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 12)

 

Beth sighed, a little one, for the straps that bound her tightly to the
pole would tolerate no other. The end was near. Her humiliating performance
as kinky serving wench was over with. All that remained of this waking
nightmare was the bonding ceremony, and soon that too will be over. Then,
fate will smile upon her. Paul will be out of her life, for good. She will
have that executive position on the west coast like she dreamed of. And her
old life, her true identity, will once more be hers. Freedom, one never
knows how precious something is until they loose it.

Her mind drifted back to the party. Right after her embarrassing spectacle
with that bitch Christine, Katherin walked up to her and said, "It is time
B."

Beth was to leave the party, go to the next room and be prepared by Tonya
for the final act. She was glad her duties as serving wench was at an end,
but she did not relish what was to happen next. Katherin told her it would
be necessary and Beth believed her. She also reasoned that in the final
analysis, it was a small price to pay for such a grand future that awaited
her. So, she agreed to the bonding ceremony, even though it made her
stomach turn in disgust just thinking about it. Maybe it was a good idea
for her to be bound and gagged to the pole after all, considering what was
to be done to her.

When she entered the room Tonya greeted her with the usual hug and long
sensuous kiss. By now it was totally acceptable for her to freely accept
and give a french kiss to another woman without distaste.

After the intimate contact Tonya told her to completely undress. She felt
relieved to finally shed her bizarre and distressing uniform. The
embarrassment she will soon feel from being seen completely naked before all
the guests was small compensation in order to alleviate the constant ache
from her tight corset and leg cramping shoes. And if she was to appear nude
before the guests, then so be it. Besides, her former serving wench uniform
left nothing to the imagination anyway.

So Beth removed her latex costume including the doily maid's cap from her
bald head and neatly placed them off to the side. Oh her body felt so good
not being compressed at the waist like some insect or having to walk
virtually on her toes to move about. But her happiness was short lived for
she knew what soon awaited her.

Tonya told her to stand with her back up against the wooden pole. She then
gently pulled Beth's arms behind the post and fasten them together at
wrists and elbows with a couple of leather straps, making the latter almost
touch. This position made Beth a bit anxious. For it not only pulled her
shoulders uncomfortably back and forced her spine hard into the post, but
it also caused her to thrust her beautiful full breasts out in front of her
like twin torpedoes. Once more she was forced to flaunt her female sexuality
like a common street slut.

Next, Tonya told her to spread her legs wide. Two leather cuffs mounted on
a horizontal cross member were fasten to just above Beth's ankles keeping
her legs stretched far apart. Then Tonya used a series of straps to circle
Beth's torso and the post. Each one was pulled extra tight through their
corresponding roller buckles and fastened securely behind the pole. The
effect was to hold Beth's body firmly to the post without allowing her the
slightest twitch. Her smooth, supple, feminine flesh seemed to bulge
seductively over the edges of the black leather straps. One particular area
of erotic attraction was her prominent breasts being made more conspicuous
with the black leather that ran above and below them so dramatically.

A final wide strap was threaded in an ominous way around Beth's lower
torso. The buckle end was placed behind the post in a kind of fixed point
of reference, about buttocks level. The other end snaked around the outside
of her right hip and over her thigh. It coiled around her leg, between it
and the post, and then back behind the post. It continued it's slithering
path around the post and out the other side between the post and her other
inner thigh. Then it circled around her left upper leg and back behind the
post again. There it was finally threaded through the roller buckle from
which it started and fasten there in.

Tonya played with this one strap for quite awhile making sure it was at the
proper level and evenly tightened through out it's entire figure eight like
travel. The whole idea of this one strap was two fold. First, it caused
Beth's butt, hips and upper legs to be solidly bound to the pole, allowing
absolutely no movement of her bulging voluptuous flesh. The second part was
to help keep her tender inner thighs pulled back and away from her shaven
pussy. Tonya wanted Beth's tits and pussy to be seen in startling clarity
by all the party guests.

When the spider woman finished cocooning Beth to the pole she couldn't help
but play with her captured prey like a demon cat with it's defenseless
mouse. Beth was totally helpless to do anything. Oh her mouth was free to
voice an opposing opinion or two, but she was afraid to. She did not wish
to anger Tonya in anyway. Not the woman who was to perform the bonding
ritual itself on her. A ritual that Tonya could make even more painful then
it obviously will be. So Beth let Tonya have her way with her, like it or
not.

Beth continued to keep her eyes looking down. In part, because it didn't
feel right to look into Tonya's face anymore. But mostly because she dared
not look into Tonya's eyes. For she knew her current damsel in distress
situation made Tonya incredibly aroused. And she had once before tasted
Tonya's seductive powers under similar conditions and almost made the worst
mistake in her life. Fate saved her that time and she would not temp fate
again.

Tonya was like a kid in a candy store. You could see it in her eyes. The
heighten excited state, the eagerness to try every delicious treat that was
laid prostrated before her. And the faint look of indecision as to which
luscious delicacy to try first.

She loved to play with the fullness of Beth's projecting breasts. Her light
skinned palms rubbing all over Beth's well endowed plumpness. Then grasping
and squeezing them tightly as her dark delicate fingers buried themselves
into Beth's soft, creamy, flesh. Tonya's own famished erotic desires caused
Beth to open her mouth and softly coo with delight too.

Tonya was an artist in manipulating a woman's breasts. She used her finger
tips to lightly touch and soothingly circle the darken areolas of her
bound quarry. And Beth felt a sensuous tickle that seemed so spine tingling
pleasing to her trembling soul.

