Forced into Submission (7 page)

“Sara, I’m a cop and slavery is against the law,” he said plaintively.

“But she wants to live like this. It’s exciting for her.”

“Show me,” he demanded.

“Wh…what?”

“Show me.”

They came into the bedroom and pulled the cover off of the cage. I looked up at him and went into my moaning thrashing act. I put as much pleading as I could into my eyes and squeezed out a few tears.

“Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed, “there is no way she could want to live like that. Let her out!”

“Robert…”

“Now, Sara! Let her out!”

“Look, Robert, she’s going to tell you that she doesn’t want to live like this but it’s just part of the act. She loves being a slave.”

“Let her out!” he said flatly.

Sara unlocked my arms and legs and undid the door to the cage. I crawled out and stood up. I reached behind my head and removed the gag. My body was shaking and it took me a minute to get my voice.

“She’s lying,” I said. “I don’t want to live like this. She is blackmailing me with that DVD and others that her mother made of some consensual games we used to play.”

“Sara?” he asked.

“I told you she would say that but I have fifteen DVDs of her and my mom that say differently,” she said smugly.

“Robert,” I said facing him and pointing to my new piercings, “take a look at what she did to me today. Do you seriously believe that anyone would want this?”

“Sara?” he croaked.

“Damit, Robert, I’m telling you it’s just an act. She wants to be forced. She likes to be spanked. She likes to be compelled to lick pussy for hours on end. Just today she asked me to force her to suck a guy’s dick. She loves to be degraded.

“I don’t know…”

“Kimmy, you little bitch,” Sara said angrily. “You are in so much trouble for this. I’m going to spank you later until your bottom is flaming red.”

She grabbed Robert by the hand and pulled him toward the living room.

“Kimmy, I don’t want you to move,” she said, “I’m going to show Robert some of the videos where you beg my mother to not believe you when you complain. I’m going to prove to him that you are lying and then I’m going to bring him back in here and let him use you.”

They left the room with her working hard to convince him. I could see that the thought of having a naked woman at his beck and call was warring with propriety and lust was winning. I was sure that if I stayed she would have him believing that I wanted to be his toy.

I went to my closet and found some jeans and a top. In my third dresser drawer was three hundred dollars that I kept as an emergency stash. I pocketed it, slipped on some shoes, grabbed my keys and let myself out of the bedroom window.

Robert had parked his car in the drive, blocking me in. I backed around his car right up on to Helga’s roses which gave me a tingle of pure pleasure. I headed west.

I walked away from everything but I had my life back. I got a job as a waitress. I bought a new identity. I found a discrete female piercer who helped me remove the locks and the clit shield. I kept the tit rings. I found a new friend. We live together and she gives me exactly what I need. She keeps me naked when I’m in the house and spanks me regularly. The only time we’ve ever had a problem was when she got out a video camera one day. I was on my knees in front of the couch where I had been serving her while she blistered my ass with a riding crop.

“No!” I said.

“What did you say?” she asked.

“I said no, Sandra, and I mean it. If you film me I’m leaving you.”

She looked at me with narrowed eyes. She was fuming. She put the camera down and pushed me away.

“Get over my knees, Kim, right now!” she demanded.

I was scared. She had never spoken to me in that tone of voice ever before. I lay over her lap.

“I don’t know where you got the idea that you can control this relationship from the bottom but by the time we’re finished here tonight you will never say
no
to me again. I am going to spank you until you are weeping and then I am going to whip you until you are begging and then I am going to cane you until you are bleeding. I will honor your request for no video but don’t you ever say that word to me again. You have used up your one mistake.”

I slept on my stomach for the next week.

#

The Stupid Bet

It had been a stupid bet. I knew it was stupid when I took it but the little bitch had been so smug I had gotten sucked in. Now I was on a leash at her feet, my legs spread so that my skirt rode up. You could see my panties, but at least she hadn’t made me take them off yet. My two best friends Ashlee and Barbara were sitting next to her. I could already feel the dynamic shifting away from me toward the bitch. Stacy was her name and she was a climber. She wanted to move up in our strict social structure and now she had found a way.

