Forced into Submission (12 page)

“One final item and then you may go,” she said.

She picked up the chastity belt that had come off of Jacque and locked it on me. Then she uncuffed my wrists and handed me a manila envelope.

“Your schedule is in there,” she said motioning at the envelope.

“My schedule?” I asked.

“Yes, Mandy, of where and when and who needs your services.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, Mandy, I’m not,” she said, “and if you don’t show up you won’t believe the painful tortures that we can think of.”

“Bullshit, I never agreed to this.”

“You really don’t have a choice, do you?”

“Of course I have a choice you stupid bitch, I don’t plan on participating in your twisted games,” I screamed.

“Really?” she laughed.

“Yes. Don’t expect to see me at one of your soirees again.”

“So you plan to remain celibate the rest of your life?” she asked pleasantly.

“What?”

“The belt, Mandy.”

“I plan to have someone get it off of me as soon as I leave here,” I said.

“It doesn’t come off.”

“Pardon me?”

“It is specially designed and is virtually impossible to remove.”

“That’s the operative word, Mabel, virtually impossible,” I said smugly. “I’m sure I can find someone with the expertise to get it off.”

“Perhaps, but…”

“But what, bitch?”

“Well, there’s the loss of your clitoris to consider,” she mused.

“What are you talking about?”

“If you don’t show up for your appointments I will activate the built in receiver in it and…” she smiled. “That is also a feature if someone tries to remove it without the key.”

I glanced down and the enormity of my situation began to sink in. I looked back up at here evil face.

“By the way, Mandy, I plan to punish you severely the next time I have you for being so discourteous,” Mrs. Farnum said.

I realized that I had perhaps been hasty calling her a bitch but begging was just what she wanted. I didn’t see that saying anything was going to change her mind so I kept my mouth shut.

I looked down at the hateful belt and then back at her and asked, “What about my husband? He is going to be furious when I get home and he finds me locked up like this. Are you women crazy? He will cause you all kinds of grief. Your husbands will be furious.”

Mrs. Farnum smiled and looked at her watch.

“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about your husband, Mandy. I think when you get home you’ll find that he has a similar device locked on him. By the way right about now he is naked and on his knees with his lips wrapped around my husband’s dick. You two are going to make fine servants.”

“What? My husband is locked up like this also?”

“Yes, Mandy.”

“But we don’t want to be servants,” I wailed. “We have a great life together. It’s not fair.”

“Not fair? Oh, Mandy, you are going to be so much fun to degrade.”

The bitch was practically wetting her pants thinking about forcing me to serve her. I tried another tack.

“The only reason I don’t string you up right now is I want to savor the fear you are going to carry around until you are mine again.”

“Please, Mrs. Farnum…how long?”

“Gosh, Mandy, I thought you might have guessed from what happened with your friend Jacque. All you have to do is just find another couple to take your place.”

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Somehow I Don’t Think They’ll Mind

She was sobbing but six months of training took over. She lay across my lap and pushed her naked bottom up. I caressed it lightly.

Another rapids series of swats to her globes had them fiery red. I was panting and not just from the exertion of spanking her. I was going to have to let her do what she did best very soon.

She walked off to the kitchen and I could see from her body language that she was pouting. It gave me a huge rush to know that I had that much power over another human being. I settled back in the couch and waited for my drink.

***

I woke up suffocating. Something was covering my mouth and making it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and Jennifer was looking down at me with an evil smile on her lips. Her pussy was mashed into my face.

“Lick, Mabel,” she said sweetly.

I struggled to get free but my hands seemed to be cuffed behind me and my legs were also immobilized. In addition, my clothing had been removed. I could feel a soft breeze on my cunt.

“
What the hell?”
I thought.

I did a tattoo of screaming into her pussy every time the crop came down and she had massive multiple orgasms on my face. I managed to suck in tiny gulps of air during her bucking. Eventually she collapsed and rolled off.

“You
are
stupid,” she said flatly.

“Jennifer…”

“Look, Mabel,” she sneered, “things have changed. Your life has changed and the sooner you accept it the easier it will be for you.”

“Mabel, I am going to break you,” she hissed.
“I’d like that.”

I thought about that. I guess I had tried to tame her. I’d whipped her and confined her and kept her hand away from her bud. It didn’t seem as if it had worked. My pussy was wet thinking of the possibilities.

She went ballistic. She shoved me off of the couch and turned me over so that she could get at my ass. I stuck it up so she could whip it and she obliged me by blistering it with the crop.

“You stupid cow,” she screamed. “You will learn or I will whip you until you bleed.”

She kept it up until I was screaming and begging for her to stop. My ass felt like it was on fire. I was so turned on all I could think of was somehow getting my clit close to something to rub it on.

“You will call me Mistress,” she said. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I blubbered.

She had convinced me that she would really hurt me. I wanted her to stop and I wanted my hands free so that I could soothe the ache that was a hard knot between my legs. She noticed.

“Now that I’m in charge you will see how it feels to be kept frustrated,” she said. “I think once every three months should do just nicely.”

The next few months were worse than I had ever treated her. She kept me chained up in the basement when she didn’t need me and she kept me in a constant state of arousal when she did. She made me do hundreds of degrading and disgusting things. She relished her power over me and whipped me at the slightest provocation. I was in heaven.

The end of my blissful existence as the slave of this young beautiful stern mistress came about by accident. I had just finished servicing one of her friends and was serving as their table while they talked.

I went frigid with the thought. I knew the outfit she had in mind and those people were animals. I had to convince my owner that I was worth more as her slave. A willing foil to use to take care of all of her little twisted desires. I waited until Madeline left and we were alone.

I got the hated thing and she spent the next hour raising welts on my ass. Then she had me lick her to four orgasms. I worked especially hard to plant the seed in her mind of the pleasures that she would be giving up if she sold me.

***

Three weeks later I could tell something was different. When she dragged me from the basement for my morning worship session she was too cheerful. Something was up and a kernel of dread took root in my stomach. After I had put out her raging fire she pushed me away and smiled at me.

My hand was a blur on my pussy. After more than three months of denial it only took a minute and I was writhing on the floor in my own personal version of heaven.

My world fell apart. She had sold me. I thought we had a great relationship. I was a perfect slave for her. It didn’t make sense.

“No, slave,” she said frigidly, “nothing is changing my mind. Now I need to get you ready as they will be here in thirty minutes.”