This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.

 

                 "Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire"

                                by Musker

                       Inspired by and dedicated to
                            a very special Muse.

                               (part 10)


Beth could hear Katherin in the other room preparing the few selected
guest for the bonding ceremony to begin. She could feel it. The anxiety
building up inside of her. And she was ready. One final event to go and it
would all be over with, forever. The proverbial last straw to break Paul's
infatuated back with. And she knew it would. Especially now, after her
duties as party serving wench.

She chuckled to herself when she remembered the look on Paul's face. That
look of total confusion and repulsion when he saw her serving drinks. He
already knew of her bald head. He watched every humiliating second of it
while Katherin shaved every last one of her golden died locks right in
front of that picture window behind her last night. Katherin even sent him
the photos of the blessed event via express mail. But seeing her up close
and in person, wearing that serving wench uniform and playing her role as
lesbian bimbo sex slave to perfection, it literally made him dumbfounded
with object horror and sicken nausea.

Katherin said it would break the love spell Paul had on her. And he was
almost there, just as Beth was almost there in sunny California. The land
where freedom and her new executive position laid waiting for her. This
though alone made Beth lick her smiling lips with hungry anticipation.

But playing serving wench left a nasty taste in her own mouth too. Beth's
smile turned into a grimace as she shut her eyes tightly trying not to
remember the rest of those tormented times. But alas, her mind's eye could
see in shocking clarity the humiliating highlights that made her stomach
turn, and for some reason make her pussy go moist.

Shortly after Tonya finished turning Beth into a first class serving wench
she told Beth it was time for her to don the rest of her uniform. Beth
remembered how happy she was in being allowed to wear something more than
the agonizing wasp corset and the extreme towering foot wear. Clothing,
even in the form of a decadent maids uniform, would be a welcomed
consolation if it only cover her obscene pumped up chest and now brightly
redden derriere just a little.

At first Beth thought Tonya was putting the black latex maid's dress on
backwards. But Tonya continued to twist and tug it into position until she
was happy with it's fit. Then she added the token white lace cap, apron
and wrist length gloves to complete the ensemble. A quick touch of makeup
and Beth was declared finished and ready for duty. She then left Beth
alone to go and prepare herself for the party.

Beth began bumping her head against the pole. "Why do I keep remembering
these obscene vulgar images of myself?" she said in a hushed voice. She
soon stopped her head banging, opened her eyes and stared out into space.
She tried to focus on something in the room, but her minds eye continued
to show her only one image. Oh why did she look into the mirror after
Tonya went away?  She should have known by now that every time she though
things were about to get better they only turned out worst. She thought
the uniform would be better for her too. But the memory of her reflected
image paid little resemblance to the beautiful business woman she once
was.

The black latex dress that she thought Tonya was putting on backwards was
in fact put on correctly. But like the shoes, it too was made for a
particular voyeur interest. It fitted her torso very tightly with a high
neck and short puffy sleeves. And it was completely trimmed out in very
feminine pretty white ruffled lace, just like her matching shoes.

The dress had a large oval cut out in the front for both of her above
average breasts to fit through. Her breasts were now laid bare and in full
panoramic view for all to see and stare at. The black shiny latex pushed
them up and out while the soft white ruffles around the opening framed
them like an erotic picture. Instead of covering her female nakedness, the
dress put them on display like a hooker in one of those seedy twenty five
cent peep shows in the red light district.

The skirt part was draped open in the front and back like a pair of pulled
back window drapes. The manner in which her skirt exhibited her bare pussy
and beet red butt was as if they had a classic regal significance to
them. Which ran counter to the "in your face" pornographic spectacle that
Beth felt they looked like. Even the apron, more symbolic than functional,
was only long enough to cover her pubic area leaving her badge of female
sexuality in full unobstructed view.

The final shocking component of Tonya's conception of what a proper
serving wench looked like was her makeup, or the lack there of. The only
cosmetic Tonya used on Beth was a brightly colored red lipstick. and a
touch of lip gloss. Her lips were carefully painted up to make them look
twice their normal size. Her red oral pucker seemed to dominate her entire
face, especially without any hair on her head or eyebrows. Tonya even
added a little lipstick to redden her nipples and pussy lips too. The
latter she dabbed a little lip gloss on making Beth look as if she was in
a constant heighten state of oozing sexual arousal.

