Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 15:09:15 -0400
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: Lee Ann

Lee Ann (M/F, F/F, D/s, BD, Spanking, Humiliation, Toys, Consensual)  by
StoryTeller07 2012
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Lee  Ann Chapter 1 - She discovers a submissive  side
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"Now  girl, get down on all fours," Jim told his girlfriend. He used a har
sher tone of  voice than intended, because he wasn't very pleased with her.
Lee Ann had  persuaded him to visit a BDSM club for the first time. It was
something he felt  uncomfortable with, but she had nagged him all week until
he gave way. He wasn't  scared it just wasn't his sort of thing.
He was hoping she would get it out  of her system and return to normal. It
was sure to be a disappointment and  nothing like she expected.
Like him, she too had been a normal young person,  with a sheltered
upbringing. She would have admitted to being shy, though being  submissive had
never occurred to her, until recently. It was only a few of weeks  ago that she
came across a BDSM story when the term submissive, came to mean  something.
That story had her looking for another, until she was hooked.
She  wanted Jim to experiment in the bedroom, which he reluctantly gave in
to. Lee  Ann wanted more. Eventually he gave in, so that's how she came to
be on hands  and knees, in a BDSM club.
She was a beautiful, petite blonde only  five-four, nervously waiting for
him to tell her what to do. It was difficult  being a submissive, when your
partner didn't take the lead. On hands and knees  she looked up at him,
wishing he would get into the spirit of things.
He  gripped the leash tight while psyching himself up to walk to the bar.
Lee  Ann smiled at him, trying to reassure and motivate him. It would spoil
things if  she pushed him along, for it was supposed to be him in charge.
"Don't walk  too fast," she reminded him. Lee Ann bit her tongue, to
remind herself not to  nag him.
Giving her `master' instructions spoilt the atmosphere. She looked  around
at the small, early evening crowd. Some of them were dressed in bizarre
outfits. She was fairly conservative, wearing a tiny pair of shorts with a
halter top. Her breasts were natural and large, but not huge. A big handful,
Jim  liked to joke.
What he didn't like was other guys touching her. So she wore  a red collar,
which meant others could watch, but not touch. At the moment that  was
enough for Lee Ann.
While he walked to the bar, she had to crawl. Her  breasts kept swinging
out from the loose top. Lee Ann hadn't thought of this  when getting changed.
If she told him to stop it would bring attention to them  swinging free, as
well as spoil the submissive role. She kept her head down  hoping no-one had
noticed. It was humiliating being made to crawl beside a  master with her
nips on show, and she loved it.
It was nuisance having such  large nipples as it prevented her wearing
tight tops as they invariably showed  through. Her nipples had already grown
like Pinocchio's nose, and were ready to  spring out further from the least
provocation. Her nipples didn't lie about her  state of arousal, they blatantly
proclaimed it. From the least stimulation her  nipples would shoot out,
swelling long and hard.
"Nice pet you've got,"  Robert said, holding his hand out to Jim.
They shook hands, which helped  break the ice for Jim. Standing at a bar
with a beer, talking to a guy about  football, brought a touch of normality to
the situation. He could almost forget  he had his girlfriend lewdly
dressed, squatting at his feet.
This didn't  seem too bad. Less was going on here than at one of their
neighbor's late night  parties. At June's, everyone got drunk, or high. Then
the fun would start, so  they usually left. He wondered if something happened
at the corporate party to  push Lee Ann into this. She hadn't mentioned the
club until after that  party.
At the corporate party last week Lee Ann wore a nice dress; the usual
boring housewife kind of style, nothing too racy.
Jim was talking to a  contact when he glanced across the room at his wife.
He did a double take and  hurriedly excused himself. Her nipples were
sticking out like organ stops. He  had seen them like this before of course, but
not at a party in front of  business colleagues. He looked around to see
where the boss was; fortunately the  boss hadn't seen her.
The man she was talking to was Richard, the main rival  for a new Planning
Executive position. Both men were keen on winning the job and  competed
against each other at every opportunity; always trying to impress the  boss. By
the time Jim made his way across the room they had moved on. He hoped  Lee
Ann knew who the guy was, not wanting her to say the wrong thing.
Richard  recognized Jim's wife and he soon established she didn't know
him. He kept her  talking, to see if he could get some dirt on Jim. He flirted
with her, dishing  out compliments, and was surprised how easily she
responded to them. His  interest grew on seeing her nipples hardening, pushing at
the fabric of the  dress. He couldn't help `accidentally' nudging her breast
while talking  expressively with his hands. She ignored it thinking it was
due to the hard  pressed crowd.
He asked her what she read and she mentioned an author, only  to quickly
clam up. She went red from embarrassment. He knew why, for the author  mainly
wrote about women becoming slaves. He took a closer look at her, with
plenty of eye contact. His questions and comments were subtly turned into
commands and demands.
He had experience of the BDSM scene, belonging to a  couple of clubs, and
so recognized a submissive when he saw one.
Taking hold  of her hand he dragged her onto the dance floor, giving her no
chance to refuse.  The dance floor was full so they had to squash up close.
He purposely rubbed his  chest across her breasts, aggravating her
distended nipples. He noticed them  swelling and her breathing becoming more ragged.
Her eyes almost closed, as  though she were far away. He had heard of this
but never seen it before. He  didn't hold back now. Whenever they were
turned away from everyone he discreetly  pinched her nipples.
Lee Ann wanted to pull away but he held onto both  wrists. Something was
happening to her. She felt hot and bothered, but couldn't  understand why.
When her boyfriend played with her in the bedroom she naturally  became
aroused. He wasn't here, yet she was feeling so heated up.
She not  only needed to go to the rest room, she thought it necessary to
escape this man.  He may be a colleague of Jim's, but he shouldn't be dancing
so close. On the  other hand he might be an important contact, so she didn'
t want to upset  him.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she shouted into his ear. Despite trying
to shout, her little voice was hardly heard over the music.
"I'm not going  to let you, until the end of this dance," he said, with a
demanding voice.
She was taken aback by the refusal. He was obviously used to managing
people  so he might be Jim's boss. She decided not to antagonize him, in case it
got Jim  into trouble. Surrounded by the corporation's employees she had to
behave  herself.
The combination of his deep voice, the compliments, his flirting,  and his
tight grip of her wrists, all this was preventing her from complaining.  He
was stopping her from going to the restroom, and somehow that added to her
state of confusion. Strangely, her heart was fluttering.
She became aware of  an unexplainable arousal. She felt as though this
stranger was taking control of  her. She had to stop herself from calling him
master, as though she were in one  of the stories she read. The feeling must
be resisted or she might make a fool  of herself. On the other hand, she
couldn't make a scene before her boyfriend's  colleagues. She felt trapped,
though it was her fantasy thoughts that were  ensnaring her.
At last he led her off the dance floor, toward the rest rooms.  She really
needed to go now. There was a queue, and he could see she was  agitated.
"I know a restroom where there won't be a queue," he told  her.
He had a tight hold of her wrist, leading her around as though she
belonged to him. She tried to shake off the feeling, which was straight out of  one
of the naughty stories, but couldn't.
She was being pulled around so  quickly she didn't have a chance to think
straight. It felt as though he had her  on a leash, just like one of her
fantasies. When she weakly complained he cut  her short, with a big strong
voice. He took her along a corridor to another  restroom, not being used. He
barged in, pulling her along.
"In here, we won't  be disturbed," he told her. "We can finish the dance
then," he said, as way of  explanation.
She scurried into the stall, fumbling with the lock only it  didn't work,
or she was shaking too much. He was standing right outside, telling  her to
hurry up. It was only a small thing, but he had denied her permission to
urinate now he was giving her permission to go. It felt as though he had taken
charge of her.
He was telling her where to go and what to do. For a moment  she imagined
he owned her. Somehow she was letting him think for her, and she  couldn't
help obeying him. That was the awful thing about it, she was obeying  him. She
hoped he had realised what he had done to her.
She kept telling  herself he was just helping her. He wasn't taking her
over, he was just used to  organizing people and she was used to being
organized.
