Forced into Submission (14 page)

I hadn’t even turned from the bar when I felt her. Like a tractor beam from some cheap science-fiction movie her aura latched on to me and I could feel the tingle start in my crotch and radiate like a niacin flush throughout my entire body. My nipples hardened into points that threatened to break through my flimsy top. I whirled around and my vision closed down to a pinpoint centered on a waif-like creature standing across the room with three other girls. I stepped away from the bar and walked across the room to stand behind her. I was contemplating my opening line when she turned around and put her face inches from mine and kissed me full on the lips.

“Surprised, Margret?” she asked, her lips still brushing mine.

Surprised didn’t come close. I didn’t think she knew I was in the room, much less behind her and I certainly didn’t think she knew who I was. Her lips were like a black hole that I wanted to dive into but I forced myself to pull my face back.

“You know who I am?” I asked.

“Everyone knows who you are, Margret,” she laughed.

“Then you know what I want,” I said, trying to ignore the signals that my body was sending to fall down at her feet and beg like a baby for her to take me home with her.

“Yes.”

“And?” I asked casually but the need inside of me was threatening to devour me.

“I have an offer for you,” she said.

“An offer? For me?” I asked.

“Yes. Kneel down right now and kiss my feet and I’ll let you live as my personal slave for six months before I sell you into hell.”

“W…what?” I stammered.

“Margret, you just used up one of your chances,” she said. “Five months then.”

Something twisted inside of me. As angry as I was at her presumption, the thought that I would only have five months instead of six was… I shook my head.

“Margret, you are letting pride get in the way of the inevitable,” she said quietly. “Hurry up and kneel down and I’ll give you five months of serving only me.”

How had this gotten twisted around to me serving her and why did my body want it? I dragged my mind out of the abyss that it was falling into, collected my wits about me and forced a stern look on to my face.

“I think there is some confusion here,” I began, “I came over here because…”

“Because you thought I’d fall at your feet,” she interrupted.

I had. I certainly hadn’t thought I would want to fall at hers. The urge to do so was screwing up my seduction and her attitude wasn’t helping. I looked at her feet and I wanted nothing more than to kneel down and put my lips on them. I looked back up at her expectant face and her lips and wanted nothing more than to feel them on mine again. I pulled myself together.

“I don’t play sub,” I said haughtily.

“I don’t either,” she laughed.

“Just for the sake of argument let’s say I play your game and…”

“It won’t be a game, Margret,” she interrupted. “When you kiss my feet I will own you and I will sell you when your five months are up.”

“Own me? Sell…sell me?” I stammered.

“Yes.”

“You’re crazy,” I said.

“Am I, Margret?”

“Yes.”

“Then walk away,” she laughed.

I wanted to but something kept me rooted in front of her. I looked at her again. The fucking tractor-beam magnet thing was still yanking on me and I still wanted to lose myself in her lips.

“Who are you anyway?” I asked.

“I think you’ve heard my name. I’m Desiree.”

Desiree? Holy shit! I had heard about some chick named Desiree. Her reputation was like one of the Sirens of Greek mythology. I had thought it was just some urban legend. Who could believe stories about some normal looking woman who had some quality that many other women couldn’t resist that caused them to lose themselves so thoroughly that they became objects for her amusement? Who would ever believe stories about a woman who used her power to enslave women and then cast them aside into some form of living hell. I didn’t or at least I hadn’t until now.

“What kind of hell?” I asked.

“You mean when your five months are up?”

“Yes.”

She looked at me a long time with a supercilious smile on her lips. Oh god help me I wanted those lips on mine.

“I think in your case I will sell you to a very fat, very sadistic… man,” she said.

I recoiled from her like she had slapped me. There was no way. Not a man. Why was I thinking about this anyway? I backed up two steps.

“I think you’ve got me confused with one of your worshipers,” I said.

“I don’t think so,” she giggled.

“We seem to be at an impasse, don’t we?”

“For now,” she said serenely.

