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 10)
"A Party to Perplex Paul"
Beth could hear Katherine in the other room preparing the few selected
guests for the bonding ceremony to begin. She could feel the anxiety
building up inside of her, and she was ready. Just this one final event to
go and it would all be over with, forever! The proverbial last straw to
break Paul's infatuated back, and she knew it would, especially after
performing her duty as a Tonya's trained serving wench.
She chuckled to herself when she remembered the look on Paul's face. The
look of total confusion and revulsion when he saw her serving drinks. He
already knew about her bald head because he had watched every humiliating
second of it through that big picture window last night. Katherine even
sent him the photos of the event via express mail. But seeing her up close
and in person, wearing that serving wench uniform and playing her role as
lesbian bimbo sex slave to perfection, it literally made him dumbfounded
with abject horror and sickened with nausea.
Katherine said it would break the love spell Paul had on her, and he was
almost there. Just as Beth was almost there in sunny California. The land
where freedom and her new executive position lay waiting. This alone made
Beth lick her lips with sweet delight.
But playing the serving wench also left her with a bitter after taste as
well. That's when Beth's smile turned into a grimace as she shut her eyes
tightly trying not to remember the rest of those tormented times. But alas,
her mind's eye showed her in shocking clarity the humiliating highlights
that made her stomach turn and, for some reason, made her pussy moist.
Shortly after Tonya had finished turning Beth into a first class serving
wench, she told Beth it was time for her to don the rest of her uniform.
Beth remembered how happy she was in being allowed to wear something that
was more substantial than the agonizing wasp corset and the towering
footwear. Clothing, even in the form of a decadent maid's uniform, would be
a welcomed consolation if it would only cover her obscenely pumped up chest
and brightly red derriere, just a little.
At first, Beth thought Tonya was putting the black latex maid's dress on
backwards. But Tonya continued to twist and tug it into position until she
was happy with it's fit. Then she added the token white lace cap, apron and
wrist length gloves to complete the ensemble. A quick touch up of her
makeup, and Beth was declared finished and ready for duty. Tonya then left
her to go and prepare herself for the party.
Beth began bumping her head against the pole while saying in a hushed
voice, "Why do I keep remembering these obscene vulgar images of myself?"
She soon stopped her head banging, opened her eyes and stared out into
space. She tried to focus on something in the room, but her mind's eye
continued to show her only one image.
Oh why did she look into that mirror after Tonya went away? She should have
known by now that every time she thought things were about to get better,
they only turned out worse. She thought the uniform would be better for
her, but the memory of her reflected image paid little resemblance to the
beautiful business woman she once was.
That black latex dress, the one she thought Tonya was putting on backwards,
was in fact put on correctly. But like those damn custom stiletto shoes, it
was made for a particular kinky voyeur's interest.
It fit around her torso very tightly, with a high neck and short puffy
sleeves. It was trimmed out in very pretty white ruffled lace, just like
her shoes were. The dress had a large oval cut out in the front for both of
her corset enhanced breasts to fit through. Her breasts were thus laid bare
and in full panoramic view for all to see and admire. The black shiny latex
pushed them up and out while the soft white ruffles around the opening
framed them like an exciting erotic picture. Instead of covering her female
nakedness, the dress put them on display like a hooker in one of those
seedy twenty five cent peep shows.
The skirt part was open in the front, and back, like a pair of pulled back
window drapes. The manner in which her skirt exhibited her bare pussy and
red butt was as if they had a classic regal significance to them. A look
that ran counter to the "in your face" pornographic spectacle that Beth
felt they had. Even the apron, more symbolic than functional, was only long
enough to reach her pubic area, leaving her badge of female sexuality in
full, unobstructed, view.
The final shocking component of Tonya's conception of what a proper serving
wench looked like was her makeup, or the lack there of. The only cosmetic
Tonya had used on Beth was a brightly colored red lipstick and a touch of
lip-gloss. Her lips were carefully painted to make them look twice their
normal size. The red puckered lips seemed to dominate her entire face,
especially without any hair on her head and no eyebrows. Tonya put on a
little lipstick to redden her nipples, and her pussy lips as well. On the
latter, she dabbed a little lip-gloss making Beth look as if she was in a
constant heightened state of oozing sexual arousal.
Beth remembered stepping back from the mirror to take in her whole bizarre
image. She began wondering why Tonya made her up to look like that. Her
face appeared to be nothing more than two big pouting red lips on a flesh
colored background topped by a glued on little maid's cap with two ribbons
hanging down in back of her bald head. Even her beautiful brown eyes played
only a cameo role compared to her outlandish, gaudy red lips.
