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 9)
"Maid Madness"
Oh yes, she will be glad to see Tonya out of her life. Her relationship
with Tonya was bittersweet and it frightened her more than it angered her.
In her two meetings with Tonya, Beth found herself in the inferior role and
totally at her mercy both physically and emotionally. The latter was what
scared her the most. Tonya's mastery of the art of seduction was
incredible. Even with her, an intelligent heterosexual woman, she was
amazed at how easy it was for her to be lured into Tonya's lesbian world.
Her soft feminine touch and tender sweet words, filled with alarming
insight into Beth's own dark yearning soul, made her feel like a spell was
cast upon her whenever she fell into the spider woman's web.
Her only salvation came in the form of a vision. An image so macabre in
nature that it always shocked her back into the real world. "Thing" saved
her. Each time she felt another soft silken thread binding her closer and
closer to Tonya's exciting embrace, all she had to do was to remember
Thing. Poor Thing, she was the last woman to be caught in the spider
woman's web and was now and forever changed into a silent surreal symbol of
Tonya's sexually depraved madness.
Still strapped tightly to the post, more memories began pouring into Beth's
mind. Nasty memories of her tour de jour as Tonya's apprenticed serving
wench. An unusual learning experience for Beth that started this very
morning just before Katherine went to work for the last time.
"Now pet, you know how important tonight is. This is where all our hard
work comes to fruition. We either win and find ourselves on our way to
sunny California with our new lives ahead of us or ... well, let's not
think about that. Keep thinking positively, follow Tonya's orders and, when
I get back, we will finally put an end to this offensive farce once and for
all! Trust in Tonya like you do in me B. You realize that if I didn't have
to make one final appearance at work, then I would be here with you,
training you for tonight's soiree, not Tonya. But the corporate world calls
and I must go. I have the greatest confidence in Tonya's abilities pet, so
be good and do what she says, It will all work out as I planned, you'll
see."
Beth looked at Katherine with frightened eyes, but somehow she found the
courage to once more submerge herself into her submissive role and say in a
calm voice, "As you wish Mistress. B will do whatever Tonya says and please
hurry back Mistress, PLEASE?" She could not help the inflection in her
voice as she pleaded with her mistress not to leave her alone with Tonya
for very long.
"I will pet. I will."
The two hugged passionately, Katherine dressed in her executive power suit
ready for a full day at the office and Beth completely naked without a
single hair left on her body.
When their embrace broke, Katherine took Beth's face in her hands and
kissed her on the lips. In the beginning, Beth felt such a woman to woman
kiss was very repugnant. But now, she wished it would never end. Her lips
parted and eagerly accepted Katherine's probing tongue into her mouth.
Tonya was looking on from a short distance away. Her hand caressing the
side of Thing's face as Thing knelt submissively by her side just like she
had back in that jail cell.
Katherine slowly pushed Beth away and gently stroked her bald head and
tear-streaked cheek, then, without saying another word, she turned and
left. Beth quickly walked up to the closing door and looked through the
peephole trying to catch a final glimpse of her departing friend.
Tonya smiled at the thought of how cute Beth looked. She was acting so much
like a devoted house pet watching her Mistress leave and craving to be by
her side, not unlike her own loving Thing by hers. But time was not an
asset they could afford to waste on sentimental moments like this. So she
patted Thing on the head and walked up behind Beth. She put her hands on
Beth's shoulders and began massaging them.
Beth continued to look through the peephole as if trying to ignore Tonya,
but when Tonya hands flowed down and around her body she could no longer
disregard what her body was telling her. So she closed her eyes and
pretended it was Katherine who was caressing her so affectionately.
Tonya put her chin on Beth's shoulder and then let her cheek snuggled up to
Beth's face. Her fingers began rubbing Beth's nipples between them and
sometimes adding a playful little pinch in the process.
Beth seemed lost in the moment, not caring at all that it was another woman
fondling her so. She even let out a little moan when Tonya's physical
interest became more intimate as Tonya's lesbian artistry meandered down
between Beth's legs and to her shaven pussy.
