Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2010 17:20:48 EST
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: The Saleswoman. By JYM

I was desperate to make the sale and willing to do almost  anything to
close the deal.  The  real estate market had been in the pits for more than a
year and I was feeling  the pinch.  I hadn't made a sale in  months and I knew
the company was planning on cutting the sales staff to reduce  overhead.
My husband, Paul, and I  were too deeply in debt for me to allow that to
happen.
My name is Kate Ash and I was twenty-six years old at the  time these
events took place, almost four years ago.  My husband and I had been married for
three years and I was nearly three months pregnant with our first child.
Jim's a teacher and my income was, and  still is, a necessity.  We'd just
bought a house ourselves and were heavily in debt.  If I lost my job we'd be
ruined  financially.
I'm an attractive, athletic blonde with a good figure and  very beautiful
legs.  I have brown  eyes and freckles and I'm 5'4" tall.  I know I'm good
looking but I've never been vain about it.  It was just a fact of life, the
result  of good genes.  But when things  started to go bad, I knew that my
looks were one more asset that might  help.  So I started wearing shorter
skirts and more flattering blouses.  I'm kind of small on top, 34b, but......
Anyway, I was showing a nice colonial to a 30ish couple  from out of state,
both professionals who were being transferred here by the  company that
employed both of them.  They were typical yuppies - well-educated, making good
salaries, and  driving a Volvo.  They were living  the good life and not
making any excuses about it.  Both of them were rather good looking  and I
could tell that he was rather stuck on  himself.
The wife, whose name was Kim, was more down-to-earth and  I found her
rather likeable.  She  was taller than me, almost 5'10", and a redhead with
green eyes and a slender  build.  She was pretty but not vain  about it.  She
always wore slacks or  jeans but still managed to look very stylish.
I'd shown them a dozen houses and the colonial was the  only one they liked
enough to go back to for a second look.  I found myself hoping that they'd
make  an offer.  The house was going for  just over $300,000 and my
commission would go a long way toward relieving the  financial pressure.  They were
still  undecided after their second look and said they wanted to think
things  over.  They gave me the number of  the hotel where they were staying and
promised to call me the following  morning.
The next morning passed without a call and I had to  resist a strong urge
to call them.  I didn't want to appear too anxious.  Then, about 1:00 p.m., I
got a call from  Kim.  She said she wanted to see the  house again and
asked me to pick her up.  She mentioned that her husband was out on his own and
wouldn't be coming  with us.  I picked her up in front  of the hotel a few
minutes later.  It was a hot humid day, typical August weather around here,
and she was  wearing a leather vest over sleeveless top made of white
skinny-ribbed cotton, a  short leather skirt, and sandals.  Her legs were bare and
I felt a momentary flash of jealousy because they  were very beautiful, even
more beautiful than mine.  The leather gave her an exotic look that  was
slightly disturbing in ways I couldn't define.
When she got into the car she gave me a big smile and  said, "Okay, let's
go.  I'm in the  mood to buy!"  She settled into the  seat, turning toward
me slightly after buckling her seat belt.  Her skirt rode up to show a lot
of her  long, firm thighs.
I was in a good mood as we drove out to the house.  I had a prospect that
was in a buying  mood!  We chatted about politics,  schools, neighborhoods,
and quite a variety of other topics.  Once inside the house, Kim wanted the
full tour all over again - basement to attic.  We spent over an hour
examining every  room.  Then we went over the yard  and the garage - 2 cars,
attached.  Finally, we wound up back in the kitchen.  The house was empty, devoid
of  furniture, so I wasn't surprised when Kim hoisted herself onto the
counter by  the sink.  I picked up my briefcase  and set it down on the island,
then turned to face her, leaning back against the  island.  "Well, what do
you  think?"
She hesitated and kicked her sandals off before  replying.  "I like the
house.  I'm prepared to sign an offer at the  asking price.  And I'll mention
this  - the company is making a major move into this area.  I'll be
spearheading the relocation of  certain employees."  She paused and  glanced out the
window before continuing.  "About 50 of them, and I'll be in a position to
recommend a real estate  agency to handle things on this end.  Exclusively."

I caught my breath.  She was talking big money!  "That sounds great!"  It
was  hard to keep the enthusiasm out of my voice.
"I'll sign the offer now.  But first I want you to do something for  me."
And she looked me right in the  eye, pinning me with those big green eyes
that seemed to look right through  me.
"What do you want me to do?"  I was wary of some proposal for kicking
back part of my commission.
She smiled and said, "Beg."
I guess my shock showed because I heard her chuckle as I  glanced out the
window and than back at her.  "I'm sorry?  What did you say?"  I'd heard
her, but I thought I must be  mistaken.
"Beg.  I want  you to beg me to buy the house."
