Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2010 21:32:36 EDT
From: "Laura Davis" <ldavis4@hotmail.com>
Subject: Career Change

Career Change by Laura  Lynn Davis F/F, F/F, Slavery

I was a little scared but I accepted the assignment  anyway. I was just out
of training and couldn't afford to turn down an  assignment because I found
it distasteful. My assignment was to frequent a  lesbian bar named
Leathergrrl in order to meet an Asian woman named April Wu. I  didn't know why the
Agency was interested in her and I knew better than to  ask.
My assignment was to attract her attention by playing the  part of a
submissive lesbian new to the area. The fact that I was blonde,  athletic, and
rather pretty played a large part in my selection. As did the fact  that I was
actually new to the area and completely unattached. My name for the
assignment was Hanna Stevens and I was supposed to be looking for a job after
being laid off from a dot.com that had just gone  under.
I made my first visit on a Tuesday night. I had a couple  of drinks,
circulated around, and even danced with a couple of women. Then I  skipped a
night. I went back on Thursday and the next two nights after that  without seeing
anyone who fit April's description. I was under strict orders not  to even
mention her name. I did my best to play the part. On Thursday I was  wearing
sweats, having just come from the gym. I danced with a cute redheaded
domme who slipped her hands into my sweat pants and into my panties. She fondled
 my buttocks while we danced and I was shocked to realize that I enjoyed
having  her hands on my bare ass.
After the third or fourth dance she took me out thought  the back door and
pushed me up against the wall. While she was kissing me I told  myself I was
just playing a part. I told myself the same thing when she pulled  my sweat
pants and panties down around my ankles and went down on me. I stared  up
at the sky and moaned with pleasure while she explored me with her tongue. It
 was my first time with another woman and my first orgasm that I hadn't
induced  myself.
The whole experience left me shaken and I almost didn't  go back on Friday.

In fact, I almost backed out of the assignment. But that  would have ended
my career before it got started so I talked myself into going  back. I didn'
t see the redhead that night nor did I see her on Saturday. I later  learned
it was because she was pilot with a charter service, flying Learjets,  and
was out of town.
I stayed away on Sunday and went back late in the evening  on Monday. I was
sitting at the bar when a beautiful Asian tomboy stepped up  next to me and
said, "Hi, I'm April Wu. Can I buy you a drink?" As she spoke she  put her
hand on my knee.
I was wearing shorts, a cropped tank top, and running  shoes. I shivered as
her hand moved onto my thigh. "I'm Hanna Stevens. Thanks, I  could use
another. Vodka, rocks."
She stroked my thigh as we chatted. I fed her my cover  story in dribs and
drabs. I learned that she was the daughter of a rich Chinese  business man
with connections all over the world. She ran his local office for  him. We
danced and drank and talked and although nothing was ever said by the  end of
the evening it was understood that I was with  April.
She was an interesting person and I was fascinated with  her. Shortly after
one a.m. she glanced at her watch and said, "Time to go." She  stood up
and held out her hand. I stood up and took her hand and let her walk me  out
to my car. She kissed me and pointed out her black Lexus. "Follow me to my
place." It never occurred to me not to obey.
She lived in a luxury condo down near the river. When the  elevator doors
closed she smiled at me and said, "Take your clothes off." I  obeyed without
hesitation. I was scared and nervous but I wanted to be  naked for her.
She lived on the top floor, in one of two penthouse  condos. I carried my
clothes in my left hand and followed her down the hall to  her door. I left
my things on a table in the foyer and she took my hand and led  me on a tour
of her condo. It was luxurious beyond anything I'd ever seen. We  wound up
in her rooftop garden. She kissed me and fondled me and masturbated me  to
orgasm while I whimpered and moaned with pleasure. Then she took me over her
knee and spanked me with a leather strap until I was  sobbing.
Finally, she put me on my knees and smiled as she fondled  my bare tits.
"Okay, Hanna Stevens or should I say Jane Wilson, it's  time to make a
choice. Stay with the Agency or stay with me. As my  slave."
I stared at her in shock and she laughed. "I've known who  you were since
before we met. I wasn't going to bother with you but then I saw  how pretty
you are, how truly submissive, and I couldn't resist. So what's it to  be?"