Tonya whispered into Beth's ear, "Oh sweet thing, I wish I could play with
you like this all day long. But we need to put our energy into another area
now, your training." She then abruptly stopped her caresses as Beth's
aroused body demanded more.
She was such a tease, that Tonya. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Getting Beth all hot and excited like that, taking her well up the
spiraling staircase to orgasm and then stopping when she was so near to
fulfilling her aching desire. But that was Tonya's way. To tease, to taunt,
to make one ache for more and then to deny them satisfaction. It was just
her devilish way of playing with her prey, nothing more, nothing less.
She put her hands on Beth's shoulders and gently turned her around until
she was facing her. Her hands began stroking and rubbing Beth's bald head
in a very sensuous way. Her ebony hands and blood red nails were a dramatic
contrast to Beth's pale barren scalp. And now it was Tonya who began making
little quivering moans of pleasure.
"My goodness B, I find your new look to be one incredible turn on! But
alas, time waits for no one."
Tonya moved closer to Beth. Their eyes riveted on one another. Tonya's gaze
was soft, warm, and laden with erotic desire, and Beth's was wide-eyed and
full of an aroused need mixed with building fear. Beth just knew Tonya was
going to kiss her. But all of a sudden, Tony stopped a few inches from her
lips. Then she heard Tonya say, "Kiss me B."
Beth's eyes blinked in surprise at what she heard. Never had she been the
one to initiate a kiss with a woman. All the other times, with Katherine or
even with Tonya, "they" were the ones who kissed her. She would just
continue to play the passive submissive role and let it happen. But this
time, she was the one asked to take the initiative. Even though she was
"told" to do so by Tonya, she still felt like it was her choice, not her
duty, to kiss another woman. A choice that somehow made her feel more
accepting of her role as a lesbian, deep down inside of her.
So she kissed Tonya. First letting their lips lightly touch one another.
Then Beth became more forceful, more vigorous, more pleasure seeking. She
found herself liking it, the sensuous feel of another woman's lips upon her
own. Again, she initialed another move with her tongue, slowing letting it
pass through Tonya's lips. Then she felt a chill radiate through her when
Tonya's full voluptuous lips began massaging her tongue as she thrust it in
and out of her mouth repeatedly. And when their tongue dance became even
more earnest, it was Beth who took the lead.
Just when Beth was losing herself in her first true consenting lesbian
tryst, Tonya broke the kiss. She then began to stroke the side of Beth's
bewildered face and told her it was time to begin. Again, Tonya had played
the dominant sexual tease to perfection.
She directed Beth to follow her, and as they passed the kneeling Thing
Tonya said, "Thing, follow."
Beth did not dare look back. Her interest in Thing made her skin crawl.
This was the second time she had met Thing, and Beth was finding herself
becoming more like her than she care to admit. So she refused to turn
around and watch Thing maneuver in her highly restrained and bizarre form.
But Beth could still hear Thing. First the clinking of metal and then the
rapid clicking of Thing's ballerina like shoes on the hard floor behind
her. That insidious sound that sent a cold shiver up her spine.
When they reached the great room, Tonya said, "B, stay. Thing, over to your
perch."
'Perch?' Beth thought to herself as she remained fixed on the spot that
Tonya had commanded her to. She watched in awe as Tonya lead Thing over to
a very strange looking ornate metal stand. Beth's curiosity got the better
of her as she shifted her interest from Thing's unnerving appearance to
what Tonya called "The Perch".
The stand was made completely from antique grayish metal and stood only a
few feet tall. The base was a slightly elevated heavy rectangular box and
from its center rose a substantially sized pipe. Mounted on the top was
what looked like a crescent shaped saddle with its two ends coiled around
themselves in an kind of artistic spiral. The entire stand was decorated
with fancy carvings and detailed reliefs of leaves, vines and small birds.