With such loving attention Tonya never seen a nipple that did not respond
in kind. And so did Beth's. Hers blossomed into blood engorged sensitive
hard knobs beckoning to be toiled with by Tonya's expert hand. But this
time Tonya used her full luscious lips and whip like tongue on them which
only increased Beth's physical enjoyment a hundred fold. While her moral
inner self was crying and pleading for Tonya to stop.

A single tear ran down Beth's cheek when Tonya turned her well learned
powers of eroticism to her pussy. The tear was formed from a combination of
demeaning shame and a ravenous need to cum. Beth felt so helpless, so horny
and so confused in response to what Tonya was doing to her. And Tonya knew
exactly how to spark the delicious animal cravings between the legs of
another woman, especially when that woman didn't want to. And in Beth's
case, her desire not too was only a token gesture at this point.

Beth closed her eyes tightly as a long soft moan of lingering pleasure
followed Tonya's intimate massage. The way Tonya's fingers expertly cuddled
Beth's pussy was making her purr like a petted house cat on the lap of her
affectionate Mistress.

When Tonya slipped her finger into Beth's wet pussy Beth let out a
surprised gasp of joy. She could not help herself. Her body wanted it,
needed it, craved for it. Each time Tonya's finger thrust deeper into
Beth's dripping pussy she let out a pleading groan for more. And when Tonya
began rubbing her thumb in small circles around Beth's hooded nub her mouth
gaped open in silence as the simple act of breathing was temporary put on
hold.

Faster and faster Tonya's fingers worked their magic as Beth began her
orgasmic ride to ecstasy. Tonya did not let up this time. She pushed it,
pushed Beth, more and more. Her other hand grasping and squeezing Beth's
breast like a wild woman. Her mouth, lips, and tongue devouring Beth's
other breast like a dog with a fresh soup bone.

Beth tried to catch her breath, but the straps would not let her. Her body
strained for release, but her bonds held her fast. She tried to tell Tonya
to stop, but her body's cravings overrode her mind's censorship. Beth was
lost. She was helpless to the will of Tonya and the insatiable cravings of
the flesh. All she could do was to ride the wave to glory. And in a single
moment of eternal bliss, Beth had her orgasm.

When Tonya felt Beth's climax, she slowly stopped her erotic assault and
then stepped back. Such effort took allot out of Tonya especially since she
enjoyed it so much herself. She took a few seconds to catch her breath and
just stare. She looked upon Beth like a vampire after having her first
blood feeding frenzy. And at that moment she envied Katherin's good luck.

She stepped back up to her captive and began coating her prey's panting
lips with the wetness from Beth's own recently orgasmic pussy.

Beth was trying to recover. She never had such an intense orgasm like that
before, and was a bit slow in regaining her energy and awareness back. She
felt something moist on her lips and began using her tongue to lap it up.
She could sense a vague aroma and taste that seemed very pleasing to her.
She felt something gently being pushed into her mouth and this too had that
same appealing flavor. She accepted it and eagerly sucked and licked every
bit of it that was presented to her. It wasn't until she cleaned all of
Tonya's fingers from her own cum juice that she realized what she had just
done. But somehow, it didn't bother her like she though it should.

Tonya took Beth's face in her hands and looked smilingly upon her. Beth
kept her eyes closed as she relaxed into Tonya's gentle caress. Tonya's
fetish for bald headed women excited her so much that she couldn't keep her
hands off of her. Beth was feeling to good and just didn't care what Tonya
did to her anymore. She was still riding the high she experienced from her
most wonderful orgasm ever.

Tonya gave Beth one last intimate kiss. She too liked the taste of Beth's
sweet nectar that lingered in her succulent prey's mouth. She slowly broke
the kiss and after a few quick little pecks she gently caressed the side of
her face and walked away. Beth was all primed and ready now for the bonding
ceremony to begin.

Beth awakened from her memories as she heard the party guests begin to
enter the room. She kept her standard submissive pose of head up and eyes
down. Again, she found it better not to look into the eyes of those she
once knew during this next bizarre and humiliating event.

As the people entered and seen Beth they were again surprised by her
restrained, prostrated, nude form. All except Christine and those two lady
cops. They positively gleamed with excitement. Beth even though she heard
some giggling and out right laughter coming from the direction of those two
off duty policewomen. She could hear Katherin and Tonya talking with the
guest, more like pacify them as to the "why" of it all. They even directed
them to the table where the display was, to help relieve their fears.

Beth never knew of the display until she was totally fastened to the pole.
But from what she could see of it, it looked as if it was some sort of a
shrine. A collection of pictures and papers associated with her willingness
in becoming the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherin. There were
pictures of Beth getting the makeover that turned her from a beautiful
brunette into a sexy blonde. Pictures of her as the smiling sexy office
bimbo secretary, including when she was told to dance and pose seductively
in Katherin's office during lunch. There were more pictures of her and
Katherin at home, sensuous, erotic ones. Ones with the two smiling and
kissing one another. And of them touching one another, and playing sexually
with one another.

There were pictures of Beth in all sorts of fetish clothes and bondage.
These pictures always showed her in a kind of willing submissive pose to
Katherin's benign dominating persona. Like the one with Katherin sitting in
a chair reading a magazine and Beth kneeling along side of her, dressed in
pink rubber, and bound and gagged with leather. It showed her with the side
of her head resting on Katherin's leg and Katherin's hand petting her head
like a loving pet.

