Forced into Submission (5 page)

Three screamers later, when my jaw was starting to cramp up pretty badly and I was wondering how I was going to continue, she finally pushed me away. I collapsed in a heap at her feet.

“My god, Kimmy, no wonder my mom never remarried,” she gushed. “No sticky mess, no reciprocation, no dirty underwear left around, no inane bragging, no cheating, no ogling other women and certainly no necessity of having to fake an orgasm to make some stupid slob feel good. I could get addicted to this!”

In spite of my situation I couldn’t help but flush with pride. Followed immediately by shame as it struck home how low I had sunk. I was squirming but not just from shame. All of this sexual play had put me on edge for hours now and I needed just a few moments alone so that I could ease some of my tension.

“The bitch had to sleep sometime,”
I thought,
“and then I can at least masturbate.”

My thoughts were interrupted by a yank on my leash. Grabbing the toy bag she dragged me into the master bedroom where she stood surveying it like Balboa must have when he first saw the Pacific Ocean. She pulled a pillow from the bed and placed it on the floor.

“You will sleep here, Kimmy,” she stated, “close by in case I need you.”

Reaching into the bag she pulled out a set of handcuffs and locked my hands behind me.

“Can’t have those hands straying where they don’t belong now, can we?” she laughed.

I put my head down demurely so she wouldn’t see the excitement in my eyes. I didn’t need my hands. I just needed a few minutes of her being asleep. I could feel the intensity of her gaze. With almost an audible click the realization hit her. She rummaged around in the bag again for a moment and I looked up to see what was going on. It wasn’t good.

“One more thing,” she said, holding up three alligator clips joined by lengths of chain. “Kneel up, girl!”

The two on my tits were bad but the one she clipped to my clit hurt like hell and insured that there was no way I was going to be able to have an orgasm tonight.

I cried myself to sleep.

My Best Friend’s Daughter-Chapter 4

I didn’t sleep very well. The clips on my tits and clitoris, the hard floor and her waking me up at two in the morning to use my tongue combined to make it a restless night. She slept until eight and then dragged me onto the bed for another lengthy worship session. I had a lot of trouble getting it just right as the chains kept catching on the bed sheets causing me to scream into her cunt. Actually, she seemed to like it. When she was finally purring like a kitten she released my hands and sent me to run her a bath.

I got the water running at just the right temperature, put in some bath salts and peeked around the door. She was still languishing on the bed. I figured she was probably listening for the water to stop which meant I had maybe a minute before she’d get up. I ducked back inside the bathroom. I only needed thirty seconds. I buried my hand in my pussy and started stroking my clit frantically.
“Oh my god,”
I thought,
“here it comes…oh my…”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Sara screamed, grabbing my wrist and removing my hand just milliseconds from oblivion.

My body rebelled like an addict denied his drug of choice. I had needed that orgasm badly. I was lost. My world compressed to where it seemed as if I were at the bottom of a very deep well with just a pinprick of light and distorted sound reaching me. Someone was slapping my face and screaming at me. Reality came back.

“You little slut,” she said in the coldest voice I had ever heard, “I am going to punish you for this. I had thought that I’d scare you a bit with my talk of finding a ‘permanent solution’ but actually let you earn some indulgence every month or so. No more. Your little defiance has pissed me off. I’m going to find some kind of very permanent chastity device to put on you and your sentence is one year. One year, Kimmy, and if I catch you again it will be two.”

My brain refused to process what she was saying. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. How had this happened to me? I’d gone from an independent, hip single woman to a slave with no rights in less than a day and all because my best friend had made some videos. The thought of a year without being able to touch myself was terrifying.

“I love that look, Kimmy,” she purred. “That look of horror and disbelief. I’ve watched those videos so many times. Mom could always bring that out it in you. You craved that feeling, didn’t you, Kimmy? Being completely helpless, forced to service my mother and then spanked whenever she felt like it because she could do whatever she wanted with you. But, it was always a game with you two, wasn’t it? She always let you off the hook at the end, didn’t she? Not any more, Kimmy, not any more. The spankings are going to be real from now on with no pot of gold at the end of your rainbow.”

