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 9)

 

Oh yes, she will be glad to see Tonya out of her life as well. Her
relationship with her was a bitter sweet one. And it frightened her more so
than it angered her.

In her last two situations with Tonya, Beth always found herself in the
inferior role. And many times at her mercy too, both physically and
emotionally. The latter was what scared her the most. Tonya's mastery of
the art of seduction was beyond reproach. Even with her, a viable
heterosexual woman, she was amazed at how easy it was for her to be lured
into Tonya's lesbian subjugation. Her soft feminine touch and tender words
of alarming insight into her dark yearning soul made her feel like a spell
was cast upon her as she eagerly flowed into the spider woman's web of
conquest.

Her only salvation came in the form of a vision. An image so macabre in
nature that it shocked her back into the real world. "Thing" saved her.
Each time she felt another soft silken thread binding her closer and closer
to Tonya's exciting lustful embrace, all she needed to do was to remember
thing. Poor thing, she was the last woman to be caught in the spider
woman's web. And now and forever changed into a silent surreal symbol of
Tonya's sexually depraved madness.

Even now, strapped tightly to the post, more memories began pouring into
her mind of her tour de jour as Tonya's serving wench apprentice. And it
all started this very morning just before Katherin went to work, for the
last time.

"Now pet, you know how important tonight is. This is where all our hard
work comes to fruit. We either win and find ourselves on our way to sunny
California with our new prosperous lives ahead of us, or, well, lets not
think about that. Keep thinking positive. Follow Tonya's orders and when I
get back we will finally put an end to this offensive farce once and for
all. Trust in Tonya like you do in me B. You know if I didn't have to make
one final appearance at work I would be here with you. I would be the one
training you for tonight's soiree, not Tonya. But the corporate world calls
and I must go. I have the greatest confidence in Tonya's abilities pet, so
be good and do what she says. It will all work out as I planned, you'll
see."

Beth looked at Katherin with sad frighten eyes. But somehow she found the
courage to once more submerge herself in her submissive role and say in a
calm voice, "As you wish Mistress. B will to do whatever Tonya says. And
please hurry back Mistress. Please?" She could not help emitting a fragile
inflection in her voice as she pleading asked her mistress not to leave her
alone with Tonya for very long.

"I will pet. I will."

The two then passionately hugged one another. Katherin dressed in her
executive power suit ready for a full day at the office. And Beth,
completely naked without a single hair left on her entire body.

As their embrace broke Katherin took Beth's face in her hands and kissed
her on the lips. In the beginning, Beth felt such a woman to woman kiss was
repugnant, but now she wished it would never end. Her lips parted and
eagerly accepted Katherin's probing tongue into her mouth.

Tonya was looking affectionately on from a short distance away. Her hand
caressing the side of thing's face as thing knelt submissively by her side
just like she did back in that jail cell.

Katherin slowly pushed Beth away and gently stroked her bald head and
teared wet cheek. Then without saying a word, she turned and left. Beth
quickly walked up to the closed door and looked through the peep hole
trying to catch a final glimpse of her departing dear friend.

Tonya smiled at the thought of how cute Beth looked. She was acting so much
like a devoted house pet now watching her Mistress leave and craving to be
by her side once more. Not unlike her own loving thing by her side. But
time was not an asset they could afford to waste on sentimental moments
like this. So she patted her thing on the head and walked up and behind
Beth. She put her hands on Beth's shoulders and began massaging them.

Beth continued to look through the peep hole as if trying to ignore Tonya's
compassionate concern. But when Tonya hands flowed down and around her body
she could no longer disregard what her body was telling her. So she closed
her eyes and pretended it was Katherin who was caressing her breasts so
affectionately.

Tonya put her chin on Beth's shoulder as her cheek snuggled up to Beth's.
Her fingers now rubbing both of Beth's nipples between them and sometimes
adding a little playful pinch now and then.