"Hurry up," he  demanded. "Aren't you finished yet?"
She was a mature woman and he was  treating her like his little girl.
Though, since reading those naughty stories  she associated it with being
dominated. He opened the door, just as she let go.  He was watching her pee! In a
confusion of embarrassment and arousal, she could  do nothing. It seemed to
be going on for ever.
"Is that better?" Richard  laughed.
He was amused. It made her feel even more embarrassed and confused.  She
should have been humiliated and angry. She should have told him off for  being
so rude.
Lee Ann couldn't say a word. She just didn't know what to  say. She dried
herself with a tissue and was about to pull her panties up. It  was highly
embarrassing, being in front of him with her panties on the floor,  around
her ankles. She felt so weak and nervous she couldn't think  straight.
"Don't pull them up they will be wet on this floor. Give them to me  and I'
ll dry them for you," he ordered.
Like a fool she obeyed him. Handing  her panties over felt so bad it made
her tremble. This stranger had taken charge  of her so completely she was
simply obeying him.
He was big and strong and  very powerful, she just couldn't help it. He
took them, and gripped her hand.  She had to follow him, knowing she would
follow him anywhere, and do whatever he  said. How this had happened to her she
couldn't fathom. Instead of using the  blow drier he pushed her panties into
his pocket. Before she had a chance to  protest he pulled her out of the
restroom.
No! He's taking me back to the  dance floor!
The dress was modest enough, but the thought of being out  there, among all
those people, with her panties in his pocket, was dreadful. It  was also
stoking her up. Her nipples were now clearly pushing at the dress. Her  face
was a picture of arousal and embarrassment.
She dare not think what he  was going to do with her next. As they danced
to a slow number, she noticed Jim  looking for her. She buried her face in
Richard's broad chest, trying to  hide.
Her whole body buzzed with excitement. She just couldn't help it. It  was
so wrong, yet just what she wanted. A big strong powerful man was taking
charge of her.
"I have a room here, so you will come with me. I'll dry your  panties,
though I'm sure your pussy is too wet to put them on," he whispered, in  her
ear. "You are such a naughty little slut, my little slut. I shall teach you
to be my little slut," he said. "What do you say, slut," he asked.
As though  she were a character in a favorite story, she answered him.
"Yes, sir, I'm  you little slut," she feebly answered.
>From those few words she felt herself  giving in completely to him. All
around her people were dancing and laughing.  She felt so carried away, so
light headed, she knew he had trapped her, in her  own little fantasy.
He led her away, from the dance floor, to his room. She  knew it was
terribly wrong. She knew she must protest, yet felt so helpless, so  much under
his control. She felt controlled by him, so submissive, she could do  nothing
but obey him. He was taking her to his room!
He had her panties and  her arousal was already enough to have her panting
for him. Once there he could  say anything and she would have to obey his
every word. Her nipples were  throbbing from when his hard fingers teased
them.
She needed help! She had  surrendered to him, otherwise why would she be
meekly following him. Once in his  room she would be lost in a pathetic world
of obedience, prepared to submit to  him as her master. She knew what a man
wanted from an attractive woman and it  felt impossible to deny him anything.
"There you are, I was wondering where  you got to," Jim said.
He looked annoyed, and she just looked down  submissively. She couldn't
look at either of them. Jim grabbed her hand and took  her to their table. He
was too angry to question her. All she could think of was  what might have
happened, if Jim hadn't rescued her. A part of her was  disappointed and that
had to be suppressed for it was so wrong.
All week she  thought about the party. It stirred her up so much she needed
to do something  dramatic to override the bad thoughts. Eventually she
pressed Jim into taking  her to a club.
He could see how much she needed to get it out of her system,  so relented.
He was hoping she would find it silly and a disappointment, and not  go
again.
There they were, drinking at the bar, as though nothing unusual  was
happening around them. Jim purposely didn't look around, not wanting to see
anything upsetting.
Lee Ann was with like minded people. She watched them  talking and milling
about, taking in the sight of masters and mistresses with  their slaves. Jim
was trying to ignore it all while Lee Ann absorbed it all. She  was
becoming even more excited than the party last week.
Robert introduced  Jim to his slave. She was a tall blonde with big
breasts, and deep blue,  exciting eyes. Lee Ann hardly noticed her, and didn't
notice Jim's interest  either.
"This is obviously your first time here. Have you registered yet? You
should do. It will declare your limits as well as your likes and dislikes. My
slave will show you the way. Look after the bimbo as she can get distracted.
Slap her ass if she gets uppity," Robert casually said. He noticed Jim's
look of  interest and smiled.
"By the way, the stupid Bimbo forgot to wear panties.  Bend over Bimbo,"
he ordered.
The tall blonde did a straight leg bend  showing off everything between her
thighs. A pair of plump pussy lips protruded  rudely. Robert chuckled at
the look of shock on Jim's face.
"In here she's  vulnerable without panties, it's an open invitation. So
keep a hold of her hand  wherever you go. If she needs to go to the restroom
you had better take her,"  Robert explained.
"Listen carefully Bimbo. You go with the nice man, do as  he tells you, as
your master, got it?" Robert told the tall blonde.
"Yes,  master," she said. She took hold of Jim's hand and looked down
between his legs.  "I must obey you as my master," she recited. She gave him a
pleasant little  giggle and shyly looked down.
"I'm looking after her for a friend. By the  way, be careful with her as
she hasn't had sex all week. If she tries to hump  you just give her a slap,
unless of course you want to help her out," Robert  smiled.
"She's fully trained, so won't give you any trouble. Just keep her  close,
tell her what to do, and she will do it," Robert said, when he saw Jim's
reluctance.
"I'll introduce your pet to some friends," Robert  said.
Robert handed the bimbo's leash to Jim, and took a firm grip of Lee  Ann's
leash.
Lee Ann was so surprised she didn't even think to protest. Her  boyfriend
had casually given the leash to this stranger. In this club, that was
effectively handing over control of her.
"Err, excuse me," she murmured. Lee  Ann needed to explain, that her
boyfriend didn't realize what he had agreed to.
Robert was walking off, with her frantically crawling behind him. She
looked  over her shoulder to see her boyfriend was enthralled by the blonde. It
looked  as though he had forgotten all about her, leaving her in the care of
this  stranger.
The rules of the club meant he had control of her, and she had to  obey
him. If he thought she would let him get away with anything, he could think
again. On the other hand she needed looking after. On top of that she didn't
want to cause a fuss. She didn't want to be kicked out, before she had a
chance  to explore the place.
They stopped by a couple of men who had tethered girls  at their feet. They
knew Robert, and after the greetings, they asked about  her.
"She looks a cute little thing, where did you get her?" a man asked. He
began stroking her hair, despite the red collar. The other man joined in
stroking her, though more intimately.
Lee Ann needed to protest yet found it  impossible to open her mouth. Her
breathing was coming in short gasps. Her  nipples felt on fire. Her pussy was
dripping wet. What the hell is happening to  me? I must stop this, I must!
"I swapped her for bimbo," Robert answered.  "You better not get caught
doing that, she's wearing a red collar," Robert told  one of them. The
stranger was pinching her nipples, intrigued with how large  they were swelling.
"Its nipples respond well. Let's see how big they get,"  he laughed.
Lee Ann was dumbfounded over their crude remarks. She was being  fondled by
a complete stranger, as though she was a mere pet they were stroking.  It
was humiliating when they referred to her as `it; not using a name. To them
she was a mere pet to be played with.
Before her anger burst forth, a fresh  wave of arousal overcame her. She
was on hands and knees panting like a bitch on  heat. This stranger was
fondling her nipples and breasts, yet instead of  protesting she was highly
aroused. Was it because he was a stranger, or that it  was in public?
"Here, change the collar then," the other man said.
"I'm  going to change your collar, do you object slave?" Robert asked.
"What ever  you say, master," Lee Ann whimpered. The pathetic sound of her
voice left her  feeling weak. Falling into a fantasy and letting this man
become her master was  wrong. It might be dangerous.
