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Authors: Lorna Snowdon

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“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.

“How long do we have to serve, Mrs. Farnum?” I asked politely.
“So now you’re going to be polite to me, Mandy? Are you thinking I’ll forget about your little outburst and go easier on you?”
“I…”

“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.”

 

#

 

 

Somehow I Don’t Think They’ll Mind

 

“Over my knee, Jenny.”
“Oh, please, Mrs. Jacobson,” Jennifer wailed, “please don’t. Please, what did I do wrong?”
“Who says I have to have a reason, Jen?”
“But…”
“Over my knee! Now!”

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.

“Do you like being my little slave girl, Jenny?” I asked bring my hand down sharply on her rear.
“Ow…yes, Mrs. Jacobson.”
“Do you like serving me?” I whispered, punctuating my sentence with another stinging blow to her reddening ass.
“Oh, yes, Miss, yes but…”
“But what, Jenny-girl?” I purred.
“Please don’t punish me any more, please.”
“But you need to be punished sometimes, don’t you, girl?”

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.

“I need to…SLAP…keep you…SLAP…in line…SLAP…don’t I, Jennifer?”
“Ow, please…please…no more, please,” she begged, crying freely now. “I’ll do whatever you want me too but please stop.”
I pushed the crying girl off of my lap and gently guided her tearstained face in between my legs.
“Make it nice for me, Jenny,” I urged and leaned back to enjoy her tongue.
I let her bring me to three delicious orgasms before finally pushing her away.
“Bring me a drink,” I demanded.
“What about me, Miss?” she whined.
“Jenny, you know you only get one orgasm a month and then only if you’ve been good. Now get me my drink!”

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.

“Lick me, god damn it,” Jennifer said more forcefully.
“Fuck you,” I mumbled into her cunt.
She swung the riding crop in her right hand and it hit my exposed crotch. I screamed into her slit.
“Or scream instead,” she gushed and brought the whip down several more times.

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.

“I drugged your drink,” she said as she was recovering.
I had already figured that out. I wondered why it had taken six months for her to think of it. I turned to look at her.
“Let me go, Jennifer, and I’ll forget this happened,” I said pleasantly.
“Mabel, are you stupid?”
“Jennifer, you are my slave and if you don’t stop this foolishness right now you are going to be very sorry.”

“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.”

“Easier?’
“Remember how you locked me in the trunk and left me there for two days?” she asked.
“You defied me, Jennifer,” I said mildly. “I had to teach you a lesson.”
“Well now it’s my turn to teach you some lessons, isn’t it?”
“Jennifer, you are my slave and this is going to cost you.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake, Mabel, you are starting to piss me off.”
“Am I?”

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

“What? Are you being cute with me, Mabel?”
“No, Jennifer,” I said
“Do you remember what you used to tell me when I got cute with you?” she asked.
“Not really,” I said.
“That you’d teach me respect.”
“Oh, and did I?”
“You tried.”

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.

“So, are you going to teach me respect, Jenny?” I asked coquettishly.
“Starting with the fact that you will learn to address me properly, Mabel,” she said haughtily.
“How would you like to be addressed, slave?” I asked.

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.

“Why you little slut,” she growled. “I can’t believe it! You’re dripping wet!”
“Mistress, please…”
“Do you remember how often you let me cum, you little cow?” she said coldly.
“Mistress, I’m sorry. Perhaps I should have…”
“Yes, perhaps you should have,” she said, “but you didn’t, did you?”
“But…”

“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.”

“Oh, noooooooo, please, Mistress, not three months,” I begged. “Please I’ll die.”
“Three months and then only if you’ve been a good girl,” she laughed.
***

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.

“She’s very well trained, isn’t she?” her friend Madeline said.
“Thank you,” Jenny gloated. “It’s been a pleasure taming the old cow.”
“Have you ever thought of selling her?”
“Selling her?” Jenny asked with excitement.
“Yes, there is a very good market for slaves.”
“Really?”
“Yes, even a middle aged cunt like this one will bring several hundred thousand dollars.”
“Several hundred thousand?”
“I’ll give you a number to call,” Madeline said.

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.

“Mistress, please don’t sell me,” I blurted out.
“Who gave you permission to speak?” she said coldly.
“Please, Mistress, please, I’ll do anything.”
“You stupid bitch,” she sneered. “You’ll do anything I want anyway. You’re my slave.”
“But…
“Get me the carpet beater,” she demanded.

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.

“Play with yourself, cow,” she said.
“What…?” I quavered.
“I’m giving you one last chance for an orgasm,” she said.
“One last chance, Mistress?”
“Yes and you’d best get started before I change my mind.”

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 my, we needed that, didn’t we?” she laughed as my vision cleared.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I said politely.
“I hope that lasts you, cow,” she giggled. “Because where you’re going they don’t ever allow slaves to have relief.”

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.

“Why, Mistress?”
“Because they made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse,” she said.
“But I thought…”
“That I was so addicted to degrading you and using you for my own pleasure that I couldn’t give you up?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She looked at me fondly. I could see just a tinge of regret in her eyes. Maybe I could change her mind.
“Mistress, isn’t there anything I can do or say to change your mind?” I asked.
I watched the regret harden into resolve. Her eyes narrowed and her smile turned cruel. My fate was sealed and thus hers.

“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.”

I shook my head and started to cry but her hard look never softened.
“Gag yourself,” she said.
I picked up the ball gag, put it in my mouth and buckled it behind my head. My tears were running freely down my cheeks.
“Cuff your hands behind you,” she demanded.

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