Beth seemed lost in the moment, not caring that it was another woman
fondling her so sexually like this. She even let out a little moan when
Tonya's physical interest became a bit more intimate as Tonya's lesbian
artistry meandered down between Beth's legs and shaven pussy.

Tonya began whispering into Beth's ear "Oh sweet thing, I wish I could play
with you like this all day long. But we need to put our energies into
another area now, your training." She then abruptly stopped her caresses as
Beth's inner aroused spirit beckon for more.

She was such a tease that Tonya. She knew exactly what she was doing,
getting Beth all hot and excited like that. Taking her well up that
spiraling staircase to orgasm and then stopping when she was so near to
fulfilling her aching desires. But that was Tonya's way. To tease, to
taunt, to make one ache for more and then to deny satisfaction. It was just
her devilish way of playing with her prey. Nothing more, nothing less.

She put her hands on Beth's shoulders and gently turned her around until
she was facing her. Her hands began stroking and rubbing Beth's bald head
in an ever so sensuous way. Her ebony hands and blood red nails were a
dramatic contrast to Beth's pale barren skin. Soon Tonya was the one making
little quivering moans.

"My goodness B, I find your new look to be one incredible turn on. But
alas, time waits for no one."

Tonya moved closer to Beth. Their eyes riveted on one another. Tonya's gaze
was soft, warm, and laden with erotic desire. And Beth's, wide eye and full
of aroused fear. Beth knew Tonya was going to kiss her, but all of a sudden
Tonya stopped a few inches from her lips. Then she heard her say "Kiss me
B."

Beth's eyes blinked in surprise at what she just heard. She hesitated for a
moment. Never had she been the one to initiate a kiss with a woman. All the
other times, with Katherin and even Tonya, they were the ones who kissed
her. She just continued playing the passive submissive role and let it
happened. But this time she was the one to take the initiative. Even though
she was told to by Tonya, she still felt like it was her choice, not duty,
to kiss another woman with feeling. A choice that somehow made her feel
more accepting of her role as pretend lesbian, deep inside her.

So she kissed Tonya. At first, she let her lips lightly touch hers. Then
she was more forceful, more vigorous, more pleasure seeking. She found
herself liking it, the sensuous feel of another woman's lips upon hers.
She slowing passed her tongue through Tony's lips. She felt a quick chill
radiate through her when Tonya's full voluptuous lips began rubbing along
her tongue as she thrust it in and out of her mouth. And when she began to
tongue dance with Tonya, it was Beth who took the lead.

Just when Beth was loosing herself in her first true consenting lesbian
tryst, at least in her mind, Tonya broke the kiss. She stroked the side of
Beth's hungry and bewildered face and told her it was time to begin. Again
Tonya played the dominant sexual tease to perfection.

She directed Beth to follow her and when they passed the kneeling thing
Tonya said "Thing, follow."

Beth did not dare look back. Her interest in thing made her skin craw. This
was the second time she met thing and Beth was finding herself becoming
more like her then not. So she refused to turn around and watch thing
maneuver about in her highly restrained and bizarre form. But she could
still hear the clinking of metal and then the rapid clicking of thing's
ballerina type shoes on the hard floor behind her. A sound that sent Beth
shivering with alarm.

When they reached the great room, Tonya said "B, stay. Thing, over to your
perch."

'Perch?' Beth thought to herself as she stood still on the spot that Tonya
commanded her too. She watched in awe as Tonya lead thing over to a very
strange looking ornate metal stand. Beth's curiosity got the better of her
as she shifted her interest from thing's unnerving appearance to what Tonya
called "the perch".

The stand was made completely from an antique grayish metal, and stood no
more than a few feet tall. The base was a slightly elevated heavy
rectangular box. From it's center rose a hefty size pipe. And mounted at
the top was what looked like a crescent shape abbreviated saddle. It's two
ends coiled around on themselves into an artistic geometric spiral. The
entire stand was decorated with fancy carvings and detailed reliefs of
leaves, vines and small little birds.