There were more pictures too. Those of Beth getting her head shaved. Of
Beth posing seductively in her new Mohawk, playing with her pussy and
breasts. And then the coup d'etat, a completely bald headed Beth in a warm
heartfelt hug and kiss with Katherin. She looked so tremendously thankful
in that one. Even with the lost of her feminine pride and joy.

Along with those pictures Beth could see some papers blatantly exhibited
for anyone who cared to read them. She surmised that two of them were the
legal documents she was forced to sign attesting to her lesbianism and
giving Katherin power of attorney. The third and now fourth document were
still a mystery to her.

The purpose of the display was obvious. It was there to help even the most
skeptical of the guest come to believe that Beth was, and still is, a
willing participant in her downward spiral to becoming a mer sex object and
owned slave to a Ms Katherin Sloan. A display that was primarily for the
obstinate and heretic Paul. An unbeliever who was so thoroughly confused
by now that the bonding ritual will no doubt push him over the edge and
Beth to her dreamed destiny in California.

Katherin walked up beside Beth and whispered in her ear. "This is the final
part of the plan B. After this, Paul will be nothing more than a bad memory
and you will be able to become the woman of your dreams. Are you ready
Beth?"

Beth swallowed hard and whispered back to Katherin, "Yes Mistress, B thinks
so. B is so very scared, but B is determined to see this through." Beth
forced a smile and quickly looked up and into the eyes of her mentor and
friend, and said, "Thank you, so very, VERY much for being there for me
Katherin." And a little tear formed at the corner of her eye.

Katherin smiled back, wiped the single tear away and affectionately stroked
her bald head. She kissed Beth on the cheek and in a hushed voice said, "Ok
my lesbian bimbo slave girl, let's get on with the show."

Katherin nodded to Tonya who then direct the guest to where Beth was bound
like a sacrificial lamb. Once the guests were crowded into position she
began her presentation. "Guests, we are gathered here this evening to
witness the ceremonial bonding of Mistress Katherin Sloan to her slave girl
B."

Tonya's sermon was patterned after the standard wedding ceremony that
united a man and women in holy matrimony. Only in their case it was geared
for two lesbians who also lived as Mistress and slave. Beth was impressed
by the heartfelt liturgy of Tonya. It reflected a warm, caring and
endearing love between two people who just happened to be female and who
just happened to be into a Dominant and submissive lifestyle. As Tonya
continued to speak Beth though she heard a woman sniffle. How strange she
though. But then again, this entire state of affairs was totally off the
wall to begin with.

Then she heard her cue and got ready. Tonya looked at Beth and asked her
"Do you Beth take Mistress Katherin as your eternal soulmate, to love,
cherish, submit yourself completely to, to obey without question in all
that she may command, and to be the willing slave of hers for as long as
you both may live?"

Beth took a moment as the words of Tonya sank into her psyche and as her
mantra was echoing in the back of her mind. She took a restrained deep
breath and said in a clear audible voice "B does Mistress Tonya."

Tonya again asked Beth "Do you Beth willingly consent and partake in this
ritual bonding ceremony as a symbolic expression of your love and devotion
to your owner, Mistress Katherin?"

Beth flexed her firmly bound body in reaction to what saying yes to that
question really implied. But again she found the strength to say "B does
Mistress Tonya."

"Will Mistress Katherin finish preparing her slave so the bonding ceremony
may continue."

Katherin nodded her head in confirmation as Tonya walked off to the side to
acquire her needed equipment.

Katherin stepped behind Beth and proceeded to wrap a wide leather strap
around Beth's forehead and the post. She snug the leather up and buckled
it in place. Beth's head was now fixed firmly to the post just like the
rest of her inert body.

Next, Katherin stood in front of Beth holding a much larger nerf ball then
Beth was accustomed to. Katherin held it up to Beth's lips and whispered to
her "be strong, be brave, be courageous my sweet."

Katherin was letting Beth know that she was pulling for her. That it will
all soon be over with. One last act of depravity and life, her life will be
completely different from there on.

Beth wet her lips. Even though that nerf ball was nothing more than a
sponge, it never-the-less was a BIG sponge. She was a bit hesitant in
opening her mouth, but when the softness of the sponge touched her lips she
did her best to open her mouth as wide as possible to receive every bit of
that damnable ball to which she had come to hate with a passion. Thank
goodness this will be the last time she will ever have that thing in her
mouth again.

Katherin was gentle in pushing that sponge gag into her willing slave's
mouth. She methodically kept pushing the top of the ball back into the
upper part of Beth's mouth, almost trying to slowly roll that ball deeply
into the limited space before it. It didn't take long for it to completely
fill Beth's orifice to capacity, but only half of it was inside of her.
Katherin had to be more determined in getting the rest of it in. She began
pushing the sides of the spongy ball into the fleshy cheek area, forcing it
behind the tender corners of her distressed pet's stretched lips. She even
went back to forcing the center of the ball back hard into her slave's
mouth until Beth began to close her eyes tightly from the pressure and pain
of having her jaws stretch abnormally wide.

At long last Katherin stopped her aggressive packing. But there was still a
noticeable bulge sticking out of Beth's now ballooned orifice. Once again
Katherin stepped behind Beth, picked up a slightly narrow strap and placed
it across the center of the bulging ball. She wrapped it around Beth's head
and post, threaded it through the roller buckle, and tighten it firmly in
place. The strap forced whatever remained outside of Beth's mouth inside
and added another level of torment to Beth's already stressed out
condition. Any sound of misery, mercy or out right pain was now dampen out
to a barely audible moan or whine. The sponge that stretched Beth's mouth
and lips to almost beyond human endurance was also a very effective
silencer too.

