Forced into Submission (13 page)

I snapped one handcuff on my right wrist, put my hands behind me and cuffed my left. I was helpless and kneeling on the floor in front of the mistress that I had come to love and all I could see in her eyes was ice. She really meant to sell me. I was saddened as I looked at her. I nodded vigorously to get her attention and then wiggled my head to indicate that I had something to say.

She removed my cuffs and stood waiting for further orders. I stood up and stretched. I went off to the bedroom and found some of my clothing that she hadn’t thrown out yet, dressed and returned to the living room.

She mumbled something through her gag and started shaking her head. I looked at this beauty that I loved and was sending off to a living hell. I waited for my heart to soften, to tell me to keep her but I knew it would never be the same again. Like Humpty-Dumpty our relationship could never be put together again. I had just started crying when I heard the doorbell.

“They are here to collect you, Jen,” I whispered.

She whimpered.

“Of course they are expecting a middle aged slightly overweight cow and instead they are going to get a twenty-five year old hard body, aren’t they?”

She was crying and pleading with me through her gag. I hardened my heart and wiped away my tears.

“Somehow I don’t think they’ll mind,” I said and walked to the door.

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I’ll Do Anything

“Pam!”

I turned around and standing behind me was my ex-girlfriend. Six months of living without her had done nothing to change my feelings. I still wanted her.

“L…Laura,” I stammered, “how are you?”

“I’m great, Pam, and you?”

I wanted to tell her that I was great, that I had gotten on with my life, to say that I was over her but the words stuck in my throat. They would have been a lie anyway. I would have done anything to be with her.

“I…”

“Pammy,” she laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on me?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak. I nodded.

“Oh, Pammy, that’s so sweet,” she giggled. “Sometimes I kind of miss you too...”

Miss me? I didn’t dare hope. She had left me for my best friend Nancy who I had shared almost everything with until she had stolen my lover. I hadn’t taken it lying down. I had ruined the bitch’s life. She still had Laura but she was the walking dead as far as anyone in our circle of friends. Surely she and Laura were still together. I had to know.

“How’s Nancy?” I asked.

“Still angry at you,” she said. “What you did to her was cruel. You’d better hope that you never find yourself in a position where she can get back at you.”

“The bitch deserved it for what she did,” I said hotly.

“You and I were through, Pam,” Laura said coldly. “You didn’t need to be so heartless.”

“I’d do it again and you can tell her so.”

“I would but she’s gone right now,” she said cryptically.

“So you’re alone?” I asked eagerly.

“Right now.”

“Laura…”

“What, Pammy?”

“I… I still love you,” I choked out. “Isn’t there any way we can…”

“Pam, I don’t feel that way about you anymore.”

“But you said that you missed me sometimes.”

“I do,” she said. “I miss…”

“Yes?”

“I miss having you around to do those special things for me that you used to do.”

“Oh, Laura, I could still do them.”

“I would like that but…”

“But what, Laura?”

“It wouldn’t be the same,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I don’t love you anymore, Pam. I wouldn’t reciprocate.”

I thought about what she was saying. It sounded as if she might be willing to have me back if I would come on her terms. I was positive that if I could be around her I could make her love me. I would make her remember why we were so good together.

“I’m willing to live with you on any terms that you want,” I said.

“What?”

“You said you miss the things I used to do for you,” I reminded her. “I’m willing to be whatever you want me to be and do whatever you want me to do.”

She looked at me for the longest time. A cruel little smile played around her lips but I ignored it. All I saw was the beautiful girl I was deeply in love with that was maybe going to give me a chance to show her how much I loved her.

“It won’t be like it was when we were lovers,” she said.

“I understand.”

“I will expect you to be completely focused on my needs and pleasure without regard to your own.”

“I can do that, Laura,” I said excitedly.

“Your only job will be to make sure that I am happy.”

“I want to do it,” I said willingly.

“You will live with me.”

“Yes.”

“You will have to dress however I want you to.”

“Ok.”

“If you disappoint me I will punish you.”

“Punish me?” I asked. “But…”

“That’s not negotiable, Pammy. We won’t be lovers anymore. I won’t have to forgive your mistakes. I will punish you so that you learn to do what I want correctly. Do you understand?”

“But, Laura…”

“I thought you wanted this?”

“I do but, punish me?” I asked plaintively.

“Only if you make it necessary, Pammy,” she said.

I didn’t like that part of it but I wanted desperately to be close to her again. With Nancy gone right now, perhaps for good, it would give me the perfect opportunity to show Laura how much she wanted me. To show her how good I could be for her and how great we could be together.

“Tell me what to do,” I said.

“Go home, pack all of your things, put them in storage, give notice at your apartment and show up at my place tomorrow,” she said.

“But…Laura…I’ll need my things, my clothes and…my place…”

“Pam,” she snapped, “you are going to have to learn to obey me if this is going to work. You won’t need your place as you will be living with me. You won’t need any of your things as I plan to provide everything you will need. I will expect you at ten tomorrow. If you don’t show I’ll understand that all of this talk about loving me was just bullshit.”

“Laura, I love you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Then be here tomorrow at ten,” she said turning away from me.