Thing stood in front of it, waiting. Her stately exotic stance with eyes
cased down was an eerie complement to her flawless black skin, over the top
physical attributes and polished gold ringed jewelry. Tonya was busy doing
something to the stand and in the way for Beth to see exactly what.

When Tonya finished, she walked off to the side. Beth's mouth dropped wide
open as her eyes almost bugged out of her head. Tonya had mounted two
dildoes, two life like black cocks to the bottom "U" part of the metal
saddle. The back one was slightly smaller in girth and length than the
front one, but they both still had a monstrous look about them. Beth
watched in repulsive fascination as Tonya squeezed some sort of clear
lubricant over the back one only.

After wiping her hands clean, Tonya placed her foot on a small pedal hidden
into the base of the stand and pushed it down. The saddle part began to
descend. And when it was only about knee high it stopped. Without saying a
word Tonya just stood by patiently watching as thing proceeded to move
herself over to the stand. Beth was amazed at how mechanical thing seem to
respond. No display of emotion, not even a moment of hesitation was seen on
thing's part as she slowly straddled herself over the saddle beneath her.

Tonya moved to the front of the stand, facing thing. She gently pushed down
on another hidden pedal in the front of the base. The saddle with it's
ominous protruding dildoes began to rise. Thing stood her ground, silent
and motionless. Her feet on point and legs straight and spread wide. Her
torso and head held erect and proud. The only movement Beth could detect
was from thing's hands. With her wrists manacled firmly to her tightly
cinched waist belt, all that thing could do was to move her fingers. And
Beth could see them move ever so slowly over her hairless pubic area in a
kind of rubbing scratching motion. Possibly an unconscious act of anxiety
on thing's part, be it favorable or not Beth could not tell.

Again, Beth watched on with a curious repulsion as Tonya kept a careful eye
on the slowly rising probes. When the head of the dildoes just touched
thing's most tender flesh Tonya stopped the saddle's rise. She began
touching and spreading thing's butt cheeks and tattooed red pussy lips to
check for alignment of the probes with both lower orifices. When all looked
satisfactory Tonya eased her dainty foot back down upon the pedal and
watched the probes slowly rise up and into thing.

Beth let out a gasp that caused Tonya to stop quickly and look over at
Beth. She seen Beth with her mouth covered by her hand and eyes wide open
as if in a state of fearful surprised. Tonya looked in the direction that
Beth was staring and then smiled when she seen the reason for Beth's
concern. She looked back over to Beth with a warm caring smile and said "Oh
sweet B, you need not concern yourself over thing's possible discomfort.
She has been trained to immediately wet herself upon anticipation of being
mounted on her perch. That is why I did not lubricate her pussy dildoe like
I did for her anal one." She gave Beth one last affectionate smile and
turned her attention back to impaling thing with the dildoes.

Slowly the probes moved up and into thing. Thing just stood there. Her legs
spread wide on either side and making only the faintest of a twisting
movement to help guide the synthetic cocks deep inside her beckoning oozing
holes. When the dildoes completely disappeared into her and the saddle
began to form itself between her legs, thing began to move her legs closed
together. Tonya kept her foot on the pedal as the saddle continued to rise.
And when things legs were only a couple of inches away from the adorned
center pipe a sharp metal clap was heard.

Beth looked at the base of the stand where the noise came from. To her
amazement she saw a pair of form fitting manacles had automatically
attached themselves above thing's ankles. She also noticed that Tonya
continued to keep the stand extending upward even though thing's legs were
firmly anchored to it's base now. Again Beth became concerned for thing's
safety as she watched the saddle, and it's hidden probes, force itself
deeper and deeper into thing's sensitive crotch. When it looked like
thing's legs were as taught as a bow string Tonya released the pedal.

'Oh my gosh!' Beth said under her breath as she stared on in horror, mixed
with just a touch of unexplainable lust.