Beth remembered stepping back from the mirror to take her whole bizarre
image in. She began wondering why Tonya made her up to look like this. Her
face appeared to be nothing more than two big pouting red lips on a flesh
colored background topped by a little doily maid's cap glued to her bald
head with two ribbons hanging down in back. Even her beautiful brown eyes
played only a cameo role compared to her outlandish and gaudy red lips.
When she looked at her torso, it seemed like the dress was there as an
accent, a mer accessory to enhance and spotlight her nakedness instead of
covering it. Even her shiny black six inched heels from hell made her bare
legs seem longer and incredibly shapelier than they were.

She remembered just standing there, looking at herself and thinking until.

Beth began moving her head from side to side against the wooden pole in an
exaggerated rebellious NO! She knew the reason why she was made to look
that way. It all seemed to fall into place now. It was madness! Madness
with a method behind it. A method she also willingly played part of, and
in so doing, felt herself slipping into the same madness that Tonya was
caught in when she created thing. But in her case she still had hope.
Hope, that glistened a hare's breath away in the next room just beyond
this macabre nightmare, Katherin.

She hated having to play this part in Katherin's plan. A plan that was
bringing fantasy closer to reality with each passing moment. And a reality
that was staring right back at her in her own unshakable memory.

The reflection was no longer her, Beth. Beth, the independent, cognitive
and beautiful heterosexual woman ceased to be. Just like Cynthia ceased to
be when she became "thing". And like "thing", Beth too had become an
object, a symbol, a metaphor for Tonya's insatiable passionate wet dream.

The customized maid's uniform was a symbol of kinky erotic servitude. And
by wearing it, Beth made it clear to everyone at the party that she was
Katherin's sex slave. The flaunting display of her lips, breasts, pussy
and redden rear end were all metaphors for her present status as a
sexually obsessed bimbo who was in constant need of wanton attention. Her
former identity as Beth was now gone. And in it's place was this generic
bimbo sex slave. A sex object and owned property belonging to a
Ms. Katherin Sloan. Beth had become the antithesis to what she
passionately dreamed of becoming all her life, a successful loving woman
of quality, beauty and grace. And as a result, her soul cried tears of woe
for the loss.

Beth stopped shaking her head. She then opened her misty eyes and looked
in the direction where thing was perched. She could no longer see thing
for one of those panel screens was placed around her. Tonya thought it
would be better to hide thing during the bonding ceremony. After all, it
was Katherin and B's big moment and no one wanted to risk compromising the
plan, not now. But Beth looked over to that corner of the room and thought
to herself "if not for the grace of Katherin there would go I." She
trusted Katherin, her business mentor and very dear friend. Beth had
pledged herself to Katherin. To become the very best and most loyal
corporate executive humanly possible when they reach California. Part in
deep appreciation for getting Paul out of her life, but largely for not
letting this nightmare in becoming a lifelong reality like thing.

Beth tried to take a deep breath but the straps held there grip on her.
Her mind slowly drifted back to the party and her duties as a serving
wench. Thank God that part of the nightmare was over with. Now all she had
left were these ugly memories to get rid of. And those she will forget
soon enough in time. If her mind would only let her.

She remembered the number of guests were really few in number. Most were
from work, former friends and bosses. Former because when the plan came
into effect and her role as Katherin's lesbian girl-friday came into
being, her friends deserted her like rats on a sinking ship. Thank
goodness she will never see then again after tonight. But she still felt a
residue of self loathing having to serve them drinks in the manner that
she was dressed and trained to do. And many times, when her back was
turned, she could hear a faint giggle or a repressed laugh from those same
members of her former peer group. Thank goodness they were still too
afraid of Katherin to get carried away.

At first, her fellow work mates were shocked into silence with her exotic
appearance, just like she was when she first saw thing. But when Beth
replayed her speech that Tonya made her mesmerized earlier they seemed to
loose their initial shock and concern for her welfare. They even though it
was particularly funny when she referred to herself in the third person as
the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherin.

Most of the guest's conversations were between themselves and seem to
center around Beth and Katherin. But once and a while one brave soul would
ask her a question. The women seemed concerned if she was being coerced or
blackmailed into her present role when they asked her, "Beth, are you
being forced into doing this?"

