I had just ended a long D/s relationship with a delightful slave
when I ran into Dee again. I had taken my slave as far as she could
go, at least with me, and had released her to seek a new master or
mistress. I felt she was really in need of the latter as she was
interesting in exploring some aspects of her nature that only another
woman could explore with her. I wished her luck and we parted
friends.
It was a few days later that I ran into Dee in the cafeteria at the
office. Dee and I had worked together for more than a year. Then she
had accepted a new job in another division. I still saw her
occasionally, but not that often. I was reading a report when she
walked by and gave me a cheery "Hello." As I watched her walk away,
admiring her trim figure and sleek shapely legs, it suddenly hit me
that she would make an ideal slave. And it would be a real challenge
to enslave her, one worthy of my efforts.
At the time, Dee was thirty-two, married, the mother of two. She
was about 5'4", vivacious and pretty, with a compact build, sandy
brown hair worn rather short, and brown eyes. I knew a little about
her background and I knew her to be a somewhat prim and proper woman,
a devoted wife and mother. But I sensed a streak of sensuality that
she hadn't suppressed completely. And a hint of submissiveness. Or
was that wishful thinking? Time would tell.
Over the next couple of months I made a concerted effort to seduce
Dee. To no avail, nothing worked. She was steadfast and loyal,
although flattered by my efforts. I was about to give up when a
misdirected fax message delivered her into my hands. Not overnight, I
had to do some further investigation and obtain some addition
documents but, within another month I was ready and she was mine for
the taking. The fax by itself was harmless, but it had triggered a
memory and further digging had uncovered an ongoing scam that had cost
the company a lot of money. Each incident was small and slipped
through the cracks, but over the years it added up to a hefty sum. A
nice addition to one's income.
I called Dee one Friday morning in early July and asked her if she
could come to my office that afternoon at four to discuss a new
opportunity. She was hesitant because she normally leaves work by
3:30. I told her I understood. "Oh, by the way, have you ever heard
of a company called Precision Products?" I heard a gasp followed by a
short silence. Then Dee told me she'd meet me at 4:00 p.m.
I was ready and waiting when she arrived. She sat in the chair by
my desk and crossed her legs, showing her dimpled knees and a generous
length of smooth, firm thigh. I handed her a copy of the original fax
and asked her to read it. I sat back and watched, enjoying my view of
her legs, aware that I would soon see much more of her. She read the
fax and set it down on my desk. "So, what's this about? I don't see
any mention of Precision Products, whoever they are."
I had to admire her. "Nice try, a very nice try. But I've got
you. Show me your tits. Now!"
She jumped to her feet and headed for my door, sputtering that she
was going to report me to personnel. "OK, tell them about Janice
Markham and Pioneer Cleaning too." She stopped dead in her tracks and
turned around. I waved a folder and set it down on top of the fax.
"It's all in here. The whole story. All five years of it."
Her shoulders slumped and she started to walk back to my desk.
"Stop, go back and lock my door. I don't want to be disturbed. And
call your husband, tell him you'll be working late. Until about 9:00,
maybe later. That should give us plenty of time." She sat down and
made the call. When she put the phone down she gave me a bleak look
and asked what was next. "I don't want you to go to jail and I don't
want you fired. Sign the top paper in that folder and hand it to me.
Then you will stop the scam. And for the next year you will be my
loyal, willing sex slave. At the end of the year I'll give you the
originals of the papers in that folder and you'll be free. Otherwise
you can delight the bull dykes up at state prison for the next 7-10
years. Your choice."
She stared at me in silence for a moment. Then she opened the
folder, read the top page, and hastily scrawled her signature across
it. It was a simple confession of her crime and an agreement to
accept a year of slavery as punishment. Incriminating for both of us,
binding us together for a year. I signed it and made her a copy,
placing the original in my office safe. Then I sat down and gave her
a long look that caused her to blush. "I believe I asked you to show
me your tits, didn't I?"
She hesitated, then nodded. "Yes," she whispered.
I leaned over and slapped her across the face. "Yes, what? Be
respectful. And now I want to see more of you. Stand up and remove
your blouse and skirt."
She rubbed her cheek and blinked. "Yes, sir." She stood up and
slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off finally and laying it
across the back of the chair she'd been sitting in. Then she
unsnapped her skirt and eased it off, laying it carefully atop the
blouse. When she straighten up I caught my breath. She was wearing a
plain cotton bra and matching panties. But instead of pantyhose she
was wearing white thigh highs. She was nicely tanned. Her hips were
a trifle wide, but otherwise her body was perfect. She obviously
worked hard to stay in shape. Her stomach was flat and her navel deep
and perfectly round.