Looking around the room Robert furtively  exchanged the red collar for a
green one.
Lee Ann saw it briefly, before it  was fastened around her neck. She should
have said no, for it denoted anyone  could touch her. That simple change
meant masters could touch her body, anywhere  they wished.
It was already too late for she was on hands and knees, with  her breasts
hanging down, letting a stranger pull on them as though milking her.  She was
too turned on to say a word.
It was outrageous that a stranger was  massaging her breasts, and pulling
on her nipples. She looked over toward her  boyfriend, only just seeing him
over by the bar. He was stroking the Bimbo's  long blonde hair, looking
engrossed in her. He would be no help. She was at the  mercy of these men, and
she didn't even know their names. She was so aroused,  she couldn't speak.
"Your pet looks as though it needs a good fucking," one  of the men said.
Lee Ann gasped. Were they going to take her, here in front  of her
boyfriend? Surely they were teasing her!
"It seems to get worked up  easy," Robert commented.
"Did you swap for good?" one of them asked.
"No,  he has the Bimbo for the evening. Though maybe, I'll see. If it's
any good at  fucking I might keep it," Robert casually answered.
Lee Ann whined. She had  tried to say something, in protest. All she
managed was a mewling sound. It was  partly from when the second man stroked her
between the legs, and partly from  fear. Surely he didn't mean it? Robert
couldn't just swap her for the bimbo,  like a car or set of tools. He couldn't
keep her, could he?
Lee Ann imagined  being taken by this experienced master. She would have to
use her body to  pleasure him or lose his interest. If that happened she
would be passed on to  another master, having to go through the process of
learning is needs all over  again. It was important to pleasure a master with
all her skill and all her body  otherwise she would end up being sold into a
brothel.
The fantasy was so  strong she thought it real. These men were teasing her
again, and it was working  on her like a full on foreplay.
She opened up her thighs, letting the second  guy rub his fingers over her
sex. How the hell did that happen? The first man  was still massaging her
breasts, working them like kneading dough. He was  pulling on her nipples as
though milking them. They were getting such a good  work out, she was near an
orgasm.
She had hardly noticed the tiny shorts  being pulled away from her sex. The
second guy had his fingers in her, exploring  her vagina. For heavens sake,
that was taking things too far! She wanted to stop  that, needed to stop
him, though she couldn't move.
She felt a finger  pushing into her asshole. Lee Ann whimpered a noise,
almost like the words  `Please NO!', only it was a garbled mess of sound.
If her boyfriend caught  her now, she would be in trouble. He would be so
angry he would probably dump  her with Robert. Damn! What would happen to her
then?
This man was a  stranger. All she knew about him was from overheard
conversations. He was an  expert at manipulating and training women into becoming
obedient slaves. He  already had her helpless, compliantly following him on
hands and knees. It was  frightening how easily she had become his pet. She
was in deep trouble!
With  these two men playing with her she couldn't move. It was as though
they had  stunned her with breathtaking sensations. She was breathing heavily,
ready to  show herself up in front of everyone, with a loud orgasm.
She could feel  herself on the edge of a loud and mighty deep orgasm.
"Come on pet, I'll  introduce you to some others," Robert said.
"If you get fed up with it, bring  the pet back to us," one of the men
said.
Hardly able to move she followed  Robert, through the gloom of the club.
She was disappointed not to finish what  they had started. She shouldn't have
been disappointed, that was all wrong. She  was being bad. How could she
possibly want to orgasm in public?
They toured  the club, meeting almost everyone. Both the men and the women,
played with her.  They were masters and mistresses, usually holding on to a
slave or two. No one  else paid as much attention to her as the two
nameless men.
"Your pet needs  a good fucking," Amanda suggested.
"Yes, she's certainly ready for it,"  Robert agreed.
"My pet-guy could see to her, he needs a bitch to fuck,"  Amanda said.
"Yea, she's a bitch on heat alright. What do you think bitch?"  Robert
asked.
My God! This woman is going to make that young guy fuck me!  He's dressed
up as her pet, with a fury suit, collar and a leash. He must be  about
nineteen and looks like a dog-boy.
"Come on bitch let my dog-boy sniff  you. The bitch looks as though she's
in heat. She needs mating, before she runs  off with some dog. There are
plenty of rough dogs in here this evening," Amanda  laughed.
Lee Ann was humiliated from being treated like a pet-bitch. It was  so bad
hearing her described as a bitch on heat, especially as she felt like  one.
In an agony of shame she realised Robert was going to let her be mated! She
was still stoked by the whole scene, especially after being man handled by
two  strangers. Her sex was wet and open, so the woman's pet-guy would have
no  trouble entering her.
That thought was terrible. It showed how debauched she  had become. It was
devastating to know she would let him mount her, right here  in the club.
The show would be sure to draw a crowd. Her boyfriend would be sure  to come
over to see what was going on.
With every one encouraging the  pet-guy to fuck the bitch, Jim would be
ashamed of her. He was unlikely to  intervene and admit she was his girlfriend.
What could he do but watch or  abandon her. She would be a helpless bitch,
being mated for everyone's  entertainment. A wave of guilt and shame
overtook her, leaving her totally  vulnerable.
Robert turned her sideways and pushed her face into the pet-guy's  crotch.
Like two dogs in a park they sniffed each other. She felt the pet-guy  lick
her lips and realised how wet and open she was. His nose then a tongue
grazed her hot spot. The pet-guy was licking and sucking on her nub! She moaned
and nodded her head.
"The hot bitch is up for it," Robert chuckled.
"It's  near an orgasm before my pet-guy has jumped it. Keeping licking the
bitch,  pet-guy, you might bring it off. It's got a lovely pair of nipples,"
 Amanda  commented, and flicked one with a long, red fingernail.
"I wouldn't mind  adding this bitch to my collection of pets. How much do
you want for it?" Amanda  asked.
Lee Ann cringed with fear. She was licking the pet-guy's balls while  being
talked about so dismissively. The humiliation from being treated so meanly
was stoking her up, keeping her on the edge of a mighty orgasm. They were
right,  she was panting like a bitch on heat.
It was awful to know how depraved she  was when aroused. Nothing had
prepared her for this onslaught upon her senses.  She needed to cum, and would do
anything to achieve it. Would she let Robert  sell her to this woman?
The terrible answer was `Yes'. Right then she would  crawl away with
anyone who promised to make her cum. What would it be like to  become a mistress'
s plaything? It would be terribly humiliating to be a pet,  kept to amuse a
mistress and her other pets. She would become a bitch in heat,  forever
ready for the woman's pet-guys to copulate with.
Lee Ann sucked the  pets cock into her mouth, eagerly sucking on it for
comfort. An unexpected  thrust of the pet guy's hips buried it down her throat.
She choked and  spluttered, not having done that before. She had never been
able to bring  herself to swallow a boyfriend, yet now she had swallowed a
stranger's cock. Was  there no limit to her degradation?
"Not this time, maybe later. I'm doing the  rounds with it, showing it off,
" Robert diplomatically said.
They moved off,  toward a small cubicle, set out of the way.
Lee Ann was relieved. She was  also confused, for she was experiencing a
sense of disappointment. Surely she  couldn't possibly accept being fucked by
a stranger? If her boyfriend saw that  woman's pet-guy on her back, or even
found out, he would surely abandon her  here.
Robert would have her then! She would be kept as his slave, forced to
submit to him, kept ready to satisfying his every need, constantly used like a
pathetic sex toy. She had to stop crawling, had to get away. She climaxed
right  there in the middle of the room, before anyone who cared to watch.
Right in the  middle of the club, half naked, she was climaxing! Fortunately it
was a quiet  orgasm.
Having her breasts rubbed and the teasing of her nipples was enough.  Since
then she had been assaulted by everyone they met. It was all too much. It
was too late to protest for she was thinking like a slave.
"There, there pet,  take your time," Robert soothed.
"She's enjoying herself!" someone  commented.
Lee Ann felt small and humble. Others had witnessed her orgasm and  she didn
't care. She had only just kept it quiet, but it was still obvious what
had happened to her. Even now she was in the after glow of the shameful
exhibition.