To which Beth would first shake her head so vigorously no that the two
ends from the ribbon that extended down from her lacy maids cap would
fly wildly around her head, Then, while keeping her eyes cased down, she
would respond with, "Oh no Mistress! B, the lesbian bimbo slave girl of
Mistress Katherin, is doing this because she REALLY wants too. Lesbian B
loves having sex with women. Bimbo B adores dressing up like a gaudy
street whore in heat, showing off her big tits, tiny waist and always wet
pussy. And slave B feels so relieve that her life is so much simpler now.
Slave B only does what Mistress Katherin tells B to do. B is such a giddy
little airhead now. That is why Mistress Katherin does all the important
stuff now while simple B looks sexy and obeys Mistress Katherin's every
word.  And B loves every moment of it, and Mistress Katherin too."

The guys on the other hand seen her as pure eye candy. They joked around
amongst themselves wondering if there was a chance for them to sample any
of her tempting voluptuous attributes. Beth felt angered by their drooling
leers and accepted belief that she was nothing but a slut who would suck
and fuck anyone at a snap of a finger. But she always maintained her
smiling domesticated air even when one guy, who was too drunk to know
better, asked her to go into a vacant room with him, She simply replied
that her mind, body and soul was all devoted to Mistress Katherin. And it
was Mistress Katherin he should ask for permission first. Just like Tonya
taught her. Of course no guy would ever think of asking for permission to
have sex with a woman that belonged to such a powerful corporate executive
as Ms Sloan. So Beth was safe in that area.

But the really hard part occurred when she finished serving her work
friends. She would perform her little curtsy, turn slowly around and walk
away. She could always hear the snickers, giggles and sometimes out right
laughter that accompanied her strutting bimbo walk, wagging her plump red
ass behind her. It was all so very hard on Beth. These were people who
once respected her for her effective business talents and as a woman of
character and beauty. But now, all they saw was nothing more than a simple
servile object of sex to make fun of and lust over.

But Beth's torment was not limited to the people she knew at work. Two of
the guests were the lady cops that arrested her as a prostitute, Erica and
Mary. At first she didn't recognize them. Both of them, as well as
everyone else at the party, looked positively radiant. Women were looking
the epitome of beauty and elegance, and the men distinguished and gentile.
All in sharp contrast to Beth's conspicuous sleazy self. But Beth was
determined to see the plan through come hell or high water. Thus, she
approached the two policewomen as she was trained to, smiling, eyes down,
head up, shoulders back, tits out and hips rolling like she was parading
her herself for a quick sale. She curtsied in front of the two and began
her mindless, robot-like welcome speech that Tonya chastised into her.

"Welcome to Mistress Katherin's abode Mistress Erica and Mistress Mary.
My name is B and I am the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherin.
Mistress Katherin would like to thank you for coming to the party and
bonding ceremony this evening. Mistress Katherin would like to offer you
one of these delicious and refreshing drinks here on the tray. But if you
would like something else to drink, slave B would be very happy to get it
for you." Beth then stood as still as a statue waiting for the policewoman
to act, fearing and dreading what they might do to her now.

The two women smiled to themselves and then began to walk around Beth as
though she was there for inspection.

"Well Ms E, I do believe I never seen the likes of such a THING as this in
all my days on this earth."

"Yes, I do agree Ms M, IT sure is something else, the likes of which I
have never seen before either Ms M. Do you think IT is alive?"

"Oh mercy me Ms E, I do not see how IT could be. I mean, what woman in
her right mind would ever want to look like this . . . THING!"

"Ahhhh, I see what you mean Ms M. IT is very vulgar in appearance isn't
it."

"Down right disgusting to any woman of quality and dignity like us Ms E."

"Well put Ms M. IT must be some kind of high tech adult sex toy then.
Something along the lines of one of those blow up sex dolls no doubt. Only
much more lifelike and extremely technical."

"You may have a point there Ms E. IT does seem to have a certain Je ne
sais pas about it. But then again, IT still has a long way to go to
even remotely be considered as a real human being."

"Oh I agree 100% Ms M, this THING must be a simple prototype. I mean, for
goodness sakes, IT doesn't even have any hair on IT's head."

Both women started to laugh and point at the head of the misty downcast
eyes of Beth as they both reached for a drink from the tray.

"But you know something Ms M. This THING does seem to remind me of someone
but I just can not remember who. Do you have any idea's Ms M?"

Mary stepped forward real close to Beth and eyed her like a criminal in a
line up. Except this eye witness was grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes I do remember someone with these limited identifiable facial
features. But it is so very difficult though, what with IT being so
utterly void of any unique human characteristic and all Ms E."

"Oh dear me yes Ms M, but then IT is supposed to be a sex doll and
everyone knows the only thing important in a sex doll are the naughty
bits. Right Ms M?"