Tonya stepped back and eyed her properly stuffed and mounted thing with a
look that was pure hauntingly evil. She causally walked around her perched
thing, touching her, stroking her, caressing her. She seemed to lingered
over those fleshy feminine areas that the saddle made to bulge into
prominence. She finally took thing's black face in her hands and kissed her
with a precious loving innocence's that reminded Beth of Katherin. She let
go of thing's face and before leaving, she pushed a small well concealed
button on the spiral end of the saddle. A low almost inaudible hum started,
and for the very first time Beth heard thing let out a soft, self-
indulgent moan.

With thing securely tucked away on her perch, it was now Beth's turn. She
watched as Tonya began taking some black items from a nearby box. For some
reason now, Beth looked upon Tonya not with fear, but with a kind of serene
warmth. She could not understand why she had this feeling especially with
regards to what she just saw happen to thing. But never-the-less, she began
seeing her in a positive light and she searched her mind for a reason why.

There was nothing strange in Tonya's manner of dress to warrant such a
feeling in Beth. In fact she looked stylishly causal. Her long black hair
was pulled back into a ponytail which brought out her strikingly bold and
yet attractively feminine features. She wore a billowy, long sleeve, blood
red silk blouse and a pair of loose fitting designers gray slacks. Her mid-
section was pulled in by a wide dark belt with a polished gold buckle. And
on her feet were a pair tastefully matching pair of gray pumps.

Tonya began walking towards Beth and when she saw what she had in hand Beth
quickly lost any favorable feelings she had for Tonya.

"These are only part of your uniform B. The rest will come later just
before the party. No point risking getting them soiled or damage while you
are in your training period. Besides, you are going to need the extra time
to get use to wearing these garments."

Beth's spirit sank when she seen and heard what Tonya had for her to wear.
The first article was a short black corset. It was contoured to match her
figure with a slightly wider panel in the front than on the back or sides.
And from the look of it, it seemed very stiff and unforgiving.

Tonya wrapped it around Beth's middle and fasten the hasps in front. She
then turned Beth around and began the tedious process of lacing it up.
Beth had already become accustomed to wearing a corset for Katherin. So
when Tonya was finished lacing her into the waist cinch it was nothing new
to her, all-be-it a little more constricting then usual.

"There you go sweetie. That should hold you, for now. As your training
as a serving wench progresses I will periodically take the time to tighten
your laces. You have a gap of some two to three inches that needs to be
squeezed out before the party begins. But don't worry your pretty little
head about that. You will be so busy learning your new stock and trade that
you will hardly know it's happening."

Beth took a shallow sighed. With three more inches to go she wondered if
she would even be able to breathe let alone function at the party.

Tonya motioned for her to sit down as she took one of the shoes in hand for
Beth to wear. Beth was surprised at what she felt and seen. The waist cinch
was cutting so deeply into her that she was forced to maintain a straight
sitting up position. She knew once Tonya was finished lacing it close she
would no doubt be totally unable to sit down again. But as Beth watched
Tonya fit her feet inside her new shoes her concern regarding her corset
now shifted to her feet.

The shoes were not your average woman's fashionable high heel foot wear.
Oh they had style with their shiny patent leather and high, very high
heels, more so then what she was use to with Katherin's prescribed office
bimbo five inched ones. But it also looked to be a custom made item too.
For the shoe was really an ankle boot that laced up the front to just above
her ankle. It was also trimmed in a white ruffled lace around it's top.
Overall it looked very torturous to walk in for any length of time while at
the same time it had an attractive feminine element to it.

It took Tonya several minutes to fit and lace both of Beth's feet into the
shoes. And when she was finished Beth felt her feet beginning to go numb
just from being so tightly encased in the feet stretching stilettos.

"Now let's see you walk in your new shoes B. Just remember, take small
confident steps and you'll be all right."

Beth looked like a beginner in a circus high wire act. She used the chair
as a crutch to get herself up and balanced on her six inch heels. Her steps
were very small indeed as her arms were waving about her like a flag on a
windy day. And her head was bent far forward as her eyes were intently
focused on her feet and the tiny steps they made. It took her all of ten
minutes to go a few feet, turn around and walk back. When she reached the
chair again she quickly grasped the chair's back with one hand while she
stood balanced on her new shoes.