Beth heard Tonya roll up a cart beside her, but before she could focus on
the shiny metal instruments that were on it her eyes were covered by a soft
black silky cloth. Katherin finished Beth's preparation with a blindfold
around her head and post.

Beth was now ready. If she had second thoughts it was too late. She could
not voice her concerns because her mouth exploding gag prevented it. She
could not physically get away because she was strapped tightly to a heavy
wooden post. And she could not beseech others to intervene on her behalf
with tormented and pleading eyes because they were now covered in darkness.
All that was left to her was her hearing and sense of touch. And they only
added to her anxiety as foretellers of what was to come.

The first thing Beth sensed was how quiet it was. Not a single voice,
whisper or nervous twitch could she hear from anyone. Then she heard the
sound of metal, the instruments being moved on the cart by Tonya. She
jumped and squealed from the surprise coldness of the wet substance that
was brush around her left nipple area. But the guests only saw a minor
twitch and hardly heard a faint groan from poor Beth.

Beth's nose quickly picked up the scent of rubbing alcohol, a disinfectant.
And it's coolness seemed to get even colder as it quickly dried from her
hard nipple and soft pale skin. She felt something grasp the tip of her
nipple and then pull it forward. It was a bit hurtful at first, but then
she felt a much stronger, sharper pain that made her scream and contort in
excruciating agony. And this too was greatly smother down into merger
insignificance by her bond and gag state.

The guests on the other hand, made noticeable distressing sounds themselves
from simply watching Tonya as she slowly skewered Beth's nipple with a
long, shiny, pointed needle.

More was done to her nipple, but Beth was too focused on the pain to be
even vaguely aware of an opened golden ring being threaded through her
recently pierced nipple. However, she was aware when the pain in her nipple
began to fade away after some sort of salve was applied and worked into the
filled hole.

As the pain turned into discomfort Beth again felt the cold alcohol being
swabbed around her right nipple. Beth couldn't take it any more. She had
reached her limit. And she wanted it to end NOW! She tried to yell through
her gag, to plead, to beg Tonya to stop! But again, nothing was heard of
any significance. In fact, what was heard sounded a bit pleasing to the
ear. As if Beth was showing to everyone how much of a masochist she really
was.

Again she felt the pinch, the pull and the sharp pain of the needle being
forced through her hard sensitive nipple. A few more tugs, more salve, and
viola! Both nipples had matching sets of open golden rings handing down
from them. And poor Beth was so grateful that the pain was slowly
dissipating into something more manageable that she completely fell into a
fatigued calmness.

At last it was done. The hardest, most painful part of this ritual was done
and over with. Beth reflected on how truly necessary it was for her to be
bound and gagged like she was. Otherwise, she would never have gone through
with it a second time. The pain was just too . . .

Beth felt the cold alcohol being swabbed up against her pussy lips. 'What
was going on?' Beth thought to herself. Why was Tonya disinfecting her
labia lips? Surely she wasn't going to . . . "AHHHH" came the muffled cry
of Beth through her gag as Tonya pierced and opened ringed her left labia
lip.

Beth yelled, screamed and fought with all her might, but any outward sign
was totally ignored by the mouth gapping, bug eyed, staring guests.

This was not right! Katherin told her only her nipples would be pierced and
ringed, not her pussy too. What was going on here? Does Katherin know about
this?  Is Tonya doing it on her own?  Why are they doing this to her? This
is not suppose to happen . . . "AHHHHHHH!!!" Again, Beth instinctive
painful recoil went unnoticed as her right pussy lip was pierced and open
ringed along side it's mate.

Beth quickly became aware that her blindfold was being removed when the
room light struck her in the eyes. In front of her stepped Katherin, wiping
her cheeks from her tears. Beth cast her eyes up at Katherin with a deeply
hurt and pathetic gaze as if asking the question "why?".

Katherin kissed her on her bloated cheek and whispered "It's over Beth.
Your ordeal is now all over with. I will tell you more later, the "why" of
it all. Be brave my dearest. It's all down hill for you from now on." She
then kissed Beth again on her bald head and stepped to the side waiting for
Tonya to continue the ceremonial rite.

Beth tried not to cry anymore, to stay in character and more so because she
did not want to chock from being gagged so harshly. She just cast her eyes
down like a good little pierced slave girl, playing her part to the bitter
end. What else could she do?

Tonya directed her words to Katherin now. "Do you Katherin Sloan pledge to
take Beth Jensen as your eternal soulmate. To love and cherish her as long
as you both shall live?"

Katherin replied, "I do, and I symbolically express this pledge by the
closing of my soulmate's nipple rings." A clear distinct click was heard as
each of the opened golden rings were now locked close around Beth's mildly
throbbing nipples.

"And do you Mistress Katherin promise to dominate, to humble, and to use in
whatever capacity you choose to use your slave B in, for as long as you
both shall live?"

"I do, and I symbolically express that promise by the closing of my slave's
labia rings." Another clear distinct click was heard as Mistress Katherin
closed the open rings that were now locked onto Beth's tender pierced
pussy.

"I now pronounce you, Mistress and slave." and then Tonya raised her drink
in a toast "To the new couple, much happiness, love and long life!" The
rest of the guest slowly raised their glasses too and wish the new D/s
couple the very best.

Katherin stood in front of Beth and began shaking hands and hugging bodies
of those guests who personally congratulated her and her new slave girl.
Beth just remained as she was, bound, gagged and now ringed in passive,
silent, complacency.  No one came up to her and wish her luck. It was as if
all of a sudden she became nothing more than a piece of furniture, as
Katherin became the designated couples recipient to all the kudos and best
wishes.