Thing stood in front of it, waiting. Her exotic stance with eyes looking
down was an eerie complement to her flawless black skin on top of her many
enhanced physical attributes, as well as her many polished gold jewelry.
Tonya was busy doing something to the stand, and her body was blocking
Beth's view. When she did finish, Tonya then walked off to the side.
That's when Beth's mouth dropped wide open and her eyes almost bugged right
out of her head.
Tonya had mounted two dildos, two life-like black phalluses, to the bottom
"U" part of the saddle. The back one was slightly smaller in girth and
length than the front one, but both still had a monstrous look about them.
Beth watched in spell bound fascination as Tonya applied some sort of clear
lubricant over just the one in back.
After wiping her hands clean, Tonya placed her foot on a small pedal hidden
in the base of the stand and pushed it down. The saddle began to descend,
and when it was only about knee high it stopped. Without saying a word,
Tonya stood patiently by as Thing began to move herself over the stand.
Beth was amazed at how mechanically Thing seemed to respond, with no
display of emotion or even a moment of hesitation, as she slowly straddled
her legs over the encumbered saddle.
Tonya moved around in front to face Thing and to push down on another pedal
in the base. The saddle, with its ominously protruding dildos, began to
rise. Thing still stood her ground, silent and motionless. Her feet en
pointe, legs straight and spread wide, and her torso and head held erect
and proud. The only movement Beth could detect was from Thing's hands. With
her wrists manacled firmly to her tightly cinched waist belt, all that
Thing could do was to move her fingers. Beth could see how they moved ever
so slowly over her hairless pubic area in a kind of rubbing motion. She
thought that it was an unconscious act of anxiety on Thing's part. But
whether it was favorable or not, Beth could not tell.
Beth continued to look on, curious but repulsed, as Tonya kept a careful
eye on the slowly rising probes. When the head of the dildos just touched
Thing's most tender flesh, Tonya stopped the saddle rising. She then began
touching and spreading Thing's butt cheeks and tattooed red pussy lips to
check the alignment of the probes. When all looked satisfactory, Tonya
eased her foot back down upon the pedal and the probes slowly rose up and
into Thing.
Beth let out with a gasp that caused Tonya to stop quickly. She look over
behind her and saw Beth with her mouth covered by her hands and eyes wide
open in a state of fearful surprise. Tonya then looked in the same
direction that Beth was staring at and then smiled when she saw the reason
for Beth's concern.
She looked back over to Beth with a warm smile and said, "Oh sweet B, you
need not concern yourself over Thing's possible discomfort. She has been
trained to immediately lubricate her pussy upon anticipation of being
mounted on her perch. That is why I only lubricated her anal dildo."
She gave Beth one last affectionate smile and turned her attention back to
impaling her Thing.
Slowly the probes moved up and into Thing. Thing just stood there, her legs
spread wide on either side and making only the faintest of twisting
movements to help guide the synthetic cocks deep inside her receptive
holes. When the dildos completely disappeared and the saddle began to form
itself between her legs, Thing began to move her legs together. But Tonya
kept her foot on the pedal as the saddle continued to rise. When Things
legs were only a couple of inches away from the center pipe a sharp metal
snap was heard.
Beth looked at the base of the stand, where the noise came from, and to her
amazement she saw a pair of manacles had automatically attached themselves
just above Thing's ankles. She also saw that Tonya continued to keep the
stand moving upward even though Thing's legs were firmly anchored to it's
base. Beth became even more concerned for Thing's safety as she watched the
saddle, and it's hidden probes, forced deeper and deeper into Thing's
sensitive crotch. When it looked like Thing's legs were as taunt as a
bowstring Tonya released the pedal.
'Oh my God!' Beth said under her breath as she stared on in horror, mixed
with just a touch of unexplainable arousal.
Tonya stepped back and eyed her properly mounted Thing with a look that was
pure haunting evil. She causally walked around her perched Thing, touching
her, stroking her, caressing her. She seemed to linger over those fleshy
feminine areas that the saddle made bulge into prominence. Finally, she
took Thing's black face in her hands and kissed her most affectionately. A
tender loving act that reminded Beth of Katherine.