"Can you look after her for awhile, I need to see someone,"  Robert asked
a man watching the despicable show.
Lee Ann was only just  recovering. Her breasts were still so very
sensitive, and this man was weighing  them in both hands. He pulled at the elongated
nipples then reached under her,  to her sex. He rubbed her pussy with a
tissue, cleaning her up.
"What do you  say, slave?" he demanded.
"Thank you, master," she responded. The words were  from bath-time
fantasies. She had to play with herself in the bath because Jim  wouldn't indulge
her. Now she was using them, indicating submission to a  stranger. They all
seemed to know how to turn her on, in this damn club, She had  to get back to
Jim and leave this place before she lost her mind.
"While I  have you, you are my slave, do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes master, I am  your slave," Lee Ann meekly replied. He had her at a
disadvantage, for she was  only just coming round from a deep orgasm. As he
played with her, she  experienced the inevitable feelings. The sensations were
intensified as her body  was so sensitive. It left her helpless in his
hands.
I can't do this! I  mustn't! Robert has casually given me into the hands
of another stranger, as  though I was nothing but an object. I'm not even his
to give away. I belong to.  . . Lee Ann gasped. She was thinking all the
more like a slave. It had only been  a few hours since crawling into the club
and she was in a terrible state.
A  shock rocked her senses! She recognized the voice! It was Richard. It
was the  man from last week's party. It was her boyfriend's rival! He was
playing with  her breasts, and her sex! He was finger fucking her! This was
dire, but  impossible to escape from. She might as well have been tied up she
was so  helpless.
"Well Lee Ann, I have you once again. This time there is no need to  take
your panties from you," he chuckled. "I'll just slip these shorts off. They
were only just hanging on anyway. It looks as though you have been worked
up for  me. You are ready for a good seeing to. I'm going to fuck you, Lee
Ann! What do  you say to that?" he gloated.
"Please, sir, I can't, I belong to someone  else," she whimpered.
Since last week she had found out this man was her  boyfriend's rival. Jim
had to compete with this man for a new position in the  corporation. It was
awful to be helpless at his feet. It was so very terrible to  be letting Jim
down like this. Why wasn't he protecting her?
Richard intended  to take her so she had to stop him. It would be so
humiliating to let him have  his way. It was bad enough that he saw her in this
place, and appalling that he  had stripped her naked.
This was so bad, she felt weak with fear. She should  get up off the floor
and run. Instead she was on hands and knees, at his feet,  submissively
letting him play with her sex. He was going to fuck her and all she  had done
was plead with him, in a pathetic little voice.
She was so worked  up she was ready to cum again. As though on a hair
trigger all it would take was  the slightest touch. Her whole body shook. Her
boyfriends rival had her right  where he wanted her, at his feet naked and
helpless.
Lee Ann felt  humiliated, yet that too was stoking her up. It was exciting
and sexy exhibiting  herself before strangers, but this man worked with Jim.
It had all gone so badly  wrong.
She had felt a sense of freedom giving into her submissive side at  the
club, though now she was in a difficult and dangerous situation. She could  see
across to the bar where Jim was paying attention to a beautiful compliant,
blonde bimbo, not noticing if she was even there.
She too was attractive,  but they had been together for awhile, and so took
each other for granted. He  now had a new woman and seemed keen to get to
know her. By the bar where it was  well lit, she could see him. She was in
shadow, hidden away in a booth with  Richard.
"Come with me slave," Richard said, breaking into her  thoughts.
"Yes, master," she mewed. Her voice had become so tinkling and  feint, she
hardly recognized it.
Her breathing was heavy with desire. He had  been playing with her breasts,
squeezing her nipples, turning her on. Was that  the secret of her
downfall? She knew how sensitive they were when Jim played  with them in the privacy
of their bedroom. She hadn't realised how potent the  sensations were. She
didn't realize how sexed up their stimulation left  her.
She followed him on hands and knees thinking she was being submitted to
another tour, with all those hands ready to fondle her. She was now naked
though  that would make little difference. Earlier they had pushed passed her
clothing  to enter her body, or squeeze her nipples. Usually two at a time
would be  teasing her body. It was no wonder she had capitulated so  completely.
Instead, he led her into a private back room. There was a mirror  taking up
one wall, with soft scatter cushions on the floor. He didn't bother to
secure her to the floor where there were conveniently placed straps. He had her
 so aroused and compliant there was no need.
"Here take this and play with  your-self," Richard commanded.
He handed her a dildo, expecting her to use  it! Lying back on the cushions
with her legs spread wide, she could see  everything between her legs in
the mirror. She didn't want to look but couldn't  avoid it. It was
mesmerizing seeing her sex so rudely on display.
He took her  wrist to guide her hand which held the awful dildo. She knew
what it was but had  ever seen one before. Over her lips it slipped easily
from them being so wet.  She rocked her head back and forth, from the pain of
having to do this for a  stranger. It was disgraceful being so aroused.
He held her wrist, preventing  her from using it. She was aghast that she
wanted to push it into her vagina.  She was so worked up she no longer cared
what she did in front of him, she  needed to be filled.
"Give everyone a show. Shove it in and work your pussy  hard," he
commanded.
"Yes, master, thank you master," she heavily sighed. Lee  Ann watched it
disappear into her body, feeling it take her. Its large head  penetrated her
sex with ease, as she had been so open and ready for it. With her  own hand,
acting like someone else's, she worked it in deeper and deeper.
It  had almost disappeared inside, before she gripped it tight to pull it
almost  out. Her eyes went wide in astonishment. She realised what he meant.
It was a  two way mirror! There were strangers on the other side, watching
her! She was  putting on a vulgar show for them!
How could she debase herself so  crudely?
In the dildo slid as her hand completed the nasty deed. Despite the  agony
of conscience her hand continued to betray her. She was fucking herself
with the big black dildo and couldn't stop!
Richard lent over her, kissing  her lips. He pinched her engorged nipples.
He pulled them, elongating them, like  big rubber erasers. He pushed them
into her soft breasts then pulled them out  again. He was working them hard,
as she worked her pussy hard.
She began to  buck her hips, with her legs straight out. She was climaxing.
A mighty orgasm  was taking her over, making her into a dumb animal,
obsessed with sex. She had  to cum, had to fulfill a deep need. Her whole body
went into a spasm.
>From  her tummy, out through her limbs, to her fingertips and toes. Her
breasts were  bell pulls, connected to the pleasure centers of her brain,
erasing all  reasoning. She was a bundle of nerves, reacting to an explosion of
sex.
As  the orgasm subsided, he pulled the dildo from between her legs. She
gripped it  tight, not wanting that empty feeling. When she felt his cock at
her swollen  inner lips she wrapped her legs around him. With her legs and
arms she pulled  him close, pulling his cock deep inside her.
She didn't just lay back to take  it, she heaved at his body, as he fucked
her hard.
"Thank you master, fuck  your slave hard master," she repeated, over and
over. The last orgasm hadn't  subsided before she was on another, like a
roller coaster that had forgotten its  way. She was rising again, instead of
falling. Higher and higher she rattled  along, thinking she was surely ready to
blackout any moment.
Instead she  rode the wave of euphoria. Her body was exploding with wave
upon wave of the  deepest orgasm of her life.
"Thank you master, thank you for fucking me,  thank you for making me cum,"
 she screeched.
He pulled out, before his  orgasm. She wailed a little from wanting it,
wanting to feel him spurt into her  body. She needed to be filled with his cum.
He guessed what she wanted and  denied her.
"Later, my little slave girl," he softly spoke. "What do you say,  to your
master?"
"Thank you master," she responded.
"You are a sexy slut,  what are you?" Richard demanded.
"Your slave is a sexy slut, master," she  quavered.
She knew he had her at a disadvantage, for she would say anything  while
like this. She was still high as a kite, sailing through the air, hovering
then swooping with delight.
"You are mine now, to do anything I like with,"  he teased.
"Yes master, I am all yours, whatever you want. Thank you master,"  she
gladly agreed.