When she looked at her torso it seemed like the dress was there as an
accent, a mere accessory, to enhance and spotlight her nakedness instead of
covering it. Even her shiny black heels from hell made her bare legs seem
longer and incredibly shapelier than they were. She remembered just
standing there, looking at herself and thinking.
Beth began moving her head from side to side against the wooden pole in an
exaggerated rebellious NO! She knew the reason why she was made to look
that way. It all seemed to fall into place now. It was madness! But madness
with a method behind it. A method that she willingly played part in, and in
so doing, felt herself slipping into that same madness that Tonya was
caught in when she created Thing. But in Beth's case, she still had hope.
Hope, that was a hair's breadth away in the next room just beyond this
macabre nightmare and in the form of Katherine.
She hated having to play this part in Katherine's plan. The plan that was
bringing fantasy closer to reality with each passing moment, and a reality
that was staring right back at her in her own unshakable memory.
The reflection was no longer her, Beth. Beth, the independent, cognitive
and beautiful heterosexual woman had ceased to be. Just as Cynthia ceased
to be when she became "Thing". And like "Thing", Beth too had become an
object, a symbol, a metaphor for Tonya's insatiable wet dreams.
The customized maid's uniform was a symbol of her kinky erotic servitude,
and by wearing it, Beth made it clear to everyone at the party that she was
Katherine's sex slave. The flaunting display of her lips, breasts, pussy
and rear end were all metaphors of her status as a sexually obsessed bimbo
who was in constant need of wanton attention.
Her former identity as Beth was now gone, all gone, and in its place was
this generic bimbo sex slave. A mer piece of owned property belonging to
Ms. Katherine Sloan. Beth had become the antithesis to what she
passionately dreamed of becoming all of her life, a successful loving woman
of quality with beauty and grace. And as a result, her soul cried tears for
the loss.
Beth stopped shaking her head and then opened her misty eyes looking in the
direction where Thing was perched. She could no longer see Thing for one of
those panel screens had been placed around her. Tonya thought it would be
better to hide Thing during the bonding ceremony. After all, it was
Katherine and B's big moment, and no one wanted to risk compromising the
plan now. But Beth looked over to that corner of the room and thought to
herself, 'if not for the grace of Katherine, there would go I.'
She trusted Katherine, her business mentor and very dear friend. Beth had
pledged herself to Katherine to become the very best and most loyal
corporate executive humanly possible when they reached California. In part,
in deep appreciation for getting Paul out of her life, but largely for not
letting this nightmare become a lifelong reality like Thing's did.
Beth tried to take a deep breath but the straps held their grip on her. Her
mind slowly drifted back to the party and her duties as a serving wench.
Thank goodness that part of the nightmare was over with. Now all she had
left were these ugly memories to get rid of, and those she would forget
soon enough if her mind would only let her.
She remembered the guests were really only a few in number, mostly from
work, former friends and bosses. Former, because when the plan went into
effect, and her role as Katherine's lesbian girl Friday came into being,
her friends had deserted her like rats from a sinking ship. Thankfully she
would never see them again after tonight. But she still felt a residue of
self-loathing having to serve them drinks in the way that she was dressed
and trained to do. Many times, when her back was turned, she could hear a
faint giggle or a repressed laugh from those same members of her former
peer group. But thanks to Katherine's high position, they were still too
afraid of getting carried away.
It was strange in a way. At first, her fellow work mates were shocked into
silence with her exotic appearance, just like she was when she first saw
Thing. But when Beth replayed the speech that Tonya made her memorize, they
seemed to lose their initial shock and concern for her welfare. They
thought it was particularly funny when she referred to herself in the third
person as the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine.
Most of the guests maintained their conversations between themselves, to
which the topic of their discussion was centered around Beth and Katherine.
But once in a while, a few brave souls would ask her a question or two. The
women were concerned with her being coerced or blackmailed into her present
role when they asked her, "Beth, are you being forced into doing this?"
To which she would shake her head so vigorously NO that the two ends of the
ribbon that extended down from her lacy maid cap would fly wildly around
her bald head. Then, while keeping her eyes cast down, she would respond
with her carefully scripted answer.
"Oh No Mistress! B, the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine, is
doing this because she REALLY wants too. Lesbian B loves having sex with
women. Bimbo B adores dressing up like a gaudy street whore in heat and
showing off her big tits, tiny waist and always wet pussy to everyone
around her. And slave B feels so relieved that her life is so much simpler
now. B only does what Mistress Katherine tells B to do and B loves every
moment of it. And so does Mistress Katherine!"
