, the doubting Thomas".
"There we go pet, all finished." Katherine stroked and patted Beth's rubber
covered head and then stood up. She told Beth to "STAY" with the associated
flat hand gesture to reinforced the command before taking the envelope to
another part of the room.
Being seen, controlled and finally responding like a household pet no
longer evoked a gut-wrenching wave of shame and guilt like it did in the
beginning for Beth. She had either successfully repressed those natural
human responses to a damaged self-esteem or rationalized them into silent
acceptance as part of her actress's role in Katherine's new and improved
plan. Whatever the reason, it made her appearance as a well trained
domesticated animal all the more believable to the casual observer and,
hopefully, Paul.
Beth heard soft mellow music playing in the background. She watched as
Katherine poured herself a glass of red wine and casually walked to the
window. She was looking out into the star lit night. Then, without making
eye contact, she said "Pet, come" and gently tapped her hand on the side of
her leg.
If Katherine had said "B, come", then Beth would have slowly and cautiously
worked herself upright and minced over to where Katherine stood. But she
said the word pet, which meant for her to crawl over to her Mistress on her
knees.
Beth did her best to hurry, but having her ankles shackled and some
"special furniture" in her path caused her to take the scenic route. When
she did get to her place next to Katherine, a bit out of breath, she
nuzzled the side of Katherine's leg with her face.
Again, without looking, Katherine's hand dropped to her side and cupped
Beth's chin, her thumb lightly stroking the top of Beth's puffed out cheek.
"Isn't it a beautiful night pet?"
"Mmm"
"The sky is so clear and the stars so bright. I wonder if we will have such
wonderful nights like this in California. What do you think pet?"
"mmm mpphhh mggff"
"Me too Beth. Me too."
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Part 4 - "An Arresting Situation" Coming Tuesday