A small part of her mind tried to say this was wrong. She  was a
responsible woman, committed to someone else. She had to tell him only the  words just
wouldn't emerge from a dry mouth. She couldn't tell him, `no', she  could
only say `yes', to her master.
He wiped away the mess from around her  thighs and pussy. "I'm taking you
home now," he informed her.
"Yes, master,  thank you, master," she murmured.
She thought he meant to return her to the  bar, and her boyfriend. It would
be terrible to be seen like this, as it was  obvious what she had been up
to. What would Jim say?
It would be appalling  for Jim to see his girlfriend crawling on hands and
knees, on a leash, held by  his rival. It would be obvious that he had
fucked her, making it all the more  dreadful for both of them. Jim wouldn't be
able to accept her back in that  condition.
"I don't want that disgusting thing back, keep it," Jim would  say. She
would be given away to Richard. In this place while submissive what  could she
do but go along with it. She would have to warn Jim this man was
experienced and could completely dominate her. She would be trapped if given to  him.
With hands shaking she pulled on the tiny shorts and top. Following him
out of the room they found Robert was waiting for them.
Lee Ann breathed a  sigh of relief. Passed back to Robert then to her
boyfriend would be much  better. It would still be awkward being returned to her
boyfriend like a used  object. She imagined being casually handed over to
him, as though she were just  a bitch after being mated for breeding.
In her mind she imagined the  sickening scene of Robert handing her back to
Jim. "I found a classy stud to  breed with your bitch. She fucked like an
animal when the dog took her," Robert  said.
She felt like a stupid slut letting everyone in the club fondle her.  It
had been an agony of shame letting men and women finger her so openly. She
just hadn't realised how wanton she became when turned on. The humiliation had
 quickly stoked her up, until it became impossible to refuse the carnal
needs of  her body.
Lee Ann was in a world of her own torment, not hearing the  conversation
going on around her.
"I'll pay for this pet later, if that's  OK? The price we agreed is just
right for the little slut. Are you sure about  losing Bimbo?" Richard asked.
"Sure, I've got a replacement for the Bimbo.  I'll hand her over to the
new guy as soon as you leave," Robert laughed.
Lee  Ann was trying to regain some composure. She had been denied an orgasm
for ages  then given several in a row. The bombardment of emotions left her
head spinning.  One thing she knew for sure was that she just couldn't face
Jim while in this  state.
"Please, master, get me out of here. Please take me home," she  begged. It
would be necessary to spend the night in the spare room, away from  Jim.
Could she ever bring herself to tell him what she had done? It was bad  enough
being aware of it herself.
Richard took a hold of her arm, guiding  her to a back door. She was
relieved not to go anywhere near the bar. Getting  into his car, she was a little
disappointed it was all over. She had never ever  experienced such intense
feelings before and would probably never again. She had  been this mans sex
slave, and reveled in the feeling of being used in such a  humble role. Of
course it couldn't last, it simply couldn't. It was just a game.  Just a
nasty game they had played in the club.
"Please, master, get me out of  here. Please take me home," she begged. It
would be necessary to spend the night  in the spare room, away from Jim.
Could she ever bring herself to tell him what  she had done? It was bad enough
being aware of it herself.
Richard took a  hold of her arm, guiding her to a back door. She was
relieved not to go anywhere  near the bar. Getting into his car, she was a little
disappointed it was all  over. She had never ever experienced such intense
feelings before and would  probably never again. She had been this mans sex
slave, and reveled in the  feeling of being used in such a humble role. Of
course it couldn't last, it  simply couldn't. It was just a game. Just a
nasty game they had played in the  club.




Lee Ann Chapter 2 - Becoming a  slave
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Lee  Ann was still affected by the humiliating experience Richard and
Robert put her  through at the club. Robert swapped a blonde Bimbo for her,
without Jim, her  boyfriend, realising the consequences. Being swapped by the
guys like nothing  more than a baseball card, or some other trivial object, was
extremely  demeaning.
In the club Richard bought her from Robert, reinforcing the  feeling of
being nothing more than an object of pleasure. He used her body, as  though she
was nothing but a sex slave! It confirmed without doubt she had a  deep
submissive side, with a need to be controlled.
Still buzzing from what  happened at the club she was daydreaming, while
being driven home by Richard.  Glancing around she wondered where they were.
"Err, I live on Elm, over at  Woodland Heights," Lee Ann murmured.
"We are going to my house. Don't forget  I bought you, and you agreed to
be my slave," Richard firmly told her.
"But  that was just a game, wasn't it?" she asked, with a look of
incredulity on her  face.
"Until your boyfriend buys you back, or someone else buys you, you  belong
to me. He has a woman now, Robert's Bimbo. So, until he figures out what
happened to you, you're my slave," Richard firmly told her.
The compliant  blonde beauty would suit Jim, so given the chance he would
have taken her home  by now. How could she go home looking so slutty, and
with Richards sperm  encrusting her thighs? If Jim had taken the blonde home,
it would be terrible  arriving there seeing them together. A feeling of guilt
left her wanting to  slink away, and hide out somewhere.
Lee Ann was desperately trying to regain  some composure. She needed to
find the words to counter this audacious  statement. How could she be a slave?
Did he really say he might sell her to  someone else if Jim didn't collect
her? The more she thought about being a  slave, the more submissive she
became. She felt so low and small, and worthless.
Unable to go home, staying with Richard seemed the only solution. If so, it
 was important to shake off the submissive feelings. Like this it would be
difficult to defy him.
They drove into his garage. She just sat there,  bemused, thinking about
everything and nothing. He opened the door helping her  out of the car. She
stepped into the brightly lit kitchen, blinking her eyes,  rubbing away tears.
"Get those slutty clothes off, slave," Richard  demanded.
She didn't know what to do. She trembled with fear. For a moment  she
thought it was only right to serve him, while her boyfriend had that blonde
Bimbo. The guilt left her thinking Jim deserved to have some fun with the
blonde. She had to get a grip. It was wrong. The naughty game could only be
carried out at the club. Being a slave here had to be wrong didn't it?
She  had let Jim down, so he deserved to get his own back, by using that
Bimbo. Did  she deserve to be punished, by being taken as a slave? She shook
her head,  knowing these thoughts were a result of her arousal, and it was
pushing her into  making a wrong decision.
She would have to refuse to play Richards game now,  before it was too
late. She must demand to be taken home. She couldn't just give  in to this
madness. Someone couldn't be enslaved in this day an age. It was just  a dirty
game and had to end!
"I've, err, got to go home," Lee Ann quietly  said. Intending to be more
demanding her voice instead sounded pathetic. She  couldn't go home and she
dare not stay here.
Richard pulled her over his  knee. While she was still stunned he pulled
her shorts down.
"Hey! What are  you doing, you can't do this. I'm a mature woman, not a
naughty schoolgirl.  Owww!" she bawled. She kicked her legs, desperately
trying to get free.
He  was too strong for her, and was used to such a protest.
"Stop it, please!  You're hurting me! Please, sir," she bawled. "I'll be
a good girl, honest, sir,"  she whimpered.
He spanked her until she became subdued.
"You are a dirty  little slave girl, tell me what are you!" he fiercely
ordered.
"I'm, err, I'm  a dirty little slave girl," she murmured.
Although it seemed wrong, she  became so hot he easily wrung the words from
her. Her thoughts were torn between  wanting to escape, and needing to be
dominated.
He reached under her to pull  on a nipple. He slapped her ass and made her
repeat it louder.
"I'm a dirty  little slave girl, master," she cried out.
He slapped her bare bottom again,  while holding onto the nipple. He
twisted the nipple and stung her ass.
"I'm  sorry master. I'm your dirty little slave girl, master. I promise to
do as I'm  told, honest, master. Please don't hurt me, master," Lee Ann
whimpered.
"In  future you will do as you are told and jump to it, understood?" he
asked.
"Yes, master, sorry master," she whimpered.
It was just a game. A  bad dirty game, but something she had to do. This
man owned her, so that made  her his sex slave. There was nothing she could do
but obey him.