Beth seen from her peripheral vision that before the guest's left they were
ushered by Tonya to the shrine and asked to sign a piece of paper, the
fourth document, as if it was a guest book or something. It wasn't long
before only a few people were left. Patricia, her best friend in the world,
had already left after signing the paper. Beth watched her leave in a
solemn mood wiping several tears from her face. She pledged herself to
contact her dearest friend as soon as possible and tell her why she had to
go through such an outrageous thing like this.

The two lady cops were all giggles as they signed the paper. Many times in
the process they would look at her, point and make some humorous comment
that Beth could not hear, thank goodness. They left the room in a jovial
mood as they continued their comedy routine right out the door. Beth was
glad to see them go, another obstacle was now behind her.

All of a sudden she seen a pair of familiar women shoes at her feet. That
bitch Christine was back to taunt her one last time. Beth kept her eyes
looking down. There was nothing Christine could do or say that would take
her out of her role now, it was all down hill for her just like Katherin
said.

"My goodness slave, you keep on surprising me. The first time, when you
were that blonde bimbo street whore. The second, when you were that
sexually frustrate exhibitionist of a serving wench. And now, as a . . .
mercy me, I don't even know how to describe you now. Perhaps that phrase
you used to describe yourself is quite apropos now. Your the lesbian bimbo
slave girl of Mistress Katherin.

"Pity, I am so sad to see the Beth I knew no longer exists in you. I had so
many ideas to humiliate you, to degrade you until you cried and beg for my
forgiveness. But now, all I see is a bizarre object of depraved sexual
indifference. It is such a . . .  hmmmmm, I wonder? It is worth a chance."

Christine walked up close to Beth until Beth could smell the alcohol on
her breath. Then Christine began to talk in a low hushed voice. "Slave B,
did you know that it was all Katherin's idea for you to sign those three
documents before the judge? I had nothing to do with it. I was all ready to
let you go free after spanking that fat ass of yours. It was all Katherin's
idea to force you to sign those papers, not mine. Did you know that, Beth?"

Beth immediately looked up and into the eyes of her nemesis. She was lying!
Katherin would never do that to her. She would never lie to her. She
trusted Katherin, explicitly! Next to Patricia, Katherin is the most
dearest and loyalist friend in the whole world to her. That bitch Christine
had to be lying. Just at that point Beth caught herself angrily staring up
at Christine and instantly shifted her gaze back down.

"Ah HA! I seen it in your eyes, BETH! You are still there after all. Maybe
not completely. But you are certainly not the soulless fuck toy you make
yourself out to be. Maybe there is enough of you left for me to reek my
vengeance on after all. Not now of course. But later, yes, much later. In
California perhaps. I can visit for the weekend and babysitting you while
Katherin is away. Yes, that does sound nice. All that lovely California
sunshine, me, YOU, and a sadistic itch I need so desperately to scratch you
with. Mmmmm, the thought of it makes my mouth water."

Christine brought her head real close to Beth's and kissed her on the nose.
"Thank you my dearest friend Beth. You made me a very happy woman. And you
will make me even happier once I put a whip to your hateful ass. But that
will come in time, once you and Katherin are settled in California. Then I
will visit you and we will play. We will have a lot of fun together, I
promise you! Good-bye now Beth. And best wishes on your new lifestyle."

Christine kissed Beth on her nose again and said "Until we meet again Beth,
I'll be thinking of you, constantly." She smiled and walked away, giggling.
She went to the guest book and signed her name. She was about to walk out
of the room when she stopped, looked at Beth and blew her a kiss. She then
walked out of the room, laughing with malicious intent.

Beth thought to herself what a lying piece of crap that Christine was.
Katherin would never do that to her. And when she does come out to
California for her revenge, it will be Christine who will be on the painful
end of that whip, not her. Christine will wish to God she never came out to
California by the time Beth was done with that bitch. She promised!

While Beth was in the throne's of creative contemplation, a pair of men's
shoes walked up to and into her field of vision. It was Paul! This was it!
Now or never. She will play the docile ringed slave girl for all she's
worth.

"I . . . I am sorry Beth, I mean, slave B. Here I though the two of you
were just pretending, to get rid of me. But now I see, I . . . I see you
not as Beth, but as . . . oh God it makes me so sad and sick to look at you
like this. What you have done to yourself. What you have turned yourself
into. I could never . . . I mean, you're no longer the girl I wanted to
marry, to bear my children and spend the rest of my life with. You changed
so much! Your no longer the woman I loved. I don't even know who you are
any more so how could I ever love a . . . woman, a . . . thing like you. I
promise, I won't bother you anymore. I can see it now. You really don't
love me. You don't want me in your life any more, ever. So, good luck to
you, slave B. I hope the two of your are very happy together."

That was it! The plan worked! After all she'd been through and had to put
up with. The humiliation, the lesbian sex acts, the bondage, the scalping
of her beautiful hair, the degrading pictures, the legal documents
identifying her as something she was not. It all paid off! Paul was out of
her life, forever. It worked!

Beth was so happy she was shouting and jumping for joy. Again, she was
thankful for being bound and gagged else her enthusiasm would have given her
away. Her prominent future in California was now a reality. Life was good,
life is beautiful! Life, her life was all hers once more.

Then Katherin walked up along side of Paul. She said in a clear voice of
pride "Well Paul, do you believe us now? Can you see that Beth is no longer
the girl you though she was? That she belongs to me, and only to me, as my
property, as my slave. Can you really believe it now Paul?"