Beth smiled at Tonya. She was very proud of herself. The shoes didn't seem
to hurt her feet as much as she thought they would. Having the leather
molded to her entire foot seem to distribute her body weight around her
entire foot than just on her toes like her bimbo slut shoes did. And the
numbness seemed to dwindle away as she exercised her feet when walking in
them.

Tonya returned Beth's smile back to her, but hers lack the exuberance that
Beth's had. In fact, it was more of a token gesture than a out right sign
of support for a job well done.

Tonya slowly stepped up to Beth and held her affectionately around the
waist. She looked into Beth's bewildered eyes as she gently twisted Beth
from left to right. Then she said "B, you know time is our enemy. We have a
lot of work to do in what little time we have left. But I know, together,
we can do this. YOU can do this B. I know it for a fact! But I need to
train you as quickly as possible. Under normal conditions I would be very
supportive of you with much positive reinforcement. But these are trying
times and I must get you to a functioning level in just a few short hours.
And the only way that will happen is if I push you B. Push you, order you,
force you, and if need be, punish you to get the necessary results that
you, Katherin and I need to get from you. You must understand this B and be
accepting of what I need to do to get you there. You must not fight me B.
Or try to get me to lessen your burden. That will only delay your training
and may even put the plan in jeopardy. I am an expert in this B.  I know
what you can bare better than you do. All I need from you is to follow my
orders, quickly, and without rebuke. If you do, I promise you success! Can
you do this B?  Can you really be the well train slave that you pretend to
be, and follow my lead like you do Katherin? Can you B?" Tonya inched her
face closer to Beth's as her hand tenderly stroked the side of her face.

Beth was in awe of Tonya's little speech. It reminded her so much of
Katherin, in how she talked to her when things were about to get worst for
her. Beth briefly thought how similar and yet how different those two women
were, as if... But her mind quickly turned to the choice at hand. But
again, what choice did she have. To much time and effort had gone into this
endeavor already, on Katherin and Tonya's part as well as her own. To stop
now, or to cause anything to happen that might cause a failure later would
be too much to bare. Beth had to do what was expected of her.  She had to
let Tonya do what was necessary even if she though or believed otherwise.
She really had no choice. So in a quivering voice she answered back "Ye . .
. Yes, Ton... I mean,... Mistress Tonya. Slave B will do whatever needs to
be done, whatever you decide or choose to do I will obey."

"Oh your such a good sweet thing B. If Katherin were only here, she would
be so proud of her devoted slave girl right now." She then kissed Beth
quickly on the lips.

Beth did not like the way Tonya referred to her as Katherin's devoted slave
as if she really was. But then again she thought it was just Tonya's way of
immersing herself into her training role like she had to do for her slave
role and didn't give it a second thought.

"Good! Now turn around with your back facing me."

Beth was about to ask why, but she remembered what she just agreed to and
slowly minced around.

"Now, first item. Empty your head of all thoughts except one--to follow
orders. All will go much better if you see yourself as an empty vessel
ready to do what I tell you to do. Do you understand me slave?"

"Yes Mistress Tonya." Beth felt her arms being pulled back and a leather
strap being wrapped around both her arms just above her elbows.

"Second item. A proper serving wench walks with confidence in who and what
she is. Be proud of being an owned piece of property, of being seen naked,
submissive, and as a simple sex object. This means you stand tall and walk
with your shoulders back, chest out, and eyes cast down. Remember, above
all else, to keep your eyes always looking down. Never, I mean NEVER, look
at another person in the eye. Understand slave?"

Beth heard the words and it pained her to say yes to them. Even more so
than the physical pain of having her elbows pulled tightly together behind
her.

"Good! Now that you know it, it's time you showed it. The elbow strap is
just temporary. The sooner you adopt the proper proud servile posture of a
slave the sooner I will remove the restraint. Let's start off with your
feet further apart. That's it. This will allow you to balance yourself
better in the beginning. As you gain more confidence in your ability to
move around in your new heels then you will move your legs closer together.
Now keep your head up, torso erect, and eyes down. Good! Now begin your
walk."