Tonya let go of Thing's face and pushed a small concealed button on the
saddle. A low, almost inaudible, hum started, and for the very first time
Beth heard Thing vocalize a soft, self-indulgent moan.
With Thing securely tucked away on her perch, it was now Beth's turn. She
watched as Tonya began taking some black items from a nearby box. For some
reason now, Beth looked upon Tonya not with fear, but with a kind of serene
warmth. She could not understand why she had this feeling, especially with
regards to what she just seen happen to Thing. But never-the-less, she
began to see her in a positive light and searched her mind for the reason
why.
There was nothing strange in Tonya's manner of dress to warrant such a
feeling in Beth. In fact, she looked quite stylishly causal. Her long black
hair was pulled back into a ponytail that complimented her strikingly bold
yet attractive features. She wore a billowy, long sleeved, blood red silk
blouse and a pair of loose fitting designer gray slacks. Her mid-section
was pulled in by a wide dark belt with a polished gold buckle. And on her
feet was a pair of tastefully matching gray pumps.
Tonya began walking towards Beth and when Beth saw what she had in her
hands Beth quickly lost any favorable feelings she had for the spider
woman.
"These are only part of your uniform B. The rest will come later just
before the party. No point risking getting them soiled or damaged while you
are in your training period. Besides, you are going to need the extra time
to get use to wearing these."
Beth's spirit sank when she saw and heard what Tonya had for her. The first
article was a black corset contoured to match her figure with a slightly
wider panel in the front than on the back or sides. And from the look of
it, it seemed very stiff and unforgiving.
Tonya wrapped it around Beth's middle and fastened the hasps in front. She
then began the tedious process of lacing it close. Beth had already become
accustomed to wearing a corset for Katherine. So when Tonya was finished
lacing her into this waist cinch, what she felt was nothing new to her. All
be it, it was a little more constricting than usual.
"There you go sweetie. That should hold you, for now. As your serving wench
training progresses, I will take the time to tighten your laces. You have a
gap of some two to three inches that needs to be closed before the party
begins. But don't worry your pretty little head about that. You will be so
busy learning your new occupation that you will hardly know it's
happening."
Beth took a shallow breath and sighed. With three more inches to go she
wondered if she would be able to breathe let alone function at the party.
Tonya motioned for her to sit down as she picked up one of the shoes
Beth was to wear. Beth's waist cinch was cutting so deeply into her that
she was forced to maintain a straight-up sitting position. She knew once
Tonya was finished lacing it closed, she would be totally unable to sit
down again.
As Beth watched Tonya fit her feet inside the new shoes her concern about
her corset shifted to her feet.
The shoes were not your average woman's fashionable high-heeled footwear.
Oh they had style with their shiny patent leather and high, very high,
heels, more so now than what she wore Katherine's prescribed office five
inch ones. But they also looked to be more of a custom made item. For both
shoes were really a pair of boots that laced up the front to a couple of
inches above her ankles. They were also trimmed with white ruffled lace
around the tops. Overall, they looked very torturous to walk in while at
the same time they had an attractive dainty feminine element about them.
It took Tonya several minutes to fit and lace Beth's feet into the boots.
And when she was finished, Beth felt her feet begin to go numb just from
being so tightly encased in the foot stretching stilettos.
"Now let's see you walk in your new shoes B. Just remember, take small
confident steps and you'll be all right."
Beth looked like a beginner in a circus high wire act. She had to use the
chair as a crutch to get herself up and balanced on her heels. Her steps
after that were very small indeed as her arms were waving about like flags
on a windy day. She kept her head bent forward as her eyes focused on her
feet and the tiny steps they were taking. It took her all of ten minutes to
go a few feet, turn around and walk back again. When she did reach the
chair, she quickly grasped the chair's back with both hands while she tried
to remain balanced on her new shoes.