I got to my feet and whispered, "I can't stay with you.  I'm not a slave!
I'm not!" I ran back inside, found my clothes and got  dressed. I was
crying when I got onto the elevator. I went to my apartment and  almost called
my supervisor. But I didn't. I went to bed and spent the night  tossing and
turning.
I stumbled out of bed at 6:00 a.m. and took a long hot  shower. Then I put
on my best suit and drove down to the local office. I spent  an hour with my
supervisor explaining what had happened. Then I submitted my  resignation.
I drove straight to  April's from the office.
When he met me at the elevator she was wearing a short  silk robe that
showed off her slim, beautiful legs. When I told her what I'd  done she called
me a stupid cunt and told me to get out. She laughed at my  expression and
said, "What? You thought I wanted you because you were pretty and  submissive?
I can have a dozen women more beautiful than you by just snapping my
fingers. You were going to be my spy in the agency you dumb  whore."
As she spoke a young woman opened the condo door. She was  very young,
maybe eighteen or nineteen, and extremely beautiful. She was nude  and wore a
gold collar around her neck. "Mistress, please come back to bed." She  pouted
prettily until April slipped one arm around her waist. I turned and  pushed
the button for the elevator. I heard them laughing as the doors closed
behind me.
So there I was, twenty-three and my career with the  Agency was over. I'd
discovered that I was submissive with other women and liked  it. But now I
had no job, no income, and I knew the Agency would blacklist me  and I'd never
find another job with any branch of the federal government and  probably
not with any state or local government  either.
Not knowing what else to do, I went back to Leathergrrl  that night. The
redhead, whose name was Stacy, came in that night. She bought me  a drink and
I told her about the fiasco. She smiled and slowly unbuttoned my  shirt.
She chuckled when she  discovered that my bra hooked in front. She unsnapped
it and fondled my bare  tits openly while I sat there blushing.
Then she said, "I could use a pretty house girl. But you  have to pass a
test first." She reached into her pocket and brought out a  sterilized packet
of acupuncture needles. She tossed them on the table and said,  "Put one
through each nipple."
I took a long sip of my drink. I was delaying because I  was scared. After
a moment Stacy smiled. "Do you want me to do it?" I hesitated,  then
nodded. "Can you hold still or do you need to be  restrained?"
I took a deep breath. "I can hold still." I wasn't sure I  could but I didn
't want to seem like a total coward. She pushed my shirt open  further and
cut my bra off with a small pocket knife. Then she cupped my left  breast
and teased my nipple erect. I stared into her eyes to avoid watching what  she
was doing. A half-dozen women had gathered around to watch. She grabbed the
 tip of my nipple and drove the needle through with one strong push. I bit
my lip  to keep from screaming. Tears streamed down my face.  She smiled and
said, "Good  girl."
I sat there, crying silently, while she cupped my right  breast and teased
my nipple. This time she had to bend and suck it for a moment  to get it
erect. And this time I couldn't help a short yelp of pain as the  needle
penetrated my nipple. Then it was done. I sat there, crying, while dabbed  some
vodka onto my nipples to clean the wounds. The vodka stung like the devil,
bringing a renewed wave of tears. She kissed me and told me I was a good girl.
 Then she buttoned my shirt while I sat there  crying.
So I agreed to become her live-in house girl and slave.  She wanted me to
agree to a year but I talked her down to six months. All of my  personal
possessions were in the trunk of my car since I'd had to vacate the  apartment
the Agency had been renting for me. We had another couple of drinks  and
danced a few times. The pain in my nipples kept me alert and  energized.
We left Leathergrrl shortly after midnight. I followed  Stacy to her place,
an older house out near the airport. It was close enough to  be convenient
but not close enough to be in the flight path. It was an old  farmhouse that
had been a near-ruin when she bought it. She'd begun renovating  it almost
immediately and at the time she `acquired' me she'd been working on it  for
a year and was about half finished.
The old barn behind her house served as garage and  workshop. She opened
the double door with her remote and motioned for me to park  on the left. I
pulled into the garage and parked. When I got out of the car she  was waiting.
