Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2010 21:30:49 EDT
From: Laura Davis <ldavis4@hotmail.com>
Subject: Caroline

Caroline by Laura  Davis, F/F Submission

Caroline Winslow was pretty in a boyish way. Her thick  blonde hair was cut
short and she had a dusting of freckles across the bridge of  her nose that
she'd grown used to after fretting over them for years. Now, at
twenty-four, she was content with the way she looked. A former soccer player,  she was
still in excellent physical condition thanks to daily runs and regular
workouts at the gym.
Her life was settling down after the events of the  previous year. She had
been engaged to be married but her fiancé had called the  wedding off at the
last minute when she refused to quit her job.  Thomas had repeatedly
expressed his  desire for her to be a stay-at-home wife. And, with typical male
arrogance, he'd  ignored her repeated refusals. She liked her job and told him
so, told him she  had no intention of quitting. The night before their
wedding she'd told him  again, during the rehearsal dinner. He'd thrown a
tantrum and walked out. The  wedding was called off and Caroline had returned the
engagement ring via Fed  Ex.
Ironically, a month later, the dot.com she worked for as  a web designer
had filed for bankruptcy and Caroline had been one of the 124  people who'd
lost their jobs. She'd been unable to find another job in her field  and had
taken a `temporary' job as a barmaid in a sports bar. Her uniform  consisted
of a sports bra, a skimpy little pair of running shorts, socks, and a  pair
of Nike cross trainers. The side vents on the shorts ran all the way up to
the elastic waist band, requiring her to wear thong panties or go without.
Management, of course, preferred the latter but Caroline wore a  thong.
She was popular, in part, because of her boyish good  looks and long
beautiful legs. The men were divided between those who wanted to  get into her
pants and those who looked on her as a kid sister. The women  tolerated her
because they sensed she wasn't a threat. The other reason for her  popularity
was her unfailingly cheerful nature.  She was polite to everyone, even the
drunks, and was always willing to listen when someone was  troubled.
Then, in June, she met Sara Liu. Sara came in alone one  night and sat at a
table in the back. The room went quiet for a moment as the  men watched her
walk the length of the room. She was tall, close to six feet,  and very
beautiful. Her glossy black hair was done in a French braid that fell  to the
small of her back. She had beautiful almond-shaped brown eyes and a  smooth
amber complexion. She was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of black  shorts
that showed off her long, sleek legs.
She smiled at Caroline and ordered vodka on the rocks.  She sat and sipped
her drink in silence, occasionally glancing at the Yankees  game on the
nearest television.
When she was nearly finished with her drink Caroline  drifted over and
asked, "Is there something else you'd  like?"
Sara smiled and nodded. "Yes,  you."
Caroline, flustered, stared at Sara in silence for a  moment and then
turned and walked back to the bar. She turned in time to see  Sara drop a couple
of bills on the table. She watched as Sara walked to the door  without
looking back. She was relieved to see her go.  And, to her amazement, somewhat
disappointed.
Several days passed but Sara didn't come in again. Then,  when Caroline
came in after her day off, the bartender gave her a slip of paper.  "An Asian
woman was in last night. Left this phone number and asked you to call  her."
Caroline was relieved when he showed no signs of  curiosity.
She pocketed the slip of paper with every intention of  flushing it down
the toilet. But she didn't. When she got home from the bar that  night it was
after 2:00 a.m. but she dialed the number anyway. It was answered  almost
immediately and Caroline recognized the soft voice that said,  "Hello."
"This is Caroline Hill. Why did you leave your number at  the bar?"
She heard a soft chuckle. "Because I wanted you to call  me."
"Why? I'm not gay. I have no interest in other  women."
"Are you sure?" Caroline was stunned. Of course she was  sure, wasn't she?
The silence stretched on for almost a minute. "My name is Sara  Liu. How
about meeting me for coffee later this morning?  The Starbucks at Four
Corners? Say 10:00 a.m.?" Then, without waiting for  an answer, Sara hung up.
When she parked her car in the lot near Starbucks,  Caroline was still
telling herself she wasn't going there to go to meet  Sara.  She just wanted a
good cup of  coffee and a roll. She was dressed for running - sports bra,
spandex shorts,  socks, and her new Nike running shoes. All in a soft gray that
contrasted nicely  with her light golden tan. Sara wasn't anywhere to be
seen and Caroline was sure  whether she was relieved or disappointed. She sat
and sipped her coffee and ate  her roll. When she was done with the roll she
got up and  left.
She was unlocking her car when she saw Sara emerging from  a Toyota 4Runner
 that had just pulled in. Sara smiled and waved and Caroline stood there
uncertainly, torn between a desire to flee and her natural inclination to be
polite. She stood there and watched Sara walk toward her. Sara was wearing
jeans  and a tank top. Her small, firm breasts bounced nicely with each
step, making it  obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Sara smiled and said, "Hi. May I?" Without waiting for an  answer she
plucked the coffee cup out of Caroline's hand and took a sip. She  sighed as she
handed it back. "Thanks, I needed that." Then she astonished  Caroline by
kissing her softly, right on the lips.
"Do you want to come back inside or wait here for  me?"
"Uh .... Um, I'll wait here." Sara nodded and walked away  without looking
back. Caroline got into her car and struggled with a strong  desire to
drive off, to run, to escape. But she just sat there and sipped her  coffee,
watching Sara.
Sara emerged from Starbucks with a cup of coffee and a  small brown bag
containing a bran muffin. She stopped long enough to say,  "Follow me over to
the park. It'll be much nicer than sitting here in the  parking lot." As
they pulled out of the parking lot Caroline had to resist the  impulse to turn
left and go home. She followed Sara to the park and parked next  to the
4Runner.
Sara got out and waited for Caroline. Then she led her  down a path toward
the pond. They sat on a bench overlooking the pond and sipped  their coffee
in silence for a couple of minutes. Finally, Caroline looked at  Sara and
asked, "What do you want with me?"
Sara grinned. "I want you. On your pretty knees,  promising that you'll be
a good girl and do what you're told." As she spoke she  dropped her left
hand on Caroline's knee and squeezed  gently.
Caroline jumped to her feet. "Are you crazy? I told you  I'm not gay!" She
turned around and stomped away. Sara smiled and sipped her  coffee,
watching the ducks. Caroline didn't return but Sara didn't hear her car  start.
Almost five minutes passed before Caroline returned. She sat down on the  end
of the bench as far from Sara as she could get. "I'm  *not*gay."
Sara smiled. "But you do have pretty  knees."
Caroline blushed. "You are crazy." She glanced at  Sara and then quickly
looked back at the pond. "What do you want from  me?"
"You're complete obedience. I want you down on your knees  and I want you
to promise you'll be a good, obedient . . . .  slave."
"A slave? Are you kidding? Now I know you're  crazy! Go to hell!" She got
up and stomped away again. This time Sara heard  Caroline's old Subaru start
up. She listened as Caroline drove away but her  expression didn't change.
She began eating her muffin, tossing occasional bits  to the ducks.
She was just finishing her muffin when she heard the  Subaru returning. She
made sure her expression was neutral before Caroline  appeared. As Caroline
began to sit down Sara glanced at her and said, "No. Over  here, on your
knees." She pointed at a spot right in front of  her.
Caroline hesitated. After a couple of moments her defiant  look changed to
one of fright. She took three slow steps and then sank to her  knees in
front of Sara. She looked up at Sara with tears in her eyes. "I don't  want to
be a slave." But her voice was soft, lacking conviction. She hung her  head
and stared down at the ground, crying softly.
Sara ruffled her hair. "You're such a pretty bitch.  You'll be happier as
a slave. I promise." Caroline shook her head but didn't  answer. Sara
waited a moment and then said, "Look at me." Caroline raised her  head and
stared up at Sara with tears running down her cheeks. "Will you be a  good girl?"