I stared at her in shock!  I'd heard right and my reaction was  confusing
me - part of me was scared and appalled, but part of me was very  excited.  I
felt flushed, my throat  constricted - like I might cry.  I  wanted to tell
her to go to hell, but I felt like I had when I was a child.  You know what
I mean, when a parent  knows you've done something wrong and want you to
admit it or be punished - you  know you should admit it but some perverse part
of you keeps you from doing  it.  So you get punished.  That's how I felt
at that  moment.
I opened my mouth to speak and she waved her hand, "No,  on your knees.
Get down on your  knees and beg."
I stared into her eyes as I dropped to my knees.  "Please, Kim, buy the
house.  Please, I'm begging.  I need the sale.  Please." I felt a strange
sense of  satisfaction as I knelt before her.  It was mixed with humiliation,
disgust, and a huge dose of  excitement.
She watched, swinging one foot idly.  "Not bad, but you can do better."
She paused for a moment, thinking.  "Kiss my foot and then beg some  more."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and leaned  forward.  As I kissed her
foot, I  wondered what my husband or my friend's would think if they saw me.  I
kissed her foot and whispered,  "Please, please, buy the house.  Please, I'
ll do.....anything."  I glanced up and saw the smile of satisfaction on her
 face.
She snapped her fingers.  "Give me the offer and I'll sign  it."
I jumped up and got the paperwork out of my  briefcase.  I put in the
asking  price and the date and gave it to her to sign.  She signed and handed it
back without  comment and I replaced it in my briefcase.  When I turned
around, she was standing close behind me.  She reached out and cupped my chin in
 her hand, raising my face until I was staring right into her eyes.  "You
enjoyed it, didn't  you?"
I hesitated, then shook my head and whispered, "No!  I didn't, it was
humiliating!"
She chuckled, tightening her grip on my chin.  "That's why you enjoyed it!
 Isn't it?  And don't lie to me again, not now, not  ever!"
I stared at her in silence for a moment, and then glanced  away.
"Yes, damn you!  I enjoyed it.  Are you  satisfied?"  And I started to
cry.
She shook her head.  "No, I'm not satisfied.  Not  yet.  Not for a long
time."  She was still holding my chin with one  hand.  I felt the other touch
the  front of my blouse and I realized that she was unbuttoning it.  I
grabbed her wrist with both hands and  held on tightly.
She leaned closer and hissed, "Drop your hands to your  sides and don't
ever raise them to me again!"  I held her for a moment and then dropped  my
hands to my sides.  I stared at a  freckle on her neck, tears running down my
cheeks, as she unbuttoned my blouse  and pushed it open.
Then she released me and stepped back.  "Unhook your bra and bare your
breasts."
I was past resisting.  My bra hooked in front.  I unhooked it and opened it
to expose my  breasts.  She smiled.  "Nice!  Pretty tits and I love those
big, pink  nipples.  Finish undressing now and  then get down on your knees."
As I shrugged my blouse off I asked, "Why?  You're a married woman!  Why
are you doing  this?"
"That's a fair question.  First of all, Ken is a prop.  Our marriage is a
marriage of  convenience.  He's gay and so am  I.  Does the term `leather
dyke'  mean anything to you?"
I shook my head as I folded my blouse and laid it on the  counter.  She
smiled, "what a  sheltered life you've led!  Well, to  make it short and
simple - I'm heavily into leather - S&M - and I'm looking  for a slave.  A
pretty little slave  like you!"
I folded my bra and put it on top of my blouse as I  stepped out of my
shoes.  I glanced  at Kim and said, "May I ask a question?" She nodded, so I
asked.  "What made you think you could enslave  me?"
She shrugged.  "Instinct.  I sensed a strong  submissive streak in you.  It
seemed  to me as if you were ready.  And you  are, aren't you?  By the way,
you  should address me as Miss Kim, or ma'am."
I was unbuttoning my skirt and I paused, "Yes,  ma'am.  I was ready but I
didn't  know it.  I've felt as if something  was missing and now...."  I
let my  voice trail off.  I didn't know how  to explain how I felt.  Any words
I  could think of would sound trite.  I  slipped my skirt off and folded
it.  That left me wearing white thigh highs and a pair of thong panties.
Kim glanced at my legs and said, "Leave the stockings  on.
You'll seem more naked that if you were totally  nude."
I nodded and slipped my panties down.  They joined the pile.  Then I
dropped to my knees and faced my  mistress.  She snapped her  fingers.  "Come to
me on your  belly.  Lick my feet in  submission.  Beg for  slavery."
I felt a jolt of excitement as I listened to her.  Then I was on my belly,
licking her  feet.  "Please, ma'am, take me as  your slave.  I want to be
your  slave.  Please.... I'll do  anything!  Please...."
"You are a submissive little slut, aren't  you?"
"Yes, Miss Kim, I'm a submissive slut.  And I want to be your slave."  I
continued to lick her feet, rubbing  myself against the floor.
She let me grovel for several minutes.  Then she said, "Enough, slave!  Get
up."