"We'll bring your things in tomorrow." She took me inside and I sat  on a
stool while she removed the needles and cleaned my nipples with  alcohol.
When she was done she kissed me and said, "Take your  clothes off, slave.
You won't wear clothes in the house, ever." I slipped out  of my clothes
and she took me on a tour, proudly showing off the rooms she'd  finished
already - kitchen, living room, dining room downstairs bath, and one  bedroom.
It was very impressive.
My nipples still hurt and I whimpered when she fondled my  tits after we
went to bed. But she obviously enjoyed hearing me whimper because  she
continued to play with them while she bucked me with a strap-on. The pain  mixed
with the pleasure and I came with an explosive rush, screaming with  pleasure
as she pinched my sore nipples.
Afterward, we lay quietly, drenched with sweat, and she  fondled me gently.

"You liked the pain, didn't  you?"
I nodded. "Yes. I wouldn't have believed it if someone  had told me I
would, but I did."
She kissed me. "You're my pretty pain slut. Now go to  sleep. I have a
flight in the morning."
She was up at five a.m. and gone by six. She fondled me  for a moment while
she told me she'd be back in the evening. "I've left a note  for you -
chores for you to do. Stay naked and be a good  girl."
I nodded sleepily and arched my back, pressing my cunt  against her hand.
She chuckled and promised to fuck me hard when she got  home. I masturbated
myself to orgasm after she left and then went back to sleep.  I woke up
again about 8:30 and took a shower before going downstairs. I found it
strangely satisfying not to have to agonize over what to wear. The house was
pleasantly warm and I didn't mind being nude.
I found Stacy's note on the kitchen table. I was to do  the laundry, dust
and vacuum, and mow the lawn. She said the yard was private  enough for me to
work outside in the nude but I could wear shorts and a t-shirt  if I
wished. She also mentioned that a woman named Maria would arrive at 1:00  p.m. to
cut my hair and give me a full bikini wax. "She has my permission to  punish
you if necessary but she'd doesn't have my permission to use you
sexually. In other words, she can whip your pretty ass but she can't fondle it.  Be
a good girl."
I made some toast and poured myself a cup of coffee. I  sat at the kitchen
table and read the morning paper while I ate. Then I got to  work. I made
our bed and straightened up the bedroom, gathering all of Stacy's  discarded
clothing. What could be washed went into the clothes basket and that  which
needed dry cleaning was folded and put aside.
I put the laundry in and while the washer was running I  dusted and
vacuumed the finished rooms. Heeding Stacy's warnings about nails and  debris I
stayed out of those rooms where she was working. After putting the  laundry
into the dryer I slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went  outside.
I sat on the steps while I  put my running shoes on. Then I got the riding
mower out and mowed the lawn. It  took me a few minutes to get the damn thing
started but once it was running I  didn't have any problems. Well I did
murder some flowers before I got the hang  of it but that was minor.
After a while, lulled by the warm sun, I slipped my  t-shirt off and then
my shorts. Of course then I had to stop and put some SPF40  suntan lotion on
places that had never been exposed to the sun. But I finished  mowing just
before Maria arrived. She had a remote that opened the gate at the  bottom of
the driveway. I scampered into the house through the back door and  waited
for her to ring the bell. When I opened the door she smiled and said,  "Hi, I
'm Maria. You must be Jane. Nice to meet  you."
I shook her hand and said, "Nice to meet you, too." If  she was surprised
to see me nude she didn't show it. She was a small Hispanic  woman in her
mid thirties. I sat on a chair, straddling it, while she cut my  hair. She cut
it very short, remarking that Stacy preferred the tomboy look. She  didn't
bother with a smock since I was naked.
After she was done cutting my hair she trimmed my pubic  hair and then
removed it with warm wax and strips of cheesecloth. It hurt like  hell. The
result was surprisingly, shockingly erotic. She had me roll over onto  my belly
while she made sure to get every trace of hair below my navel. I  blushed
when she casually spread my buttocks to get the stray hairs around my  anus,
pulling each with a pair of tweezers. She left the peach fuzz on my  buttocks
and thighs, saying that it would bleach out in the sun and contrast  nicely
with my tan.