I gestured and she turned to give me a view of her back. Nice
broad shoulders to balance her hips. A firm, full ass. And her
thighs looked as good from the back as they had from the front. I
told her to remain facing away while she removed her bra. Her hands
came up and unhooked it and it joined the growing pile of clothes on
the chair. Then I had her turn around slowly, revealing full, firm
tits with hard, pointy brown nipples. Just the slightest trace of
sag, enough to make her tits more erotic than if they'd been perfect.
She was a real woman, not a plastic goddess from the magazines. Her
panties came next. I was mildly surprised to see that her pubic bush
was wild and untrimmed. That didn't go with the tanlines that showed
on her body. I asked her about it and she blushed again. "Sir, my
husband likes to see pussy hair when I wear a bikini. The children
are too young to notice."
I smiled. "Do you show pussy hair on public beaches?"
She hesitated before nodding and whispering, "Yes sir."
"How do you feel about that?"
She glanced toward the window before answering. "It makes me feel
like a slut. And it excites me.....sir."
I told her to keep her stockings and shoes - medium heeled black
pumps - on and turn around. When she was standing with her back to me
I told her to spread her legs a comfortable distance apart and then
bend forward from the waist until her torso was parallel with the
floor. When she had done so, I told her to reach back and spread
herself so that I could get a look at her asshole. She obediently
reached back and spread her buttocks. Her anus was a tightly pucker
little ring, dusting pink shading to beige/brown.
"Have you been fucked in the ass?"
She shook her head but I caught the tiniest hesitation. She was
lying. I let it ride for the moment. I had her turn back toward me
and squat with her feet together and her knees spread. I showed her
how to place her hands on her thighs and told her that that was
position #1. "Remember it. When I snap my fingers and say 'one' this
is the position you will assume."
She nodded. "Yes, sir, I'll remember."
I had a sudden thought. I leaned and slipped my hand between her
legs. She was sopping. I held my wet finger in front of her mouth
and she licked it clean without being prompted. "You like the
humiliation, don't you?"
Another nod. "Yes, sir, I do. Very much."
"Good. You'll get plenty of it over the course of the next year."
I stood up then and unzipped my pants. My cock was hard and I stepped
close and told her to suck me. She took me in her mouth and gave me a
wonderful blow job. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled out and shot
my load over her face, tits, and belly. She took it with her eyes
wide open. I let her squat there while my cum dried on her body.
Then I told her to put her blouse and skirt on and we'd go somewhere
more private. "Where I can hear you cry when I spank you."
She dressed without a word and tucked her underwear into her purse.
It was after 5:00 by then and we didn't see anyone except a female
security guard as we walked across the lobby to the exit. I pointed
out my car and told her to follow me to my place. I told her to park
in my garage as I had an extra space. When we got to my house I
opened one garage door and she pulled inside. I parked on the
driveway in front of the middle of the three doors. She removed her
skirt and blouse and left them in her car as I had instructed. She
got out of her car and walked forward until she was standing in the
doorway. She didn't seem to mind that she was visible to anyone
passing by. Not easily visible because my driveway is 150 feet long,
but visible just the same.
I stopped and admired the way she looked standing there in stocking
and shoes, dried cum on her face and body. My house is located in a
wealthy suburb. The houses are large and set on large, fairly private
lots. My property is extensively and expensively landscaped. I've
done a lot of the work myself and I'm proud of it. I had Dee remove
her heels and then I took her on a tour of the grounds. Before we
left the garage, I put leather cuffs on her wrists and cuffed them
behind her back. Then I put a leather collar around her neck. I
snapped a leash on the collar and led her out. She was blushing but
she didn't protest. Not a peep.
But I had made a call from my car phone and, as planned, my
neighbor, Sara, was out and about. Dee hung back as soon as we walked
around to the side of the house and saw Sara coming toward us. Sara
is a tall, thirtyish redhead, never married and wealthy in her own
right. We met a few days after she bought the house next door to
mine. Later, after she was settled, we had dinner and discovered a
mutual interest in D/s. Sara is domme and a lesbian, so our interests
coincide more than if she was hetero. She's also a stunning beauty -
long red hair, jade green eyes, a slim supple body with small firm
tits and long beautiful legs. She was barefoot, wearing shorts and a
little cropped top. Sara and I fuck occasionally, but the basis of
our friendship is our interest in D/s and our willingness to share our
slaves. Her current slave, Joanna, is a college senior. She's just
21, a long, limber California blonde. I knew that Joanna was due back
from a quick visit home and was looking forward to putting her with
Dee.
But the first priority was to teach Dee some manners. I jerked the
leash and pulled her forward, forcing her to her knees in front of
Sara. I'd given Sara a quick rundown over the phone and she knew
enough to proceed. She took Dee's leash and wrapped it around her
left hand. She had a wide, thick leather strap in her right hand.
And Dee felt it across her firm buttocks a moment later. I was ready.