Beth smiled at Tonya. She was very proud of herself. The boots didn't seem
to hurt her feet as much as she thought they would. The tight leather was
molded to her entire foot so her body weight was distribute to her whole
foot rather than just to her toes like her slut shoes did. And the numbness
seemed to dwindle away as she exercised her feet walking in them.
Tonya returned Beth's smile, but hers lacked the exuberance that Beth's
had. In fact, it was more of a token gesture than an outright sign of
support for a job well done.
Tonya stepped up to Beth and held her affectionately around her nipped in
waist. She looked into Beth's bewildered eyes as she gently twisted Beth
from left to right.
"B, you know time is our enemy. We have a lot of work to do in what little
time we have left. But I know, together, we can do this. YOU can do this B.
I know it for a fact! But I need to train you as quickly as possible. Under
normal conditions, I would be very supportive and provide a lot of positive
reinforcement for you. But these are trying times and I must get you to a
functioning level in only a few short hours.
Now, the only way that can happen is if I push you B. Push you, order you,
force you, and if need be, punish you to get the necessary results that
you, Katherine and I need to get. You must understand this B and accept
what I need to do to get you there. You must not fight me B or try to get
me to ease up on you. That will only delay your training and may even put
the plan in jeopardy. I am an expert at this B and I know what you can bear
better than you do. All I need from you is to follow my orders, quickly,
and without question. If you do, I promise you success!
Can you do this B? Can you really be the well trained slave that you
pretend to be and follow my lead like you do for Katherine? Can you B?"
Tonya inched her face closer to Beth's as her hand tenderly stroked the
side of her face.
Beth was in awe after Tonya's little speech. It reminded her so much of
Katherine and how she talked to her when things were about to get worse for
her. Beth thought how similar and yet how different these two women were,
almost as if... but her mind quickly turned to the choice at hand. Again,
what choice did she have? To much time and effort had gone into this
endeavor already, on Katherine and Tonya's part as well as her own. To stop
now or to cause anything to happen that might cause a failure later would
be too much to bear. Beth had to do what was expected of her. She had to
let Tonya do what was necessary even if she thought or believed otherwise.
She really had no choice. So in a quivering voice she answered back, "Ye...
Yes, Ton... I mean... Mistress Tonya, slave B will do whatever needs to be
done. Whatever you decide, or choose to do, I will obey."
"Oh your such a good sweet thing B. If Katherine were only here she would
be so proud of her devoted slave girl right now."
Tonya then kissed Beth quickly on the lips.
Beth did not like the way Tonya referred to her as Katherine's devoted
slave as if she really was. But then again, she thought it was just Tonya's
way of immersing herself in her training role just like she had to do for
her slave persona.
"Good! Now turn around with your back facing me."
Beth was about to ask why, but she remembered what she just agreed to and
slowly minced around.
"Now, first item. Empty your head of all thoughts except one, to follow
orders. It will go much better if you see yourself as an empty vessel ready
to do what I tell you to do. Do you understand me slave?"
"Yes Mistress Tonya."
Beth felt her arms being pulled back and a leather strap wrapped around
them just above the elbows.
"Second item. A proper serving wench walks with confidence in who and what
she is. Be proud of being an owned piece of property, of being seen naked,
submissive and as a simple sex object. This means you stand tall and walk
with your shoulders back, chest out and eyes cast down. Remember, above all
else, to keep your eyes looking down. Never, I mean NEVER, look at another
person in the eye. Understand slave?"
Beth heard the words and it pained her to say yes to them, even more so
than the physical pain of having her elbows pulled tightly together behind
her back.
"Good! Now that you know it, it's time you showed it. The elbow strap is
just temporary. The sooner you adopt the proper proud servile posture of a
slave, the sooner I will remove the restraint. Let's start off with your
feet further apart. That's it! This will allow you to balance yourself
better in the beginning. As you gain more confidence in your ability to
move around in your new heels, then you will move your legs closer
together. Remember to keep your head up, torso erect, and eyes down. Good!