I glanced at her and remarked that I wasn't that tan. She  grinned. "You
will be." She packed up and left and I went to take a shower. She  promised
to tell Stacy that I'd been a good girl.
Stacy called me about five p.m. and said she'd be home in  an hour. She
told me to pick out a pretty sun dress and she'd take me out to  dinner. "A
sun dress and sandals, nothing else."
I rubbed a coco butter lotion into every inch of skin  that I could reach
and was waiting by the door when Stacy came in. My sun dress  was laid out on
the bed for her approval. She glanced at me when she came in and  said, "
You should be on your knees. I'll let it go this time but next time  you'll
be whipped."
I shivered at her casual tone, realizing, for the first  time I think, that
I really was a slave. "When ever I enter a room you should  drop to your
knees and wait to be released." I sank to my knees and she ruffled  my hair.  "
I'm going to take a  shower. Come with me."
She showered and washed her hair. When she was done I  dried her with a
fresh towel and the dried her hair for her. She told me about  the flight while
she was getting dressed. She approved of my choice of sun dress  and told
me to put in on. I slipped it on and then put my sandals on and  followed her
out to the car.
We had dinner at a steak place downtown. My sun dress was  very short and
showed off my thighs. After dinner, Stacy took me dancing at a  lesbian bar
near the university. I blushed when she lifted my dress and openly  fondled
my bare ass. But I liked it, liked being owned, liked being exposed  whether
I wanted it or not. I discoverer that being a slave, with no decisions  to
make, removed almost all of the stress associated with modern life. There was
 some anxiety, and stress, over pleasing Stacy but it was minor compared to
what  had disappeared.
Stacy was a stern mistress but fair. She punished me when  and I deserved
it but she wasn't a sadist. She did inflict some gratuitous pain  to test her
control, and my limits, but she wasn't cruel. The worst time was  when she
bent me over a saw horse and tied me tightly, spreading my buttocks  with
duct tape. I screamed when she pushed a hot acupuncture needle into the
tender area around my anus. She pushed it in a good ½ inch and left it.  Another
followed as soon as my scream  had faded to sobs. After three, I screamed
the safe word, MOMMMY, but she just  chuckled. She pushed another needle in
and I screamed and screamed. I felt an  enormous sense of betrayal because she'
d ignored the safe  word.
I was sobbing like a baby when she removed the needles  and released me.
She told me never to fully trust anyone, even her, and  then she held me
while I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. When I stopped she  kissed me and
asked, "What are you?"
I sniffed and whispered, "A slave. I'm a  slave."
She stroked me gently and whispered, "Don't you ever  forget it. I own you
this isn't a game. There are no safe words." She kissed me  again and told
me I was a pretty bitch. I sighed as she spread my legs and  slipped a
finger into my cunt. A few minutes later I was screaming again, this  time with
pleasure, as she brought me to orgasm time after  time.
Later, in the bedroom, I went to her on my belly and  licked her feet in
abject submission. "What are  you?"
I paused and whispered, "I'm a slave. Your slave. Your  pretty bitch."
Then I continued to lick her feet until she patted the  mattress and said, "
Up here, now."
That night, she slipped into the strap-on and patted me  on the knee. "Roll
over onto your belly and spread your buttocks." I cried but I  obeyed. She
greased the dildo and then greased my anus while I cried softly.  Then she
sodomized me for the first time. She made me lace my hands together  behind
my neck to keep me from masturbating. I lay there, staring at the wall,
while she bucked me in my ass with long, hard strokes. The dildo pounding
against her clit brought her to at least two orgasms while she bucked  me.
When she was done she tied my wrists behind my back to  prevent me from
masturbating while she was asleep. I cried and promised I  wouldn't masturbate
without permission. She kissed me and said, "I know but I'd  prefer to have
you on your belly, helpless, for this one  night."
I realized when she spread me again and slipped a butt  plug into my ass. I
cried myself to sleep. Sometime around three a.m. I woke up  and had to
urinate. I managed it, straddling the toilet while I peed. When I  returned to
bed she stroked my buttocks for several minutes and then slipped her  hand
between my legs and masturbated me to orgasm. I thanked her after I came  but
she was already snoring gently.