"Oh definitely Ms E! I couldn't agree with you more. And this THING is
testimony to that fact. Her mouth and lips seem so big and full like it
could suck an elephant through a fire hose. And look at those breasts, my
word Ms E, they are gigantic almost bovine. And IT's nipples look so hard
and erect, they could easily be used as weapons to poke someone's eye
out."

"Oh goodness sakes yes Ms M. And look at that ugly pussy. Mercy me! It
appears to be sopping wet just as we speak. I bet you it could even take
anything from a stray dog to a full grown horse in that slippery fuck hole
IT has Ms M."

"Oh! Ms E, I think I know who this THING looks like."

"Pray tell Ms M, please share with me."

"Remember a day or so ago Ms E, we arrested that prostitute?"

"Oh Ms M, we have arrested so many street whores I have a hard time
remembering one from another. They all look and act so dumb and trampy."

"She was the one in the pink latex dress. The one we used that new
silencer on and couldn't get it off. Does that ring a bell Ms E?"

"Oh yes it does Ms M. Now I remember. She was so stupid that one. She
would be hard press to put two intelligent words together to make a
sentence, let alone conceive a coherent though. Now I see what you mean.
Her udders and sex hole do look familiar. But it's so hard to see her face
in this THING though Ms M."

"True Ms E. IT could be modeled after her, and then, maybe not. Oh well,
IT really doesn't matter."

"I agree Ms M. This THING does not matter at all. Shall we send IT away
now Ms M?"

"Yes, I believe so. This THING's obscene appearance is beginning to offend
my cardinal morality Ms E."

"Me too Ms M. Go away now dolly. We have our drinks and have no further
use for a lifeless perverted little sex toy like you anymore."

Both policewomen turned their back on Beth. Echo's of laughter were coming
from their private conversation as they walked away.

Beth curtsey, turned and walked away too. Her outside demeanor did not
change. But inside she felt totally crushed and lost. She was acting out
of habit now, thanks to Tonya's training. Otherwise, she would have run
away and cried her eyes out.

As Beth circulated amongst the guest she came upon someone that almost
caused her to drop her tray. From her periphery vision she saw Patricia.
Her mouth dropped open as she stood in numbing surprise at seeing her best
friend in college here at the party. Thoughts of how, and why, and who did
it were running through her head. Who could have possibly known about her?
And what's more, who hated her enough to bring her here and bare witness
to her own public humiliation and ridicule.

"Is there a problem pet?" Katherin stepped up close behind her and
whispers in her ear.

"Aaa, ummm, no, No Mistress there is no problem. B was just surprised to
see that woman over there." And she nodded her bald doily crowned head in
the direction of Patricia.

Katherin looked over and acknowledge to Beth the woman's presents. "Oh
her, I do not know who she is, but she came with Christine. Christine
called me and asked if she could bring a friend with her. Are you
surprised by her presents pet?"

Surprised was an understatement. Beth was utterly shocked and terrified
to the bone with fear. 'Damn that bitch Christine. She must really hate me
to bring Patricia with her like this.' she thought to herself. "umm, yes
Mistress, B is very surprised to see her here."

Katherin put her hands on Beth's shoulders and began to rub them as though
trying to tell her she felt empathy for her situation. "Is there going to
be a problem pet?" Katherin again whispered in her ear.

Beth wanted to scream YES, get me or her out of here, now! But the
combination of Beth's rising submissive streak and seeing how close she
was in ending this charade once and for all gave her the courage to answer
back "No Mistress, this is not going to be a problem."

Katherin smiled and kissed her on the cheek. She then said in a thoughtful
voice "I'm glad to hear that pet. Just remember what Tonya taught you and
everything will work out fine. Now go pet, be the best serving wench you
can and make me proud of you." Katherin then gave Beth a slight pat on her
still redden butt and sent her off to greet Patricia.

Beth did her routine for Patricia, thankful for having to keep her eyes
looking down as part of the process. She felt if she looked into the eyes
of her best college friend she would just fall apart and ruin everything.

Like her peers from work, Patricia was also understandably taken aback at
the sight of Beth's exotic appearance. But Patricia was known for her
strong inner and outer strength, So she was able to take a drink from
Beth's tray without freaking out. At first Patricia did not recognize Beth
to which Beth was ready to sigh with relief and then wonder off, But then
Patricia said one word, "Beth?" And Beth's heart sank to the pit of her
stomach.