Now begin your walk."
"But I might fal... ... AHHH!!!!"
Beth was just about to comment on something when she felt a hard sting on
the fleshy part of her butt.
"I told you to obey me SLAVE! Slaves do what they are told. They are empty
mindless vessels. They do not think. They do not ask questions. They have
no wants, needs or desires other than what their owners tell them they
have. And right now slave, you have nothing in that empty bald head of
yours other than the words 'Yes or No Mistress Tonya'. Do you understand me
slave?"
"Yes Mistress Tonya!"
Beth answered quickly in fear of another smack from Tonya's riding crop on
her hurting rear end. Then she began walking the best she could in those
towering heels while her upper arms were painfully fettered behind her. Her
lower arms and hands were sticking out and fluttering around like a chicken
in order to keep her balance.
"I said head up slave. And keep your arms still!"
"Yes Mistress Tonya"
"Eyes DOWN!"
"Yes Mistress Tonya"
"Did I tell you to rub your butt slave?"
"No Mistress Tonya"
"Your butt is a site for punishment. Punishment is negative reinforcement
for wrong behavior. It is also a means of disciplining you so you can focus
your efforts to perform correctly. You will never cover your butt to
prevent me from disciplining you slave and you will never attempt to rub
the pain away either. The pain is there to remind you to act correctly.
Thus you should accept your pain and your punishment with joy for they are
making you into a better slave. Do you understand me slave?"
"Yes Mistress Tonya"
Beth eyes began to glisten with tears caused not so much from the physical
agony of being whipped, but from the shame and self loathing she felt in
having to agree with Tonya. And in accepting this humiliating treatment as
a positive learning experience in becoming a better slave.
"That's it slave! Keep walking. Push your chest out. You have wonderful
breasts. Be proud to show then off in their complete nudity if that is what
your Mistress desires. Keep your head up, eyes down, and SMILE! You are a
serving wench and no one likes to see a slave serving drinks at a party
with a sad face. So smile!"
"A bigger smile!"
"Yes Mistress Tonya"
Beth produced the biggest smile she could while trying to master her new
shoes, her new posture and her new status as a complete non-human entity,
the perfect obedient slave.
And so it went on for the rest of the morning. Tonya kept flip flopping
from a warm caring seductress to a sharp no nonsense drill sergeant. A
first rate trainer who wasn't shy in the least in chastising her chattel
with a riding crop for any minute act of non-conformity. And Beth, she was
adapting to her accelerated, deepening, slave role as best she could. Her
bright red butt was a silent testament to her success.
Tonya had scheduled Beth's training into many short intense sessions of no
more than twenty minutes, followed by a ten minute break. Beth was allowed
to rest during this time and to sip some cool water provided by Tonya. But
she had to do it while remaining in her slave role, which meant an erect
proud posture, eyes cast down and never speaking unless spoken too first.
About mid morning Tonya removed the elbow restraint. Beth was desperately
in need of a rubbing and a massaging of her aching arms, but she remembered
what Tonya said about a slave being an empty vessel. So she just let them
hang down at her sides, throbbing. A minute later Tonya said it was all
right for her to rub her arms, and Beth did. Tonya also said that she
should thank her for being allowed that favor, and again Beth did. Beth had
just doubled her entire vocabulary from "Yes" and "No Mistress Tonya" to
"Thank you Mistress Tonya" in only a few short minutes.
It was late morning when a serving tray and some drinks were added to
Beth's training regimen. And when lunchtime came, Tonya had Beth walking
about in her new heels like she was born with them on. She even had Beth
maintaining her proud confident slave posture like it was second nature to
her. And Tonya never caught Beth with her eyes turned in any direction but
down again.
The two then took a quiet half hour for lunch. Since Tonya was only able to
reduce the gap in Beth's corset to about half of what it was, Beth was only
allowed a small cup of broth to drink. Anything more substantial, like the
sandwich Tonya had, was completely out of the question.