"But I might fal... <SMACK>... AHHH!!!!"

Beth was just about to say some something when she immediately felt a hard
sting on the fleshy part of her butt.

"I told you to obey me SLAVE! Slaves do what they are told. They are empty
mindless vessels. They do not think. They do not ask questions. They have
no wants, needs or desires other than what their owners tell them they
have. And right now slave, you have nothing in that empty bald head of
yours other than the words 'Yes or No Mistress Tonya'. Do you understand
me slave?"

"Yes Mistress Tonya!" Beth answered quickly in fear of another smack of
Tonya's ridding crop on her burning rear end. Then she began walking the
best she could in those towering heels while her upper arms were painfully
fettered behind her. Her lower arms and hands sticking out and fluttering
around like a chicken in order to keep her balance.

<SMACK>

"I said head up slave. And keep your arms still!"

"Yes Mistress Tonya"

<SMACK>

"Eyes cast DOWN!"

"Yes Mistress Tonya"

<SMACK>

"Did I tell you to rub your butt slave?"

"No Mistress Tonya"

"Your butt is a site for punishment. Punishment is negative reinforcement
for wrong behavior. It is also a means of disciplining you so you can focus
your efforts to perform the correct behavior. You will never cover your
butt to prevent me from disciplining you slave. And you will never rub the
pain away either. The pain is there to remind you to act correctly. Thus
you should accept your pain and your punishment with joy for they are
making you into a better slave. Do you understand me slave?"

"Yes Mistress Tonya" Beth eyes began to glisten with tears not so much from
the physical agony of being spanked, but from the shame and self loathing
she felt in having to agree with Tonya in accepting this humiliating
endeavor as a positive learning experience in becoming a better slave.

"That's it slave! Keep walking. Push your chest out. You have wonderful
breasts. Be proud to show then off in their complete nudity if that is what
your Mistress desires. Keep your head up, eyes down and SMILE! You are a
serving wench and no one likes to see a slave serving them drinks at a
party with such a sad face. So smile!"

<SMACK>

"A bigger smile!"

"Yes Mistress Tonya" Beth made the biggest smile she could while trying to
master her new shoes, her new walking posture and her new slave status of
being a non-human entity.

And so it went on for the rest of the morning. Tonya's warm seductive
persona suddenly changing into a sharp, no nonsense, almost drill sergeant
like trainer. A trainer who wasn't shy in chastising her chattel with a
riding crop for any minute act of non-conformity. And Beth, adapting to her
accelerated deepening slave role the best she could. Her brightly red butt
a silent testament to her success.

Tonya had scheduled Beth's training into many short intense sessions of no
more than twenty minutes long followed by a ten minute break. Beth was
allowed to rest during this time and even sip some cool water provided by
Tonya, but she did so as a slave. Which meant erect proud posture, eyes
cast down and never to speak unless spoken too.

About mid morning Tonya removed the elbow restraint. Beth was so in need of
rubbing and massaging her aching arms, but she remembered what Tonya said
about a slave being an empty vessel. So she just let them hand down at her
sides, throbbing and all. A minute later Tonya said it was all right for
her to rub her arms. And Beth did. Tonya also said that she should thank
her for allowing her that favor. And again, Beth did that too. Beth had
just doubled her vocabulary from "Yes" and "No Mistress Tonya" to "Thank
you Mistress Tonya" in a few short seconds.

It was late morning when a serving tray and some drinks were added to
Beth's training regimen. And when lunch time came Tonya had Beth walking
about on her new heels like she was born with them on. She even had Beth
maintaining her proud confident slave posture like it was second nature to
her. And not once after that first time did she ever catch Beth with her
eyes turned in any direction but down.

The two took a quiet half hour for lunch. Since Tonya was only able to
reduce the gap in Beth's corset to about half of what it was in the morning
session, Tonya only allow Beth a small cup of broth to drink for lunch.
Anything of more substance like a sandwich as she had was completely out of
the question.