What could Beth do? Run away? Throw her serving tray down and hug Patricia
for all she was worth? She wanted to do both, but not without dire
consequences for all who have been so loyal to Katherin's plan so far.
All she could do was put her Beth "self" on a back burner and take on the
identity of B in it's hideous entirety.

"Yes Mistress Patricia, B, the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress
Katherin is also know as Beth. Is there anything that slave B can do for
you Mistress Patricia?"

Beth did not have to look at Patricia to see how confused she was. They
were the best of friends in college, more like sisters in fact. They knew
each other as good as they knew themselves. Many times they would think so
much alike that they were able to finish one another's sentences. If one
was in trouble the other was right there to help. And if something good
happened to one, the other celebrated her good fortune too without
jealousy or ill will. That is why Beth did not have to ask what Patricia
was feeling, she already knew.

"Ok Beth, I know you, what gives? This is a joke, right? A pretty far
out one at that, what, with that shiny dome of yours, but it is still all
a joke. Right?"

Oh how Beth wanted to tell her friend why she was doing this. How she was
being forced into doing this because of Paul. In fact, she was thinking
about doing that same thing. They were on the outside of the party. No one
was around except the two of them. It would only take a few seconds to
enlighten Patricia that this was all part of a secret plan. That there was
a reason for her appeared madness. And if she would play along then she
could tell her the entire humiliating story later when she was safely in
California. Beth knew Patricia was smart enough to catch on real quick and
to follow her lead sort of speak. They were truly that close to one
another.

But just as Beth was about to confide in Patricia, a second pair of shoes
walked into her down cast vision. Men's shoes belonging to Paul.

Beth shut her eyes closed. When will she ever get a break? She couldn't
tell Patricia now, not with Paul standing right there beside her. All she
could do was to continue playing her role the best she could.

"No Mistress Patricia, this is not a joke. B is really the lesbian bimbo
slave girl of Mistress Katherin. B has found her true destiny in life
Mistress Patricia. B had always felt like she was living a lie, even with
you Mistress. Deep down B wanted to love a woman, a dominant woman like
Mistress Katherin. B feels so free and happy now as a mindless sex toy. No
desire, no identity, no needs except to make Mistress Katherin happy. That
is the reason for this bonding ceremony tonight. To make it as official as
possible that B belongs to Mistress Katherin in all that she is, in heart,
in mind and in soul. B, or as you once knew her by the name of Beth, is
truly happy being an owned piece of property, a sex slave of Mistress
Katherins'. And B hopes Mistress Patricia will accept that fact and wish
them both all the luck and love in the world in their life long
relationship of Mistress and slave."

Beth was fighting off tears of great remorse. Not from the fact that she
was degrading and humiliating herself in becoming someone's slave and sex
toy. But from the fact that she lied to her best, most trusted friend in
the entire world. All the negative things that had happened to her up to
this point would in no way equal the deep heart breaking regret and shame
for having to lie to her lifelong best friend. All she could do was stand
there in silence and wait for Patricia to say something. And knowing her
as well as she did, she knew exactly what she was going to say too.

"I . . . I don't know Beth. But I do know YOU Beth, know you very well
indeed. But I also heard what you said, and the way you said it. To say
that I am confused is just the tip of the iceberg. But I do care about you
Beth. You are my best friend. And I do wish you the best this world can
give you. If this is what you truly and dearly want out of life, . . .
then I am happy for you. I am very happy for you Beth, I mean, B. And I do
wish you all the luck and love in the world for you and your . . . ..
Mistress." Patricia then moved to Beth and kissed her on her cheek.

Beth was heart sick. It took all her strength to keep smiling, curtsy to
Patricia and then turn and walk away. And this was the only time she did
not hear laughter when she walked away from someone at the party.

'Oh my dear sweet friend Patricia', Beth said to herself as a single tear
rolled down her cheek as she remember this part of the party with deep
sorrow. She kept telling herself it was far too late to do anything about
it. But once she was free in California she would move heaven and earth to
find Patricia again, and tell her why she acted so strangely. And why she
had to lie to her. She knew that Patricia would forgive her lying to her.
Then the two would have a long laugh together and catch up on old times.
The two loved one another so much that anything could be forgiven.

Beth's mind then turned to Christine and a wave of hot anger flowed
through her like molten steel. Christine, now that was a person she will
never forgive. Never forgive her for bringing Patricia to the party and
never forgive her for what she did and said to her at the party either.
NEVER!


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Part 11 coming soon

Beth serves her other "friend" at the party, Christine!