The guys on the other hand saw her as pure eye candy. They joked around
amongst themselves wondering if there was a chance for them to sample any
of her tempting displayed attributes. Beth felt angered by their drooling
leers and belief that she was nothing but a slut who would suck and fuck
anyone at the snap of a finger. But Beth always maintained her smiling
domesticated air even when one guy, who was too drunk to know better, asked
her to go into a vacant room with him.
To that arrogant man, Beth simply replied that her mind, body and soul were
all devoted to Mistress Katherine. Thus, he needed to ask permission from
Mistress Katherine first for her to do so. Just like Tonya had taught her
to say under such circumstances. Of course no guy would ever think of
asking for permission to have sex with a woman that belonged to such a
powerful corporate executive like Ms. Sloan. So Beth was safe in that area.
The really hard part occurred after she finished serving her former work
friends. She would perform her choreograph little curtsy, turn slowly
around and then walk away. It was when she walk away that she could always
hear the snickers, giggles and sometimes outright laughter that was a
result of her strutting bimbo walk with her plump red butt wagging behind
her. The anguish she felt from this was very hard on Beth. These were the
people who once respected her, for her effective business talents and as a
woman of character and beauty. But now, all they saw was nothing more than
a simple servile sex object to make fun of or to lust over.
But Beth's torment was not limited to people she knew from work. Two of the
guests were the lady cops that had arrested her as a prostitute, Erica and
Mary.
At first she didn't recognize them. Both of them, as well as everyone else
at the party, looked positively radiant. The women were the epitome of
beauty and elegance while the men distinguished and gentile. All were in
sharp contrast to Beth's conspicuously sleazy self. But Beth was determined
to see the plan through come hell or high water. Thus, she approached the
two policewomen as she was trained to; smiling, eyes down, head up,
shoulders back, chest out and hips rolling like she was parading her
herself for a quick sale. She curtsied in front of the two well dressed
women and began her mindless, robot-like welcoming speech that Tonya had
chastised into her.
"Welcome to Mistress Katherine's home Mistress Erica and Mistress Mary. My
name is B and I am the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine.
Mistress Katherine would like to thank you for coming to the party and the
bonding ceremony this evening. Mistress Katherine would also like to offer
you one of these delicious and refreshing drinks here on the tray. But if
you would like something else to drink, B would be very happy to get it for
you."
Beth then stood as still as a statue waiting for the policewoman to act,
fearing and dreading what they might do to her now.
The two women smiled to themselves and then began to walk around Beth as
though she was there for their inspection.
"Well Mrs. E, I do believe I have never seen the likes of such a THING as
this in all my days on earth."
"Yes, I do agree Mrs. M. IT sure is something else, the likes of which I
have never seen before either. Umm, Mrs. M, do you think IT is alive?"
"Oh mercy me Mrs. E. I do not see how IT could be. I mean, what woman in
her right mind would ever want to look like this . . . THING?"
"Ahhhh, I see what you mean Mrs. M. IT is very vulgar in appearance isn't
it."
"Down right disgusting to any woman of quality and dignity like us Mrs. E."
"Well put Mrs. M! IT must be some kind of high tech adult sex toy then.
Something along the lines of one of those blow up sex dolls no doubt. Only
much more lifelike and extremely technical."
"You may have a point there Mrs. E. IT does seem to have a certain Je ne
sais pas about it. But then again, IT still has a long way to go to even
remotely be considered as a real human being."
"Oh I agree 100% Mrs. M. This THING must be a simple prototype. I mean, for
goodness sakes, IT doesn't even have any hair on IT's head."
Both women started to laugh and point at the head of Beth as they both
reached for a drink from the tray.
"But you know something Mrs. M. This THING does seem to remind me of
someone, but I just cannot remember who. Do you have any ideas Mrs. M?"
Mary stepped really close to Beth and eyed her like a criminal in a lineup,
except this eyewitness maintained a grin from ear to ear.
"Yes, I do remember someone with these limited identifiable facial
features. But it is so difficult though, what with IT being so utterly void
of any unique human characteristic at all Mrs. E."
"Oh dear me yes Mrs. M. But if IT is suppose to be a sex doll, then
everyone knows the only thing important on a sex doll are IT's naughty
bits. Right Mrs. M?"