She began to teach me the skills that her father had  taught her. She let
me wear jeans, a work shirt, and work boots while we worked  to renovate the
rest of the house. I learned the rudiments of carpentry, how to  hang
drywall and tape a joint. I learned how to apply joint compound and how to  sand
it with a minimum of effort. She taught me how to paint and hang wallpaper
and any number of other useful skills. I enjoyed every moment of it. Even
when  she took me across her knee after I made a stupid mistake for the second
time.  She never spanked me for a first mistake but a second got my jeans
pulled down  while she applied the flat of her hand to my bare bottom. If I
made the same  mistake a third time it merited a trip to the barn and a good
strapping on my  bare ass. Then I'd spend the night on my knees in the  barn.
When she didn't have a flight we worked like slaves. At  night, we'd fall
into bed and if we weren't too tired she'd fuck my brains out.  If we were
tired she'd let me go down on her. Sometimes, we'd fall asleep in the
middle of sex. Not often, but sometimes. I learned the best ways to please her
with my tongue and enjoyed doing so.
Time passed quickly and before we knew it October had  rolled around. My
six months were up on the 20th. She took me out to  dinner, to Dino's on the
19th. I wore a little black silk slip dress  she'd brought back from Denver.
It was cool enough to tempt my nipples into trying to poke holes through
the silk. I wore black thigh-highs and a pair of black strappy sandals with a
 medium heel. It was the first time I'd been dressed up in almost a  year.
Stacy was wearing a black Ralph Lauren pants suit and  looked very
attractive. We had a nice dinner accompanied by a very nice bottle  of French
Merlot. After dinner she put a black leather collar on the table.  It was
hand-stitched English leather.  She put a small jewelry box inside the circle of the
collar. I opened it and saw  two delicate gold rings.  "For your  nipples."

I picked up the collar and turned it in my hands while  she watched calmly.

"What's my alternative?"
She smiled. "I'll take you to Leathergirl, strip you, and  put you up on a
table and sell you to the highest  bidder."
I grinned at her. "As tempting as that sounds, I think  I'm happy where I
am." I slipped the collar around my neck and fastened it. It  fit snugly but
not too snugly. I locked the tiny lock and sat back in my chair.  "I guess
you're stuck with me."
She did take me to Leathergrrl that night and she did  strip me, but only
to dance. I danced naked for almost an hour. Then she took me  home and
bucked my brains out until nearly dawn. We slept until the afternoon  and then
she took me to have my nipples pierced. The job was done by Maria's  younger
sister.
Despite six months of being nude most of the time I still  blushed when
Stacy had me strip in front of Maria and Louisa. Louisa pierced my  nipples the
old fashioned way with clamps and needles. The pain was exquisite  and they
all smiled when I cried.
On subsequent visits Louisa pierced my clit, my clit  hood, my inner and
outer labia, and my navel. The stud through the base of my  clit keeps me in
an almost constant state of sexual arousal, something that  Stacy highly
approves of. She's paid to have my pubic hair permanently removed  through laser
treatments.
She's had the word `SLAVE' tattooed on my left ankle and  she's talked
about having me branded. But, so far, crying and begging has kept  her from
having it done.
We celebrated her thirtieth birthday by flying down to  Baja for a week. We
spent almost the entire week on the beach naked and came  back with
fantastic tans. The most erotic moment came when a pretty Swedish girl  named
Elfina came walking down the beach. She was blonde and topless and her  small
tits were perfect as was the rest of her slender body. She had a lovely  golden
tan and the only imperfection I could see was a small scar on her right
knee.
Elfina turned out to be just sixteen so Stacy wouldn't  let me play with
her. But Elfina sat with us and asked a lot of questions, most  of which Stacy
answered truthfully. A few times she just shook her head and  smiled but
she answered almost everything Elfina  asked.
Stacy thought we made a pretty pair since both of us were  blonde and
slender and pretty. But Elfina is stunningly beautiful while I'm  merely pretty.
Stacy told her to call when she turned  eighteen.