When Dee's mouth opened I stuffed a ball gag in, cutting off her
scream. Then, after it was secure, Sara gave her a good hard dozen
across her ass. After the punishment was over, we took Dee out to my
patio and put her on her knees. Tears streamed down her face as she
looked back and forth from me to Sara. "Sara, do you want to whip her
tits now or have her eat you?"
Sara grinned. "Tough choice. I wonder if the slut has an opinion?
She leaned forward and removed the ball gag.
Dee, still sobbing, whimpered, "Please, let me eat you! Please!"
Sara nodded and lifted herself off the seat long enough to remove
her shorts. Then she pulled her top off. I sat and enjoyed the sight
of two lovely nude women having sex. One on her knees, eating pussy
for the first time. But not the last. Not by a long shot! After
Sara was brought to a very satisfying orgasm, she leaned forward and
licked her juices from Dee's lips and chin. "Now, Dee, you have
another choice. You can have your tits whipped, twenty hard ones, or
you can walk over and jump into the deep end of the pool."
Dee glanced at me but I shrugged and she knew that I wouldn't help
her. Then she got up and walked over to the edge of the pool and
jumped in. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back. Sara glanced
at me and chuckled. "The bitch really doesn't want to have her tits
whipped!" We walked over and stood watching Dee struggle in the deep
end. She kept herself afloat by kicking hard but it was obvious that
she was slowly drowning. She didn't call for help, just stared at us
as she struggled and lost. As she was going down for probably the
last time, Sara jumped in and pulled her to safety. As Dee crouched
on the edge of the pool, on all fours, gasping for breath, Sara
slipped a hand between her legs and began to masturbate her. Dee
lifted her head and stared at me with a strangely intent look on her
face as Sara skillfully masturbated her to orgasm. As her orgasm hit,
Dee threw her head back and whimpered with pleasure.
Later, with Dee again on her knees in front of us, Sara glanced at
me and then back at Dee. "Slave," she asked, "How long has it been
since you've had an orgasm?"
Dee looked at me and I nodded. "Three years," she whispered.
Sara glanced at me and arched one brow. Then back at Dee. "And
how long, slave, since you've been fucked?"
Dee shrugged. "Three years."
I was stunned. I asked her to explain.
"My husband doesn't want any more children and he refuses to
practice birth control. It's against his religion. So, the last time
I got fucked was the last time I was pregnant."
Sara and I glanced at each other. This was an interesting
development, a very interesting development indeed! Sara turned to
Dee again and asked her if she wanted to have sex again.
Dee glanced back and forth from Sara to me and then back to Sara.
"Yes, please! Oh God, yes! I want it!"
Sara leaned forward and cupped Dee's full, firm tits. She squeezed
them gently, running her thumbs over Dee's hard nipples. Dee arched
her back, moaning, and pressed her tits against Sara's hands. I had a
sudden thought and I asked Sara to sit back for a moment. She nodded
and released Dee's tits. I got up and crouched behind Dee, releasing
the clip holding her cuffs together, freeing her wrists. She glanced
over her shoulder, a quizzical look on her face. I patted her on the
back. "I'm sorry Dee, I made a mistake. You're free to go. I'll
give you the papers Monday." Dee got this look on her face like a kid
who's just had the cookie jar snatched away. I glanced at Sara with a
look of triumph. I was right, Dee wanted slavery because of the sex.
"Please, Jack, no! Please...." Her voice trailed off.
Sara reached out and stroked her. "Dee, what do you want? How do
you feel about being a slave now? I know you were blackmailed into it
but you seem to have changed quickly. Explain it to us."
Dee took a deep breath. "Yes, it's true that I was blackmailed
into it. But now I'm a slave. I'm not responsible for anything that
happens to me. Or anything I'm forced to do. I'm free to have sex.
A lot of sex. I don't want to give that up!"
Sara nodded. "What about your children and your husband?"
Dee sighed. "I don't want to lose my children. My husband? I
don't care any more. Well, I do care, but I want this!"
Sara cupped Dee's tits and fondled them gently. "There will be
pain, lots of pain. Whippings. Humiliation. Sex, lots of sex. With
men and women. You'll be pierced. Branded. Tortured. Fucked in the
ass. The mouth. Pissed on. Things you can't imagine."
Dee shook her head. "I still want it. I hate the thought of some
of the things you mentioned, but I want the sex. And the humiliation.
I just have one request."
Sara glanced up at me. "What is that, Dee?"
Dee took a deep breath. "When you're done with me. At the end of
the year or two years or five.....I want you to hang me. My favorite
fantasy has been about hanging. I want to hang nude and die slowly.
Very slowly. In agony."
Sara leaned forward and kissed Dee on the mouth. "I promise you
that you will hang someday. And die very slowly. In great agony.
Your nude body will be oiled and gleaming as you are led to your
death. You will be fucked repeatedly before you hang. And you will
be fucked while you hang. Your death will take hours."
The End