"Oh definitely so Mrs. E! I couldn't agree with you more. And this THING is
testimony to that fact completely! Her mouth and lips are so big and full
I bet they could suck an elephant through a fire hose. And look at those
breasts. My word Mrs. E! They are gigantic, almost bovine. And IT's nipples
are so hard and erect, they could easily poke someone's eye out."
"Oh goodness sakes YES Mrs. M. And look at that ugly pussy. Mercy me! It
appears to be leaking as we speak. And I bet you that wet thing could take
anything from a stray dog to a full grown horse in that slippery fuck hole
IT has Mrs. M."
"Oh! Mrs. E! I think I know who this THING looks like."
"Pray tell Mrs. M. Please share you thoughts with me."
"Remember a day or so ago Ms. E, we arrested that prostitute?"
"Oh Mrs. M, we have arrested so many street whores that I have a hard time
remembering one from the other. They all look and act so dumb and
trampish."
"She was the one in the pink latex dress Mrs E. The one we used that new
silencer on and then couldn't get it off. Does that ring a bell for you
Mrs. E?"
"Oh yes it does Mrs. M. She was so stupid that one. She could hardly put
two intelligent words together, let alone convey a coherent thought. And I
do see what you mean Mrs. M. IT's udders and sex hole do look familiar, but
it's so hard to see her face in this THING Mrs. M."
"True Mrs. E. But IT could be modeled after her. But then again, maybe not.
Oh well, IT really doesn't matter Mrs. E."
"I agree Mrs. M. This THING does not matter at all. Shall we send IT away
now Mrs. M?"
"Yes, I believe so. This THING's obscene appearance is beginning to offend
me Mrs. E."
"Me too Mrs. M. Go away now dolly. We have our drinks and have no further
use for such a lifeless, perverted little sex toy like you."
Both policewomen then turned their backs on Beth. And as they walked away,
Beth could hear their glasses clasp followed by laughter and then a torrid
of mutual congratulations on a job well done.
Beth simply curtseyed, turned and walked away too. Her outside demeanor did
not change, but inside, she felt totally crushed and lost. She was acting
out of habit now, thanks to Tonya's training, otherwise, she would have run
away to some dark vacant hole and cried her eyes out.
As Beth circulated amongst the guests she came upon someone that almost
caused her to drop her tray. From her peripheral vision she saw Patricia.
Her mouth dropped open as she stood in numbing surprise at seeing her best
friend in college here at the party. Thoughts of how, and why, and who did
it were running through her head. Who could have possibly known about her?
And what's more, who hated her enough to bring her here to bear witness to
her public humiliation and ridicule like this.
"Is there a problem pet?" Katherine stepped up close behind her and
whispered in her ear.
"Aaa, ummm, no, no Mistress, there is no problem. B was just surprised to
see that woman over there." And she motioned with her doily crowned bald
head in the direction of Patricia.
Katherine looked over and acknowledged to Beth the woman's presence.
"Oh her, I do not know who she is, but she came with Christine. Christine
called me and asked if she could bring a friend with her. Are you surprised
by her presence pet?"
Surprised was an understatement. Beth was utterly shocked and terrified to
the bone with fear. 'Damn that bitch Christine, she must really hate me to
bring Patricia with her like this,' she thought to herself.
"Umm, yes Mistress, B is very surprised to see her here."
Katherine put her hands on Beth's shoulders and began to rub them as though
trying to tell her she felt empathy for her situation.
"Is there going to be a problem pet," Katherine again whispered in her ear.
Beth wanted to scream YES, get me out of here, NOW! But the combination of
Beth's rising submissive streak and seeing how close she was to ending this
charade once and for all gave her the courage to answer back.
"No Mistress, there is not going to be a problem."
Katherine smiled and kissed her on the cheek. She then said in a thoughtful
voice, "I'm glad to hear that pet. Just remember what Tonya taught you and
everything will work out just fine. Now go pet, be the best serving wench
you can and make me proud of you." Katherine then gave Beth a slight pat on
her still red butt and sent her off to greet Patricia.
Beth did her routine for Patricia, thankful for having to keep her eyes
looking down as part of the process. She felt that if she looked into the
eyes of her best college friend, then she would just fall apart and ruin
everything.
Like her peers from work, Patricia was also understandably taken aback at
the sight of Beth's exotic appearance. But Patricia was known for her
strong inner and outer strength. So she was able to take a drink from
Beth's tray without freaking out.
At first, Beth thought that Patricia did not recognize her and for that
she was ready to sigh with relief and then wander off, but then Patricia
said one word, "Beth?" And Beth's heart sank to the pit of her stomach.