She reached over, turned off the water, climbed into the tub and sat back.

“Start at my neck,” she ordered, and take your time.”

The bath was torture because I used to do the same for her mother but somehow it had always ended with the two of us in bed making love. This was as if she was Cleopatra and I was some servant girl who didn’t even rate a second look much less a word of kindness.

After I fixed her breakfast she had me kneel next to her chair while she ate and read the morning paper. The doorbell rang at precisely ten o’clock.

Looking up from her paper with a smile she said, “Answer it, Kimmy.”

I crawled to the door and opened it to the beaming face of Mrs. Fitch. She walked right past me as if I weren’t there and went into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Sara,” she bubbled, “I’m here to help.”

“Good morning, Helga, right on time I see,” Sara laughed.

“What can I do?”

“Sit down and have some breakfast, Helga, and we’ll talk.”

Mrs. Fitch sat down. I served her some coffee and toast and resumed my place kneeling by my owner’s chair while they visited. Once in a while one of them would hold out a morsel for me to eat but otherwise I was ignored. When they finished eating the conversation turned to me.

“I need you to watch her for most of the day,” my owner said, “as I have to wind up my mother’s affairs, arrange for the movers to bring my stuff here and look into what might be available to keep her straying hands at bay.”

“So you were really serious about that,” Mrs. Fitch gasped.

“We had a little incident this morning that hardened my resolve,” my owner stated. “I caught her trying to play with herself and it pissed me off.”

“Did you spank her?”

“No,” Sara laughed, “I thought she’d get plenty of that today from you.”

“I’ve been thinking about that all night and I have so many things I want to…”

“Helga, as long as you don’t permanently injure her and insure that she is teased mercilessly but not allowed to have an orgasm, you can do whatever you want.”

The look of frenetic lust coupled with sadistic evil that was on Mrs. Fitch’s face would have been enough to scare a third world dictator. The chill of fear started at my toes and worked its way up. It was going to be a long day.

“Well, Kimmy,” Mrs. Fitch said after Sara had left, “what should we do today?”

I kept my mouth shut. It wasn’t really a question I was supposed to answer. I wouldn’t have been able to control myself anyway. I would have just lapsed into uncontrollable begging for her to please not hurt me. She rummaged around in the toy bag and came out with a short riding quirt.

“Let’s go into the bedroom where we can get comfortable,” she suggested.

I crawled behind her to the bedroom. My focus was on that damn quirt. I had a love-hate relationship with it. Sara’s mom used to whip me with it but it had been sensual. I could get so turned on at the end of one of the sessions with that whip that it only took the slightest touch from her to put me over the edge. I didn’t think that was going to happen today but my body remembered the good times and responded.

In the bedroom she had me climb up on the bed and put my head down into the pillow. She kneeled on the bed to the left of me and very lightly ran the whip over my ass. I was inflamed and moaning immediately. My body took over and I stuck my ass out begging for the whip.

“So, Kimmy,” she purred, “you like this, don’t you?”

“Oh god, help me,”
I thought,
“I do.”

Her left hand captured my left breast lightly and her fingers circled my nipple causing a flush of desire to invade my entire body. Her right hand brought the whip down on my ass but it just inflamed me further.

“Beg me,” she intoned.

“Pleeeaase,” I begged.

“Please what, Kimmy?”

“Please don’t stop,” I beseeched her.

The whip came down harder this time but I didn’t care. I was off in a place that I never wanted to leave.

“You need this, don’t you?”

Her hand slid down my belly and made a beeline for my love triangle. I was shuddering like I was naked in Nome, Alaska in a minus forty degree wind chill. I never wanted this to end.

“You fucking crave this, don’t you?” she asked and hit me harder.

Her finger hit my button and I jumped like someone had zapped me with an electric current. A few seconds more was all I needed. This was going to be soooo good.

She stopped and my body rebelled.