The worst part of the whole degrading scene is that I was turned on and she knew it. I didn’t understand how this girl who was not part of our group and ten years younger than I had this much power over me and not just because of that stupid bet. Because of that stupid bet I was her slave until the stroke of midnight on Sunday. My friends had been surprised when I lost but I was already becoming a fixture like the rest of the slaves in the club. I kept still and prayed for Sunday but it was only Friday night.

“How’s my little Pam-slut doing?” Stacy asked softly. “Surprised that a Domme of your stature could find herself like this?”

That didn’t seem to call for an answer so I kept my mouth shut. She prodded my pussy with her riding crop.

“Are you wet, Pam?” she asked. “Are you wet thinking of all of the degrading things I’m going to make you do the next few days?”

I was and I didn’t know why. She had been a ‘nobody’ here, at least until now. The stupid bet had catapulted her social status into the stratosphere. To have a Domme like myself at her feet was unheard of. The horrifying part of the equation was that she could do what she wanted with me until Sunday as long as it wasn’t permanent. That covered a lot of ground

“Take off those panties, Pam,” she said, “and then I have a proposition for you.”

I skinned my panties down and resumed my position. She reached out with the whip again and worked the hem of my skirt up so that my pussy was partially exposed. I could feel eyes in the room gloating.

“I will release you from the bet if you agree to something,” she said. “Are you interested?”

“What something, Stacy?” I asked politely.

“It’s nothing much,” she said. “You just need to promise that from now on each time you enter the club you will come to my table first and pay me homage.”

I shuddered at what that might mean but I asked, “Homage, Stacy?”

“Yes. Each time you will come to my table and then you will get down on your knees and kiss my feet.”

She knew I could never agree to that. It would mean the end of my standing as a Domme. I would be nothing but a slave even if I wasn’t wearing a collar.

“No, Stacy,” I said.

“The penalties are going to go up, Pam,” she informed me. “Up till now you’ve just been on your knees with a little humiliation. Are you sure? Do you want to reconsider?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think it would be that easy,” she said softly, “but then it wouldn’t be the delicious fun it’s going to be when you finally give in.”

I didn’t plan on giving in. I hated what was coming but, giving in wasn’t in my nature. My body seemed to have another agenda and was sending me mixed signals. Some part of me was enticed by the degradation that she was inflicting. Some part of me wanted to give in.

“Take your clothes off, Pam,” she said sweetly. “I think it’s time for our members to get a better look at that body. I’m sure some of them have been coveting it. I know I have. But then it belongs to me now, doesn’t it, Pam?”

I straightened up enough to pull off my top and bra, unzipped my skirt and worked it down my legs. I sat back on my ass to pull it over my feet and then returned to my position. She reached out again with that damn crop and caressed my pussy. I was trembling with need.

“What’s the worst degradation you can think of, Pam,” she asked pleasantly.

The rules of the club were clear. I had to answer truthfully. Of course I hadn’t advertized the fact but my friends knew. If I lied it was a double forfeit.

“Being touched or used by a man,” I whispered.

“I thought as much,” she said smugly. “I think you can count on that happening soon if you don’t agree the next time I give you a chance to end this.”

I was trembling but not only with need now. To be given to a man was something that my mind screamed wasn’t fair but I knew that by club rules everything was fair game. She stood up and pulled my leash.

“Let’s take a walk, Pam. I want to show you off.”

By now the entire club knew of my mistake so she wasn’t informing anyone. She was just showing her power. I crawled along dutifully, realizing that the damage to my reputation was escalating and her proposal was looking better. My two friends tagged along and I could see that the power shift was complete in their minds. They had heard her proposal and knew that I had to accept it. It was that or be degraded so much that no one would take me seriously ever again. Either way in their minds I was never going to be a Domme again. Either outcome made me a slave. Not worthy of their time. They fawned over her and I seethed.

Almost every table we stopped at had a slave that I had topped at one time. Both men and women. The look in their eyes said it all. Being able to be convincing enough to top one of them ever again was going to be almost impossible. My despair mounted.