"I . . . I would never have believe it if I didn't see it for myself. To
watch it happen every step of the way. How you turned a vibrant,
intelligent, and autonomous woman like Beth into your very own lesbian
bimbo slave girl was quite an experience for me, auntie Katherin."

"Don't be so modest, I could never have done it without you nephew." And
Katherin hug and kiss Paul on the cheek. The two of them in a state of
happy accomplishment.

Beth was confused. Did she hear right? Auntie Katherin and nephew Paul?  How
could this be? How could they be related, be so happy with themselves, with
each other? What about the plan? It was suppose to get rid of Paul, her
nephew? No, this has to be a joke. But how could Paul be in on the joke
too? Unless . . . oh no, Oh my GOD NO! It can't be! Please, let it be a
dream! A horrible, terrible nightmare of a dream. PLEASE!!

Beth looked up and into the sight of Katherin and Paul hugging, smiling and
giggling at her. Beth was beginning to believe it was true, all so
deviously true as her eyes began to tear up with devastate horror and
sorrow.

"Ok nephew, enough of these congratulatory acknowledgments. It is time for
you to go and leave me with my brand new slave girl. I need to explain a
few things to her and you need to get on with your life. Here is an
envelope in compensation for your part in the plan. Now give your Auntie a
big kiss on the cheek and go."

Beth watched as Paul did just that, thanking her generously for the gift
and then walking away.

"Oh nephew, don't forget to sign the paper stating you were a witness to
the bonding ceremony and Beth's total willingness in becoming my slave girl
like everyone else."

Beth watched as Katherin's nephew Paul looked back and waved in
confirmation. A few minutes later he was gone too, just like the rest.

A moment later Tonya walked up beside Katherin. She put her arms around her
and gave her a long sensuous kiss. Beth closed her eyes in disbelief. It
was all so obvious to her now. That Tonya was in league with Katherin. Was
there no end to this conspiracy of betrayal?

"So, does she know yet my love?" Tonya causally asked Katherin while
smiling and looking like the Cheshire cat at Beth.

"She knows, but not everything. Why don't you go to bed and I'll be in as
soon as I tell her the whole story."

"Ok, but don't be too long. I am looking forward to making love to my best
girl friend." With that Tonya gave Katherin one quick kiss and a squeeze
and patted her on the ass before leaving.

As the spider woman turned and began to walk away Katherin immediately
grabbed her arm pulled her assertively back to her, their bodies actually
bumping into one another. Katherin took Tonya's face in her hands and
kissed her, aggressively and passionately. She jerked Tonya's head back and
then told her, "Now go and put on some pretty white lingerie. You know how
I like contrast in my sex life, my tasty ebony treat." Katherin smiled at
Tonya, twirled her around and pushed her on her way. Tonya move as if she
was walking on clouds. But just before she was out of sight she turned and
told Beth "Pleasant dreams, sweet thing." And then disappeared into
Katherin's bedroom.

Beth was surprise to see so much domineering assertiveness in Katherin,
especially in how it was directed at Tonya. She had come to see how Tonya
and Katherin were very similar in many ways, with Tonya being even a little
more authoritative than Katherin since she was so much into dominance and
submission. But obviously she was wrong there too. She was rapidly finding
out how wrong she was about everything. Katherin was definitely the more
dominant, the more powerful and the more controlling of the two, which only
added to her growing fear and sorrow.

Katherin stepped up to Beth. She began touching her lightly with her
fingers. Soon, the touch turned into a long tender caress. Her long
delicate fingers and soft palms exploring Beth's tightly bound flesh with
an inquisitive eroticism.  Beth wanted nothing to do with this lying bitch.
She tried to move away, but all that happened was for the straps to creek.
It wasn't long before Katherin began to enlighten Beth about her now unique
situation.

"I dare say you believe I owe you an explanation, don't you, PET! However,
you being my slave and I your owner and Mistress now, "I" owe you nothing!
But, I will tell you the "why" of it all, not because of some
sentimentality or weakness on my part for your current poor frightened and
confuse state. I am not that kind of a woman or Mistress, as you will soon
find out. I am going to tell you because it will enlighten you to how
utterly hopeless it is for you now. It will go far better for you if you
accept your destiny as my property, MY SLAVE, then to fight me." Katherin
made a point to glare into the eyes of Beth while pulling on one of her
still throbbing nipple rings while saying those words--MY SLAVE!

Beth closed her eyes tightly as faint moans of pain squealed from her
harshly packed mouth. She felt Katherin release her nipple ring and began
gently stroking her prominent breasts decorated with shiny gold rings.

"It all started that first day you came into my office as my business
assistant and apprentice. When I laid my eyes on you I knew right then and
there I had to have you. Oh yes, I lied about not being a lesbian.
Although, to be politically correct, I am bisexual, but I much prefer
woman, beautiful young sexy woman that I can possess. Just like you pet."
Katherin's hand began flowing down Beth's torso to her hips, ass and pussy.

Beth was far too saturated with fear, despair, and anger, plus, trying to
follow what Katherin was saying to her then to be aware what Katherin was
doing to her body.

"I could have used the direct approach and told you that I found you
attractive and wanted to make love to you. But really pet, I'm not stupid.
I knew there were too many hurtles before me to go that route. The first
being, you are not a lesbian. The second is the age difference, I am almost
twice your age. And the third is that I am as aggressive, controlling, and
passionate in my sex life as I am in my business life. And I surely doubt,
you being the same type of woman I perceived you to be, you would entertain
the thought of being my submissive sex toy in the bedroom. So, I had to
devise a plan, the PLAN as you came to know it. Well, only part of it that
is. The first part of the plan was for you to find it necessary to run away
from something, or one, and the second part was for you to run towards
something, or one, ME!