It was just  until her boyfriend fetched her back home, wasn't it?
Lee Ann quickly  stripped off to stand before him, posing like a naughty
girl. Her behavior at  the club had been so bad, when acting like a nasty
slut, the spanking was  deserved. She felt so small and insignificant before
him, all doubts as to being  his slave were abandoned. She was nothing but a
humble slave and he was her  master. It was what she needed and craved for, to
be dominated and controlled.
"On your knees, slave," he fiercely demanded.
His deep commanding voice  couldn't be disobeyed. Lee Ann crawled to him
and undid his zip as commanded.  Her sex was dripping wet from a deep
uncontrollable arousal.
That night she  served her master. It was impossible to question his
orders, which he delivered  with exactness and authority. It was so easy to submit
to him she forgot about  everything else except learning to serve his every
whim.
>From the moment she  awoke next day, it was easy to slip into the role of
slave. He collared her as a  symbol of her servitude. It was the only thing
she was allowed to wear. Being  busy with household chores was the only shred
of normality she was able to cling  to.
"Very good, slave, you have learnt to serve me well," Richard informed
her.
"Yes, master, thank you master," Lee Ann dutifully replied.
She  carried on serving him in a dream like state, hardly able to
comprehend it was  for real. Being kept in a constant state of arousal had her meekly
serving him.  Every reward, including the wonderful sex, kept her
compliantly pandering to his  every whim. Much more of this, and she would be
completely lost.
"After  lunch, you will practice slave positions," he informed her.
Sitting on her  haunches on the floor at his feet emphasized her lowly
position. She thrust out  her breasts and spread her thighs.
"You are a beautiful little slave-girl,"  he told her.
Lee Ann glowed with pride. He was very demanding, controlling  everything
she did. She even had to ask him to use the bathroom. Sometimes he
supervised her there too. It had been embarrassing at first, but soon became  used to
it. She felt so wonderful now that he was please with her.
She  wondered what Jim would think if he knew what was happening. A
business rival  was putting his girlfriend through an irresistible slave training
regime.  Richard had tricked her into this. Their meeting at the club hadn't
been a  coincidence, it had all been arranged. She had been deliberately
aroused into a  state of abject submission, and sold to him.
At last she was allowed to wear  clothes. Lee Ann wore a leotard, stretched
tight over her body. Everything was  covered except her sex and breasts.
They were rudely revealed, purposely out on  display.
A visitor arrived and she was expected to serve them both. Lee Ann  stood
to attention, with a tray in one hand, ready to serve them drinks. The
visitor, Sheila, wore an all in one leather suit. It looked as though she had
been poured into it. Richard couldn't keep his eyes off the woman.
He tried  to keep the conversation casual, though he was having an obvious
difficulty  concentrating, ever since she removed a coat. They ignored the
slave during  dinner, only acknowledging its presence to demand a splash of
wine or morsel of  food.
They settled back in large comfortable easy-chairs in the lounge. Lee  Ann
stood unobtrusively between them, ready to serve. She felt so pathetic being
 ignored, though that was preferable to being teased.
She dare not step out  of line, for he would find a way of humiliating her;
which would push her ever  more deeply into a submissive role. Though how
that might be different from how  she was behaving now, it was hard to
discern. He had her right where he wanted,  behaving how he wanted.
"What do you think of my slave, Sheila?" Richard  asked.
"It has a nice figure, and it seems well behaved," Sheila  commented.
"Would you like to inspect her?" Richard asked.
"Of course, I  thought you would never ask," she gently laughed.
"Slave," he stated, to gain  her attention. "Stand there, and slip that
thing off," he offhandedly ordered.  He pointed to a spot on the carpet
between them, where he wanted her.
Lee  Ann lowered her head in supplication, feeling afraid, unable to refuse
yet  another degrading command. She stood between them stretching her body
and the  leotard, pulling at it, rolling the thin garment from her body. She
shook her  long blonde hair from around her face, and stood up straight.
"Turn around,  let our guest get a good look at you," Richard casually
said. He had seen it all  before. He was watching Sheila's reaction, gauging
her interest.
Lee Ann  felt so terrible yet she could do nothing but obey. It was far
more demeaning  with the two of them examining her naked body. Her shaved pussy
was on view,  though she kept her legs together, hiding as much as she
could.
"Take a  closer look," Richard invited.
In an agony of embarrassment she felt the  woman standing close, towering
over her. They were purposely humbling her,  making her feel low and mean.
Richard already had her feeling like an object,  something he owned. Despite
the humiliation she felt a warm glow, as her master  was showing her off like
a prized possession.
"I paid a lot for her," he  commented.
Lee Ann cringed at the callous remark.
Sheila took hold of a  nipple and twisted it. With both hands she rubbed
and weighed the breasts, then  ran her hands down the slave's smooth flesh.
Over her belly one hand glided,  while fingers gripped and twisted a nipple.
Sheila pushed a hand lower,  holding the slave's crotch, pushing upward,
cupping its sex.
"It reacts  easily enough. Does it always get sexed up from having its
breasts worked?"  Sheila casually asked.
"Yes. Its breasts and nipples are very sensitive. The  slave responds
uncontrollably by pulling on its nipples," he stated.
"Good!  I like that," Sheila commented. She pushed two fingers into the
slave's pussy,  finding it flowing with sex juices.
Lee Ann flinched, from both the nasty  comments and the fingers delving so
carelessly into her private place. It was no  longer hers, since he had
bought her at the club, so it belonged to him.
It  was in the club she had come to realize the truth. She was
uncontrollably sexed  up when someone, anyone, touched her breasts. It was an awful
discovery. She  felt pathetic to be manipulated so easily. Like a sex doll
having its string  pulled, her sex automatically opened up, ready to be fucked.
The woman  expertly manipulated her sex and wrapped an arm around her body
to press fingers  between the cheeks. Lee Ann opened her mouth to let the
woman explore with a wet  tongue. The woman insistent tongue was tinged with
the taste of red wine.
A  finger found her asshole and pressed gently there too. Lee Ann tried to
relax,  not wanting to be hurt, yet her whole body was on fire in a tense
state of  arousal.
The persistent finger gently entered her. Lee Ann had fingers  exploring
her vagina, with a thumb finding her bud. The thumb pressed it, rubbed  it,
teasing it. Her breathing rate increased with urgent gasps, as the right
pressure was found. The woman expertly manipulated her into arousal.
Lee Ann  couldn't help it she was on the cusp of an orgasm. The finger in
her bottom  seemed to meet the fingers in her vagina, through the thin wall
separating them.  This dominant woman had worked her up into a torrid state
within seconds. She  was a helpless bundle of nerves, only just able to stand.
Her legs trembled.  With her hands at her sides her whole body wavered
around. Needing to reach out  to this stranger she instead had to be compliant,
while manipulated. She was  barely aware of what was happening around her,
or even where she was. Every  sense was concentrated on that small area of
her sex, and sensitized nipples.
The woman leant in and bit on a nipple, then gently sucked it into her
mouth.
Lee Ann threw back her head, and yelped in the throws of an orgasm.
"What do you say?" Richard demanded.
"Thank you mistress, for the  orgasm," Lee Ann murmured, with a look of
shame. The automatic response had  become a habit; deeply ingrained from the
training.
"That was impressive!"  Sheila sighed. "I feel in need myself after that,"
 she huskily stated.
Sheila lowered the slave to her knees. Sitting down she beckoned to the
slave with a crook of a finger. Her eyes were narrow slits, with a look on her
 face of intense sexual need.
"That was a real turn on," she murmured. "Here  slave, you can learn to
like a woman's taste," she smiled, and unzipped the  crotch of the leather
suit.
Lee Ann's face was forced between the woman's  legs and roughly pressed
into her sex. It smelt unfamiliar. She was used to a  man's sexual heady
aroma; learning to love it recently. Even the taste of sperm  was now enjoyed.
Still in the after glow of an orgasm Lee Ann was compliant.  As a slave she
was obedient, so got on with the unfamiliar task of licking a  woman's sex.