After lunch Tonya continued with Beth's training. Emphasizing what she
learned so far and then adding new material too. Part of the new training
entailed making Beth move more seductively. Tonya had her walk so her hips
would roll and sway from side to side like a Saturday night street walker
on the prowl. She even forced Beth to move her shoulders in sync with her
gyrating hips while holding her serving tray level and still. This caused
her breast to quiver and gently flow from side to side when she walked
adding immensely to her bimbo slut appeal.

But a large part of her added training was based on communication. There
was going to be a good number of people she knew at the party besides her
villainous boyfriend Paul. And they would no doubt want to talk with Beth
about her drastic change in character. So the content of what Beth was
going to tell them would be extremely important. Thus Tonya gave Beth a
little opening greeting and other useful phrases to get her through those
tense critical moments. And all worded in such a way as to convince Paul
and everyone else that she was truly the devoted lesbian bimbo sex slave of
Mistress Katherin that she in fact appeared to be.

And just like in the morning session Tonya did her part to help Beth learn
each and every line quickly. No doubt Tonya's ever present riding crop
played a major role in this learning process too.

By mid afternoon Beth was a fully accomplished serving wench of the lesbian
bimbo slave girl persuasion. Her serving form was flawless. Her slutty
mincing about gate was blatantly sexy. And her learned speech was without
hesitation, regret or shame. Those she kept when hidden deep inside of her.

And to top it all off, Tonya was able to close the gap on Beth's waist
cinch. An act that forced Beth to breathe from her heaving chest now.  But
then that only added to the slutty red cheery on top of the bimbo icing of
the cake.

But there was one final training element that Tonya decided to throw in
just in case. Given Katherin's commanding presents at the party, it would
be highly unlikely for such an event to occur. But still, better to error
on the side of safety then to risk being unprepared and letting the house
of cards they built collapse around them. So Tonya decided to train Beth in
what her response would be if some party attendee were to touch her.

When Tonya told Beth of this addendum to her training session she remained
unmoved. That is after Tonya used the crop on her rosy butt again when
Beth's startled eyes rose up and met hers. Beth was horrified to hear that
there was a good possibility that she might be physically played with at
the party.

So Tonya played the devils advocate and began playing touchy feely with
Beth. And Beth responded accordingly to Tonya's verbal directions and
further use of the crop when she hesitated a bit too long in her dictated
response.

Beth was to respond as such. If someone was to poke, pinch or smack her on
her butt, like Tonya continued to do, she was to say "Thank you Mistress or
Master" which ever the case might be. If someone, like Tonya was doing now,
wanted to caress her breasts or rub their hand tenderly along the inside of
Beth's thigh like so, then Beth was to stand her ground and allow them to
do just that. She was also expected to add a little moan of pleasure in
appreciation of being toyed with in such an arousing manner, even though
she was on the verge of being humiliating to tears at the same time.

So the rest of Beth training period was nothing but play time for Tonya.
Time and again Tonya played the part of a different party member eager to
engage in some sensuous contact with their willing prostrated serving sex
toy. And poor Beth, with her serving tray in both hands and eyes cast
down, was only allowed to respond like a cat in heat as she moaned, grunted
and groaned with cardinal delight. While her tortured soul slowly drowned
in a lake of sorrow.

Oh yes, she would definitely love to see Tonya out of her life forever. But
in saying that, Beth felt a small sense of gratefulness for all that Tonya
did for her, be it painful and humiliating as it was. For the training
she received at Tonya's sexually probing and disciplining hands was just
what she needed to successfully play out her role as serving wench at the
party. Especially were the last part was concerned.

So once again, Beth felt her relationship with Tonya was a bitter sweet
one. One that she will quickly let dissolve into obscurity once she was
safe and sound in California.


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Part 10 coming soon.

Beth continues to remember her nightmare experience at the party as
everyone's submissive serving wench.