***

It took all of the rest of that day and most of the night to pack and move everything. I didn’t let my mind dwell on the upheaval that this was causing nor the curiosity of why I couldn’t bring any of my things. I just pushed forward at warp speed to get everything done so that I wouldn’t be late and start off on the wrong foot. At precisely ten I parked my car and rang her bell.

“Did you do everything I asked, Pammy?” were her first words when she opened the door.

“Yes.”

“I prefer, yes, Miss,” she said coldly.

“Yes…Miss,” I said.

“Give me your keys,” she said holding out her hand.

“But, Laura, I…”

She slapped my face and held her hand out again. I dropped my car keys in it.

“Do you want this to work, Pammy?”

“Yes…Miss,” I stammered.

“You’re not acting like it,” she said. “I expect you to be polite and obedient.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

“My clothes?”

“You won’t be wearing clothes in this house,” she said.

“No clothes?” I quavered.

“No, I like looking at your body.”

“Ooooh,”
I thought, removing my clothes.
“I like the sound of that!”

“Besides,” she added, taking my clothes from me, “I want you vulnerable. Now get down on your knees. I don’t want you to ever stand in my presence.”

“My knees?” I asked, totally perplexed.

“Your hands and knees actually,” she said.

“My hands and knees?” I repeated. “I don’t understand.”

“Pammy, would you like to call this off?”

“Oh, no, please…Miss…Miss Laura, please, I want to be near you.”

“Because if you do,” she continued as if I hadn’t spoken, “I want you out of here right now.”

“Please, Miss,” I begged. “I want to stay.”

“Are you sure, Pammy?”

“Yes.”

“You won’t get another chance.”

“I…”

“To leave I mean,” she said coldly. “If you don’t leave now I don’t intend to ever let you go.”

I wanted to be with her but never leave? I didn’t understand what she meant. I opened my mouth to ask but I didn’t want to risk not being near her. I closed my mouth.

“No more talking, Pammy,” she said. “You’re mine now.”

Hers! That shot a thrill that started at my crotch and made me shiver. I was almost wagging my ass I was so happy. I just knew this was going to work!

“Come here, Pammy,” she said sitting on the couch and spreading her legs. “I need some relaxation before you meet your new owner.”

The words ‘new owner’ flitted through my brain causing a twinge of fear but the sight of her pussy peeking out from under her dress overwhelmed it. I gladly moved between her legs to show her why she needed me. As my tongue made contact with the moist heaven of her cunt her body stiffened and her hands found the back of my head. I was awash in a heaven that I had thought was forever lost to me.

***

I was very frustrated when she pushed me away an hour later. Always in the past we had made it good for each other. I knew that she said that me coming back was going to be all one sided but I had thought that at least she’d let me relieve my own frustration. She hadn’t. In fact when I had tried to touch myself after her second orgasm she had gotten very angry and put a nipple clamp on my right nipple to ‘get my attention’.

Still I was happy to be with her and figured that I could do something about my frustration later. I sat back and watched her recover.

“You always were good at that,” Laura purred. “Your new owner is going to love you.”

“My new owner? What was she talking about?”

“Put this on, Pammy,” she said handing me a pink collar.

I looked at her. She wanted me to wear a pink doggie collar?

“Hurry,” she said.

I buckled it around my neck. My cheeks were blushing the same color as the collar. I hung my head.

“And now these,” she said, helping me into mitts that made my hands useless.

“Lovely,” she said clapping her hands. “Now come with me.”

She snapped a leash on the collar and led me into one of the downstairs bedrooms. It had been completely redone since I had lived here with her. It was now bare of furniture except for an easy chair and a human sized doggie bed. In the wall was a low pet door that led to the outside. She hooked my leash on a ring set in the wall.

“Stay, girl,” she said and left the room.

I looked around again and it finally dawned on me what she intended. I stood up and tried to unhook the leash so that I could leave but my hands were two unusable blobs on the end of my arms. It was a simple clip but I couldn’t undo it. I was trapped. I heard the door open behind me and quickly dropped to all fours. Laura was framed in the doorway and there was someone standing behind her.

“Here you are, Nancy,” Laura said, moving to the side, “just as I promised, your very own puppy.”

“Nancy? Nancy’s here? I thought she was…”

I was stunned when Nancy stepped through the doorway. She looked down at me with one of the most evil yet happy grins I had ever seen.

“Pammy,” Nancy said. “I am going to have so much fun having you as my puppy! So much time to train you to do every little thing I want, just the way I want it.”

I couldn’t help it. I started whimpering.

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Trolling for Toys

It had been a very unproductive evening and I was frustrated. I had been trolling for a new toy. Some sweet young thing I could take home to use and abuse. Someone who wouldn’t know how bad their life had become until I had them trussed up on my bed, head between my legs, licking my pussy while I spurred them on with my whip. Someone to be my little slave slut until I got tired of them. The night so far had been a bust because all I kept running across were toys I had used up or ones I didn’t want. It was close to closing when I stepped into “The Saxony” and ordered my fifth drink of the night. That I was even in the place was a measure of my frustration because it was a high society bar and I was never attracted to the type of snooty woman who came in here.