The woman guided her with movements and instructions.
Richard  was enthralled with the impromptu entertainment. At first his
slave was  hesitant. As a slave, giving pleasure had become her sole aim in
life, so she  soon became enthusiastic. He could tell it wasn't just to get the
task completed  as quickly as possible. His slave was licking and sucking
with  enthusiasm.
Watching Sheila in the throws of an orgasm was interesting too.  She was an
important member of the circuit with good contacts. He courted her
approval for his own ends, and she mentored him for the same reason.
Sheila  put a hand between her legs and cupped her sex hard. "I needed that,
" Sheila  laughed.
"There's a private function this evening. I'd like to enter your  slave,
Richard," Sheila casually asked.
Lee Ann was sent away to fetch  drinks. She was worried what they had in
store for her, but by the time she  returned they had completed the
arrangements. As a slave she no longer had a say  in how or where, or who she was to
serve.
Lee Ann didn't like the idea of a  wrestling match. It was ladies night at
the health club and Sheila had entered  her as a slave. Some of the
mistresses were wrestling too.
After drawing  lots, she was thankfully matched against an older woman,
someone she would have  a chance of beating. The opponent, May, was an
important business woman she knew  of, but hadn't met before.
The woman was bigger, though everyone was, for  she was only five-four. Lee
Ann had been working out at the gym for a few  months, and was confident.
Although she had a slight build it might be to her  advantage, as she hoped
to be quicker and more agile than the older  woman.
There was a forfeit to be paid by the loser. It was worrying enough to
have her trying hard to win. Her Mistress hadn't warned her about the price to
be paid for losing. The forfeit was unknown as it would be pulled from a
bag  after the match. All she knew was that it could be highly embarrassing,
humiliating, or just silly.
One slave had to clean a mistress's house at the  weekend. A slave told her
the girl Judy, would make a thorough job of it. She  was so house-proud
cleaning was more of an obsession than a duty. Everyone  looked at Judy knowing
it was an amusing and fitting forfeit.
The drinks  flowed, loosening the mistresses up. They became more
boisterous and demanding  of their slaves.
After the next bout, slave Miranda had to run naked around  the block. It
was in the dark, but there were still a few people around to stop  and stare.
It was the fastest half mile she had ever run. Her large breasts  bounced
around as she stumbled in, out of breath. Everyone cheered and clapped,
encouraging her like a champion runner.
Slave Nelly had to strip naked and  stand in the gym's window, for passers
by to ogle. There were few people around  at that time of night; hurrying
home, or on their way out to a bar. She stood  absolutely still, hoping no one
would notice she was a real person. It worked,  until a bunch of young guys
walked passed. Of course they had to notice her.  They made rude gestures
and comments through the window.
Having consumed  enough wine to fire her courage she played up to them. She
started to pose from  their suggestions. She bent over, holding her ankles.
She was enjoying the  exhibition too much, so her mistress grabbed hold of
her. She put Nelly over her  knee and spanked her. It was in the window,
right in front of the guys, who  laughed and yelled with delight. The other
mistress's pulled them in before the  police were called. Eventually the guys
got bored and moved on.
After that,  Lee Ann felt obliged to carry out the dare, whatever it would
be. She too was a  little turned on by the exhibition. Not from looking at
the naked slaves, but  from the humiliating situations they had been placed
in. The thought of  displaying her naked body so blatantly to strangers, was
heating her up.
Like everyone else, she wore a bikini for the wrestling bout. Finding the
woman more of a challenge than expected worried her and she began to
hesitate.  The woman had oiled her body, so it was difficult to get to grips with
her. May  pulled her round, and hugged her tight, by her breasts. This was no
good, for  she was too vulnerable in this hold.
May gripped her breasts hard, squeezing  her nipples.
"Are you ready to give in yet, little slave girl?" May  whispered, in her
ear.
Lee Ann became angry and struggled free, to receive a  cheer. She turned
around in a crouch meaning to grab a leg, to pull the woman  down. The sudden
move worked, and the woman fell onto the mat. Unfortunately she  grabbed Lee
Ann, pulling her down with her.
In a mass of slippery limbs they  struggled for supremacy. The woman sat on
her, rubbing her ass over Lee Ann's  face. The crowed laughed as May played
up to them. Lee Ann was red with anger  and humiliation combined. She
lifted her legs up, trying to wrap them around her  opponent's neck in a winning
hold. Instead, the woman pushed her thighs down  onto the mat and bit her
pussy.
With legs spread akimbo, arms snaking around  near naked bodies, they
writhed like an octopus. An arm wound around a thigh,  pushing up tightly under
Lee Ann's crotch. May wrapped her other arm under an  armpit, gripping her
opponent tight. She lifted Lee Ann off the mat, in a  triumphal move.
Lee Ann was out of breath, panting heavily from exertion.  She lay there
defeated. She could feel the woman's bare arm tightly fitting over  her bare
lips, where the bikini had slipped awry. The top had been shoved up  exposing
her breasts, during a scrabble for a hold.
She could feel her pussy  wet against the woman's arm, hoping no one would
notice. The exhibition of her  naked body was turning her on. A bunch of
raucous strangers could see her body  and how turned-on she was. She couldn't
get out of her mind how embarrassing it  would be, displaying her naked hot
body before a bunch of young guys, like Nelly  had.
Lee Ann was pinned down on the mat unable to cover herself, helplessly
exposed to their laughter and the cheers for May. Her head was spinning from
the  fight, and from being so blatantly aroused before everyone.
Someone picked  the forfeit from a bag and everyone giggled then burst out
laughing. May looked  down at the vanquished maiden, mischievously grinning.
Lee Ann looked up at her  captor, worrying what was to happen next.
An evil looking dildo was handed  to May. She brandished it before her
captive, tapping her nose with it. Lee Ann  attempted a last futile struggle for
freedom. The woman was heavier, and too  athletic to shake off. May rubbed
the dildo over her lips. Lee Ann groaned, as  though in pain.
Her pussy was wet from having her breasts squeezed, and  nipples pinched.
Her bikini had almost been ripped off during the bout leaving  her exposed
and vulnerable.
It was awful to realize how wet and open she was. The dildo slipped in and
everyone clapped and cheered encouragement. The  humiliation of being
publicly worked on, was stoking her up. She couldn't  control her body, it was on
fire. She felt the woman rubbing her clit, on its  way in and out of a once
private place.
Lee Ann was in an agony of  embarrassment as she started to respond. There
was no going back, she just gave  in. She lay back, letting the woman work
her up to a climax. She shuddered with  a spasm of urgent need. Her legs
stiffened and stuck out straight, with toes  wriggling, obviously in the throes
of an orgasm.
Women were watching, and  recognized it was genuine. They found it
delightful that a slave was climaxing  before them. Some envied her, while others
reveled in her helplessness, wishing  they were working her like a helpless
doll.
Lee Ann opened her mouth to  protest, needing it to stop, only to hear her
voice quaver an animal, guttural  sound, inspired by the orgasm.
In a frightful state of humiliation she lay  on the mat, breathing heavily,
not daring to look at the cheering women. They  all knew she had enjoyed
it, probably thought she was a bi-sexual. Even Lee Ann  was wondering.
How could she tell them it was the feeling of being dominated,  and having
her breasts roughly grabbed, and her nipples squeezed. She couldn't  reveal
her breasts were so sensitive it made her uncontrollably sexed up.
In  the locker room May approached her. Lee Ann wanted to explain she wasn'
t a  lesbian. She felt the need to put the record straight. What could she
say? Still  unsure of herself, she stood before the imposing woman, trying to
get her  thoughts together.
"Err, excuse me, I just wanted to say. . ." she started,  but couldn't put
it into words. The sound of her voice seemed to have become so  pathetic,
and her mouth was dry.
"I need to tell you. I mean, I don't do  that sort of thing. I'm not a
lesbian. I'm not sure what happened," she  stammered.
"It's OK! It was just a bit of fun. I'll give you a lift and you  can tell
me on the way. It seems important to you, what happened out there," May
said. Her voice was in control, as though it was a business meeting, and she
was  expecting a report.