After lunch, Tonya continued with Beth's training by emphasizing what she
learned so far and then adding new material. Part of the new training
entailed making Beth move more seductively. Tonya had her walk so her hips
would roll and sway from side to side like a Saturday night hooker. She
forced Beth to move her shoulders in sync with her gyrating hips while
holding her serving tray level and still. This caused her breasts to quiver
and gently move from side to side when she walked adding immensely to her
slut appeal.
A large part of her added training was based on communication. There were
going to be a good number of people she knew at the party besides her
villainous boyfriend Paul. They would no doubt want to talk with Beth about
her drastic change in character. So the content of what Beth was going to
say to them would be extremely important.
Tonya gave Beth an opening greeting and other useful phrases to get her
through those critical moments. All worded in such a way as to convince
Paul, and everyone else, that she was truly the devoted lesbian bimbo sex
slave of Mistress Katherine that she appeared to be.
Just like in the morning session, Tonya faithfully did her part to help
Beth learn each and every line quickly. A learning curve made more steep
through the use of her ever present riding crop.
By mid afternoon, Beth was a fully accomplished serving wench, of the
lesbian bimbo slave girl persuasion. Her serving form was flawless. Her
sluttish, mincing about gait was blatantly sexual. And her learned phases
were presented without hesitation, regret or shame. Those emotions Beth
kept well hidden deep inside of her.
To top it all off, Tonya was able to close the gap on Beth's corset. An act
that forced Beth to breathe shallowly from the upper part of her chest,
which was the cherry on top of her bimbo breast jiggling cake.
There was one more training element that Tonya decided to throw in just in
case. Given Katherine's commanding presents at the party, it would
therefore be highly unlikely for such an event to occur. But still, better
to err on the side of safety than to risk being unprepared and letting the
house of cards collapse around them. So Tonya decided to train Beth in what
her response would be if some party attendee were to touch her.
When Tonya told Beth of this addition to her training, she remained
unmoved. That is after Tonya used the crop on her rosy butt again when
Beth's startled eyes rose up and met hers. Beth was horrified to hear that
there was a good possibility that she might be physically played with at
the party.
So Tonya played the devils advocate and began playing touchy feely with
Beth. And Beth responded according to Tonya's verbal directions, and
further use of the crop when she hesitated a bit too long in her dictated
response.
According to Tonya, Beth was to respond as such;
- If someone was to poke, pinch or smack her on her butt, like Tonya
continued to do, she was to respond with "Thank you Mistress or
Master" which ever the case might be.
- If someone, like Tonya was joyfully doing, wanted to caress her
breasts or rub their hands tenderly along the inside of Beth's thigh
like so, then she was to stand her ground and allow them to do just
that. She was also expected to add a little moan of pleasure in
appreciation of being toyed with in such an arousing manner, even
though she was on the verge of being humiliated to tears at the same
time.
So the rest of Beth's training period was nothing but play time for Tonya.
Time and time again, Tonya played the part of a different party member
eager to engage in some sensuous contact with their willing serving sex
toy. And poor Beth, with her serving tray in both hands and eyes cast down,
was only allowed to respond like an animal in heat as she moaned, grunted,
groaned and purred with cardinal delight, as her tortured soul slowly
drowned in a lake of sorrow.
"Oh yes, I would definitely love to see Tonya out of my life forever", Beth
said to herself still strapped immobile to the pole.
But in saying that, Beth felt a small sense of gratitude for all that Tonya
did for her, be it as painful and humiliating as it was. For the training
she did receive at Tonya's sexually probing and disciplined hands was just
what she needed to successfully play her role as a sexy serving wench at
the party. Especially where the last part was concerned.
Once again, Beth felt her relationship with Tonya was a bittersweet one,
and one that she would quickly let dissolve into obscurity once she was
safe and sound in California.
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Part 10 - "A Party to Perplex Paul" Coming soon