What could Beth do? Run away? Throw her serving tray down and hug Patricia
for all she was worth? She wanted to do both, but not without dire
consequences for all who had been so loyal to Katherine's plan. All she
could do was put her Beth "self" on a back burner and take on the identity
of B in it's hideous entirety.
"Yes Mistress Patricia. B, the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress
Katherine is also known as Beth. Is there anything that slave B can do for
you Mistress Patricia?"
Beth did not have to look at Patricia to see how confused she was. They
were the best of friends in college, more like sisters in fact. They knew
each other as well as they knew themselves. Many times they would think so
much alike that they were able to finish one another's sentences. If one
was in trouble the other was right there to help. And if something good
happened to one, the other celebrated her good fortune without jealousy or
ill will. That is why Beth did not have to ask what Patricia was feeling,
she already knew.
"Ok Beth, I know you, what gives? This is a joke, right? A pretty far out
one at that what with that shiny dome of yours. But it is still all a joke,
right?"
Oh how Beth wanted to tell her friend why she was doing this. How she was
being forced into doing this because of Paul. In fact, she was thinking
about doing just that! They were on the outside of the party with no one
around them. It would only take a few seconds to enlighten Patricia that
this was all part of a secret plan. That there was a reason for her
appearing insane. And if she would only play along, then she could tell her
the entire humiliating story later when she was safely in California. Beth
knew Patricia was smart enough to catch on really quick and to follow her
lead so to speak. They were truly that close to one another.
But just as Beth was about to confide in Patricia, a second pair of shoes
walked into her down cast line of sight. Men's shoes belonging to Paul.
Beth shut her eyes with despair. When will she ever get a break! She
couldn't tell Patricia now, not with Paul standing right there beside her.
All she could do was to continue playing her role the best she could.
"No Mistress Patricia, this is not a joke. B is really the lesbian bimbo
slave girl of Mistress Katherine. B has found her true destiny in life
Mistress Patricia. B had always felt like she was living a lie, even with
you Mistress. Deep down B wanted to love a woman, a dominant woman like
Mistress Katherine. B feels so free and happy now as a mindless sex toy.
No desire, no identity, no needs, except to make Mistress Katherine happy.
That is the reason for this bonding ceremony tonight. To make it as
official as possible that B belongs to Mistress Katherine in all that she
is, in heart, in mind and in soul."
Then Beth added one more little passage, just to send the message home for
Paul's benefit, but not without consequences to her own psyche.
"B, or she that you once knew by the name of Beth, is truly happy being an
owned piece of property, a sex slave of Mistress Katherine now. B hopes
Mistress Patricia will accept that fact and wish them both all the luck and
love in the world in their life long relationship as Mistress and slave."
Beth was fighting off tears of great remorse, not from the fact that she
was degrading and humiliating herself in becoming someone's slave and sex
toy, but from the fact that she had just lied to her best, most trusted
friend in the entire world. All the negative things that had happened to
her up to this point were in no way equaled to the deep heart breaking
regret and shame she now had in having lied to her best lifelong friend.
All she could do was stand there in silence and wait for Patricia to say
something. And knowing her as well as she did, she knew exactly what she
was going to say too.
"I . . . I don't know Beth. But I do know YOU! I know you very well indeed.
But I also heard what you just said and the way you said it. To say that I
am confused is just the tip of the iceberg, but I do care about you Beth.
You are my best friend, and I do wish you the best this world can give you.
If this is what you truly and dearly want out of life, then I am happy for
you, very happy for you Beth, I mean, B. And I do wish you all the luck and
love in the world for you and your Mistress."
Patricia then moved to Beth and kissed her on the cheek.
Beth was heartsick. It took all of her strength to keep smiling, curtsy to
Patricia and then walk away. This was the only time that she did not hear
laughter when she walked away from someone at the party.
"Oh my dear sweet friend Patricia," Beth said to herself as a single tear
rolled down her cheek as she remembered this part of the party with deep
sorrow. She kept telling herself that it was far too late to do anything
about it, but once she was free in California she would move heaven and
earth to find Patricia again. She will tell her why she acted so strangely
and why she had to lie to her. She knew that Patricia would forgive her.
Then the two would have a long laugh together and catch up on old times.
The two young women loved one another so much that anything could be
forgiven.
Beth's mind then turned to Christine and a wave of hot anger flowed through
her like molten steel. Christine, now that was a person she would never
forgive. Never forgive her for bringing Patricia to the party and never,
ever, forgive her for what she did to her at the party either. NEVER!
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Part 11 - "Crushed by Christine" Coming soon