I got to my feet and she cupped my breasts, lifting them  to test their
weight and running her thumbs over my nipples.  They immediately hardened into
tight,  pointed nubs.  I moaned and  whispered, "Oh, God!  That feels  soooo
good!"
She chuckled.  "Enjoy it while you can!  In  a minute you're going to
clasp your hands behind your neck and walk over to the  sliding glass door.  You'
re going to  press yourself against it and stand there while I whip your
tight little ass  until you can't stand it and wet yourself."
I moaned.  "No, please....."  But, of  course, I obeyed when she told me
to take my stockings off and get into  position.  Totally nude now, I
clasped my hands behind my neck and walked over to the door.  I spread my legs a
little more than  shoulder width apart and pressed myself against the glass.
Despite the head, the glass felt cool  against my breasts, belly, and
thighs.  Kim took a braided leather whip out of her purse.  It was about 18" long
and had a wrist  strap.
I held my breath as she moved up behind me.  "This is going to hurt.  Go
ahead and scream if you want, but  don't move.  It you move I'll make  your
turn around and I'll whip your tits!  I'll stop when you piss."
I leaned my forehead against the glass and whispered,  "Please, nooooo."
She came up behind me and touched my shoulder.  "I'll give you one chance.
 You can put your clothes on and  leave.  I'll still buy the house and
still use you as the primary agent for relocations." Then she leaned and kissed
 me on the shoulder.
I glanced over my shoulder and our eyes met.  I held her eyes with mine for
a long  minute before whispering, "Whip me.  Whip me now before I change my
mind.  Whip me so that I know I'm a  slave!"
She stepped back and I saw the motion of her arm  reflected in the glance.
I  tensed.  The whip cut across my  buttocks and I bit my lip to keep from
screaming.  It burned like fire!  I whimpered and the tears started to
flow.  Each stroked caused me to  jump and press myself against the glass.  My
wet pussy smeared my juices on the clean glass.  I was sobbing aloud by the
sixth  stroke.  I began to scream on the  next one.  By the tenth I was
screaming and sobbing continuously.  I begged for mercy and promised to be a
good slave.  She continued to whip me with hard, even  strokes that cut across
my buttocks and thighs like a hot wire.  I began to dance from foot to foot,
 screaming and begging.  She raised  her aim and the whip cut across my
back.  The tip catching the side of my breast.  Four or five of those were
enough.  I let go and pissed, sobbing in pain and  humiliation - delicious
humiliation.
The whipping stopped immediately.  Kim waited until I was done  pissing.
The she told me to turn  around.  She was crouching, holding  a vibrator in
her right hand, the base of the vibrator braced against her  thigh.  "Keep
your hands clasped  behind your neck and come over here.  Straddle my leg and
fit yourself onto the  vibrator."
I walked over to her, leaving wet footprints on the  floor, and straddled
her leg.  I  lowered myself and moaned as I felt the vibrator touch my pussy
lips.  She had it turned on.  I eased myself down onto it and she used  her
free hand to play with my nipples while I fucked myself on the  vibrator.
After my orgasm, she  kissed me on the mouth and told me that I was going to
make a fantastic sex  slave.  There were paper towels and  glass cleaner in
one of the cabinets.  Kim told me to clean up the mess I'd made.  "But
first, soak your panties in piss  and then put them in your mouth."
I got down on my knees, sobbing, and soaked my panties in  the puddle of
urine.  Then I put  them in my mouth.  Then, totally  humiliated, I cleaned
the floor on my hands and knees.  Kim made me keep the wet panties in my
mouth until we left the house.  Then, just before we walked out the door, she
let me take them out of my  mouth.  "Stuff them in your  ass."  I glanced at
her and  obediently lifted my skirt and stuffed the wet panties into my
ass.
As we walked down the steps, Kim asked me if there was  anything I wanted
to say.  I  hesitated, and then said, "I'm three months  pregnant."
She put her hand on my arm and stopped me.  "Kate, are you sure you don't
want to  back out of this?"
I nodded.  "I'm sure.  I want to be a  slave.  Your slave."  I hesitated.
"Your consideration is appreciated.  But I'm a  slave."
She nodded.  "Yes, you are."
We walked to my car and got in.  On the way back to her office she asked
me what I was going to do about Paul.  I shrugged.  "Do you want me  to stay
with him?  Or shall I  divorce him?"
"I'm amazed that you're so ready to do this!  Does he know you're
pregnant?"
"No, not yet.  I was going to tell him in a week or so."
She thought it over for a moment.  "Divorce him.  I want you to come and
live with  us.  Ken will fuck you now and then  if you need cock.  He likes a
dose  of cunt once in a while.  And you  have a nice tight ass like a boy, he
'll use you there  too."
I went home and packed some clothes.  I left Paul a  note.
Then I drove over to the hotel where Kim and Ken were  staying to begin
living as a slave.  That night, while I licked pussy for the first time, Ken
fucked me in the  ass.  Another first.  My life as a nude sex slave was
underway.

The End