"That's were my dear sweet nephew Paul comes in. I set up a deal with him
to date you and then become one of those psycho, infatuated, won't take NO
for an answer kind of guys that scare the hell out women. I must say, he
did an excellent job of it too. He will find a little note and a bonus in
his envelope thanking him for being such a charismatic actor and in playing
his part of the plan so passionately. I was so tickled pink the way you
came to me all flustered and in tears because you were at your wits end in
trying to get rid of my nephew. And when I kissed you that first time, my
GOD, it took all my self control not to take you all the way that very
moment. That kiss was the first positive incentive and real confirmation
that I wanted you. It motivated me to go full steam ahead with my desire to
own you.

"At that point, the plan was as I described it to you back then. Make you
appear to be my lesbian lover so Paul would leave you alone. When that
failed, as I planned it would, you became my lesbian bimbo lover, and so on
until you finally became the lesbian bimbo slave girl to my Mistress
Katherin persona. You will never know how incredibly sexually aroused I
became through out this entire project. Watching you, seducing you, molding
you along the way into the present, and permanent, sex slave that you are
today. Many times a day, when I was alone, I found myself masturbating
after I did something to humiliate you, degrade you, transformed you into
my kinky lesbian sex puppet. And each time you tried to rebel and I talked
you out of it, it made me even more aroused, and motivated to make you
mine forever. Oh pet, you were such a tender delicious morsel back then
that many a time I wanted to just gobble you all up right there on the
spot. But I wanted you for all time, and not for that one horny craving
moment. So I remained true to the plan, knowing that soon you will be mine,
forever."

Beth could not believe her ears. Katherin was mad, stark raving mad! She
though Tonya was the insane one and Katherin her savior, mentor and friend.
It is Katherin who is the devil incarnate. Tonya is just her demon
disciple. And here she was, alone, frighten and held captive in the lair of
a crazy woman. A crazy woman that wanted her as a sex slave, a living
breathing dildoe for her own personal use. Katherin was mad all right, but
Beth was totally helpless to do anything about it, except pray.

"I was so amazed at how easy it was to keep you under my thumb pet. Each
time you wanted to call it quits, I talked you out of it. I guess I owe it
all to my extraordinary managerial skills. It was all simple carrot/stick
methodology. Dangle the carrot of a wonderful executive position in
California if you stayed true to your role and the plan. And used the stick
of loosing everything you work so hard for and having to deal with Paul for
the rest of your life if you didn't. It worked out so well that I wondered
if maybe you were acclimating to your role to easily. As if, you possibly
liked it. That's when I decided to add a few more OBSTRUCTIONS besides
Paul, just to see if there might be a part of you that actually wanted to
be dominated.

"I presented the idea for you to have your long beautiful brunette hair cut
short and died blonde. Your feminine pride and joy, the dearest and most
precious part of a woman's unique identity, and you complied, reluctantly.
But you still went through with it. Then I pushed the enveloped and had you
appear in public half naked and without underwear. You willingly followed
my orders with little resistance like a good little slave girl. I even set
up all the conditions for you to be arrested by those two lady cops, who by
the way I paid to have you arrested and taken to the jail house. That
special gag and those ill functioning cuffs were provided by me too. And
then having you experience Tonya and her play toy in that jail cell was not
a random event either pet. Tonya told me how you reacted in that cell to
her rather unusual seductive powers. She is one hell of a woman that Tonya,
and tasty too.

"Christine's presents was a wild card and a total surprise for me. I was
supposed to deal with the lady cops in getting you free. Nothing
outlandish, just more threats of a possible police record if they catch you
there again. I of course would promise the officers to watch you more
closely and see to it that nothing liked that happened again. But, it
didn't work out that way.

"When I heard you two talking in that interrogation room I though it was
all over with. I must say, Christine did have it in for you pet. All I
could do was play it by ear and hope my years of thinking on my feet in the
business world would pay off. And it did! Several times I wanted to either
burst out laughing or take you right there in the room with Christine
watching. But again, I stayed the course. Oh, in case you didn't know, it
was I who came up with the idea of those three documents and having you
sign them in front of a real judge, not Christine. She was all ready to let
you go after she waylaid your ass like she did. But I seen another
opportunity to tighten my grip around your demise and went for it. And it
worked! Maybe you were destined to be mine after all pet." Katherin began
stroking Beth's bald head and kissed her lightly on her nose.

Beth was in shock. Christine was right after all. It wasn't her, it was
Katherin. She closed her eyes and tears ran down her cheeks. She played the
loyal friend to Katherin and was bitterly betrayed. How could she have been
such a blind fool. She was beginning to recognize how bad off she was.

"Oh don't cry pet." Katherin wiped away Beth's tears with a soft frilly
handkerchief. "You know you want this."

Beth opened her eyes wide and glared at Katherin as if to tell her "I most
certainly do NOT, you crazy fucked up bitch!"

Katherin read the look Beth gave her. "Oh, so you continue to deny it.
Well, what about when I suggested that I cut all your hair off, or in
having your nipples and pussy lips pierced? Oh excuse me, I mean JUST your
nipples pierced. Again, I lied about that too. But I knew you wouldn't
mind." Katherin chuckled to herself with that last comment. She knew Beth
might have balked at the suggestion of having both her nipples and pussy
lips pierced. So instead of telling her and getting her consent, Katherin
took advantage of the situation for her own gain.