"It might do you good to bare your chest," the woman  lightly joked.
Lee Ann needed to refuse. She had to tell her she had a ride  home, or at
least back to her master.
"Err, Sheila is taking me back," she  started to say. It seemed so
dreadful to reveal to a stranger she had a master.  A sudden thought crossed her
mind. How could she be so stupid! This woman could  give her a lift home, and
so escape from being a slave.
The woman took hold  of her wrist and led her away. Every time she tried to
say something, the woman  cut her off, with some banal statement, or a
joke.
In the dark it was  difficult to see where they were driving too, but May
kept the conversation  going, asking all about her. Lee Ann answered the
questions, bringing her  boyfriend into the conversation as much as possible.
Before long they had  arrived, at the woman's home, not hers.
"I need to get back home," Lee Ann  said, sounding unsure of anything, let
alone the need to escape this dominant  woman.
"Come on, we'll have a coffee and sort you out," May told  her.
"Think of this as a debriefing," she joked. The commanding voice was
difficult to object to. Lee Ann found herself tamely followed the woman into the
 kitchen.
"Stand there, let me get a good look at you," May demanded. "You are  a
cute little thing," she commented. "Turn around, nice, very nice," she said.
Lee Ann felt terrible. It was all going badly wrong. She wondered why she
was lamely pandering to the woman. Had she been corrupted by Richard? It was
 partly the onslaught of instructions that kept her compliant. Richard had
trained her to obey him, and now this woman had her performing like a
slave.
Her submissiveness was growing, as the woman became more blatantly
dominating. The thought of becoming overwhelmed by her was frightening. She  needed
to get out of there quickly.
"I should get a taxi home," Lee Ann  said. She realised she didn't have
the taxi fare, not thinking about paying for  it on arriving home. Her mind
was in a whirl. All she could think of was this  woman fucking her with that
awful dildo. The picture of that appalling  exhibition, before strangers,
kept surfacing to haunt her.
"Nonsense, you're  not going anywhere, young lady. Sheila sold you to me. I
'll keep you until I'm  bored with you. You're my lovely slave girl now,"
she announced in an imperious  tone.
"I'm Richards slave," she blurted out. She hadn't meant to say it, the
thought popped out, leaving her feeling all the more weak and pathetic. She
had  admitted to being a slave! She should have condemned the notion.
How stupid  could she be? She thought the wrestling match was a last
humiliation before  being sent home. Instead she had yet again been passed on to a
stranger, as a  slave! She wasn't escaping she was becoming more deeply
ensnared into their game  of slavery.
"I've some clothes that would suit you much better. That slutty  dress
looks awful. Typical of Sheila's bad taste," she said.
Taking a hold  of Lee Ann's wrist, May led her to a spare room.
"Get out of that dress while  I get something more appropriate," she
demanded.
Not wanting to, Lee Ann  submitted to the onslaught of demands. The woman
was an important business  woman, used to ordering staff around, and getting
her own way. She felt like a  little girl being dressed by her aunt, who had
been such a big influence on her,  when she was little.
May was holding up a dress, looking Lee Ann up and  down.
Lee Ann felt terrible for she hadn't been allowed to wear underwear.  She
stood naked before a stranger trying to hide her body.
"Silly girl, I've  seen it all, haven't we all!" May laughed. "Slip into
this," she ordered. "No!  Just do as I say," she heavily commanded.
Lee Ann pulled on the dress. The  woman helped pull it over her head,
arranging the petticoats as it was pulled  down. Without warning, she grabbed Lee
Ann's breasts, manipulating them into the  dress.
The squeezing and pinching of her nipples wasn't as necessary as  that! Had
the woman guessed how turned on she became, while having her nipples
pinched, and her breasts roughly mauled? Damn! Sheila had told her all about her
weaknesses.
It had white taffeta petticoats, holding up the hem. The hem  bounced
around her hips, not covering her bottom or sex. The top was scooped  low, and
tight, pushing her breasts into a deep cleavage.
It would have  looked cute, except she was a twenty-four year old woman,
not a little kid. Lee  Ann realised the young girls dress was meant to demean
her. That didn't make any  difference, she felt stupid. Especially as this
woman was dressing her, as  though she were her little girly.
"Give me a twirl," May demanded. The pastel  pink dress floated around her
waist, lewdly showing off her sex and peachy  bottom.
"Excellent! Perfect! You look like a lovely little girly, my little  girly.
You can curtsy can't you?" she asked.
Lee Ann felt so humiliated, and  worst of all, she was becoming hot again.
"Do it again, curtsy, only  properly, and thank me for the nice dress, and
call me mistress," May  stipulated. "Just do it!" she fiercely demanded,
and pinched both nipples.
May pulled them over the top of the dress. Lee Ann's nipples were caught
under the tight fabric, pinching them!
Lee Ann caved in. It was impossible to  fight the demanding woman. She had
found that out earlier. She dutifully  curtsied.
"Thank you for the lovely dress, mistress," she sighed.
If it  took a moment of foolish embarrassment to satisfy the damn woman
then she would  have to submit to it. She needed to be returned to Richard, or
better still,  somehow get home.
She hoped the woman would quickly get this stupidity out  of her system,
and take her home. She looked around for her dress, not seeing  it. Hell! She
couldn't go home to her boyfriend dressed like this, or even leave  the woman
's house.
What would he think she had been up to? She was so  confused, and worked
up, she couldn't think straight. Otherwise she would have  thought of
explaining that wearing the dress was a forfeit for losing the bout.  But then she
would have had to tell him about the wrestling.
"Come along,  little girly, your mistress wants her coffee," May demanded.
Lee Ann meekly  followed along, back to the kitchen. At least once they had
a coffee she could  escape back to Richard, or home and back to normality.
"Make the coffee,  slave," May ordered.
"Yes, mistress," Lee Ann, automatically replied.
In  a fluster, Lee Ann made her way around the unfamiliar kitchen. The
whole house  was high tech and modern. It was a fabulous place, compared to
their shabby  apartment. She made two coffees and went to sit down.
"No! Little girls do  not sit until they are given permission!" May warned
her.
"I've," Lee Ann  started to say it was time to go.
"Little girls, do not speak unless spoken  to!" she interrupted, with a
warning. "If you don't do exactly as you are told,  you will be spanked, do
you understand, naughty girl?" May admonished  her.
"Err, yes, mistress," she answered.
Lee Ann felt pathetic, and it  heightened an already deep sense of
humiliation, and subservience. She had let  the woman fuck her, dress her, and order
her about so much, she felt small and  insignificant. She felt overawed in
this important woman's impressive home.  Everything was conspiring to push
her into a submissive role.
"I can see I  need to train you, to behave and to know your place," May
told her. "You will  have to learn to obey your superior," she stated.
"But mistress, I can't!  No!" Lee Ann blurted out. She couldn't say
another word, for her voice had risen  in pitch, to sound like a pathetic little
girly.
"I warned you!" May fiercely  said. She grabbed Lee Ann's arm and pulled
the young woman over her knees.
The little short dress flounced up around her waist, leaving her bottom
bare. She felt a hand slap a cheek, and it stung. "Owch!" she cried  out.
"Keep still, stop squirming or it will go harder on you!" May  warned.
Lee Ann tried to keep still as the woman kept up a fierce  spanking.
"What do you say?" she demanded
Lee Ann stood before her with  head bowed, feeling distraught. She was
hotter than when they wrestled! She had  been completely subdued, and knew it.
"Sorry, mistress," she murmured. The  act of apologizing pushed her deeper
into the role, of being this woman's little  girly.
"Not good enough! Promise to behave and do as you are told! Unless you
like being spanked, is that it, you dirty little girl? I have a paddle hanging
over there do you want to fetch it?" May demanded.
"Nnnooo! I mean, sorry  mistress. I will behave and do as I'm told, honest
mistress, please don't spank  me again, please!" Lee Ann pathetically
blurted out. It was terrible to realize  she meant it. The woman had her
crawling to her, and promising to obey her.

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