“My turn,” she laughed and rolled over so that her crotch was in front of my face.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you go, did you?” she chortled. “You are pathetic, Kimmy. You are so easy to manipulate it’s, well, I can’t think of a better word. It’s fucking pathetic.”

I snapped. I scrambled off the bed, ran into the bathroom and locked the door. My hand found its way to my crotch and I had my first orgasm before she even recovered enough to bang on the door. She banged and banged and so did I. She knocked on the door and I knocked on heaven’s gate. I didn’t answer the door but heaven answered, more than once. Over the next five hours I made up for lost time. I knew there would be a price to pay but I didn’t care.

When Sara came home she didn’t seem to be mad at all. I should have known.

“Kimmy,” she called, “are you ok?”

I didn’t answer. My clit was mega sore and my body was spent but I feared retribution so I kept my mouth shut.

“Kim,” Sara said softly, “I guess I kind of pushed you past your limit. I’m sorry. Open the door and let’s talk about it.”

I didn’t know what to do. I knew she had enough material to totally ruin my life but I just couldn’t live like she was planning. I couldn’t conceive of a life without sex in some form. I mean it wasn’t natural!

“Kim,” she whispered, “we can work this out. I am not going to let you have as many orgasms as you think you need but I’m willing to compromise. Open the door, please.”

Relief flooded over me. Maybe she would be like her mother. Maybe it could be the incredibly sensual give and take relationship that I enjoyed for so long with her mother. More take than give but satisfying for us both. I opened the door.

“You fucking bitch,” she screamed and shoved a rag into my face.

I passed out.

My Best Friend’s Daughter-Chapter 5

I woke up in the dark. I couldn’t move. My hands were tied to my ankles in classic hog-tie position and I was gagged. I could feel clothes brushing my head. The smell of leather filled my nostrils and when I scrunched forward I encountered a shoe. I decided that the bitch had put me in my own closet. I could make out the faint outline of the door but it was dark in the bedroom. Then I heard it. The soft in and out breathing of someone sleeping. Not snoring but almost. The bitch had left me here for the night! This was way beyond bullshit. My body was telling me that the loss of my reputation was nothing to the horror that my life would be without sex of any kind so I planned to get up and leave just as soon as she untied me.

I must have fallen back to sleep as the light from the open door startled me awake. My tormentor was standing over me with a collection of straps and chains from the toy bag.

“Good morning, Kimmy,” she purred, “I hope you slept well.”

I doubted she really cared and I was gagged anyway so answering was not an option. I eyed the items in her hand. My body betrayed me again and started a slow burn. I had fond memories of hours and hours of being helpless and vulnerable in those things.

“Just a few items to make sure we don’t have any more incidents like yesterday,” she laughed.

Fifteen minutes later I was trussed up like an oven-ready turkey. She had locked a collar on my neck with chains to my wrists that kept my hands at tit height. There were hobbles on my legs that prevented me from taking full steps and chains from my ankles to a waist belt that kept me from standing upright. The thing that made no sense to me was the strap-on dildo. The wide belt passed from the waist belt at my navel around through my snatch and ass to the waist belt in back. My favorite dildo stuck out obscenely from my crotch. She must have seen the puzzled look on my face.

“I didn’t have anything else to cover up that filthy crack of yours to keep you from touching it,” she explained. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to get your hands down there but I wasn’t sure what else you might come up with. This way it’s covered up and I needn’t worry about you. Besides it looks kind of cool with that penis waving in the breeze like that.”

She walked over, snapped a leash on my collar and dragged me into the garage. The back door to my van was open and in the back was a cage.

“Climb in, Kimmy,” she directed, “you have a date with a friend of mine who is going to take care of our little problem once and for all.”

I climbed in. She was holding all the cards but I had plans if my cards changed. My mind was alert, but opportunities for escape seemed limited. She locked my hands and feet to the bars of the cage, threw a blanket over the cage and backed the car out of the garage.

“Have you heard of ‘SexySadist Tattoo and Piercing’?” she giggled.

“Christ, yes,”
I shuddered,
“those people are piercing psychos.”