The tractor beam was still drawing me toward her. I shook myself mentally and mustered up all of the strength, indignation and backbone that I could.

“Fuck you, Desiree,” I snapped and turned to go.

“Margret,” she said softly to my back.

I melted. Perhaps we could meet halfway. I turned expectantly.

“Yes?”

“My telephone number,” she said handing me a card. “If you call me tomorrow I will give you four months.”

“Only four months,”
my mind wailed.

I looked at her lips and then her feet. Oh, oh, help me. I tried to remain calm. I counted to ten before I answered her.

“And if I don’t call tomorrow?”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” she asked.

“What happens if I
don’t
call you tomorrow?” I repeated.

“If you don’t call by six o’clock tomorrow evening I will only give you one month with me,” she said coldly. “But you will be living in a cage in the basement where you only will see me once a day when I come down to whip you.”

I forced myself to turn and walk out. I had a horrible night. I had the phone in my hand at least ten times and once I had even started to dial. By morning I was a basket case but some last vestige of pride kept me from calling. I decided to keep my focus on resisting her allure by taking a taxi to the airport and grabbing a plane to the west coast so there would be no way I could call her by six.

When I landed at six-thirty I was beside myself. As soon as my cell worked I frantically dialed her number.

“Hello, Margret,” she answered.

“How did you…”

“Know it was you?” she chuckled.

“Yes.”

“I bought this phone just for you,” she purred.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t call by six,” I said placatingly. “I was on a plane and…”

“I’m sorry too, Margret,” she soothed, “it would have been nice to have you in my bed for four months.”

“But, Desiree,” I wailed, “I couldn’t. I called as soon as I could.”

I waited for her response but the line was silent. I thought that perhaps we had been disconnected.

“Desiree, are you still there?” I asked frantically.

“Yes, Margret. I am,” she said.

“So can I… uh, come and live with you?”

“Of course, Margret.”

I couldn’t believe the wave of relief that washed over me. I was only going to get four months of being close to her and the downside was horrible but…”

“Oh, thank you,” I gushed.

“Be at my back door by noon tomorrow, naked and kneeling. Someone will lead you down to your cage.”

“My cage?”

“Yes, Margret, your cage where you will live for the next month before I sell you.”

“But…I thought that we…”

“Margret,” she interrupted, “do you remember what I said?”

“Yes, but I thought that perhaps…”

“You thought wrong, Margret. You used up all of your chances.”

“But, Desiree, please,” I begged.

“Naked and kneeling at my back door by noon tomorrow, Margret,” she said and the line went dead.

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I Need the Money – Chapter 1

“Are you happy, Gwen?” I asked.

“Of course, Cindy, why do you ask?” she replied.

“You seem so…preoccupied,” I explained.

“Just tired I guess.”
“Of me?” I asked, hating the needy whine in my voice.

“No, no, baby, not you,” she soothed. “We have it great together.”

We did, or at least I thought we did. Six months ago I had been in an abusive relationship with a woman named Samantha. Samantha had been a mean, controlling, cruel pitiless bitch. I mean I liked a little light bondage and soft sexy spankings and other similar bedroom games but there was nothing soft or subtle about Samantha. She loved to painfully hogtie me and then go out for the night with her friends. Or stuff me in the trunk at the foot of her bed while she and some tart she had picked up made love a few feet away. Her idea of a spanking was with a riding crop or a whip and she was never happy until I was so welted it hurt to sit down.

I had started off as her girlfriend but within a few months she had taken over my life. Samantha had never allowed me friends or outside activities or even time on my own except when I was hogtied in the closet or shoved in the trunk at the foot of her bed. I was nothing more than her slave for the two years we were together and I only escaped by luck. She had some people over one day and Gwen was one of them.

Gwen had been looking for the bathroom and had wandered into where Samantha had me trussed up after having beaten me almost unconscious. When she found out that I was an unwilling partner to Samantha’s cruelty she undid my restraints and we slipped out the back. The next six months had been the best of my life. I was hopelessly in love with Gwen and she seemed to feel the same, until recently.