That night, Elfina came to our bungalow while Stacy was  over at the main
lodge checking on flights. She came back and caught me on my  knees with my
tongue buried in Elfina's tight little cunt. Stacy strung me up by  my
wrists, gagged me, and whipped me until I was covered with welts, front and  back,
from my tits to my upper thighs.
Elfina watched, smiling, the entire time. She wasn't  smiling when Stacy
grabbed her wrist and marched her back to her mother. Elfina  was over her
mother's lap when Stacy left.
The next day, just before we left, Elfina's mother  brought her over and
made her apologize to us. Then the mother, Erika, nodded at  me and asked, "
Did you punish her, too?"
Stacy unzipped my sun dress and let it drop around my  ankles. Erika smiled
when she saw the welts that criss-crossed my body. "Very  good!" She
glanced at Elfina. "You'll look like that before we leave." Elfina  was crying
as they went out the door but she glanced back, smiled, and winked  and I
know we'll see her again in a couple of  years.
On the flight down Stacy had seemed rather nervous but on  the flight back
she was clearly terrified. And she finally admitted that she  hated to fly
as a passenger. She clearly believed that her fear was a weakness  so she'd
tried to hide it. I held her hand and talked to her to distract her  until
the plane was off the ground. I slipped my hand under her tank top and  rubbed
her belly gently as the plane taxied out onto the runway. She glanced at
me when I unhooked her bra and fondled her firm tits. She wasn't used to not
being in control. She made a face and whispered, "Remind me to whip you
when we  get home." I smiled and nodded and continued to fondle her. She did
whip me when  we got home but it was worth it. Her fear made her seem more
human and added to  her stature rather than detracting from it.  I accepted my
whipping with  pride.
It's been almost eighteen months and I'm still with  Stacy, still very
happy in my slavery. I recently discovered that she's been  putting money into
the bank for me every month. And paying into an IRA. I got  whipped for
snooping but, again, it was worth it. Especially when she bucked my  brains out
with a new strap-on she'd bought in Kansas City, one that was thicker and
longer  than the old one.
The renovations are done and she's talking about selling  the house and
buying another one to do it all over again. When I groaned in mock  dismay she
patted my bare ass and said, "I can sell you, too, and do it all over  again
with a prettier slut. Maybe Elfina?" I dropped to my knees in mock terror
and begged her not to sell me. Well, it was 90% mock  terror.
I just turned twenty-five and I'm lean and tanned, the  last of my baby fat
burned off. I'm buff and nicely muscled thanks to hard work  and equally
hard workouts that Stacy instituted late last year. She's looking a  house
further out in the country, a place where we can run nude along trails  through
the woods. I don't think of myself as a lesbian even though it's been
nearly two years since I've had sex with a man. I'm quite content with Stacy.
Content with the sex and content in my slavery. Occasionally, when she's
exasperated with me she'll threaten to sell me, or put me out on the street
to  whore, but she's only kidding. At least I think she's only  kidding.
She finally made up her mind and a few weeks ago I was  strapped to a post
and branded on my hip. Louisa performed the honors, branding  a stylized
Gothic letter `S' deep into my thigh, just below my hip. I screamed  my guts
out as she held the branding iron against my flesh, burning it in a good
1/8th inch. I was gagged but my screams were still audible. It took  me a good
two weeks to fully recover. But now that it's done I'm proud of  it.  It
shows even when I'm allowed  to wear a bathing suit on a rare trip to a public
 beach.
I don't know what the future holds. I think Stacy and I  will be together
for a long time. But I'm not sure of that and the little bit of  uncertainty
keeps me on my toes. Will Elfina ever call? Who knows? I kind of  hope she
won't because she's too damn beautiful. On the other hand, I'd love to  have
the opportunity to have sex with her for the same reason. And I'd love to
see the slut on her pretty knees, with tears in her eyes, as she's broken to
 slavery. Stacy made a remark to the effect that we'd be worth more as a
pair  than we would be separately. Maybe someday Elfina and I will stand naked
on a  table at Leathergrrl while Stacy sells our pretty butts to the
highest bidder.  It's a scary thought but, at the same time, arousing when I think
of what would  have to happen before we found ourselves on that  table.

The End