“Up, Pam,” Stacy said, bringing me out of my self pity.

I dutifully got up on my knees and my worst fears were in front of me. A Dom that I loathed looked back at me. He was a fat overbearing slob of a man who treated his slaves badly. He degraded them beyond what was necessary and he was heavy handed with his punishments. I had been instrumental in bringing him down several pegs and as such he was only a minor player now, but that just made it worse. He hated me for what I’d done to him.

“Charles,” Stacy asked sweetly, “would you like to have thirty minutes with my slut?”

I swear he stared drooling. The quiver that went through me was one of disgust. I knew what was coming and I knew I couldn’t stand it. I would have to agree to Stacy’s proposal. He nodded.

“Pam, your choice now is to agree to my new proposal to end the bet or I’m giving you to him for thirty minutes.”

I wanted to scream out my yes, yes , yes, but I waited for the offer .

“Agree to strip naked whenever I’m in the club and present yourself to me to use as a slave for one hour.”

My eyes found hers. She had a soft smirking smile on her lips. She knew I could never agree to that. As much as I dreaded the consequences of my answer this game was building a heat in my cunt. I needed an orgasm.

“No, Stacy,” I said with a tremor of despair in my voice.

“Oh, Pammy, you are so much fun!” she exclaimed handing the leash to Charles.

He didn’t waste any time. He dragged me to a private room and strung me up.

“I knew someday you’d fuck up you haughty bitch,” he sneered.

I looked at him with fire in my eyes. He took the bait.

“Does the slave have something to say before I whip her and sodomize her?”

“Don’t do it,” I said firmly, “I will remember and make you pay.”

“There is no way you can ever climb out of this hole,” he laughed.

“Are you sure, Charles?” I asked softly.

Perhaps the use of his name set him off. I don’t know. He whipped me until I was welted from my back to my thighs. Then he cut me down and fucked me up the ass. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of screaming and I didn’t move while he violated me. I hardened my heart. Somehow I was going to turn this around. Stacy had made a huge blunder and she didn’t even know it yet. He grunted out his release but it was clear my rage had spoiled it. He cut me down and returned me to Stacy.

“How was it, Pam?” she asked.

“I think you would be wise to give this up, Stacy,” I said coldly.

I could see the uncertainty flicker through her eyes. It came and went in a flash and she was her smug self again.

“So,” she said harshly, “that wasn’t enough to convince you? You are going to agree, Pam, or I am going to break you.”

I put my head down and waited for the next degradation. She pulled my leash and we started for the door.

“Time to install you in your new home, Pam,” she said walking out of the club dragging me on my hands and knees.

We reached her car and she opened the trunk. I climbed in and she slammed it. Thirty minutes later it opened and she pulled me into her home.

She had me undress her and then took me to her bed where I spent most of the night making love to her. She taught me all of the needs of her body while mine was going crazy. The power she had over me was still doing funny things and the closeness to her young fresh tight body did the rest. A part of me I didn’t know existed carved the control she had over me. She could tell I wanted relief but she didn’t grant it.

In the morning she had me bathe her and fix her breakfast. I knelt by her feet while she ate. She teased my cunt with her foot all during breakfast until my wetness was dripping on the floor and I was moaning constantly.

“Does Pammy want an orgasm?”

“Yes, Pllleeease, Stacy,” I moaned.

“No, Pam. I want you to really understand how helpless you are to resist me. Later tonight we’ll have a lesson.”

I did understand how helpless I was. I hated not being in control yet some part of me responded. I tried to twist my mind around why Stacy had such a hold. Nothing made sense to me. The day passed with me performing like a trained seal for her. Mundane tasks and sexual pleasures and always the teasing that kept me wanting, wanting, wanting.

Evening came and the doorbell rang. She had invited some friends for dinner and me. I served and they humiliated. My friends came but there was no gloating anymore. I was dead as a friend. I was Stacy’s slave and they knew it. My friends used my mouth like I they had forgotten who I was.