“Want to get a shower?” I asked, sitting down on the couch next to her and putting my lips on her ear.

“Not right now, baby,” she answered, “I rather…play a little.”

“Play?”

“Yeah, something a bit kinkier than we usually do,” she said.

That went right to my cunt. Her normal idea of kinky was pretty vanilla which had been fine with me after Samantha but now my body was craving something more.

“What did you have in mind, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “Were you going to spank me for being bad?”

“Maybe,” she teased, “but first I want to…tie you up.”

I was dripping wet. Tie me up? Oh! I snuggled into her neck.

“I’d like that,” I whispered.

“Why don’t you strip for me first,” she said.

Strip? Yes! I stood up and pulled my tee shirt over my head frantically.

“Slow down,” she demanded. “I want a tease.”

My hands had already found the zipper to my jeans and had yanked it halfway down before her words stopped me. I slid it slowly the rest of the way and then put my hands in the waist band and very slowly tugged my pants down halfway. I could see the flush in her neck. She licked her lips and kept her eyes glued to my crotch. I turned around and pulled my jeans down to my knees. I heard her intake of breath. This was fun!

I kicked off my jeans and twirled back around. I watched her eyes flicker between my breasts and my pussy. My panties were soaked! I kept looking at her as I turned away again. Her eyes were glued to my ass for a moment before she shifted her gaze to mine. I winked at her and reached back and undid my bra and shrugged it off and then turned my head away from her and slowly slid my panties down. I could hear her ragged breathing as I dropped them to the floor.

As I started to turn back toward her I felt her step directly behind me. She put her hands on my upper arms and slid them downward, pulling my hands to my back. I felt cold steel encircle my wrists. Another jolt of pleasure hit my pussy. I was so turned on! She turned me around and kissed me and I melted. She held the kiss as we stepped back to the couch where she pushed me to my knees. She pulled her skirt up, yanked her panties down and sat down in front of me with her legs spread.

“Make it good for me one more time before we go,” she whispered.

I didn’t need a second invitation. I dove into her pussy. As I worked her heavenly mound exactly the way I knew she liked me to I couldn’t help having one part of my mind keep twisting her last words around. What could she have possibly meant ‘before we go’? Go where?

She let me give her three bone rattling orgasms before she pushed me away. I was so ready to change places. Instead of getting up she reached under the couch and came out with a steel collar that she fastened around my neck and padlocked on.

“First the cuffs and now a collar?”
I thought.

It didn’t make sense. Where had she gotten them? I hadn’t seen the cuffs but the collar was well worn. I opened my mouth to ask and she pushed a gag in and locked it on. A trickle of fear formed a knot in my chest.

She stood up, snapped a leash on my collar and pulled me to my feet.

“Time to go, Cindy,” she said, moving toward the garage.

I stumbled along behind her in shock. We were going out? Like this? I mumbled a complaint in my gag. She dragged me into the garage and opened the hatch of our van.

“Climb in, sweetie,” she said, pointing to the floor behind the back seat.

I shook my head no. I wasn’t going anywhere until I got some explanation as to what the hell was going on. She chuckled, reached out and pinched my left nipple hard. I squealed into my gag. She used it to force me into the car. Then she tied my leash on to a floor ring which kept my face buried in the carpet, slammed the hatch and climbed in the front. I was shivering in fear but somehow my cunt liked what was happening.

***

An hour later we stopped and she pulled me out. I looked around and discovered we were way out in the country at what appeared to be a farm house with out-buildings and no other houses in any direction. Two women stepped off of the porch and walked over to us. The slim blond one was dressed as if she were just about to compete in an equestrian event and the stockier dark haired one was wearing a tight calf-length black dress and black boots. I felt stupid standing there naked.

“I see you found us okay, Gwen,” the dark haired one said pleasantly.

“Your directions were super, Margaret,” Gwen said. “I did take one wrong turn after C Street but I figured it out right away.”

“And obviously this is the merchandise you are offering us,” she said, looking at me as if I were a side of beef.