"Oh yes my pet. There IS a part of you that wants to be dominated, whether
you want to admit it or not. But it is kind of strange though. If you never
met me, you would have probably become a very successful business woman.
You would have married a successful nice man, have a couple of kids, and in
all honesty have a very comfortable and rewarding vanilla life. But you did
meet me and your life has changed because of it.

"Even if the plan WAS as I presented it to you, and Paul left you alone and
you were to come to California with me as my right hand business woman, I
severely doubt you would be able to live a vanilla life after this. Having
gone through all this dominance and submission has released something deep
inside of you pet. And once in California you will feel the aching desire
to experience it again and again. You probably will end up having a lesbian
affair, or two. Or marrying some guy who would dominate you in the privacy
of your home, or both. You will end up living a double life. By day, an
aggressive, competent and successful business woman. And by night,
someone's submissive sex toy. It would not be easy for you, but you will
find it a very satisfying lifestyle. That is if you could pull it off."

Upon hearing those words Beth felt a twinge of truth run through her soul.
But her head overruled her feelings and once more she focused her anger on
Katherin and her fear on what her future was to be.

"But there is no executive position for you in California pet. Oh you will
be coming to the west coast with me. And I will have a new position for
you there, but it will not be in business. It will be in the privacy of my
very own home. I bought a remote estate not too far from the corporate
office. You will remain there and continue to be my lesbian bimbo slave
girl pet. You will do all the domestic duties of a maid, plus be my very
own sex doll and intimate lover. Oh yes pet, you will give me oral pleasure
for my sweet tender pussy too. Up till now that part of your training has
been sadly null and void. I didn't want to risk loosing you by pushing you
into doing that. But now your situation has changed drastically and I am
going to enjoy making a first class pussy lapper out of you. I know, I
know. You will fight me all the way. But sooner or later you will come to
heal like all well trained house pets. You will accept your fate as my
slave, just like Cynthia accepted hers as Tonya's thing.

"Now don't worry pet. I will not transform you into such a surreal edifice
as Tonya did to Cynthia. But there will be some cosmetic changes you will
have no choice but to accept. I'll tell you more about those as time goes
on. But I am glad to say, the person you were, the Beth persona, will no
longer be a viable entity.

"As of this moment, Beth is no more. I am aware you know otherwise, but
that is changing too as I speak. The power of attorney you signed over to
me allowed me to liquidate all your possessions. Everything you had in
storage is now sold or given away. You own nothing, not even clothes or
your most precious mementos. They're all gone.

"All those people who once knew you as Beth, your dearest friend, your
worst enemy, all your work cohorts, vendors and bosses have witness your
change in identity to that of my lesbian bimbo slave girl. They have even
signed an affidavit as a witness to our little bonding ceremony. As well as
seen the pictures and other legal documents you signed announcing your self
as a die hard lesbian. And the final coup d'etat was that mysterious third
paper you signed without reading it. That third document was for a name
change my sweet. Even legally you are no longer Beth. Your new name will
fit your new personality, your new look, your new identity to a tee. From
this moment on Beth ceases to be. But today a new slave girl is born, and
her name is "Candi".

"So sweet to the taste as a peppermint candy stick. So pretty, pink and
pleasing to the eye like a cotton candy treat. And as dump and stupid as a
piece of delicious hard rock candy. That will be you my pet, my slave, my
Candi. And I will do everything in my power to see to it that you stay that
way, forever and ever." Katherin pick up the black silk cloth and used it
as a blindfold around Beth's, now Candi's, terror stricken eyes.

"It is late now pet and we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow is moving day
and we must get you ready for the trip to California." Katherin kissed
Beth on her nose, said goodnight and walk to her bedroom where a frilly
dressed Tonya waited eagerly for a nigh of hot burning love.

Beth was beyond shock. In her dark, numbing bound, speechless state she
though it might be a dream. A vivid gruesome nightmare that she only needed
to wake from like the movies and all will be as it was before she met Paul.
But the pain in her nipples and pussy lips were telling her otherwise. Her
feelings were running rampant. One minute she was grievously sad with self
pity. Another she was full of mind numbing horror with thoughts of what
Katherin planned on doing to her. And finally strong waves of anger gushed
from her subdued prostrated body at how Katherin betrayed her most precious
gift. She trust her.

She fought the straps and gag tooth and nail trying, desperately to escape.
But all they did was creek. Time and again her anger fueled the energy she
needed to fight the straps. But each time they held, she fell into a deeper
and deeper state of misery. She was about to try again when all of a sudden
she felt something soft and wet on her pussy lips.

It startled her at first, but then it began to feel good. Her mind search
for understanding while her body bathed in the erotic pleasure of being
fondled down there. 'What's going on? Who is doing this?' She thought to
herself. When she found out "what" she immediately knew the "who". A tongue
was bathing her pussy in warm sensuous pleasure. A tongue that was
articulate, experienced and could reach so very deep up inside her to
tickle her very cervix. It was THING!

Her mind wanted to turn away from this, to push thing away from her. She
was not a lesbian. She had no sexual interest in women or to be please by a
woman. But her bound form and excited body would not allow her mind to
dominate or control her situation. And the more thing's tongue dance around
her salivating pussy the more Beth accepted and allowed herself to
experience the pleasure of thing's talented tongue on her aching craving
love nest. It wasn't long before Beth was riding her first orgasm as Candi,
the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherin. The first of many for
that night, curtsey of thing and her new owner, Mistress Katherin.

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Part 13, the finally is here too.

Katherin's soliloquy