Caroline shrugged. "I don't know what you want! I'm not a  slave. I don't
want to be a slave." She sniffled and Sara automatically handed  her a
tissue she pulled out of her pocket.  Caroline blew her nose. "And I'm not gay!"

Sara leaned back and took a sip of coffee. "Fine. Get up  and leave. Go
back to being a barmaid. Marry some good old boy and have a  half-dozen kids.
Get fat and sloppy. Go on, get out of  here."
Caroline started to get up but sank back to her knees and  rocked forward,
resting her forehead against Sara's knees. "Oh, God!" She  remained that
way for almost a minute and then she straightened up. "What am I  going to do?"

Sara smiled. "Be a good slave, that's what you're going  to do, what you
were born to do." She held her left hand out, palm down.  After a moment
Caroline took Sara's hand  and brought it to her lips.  She  pressed her lips to
the back of Sara's hand for a moment before releasing it.  Then she closed
her eyes and whispered, "God help  me."
Sara patted the bench. "Sit. People are going to be  arriving and I don't
want to attract any attention." Caroline got up and sat  down on the far end
of the bench. Sara smiled and patted the seat.  "Over here." Caroline
obediently slid  closer, shivering as Sara draped her arm around her shoulders. "
I want you to  quit your job and get your things together. I'll give you 48
hours to wind  things up and move in with me. Do you think that will be
enough  time?"
Caroline hesitated for a moment while she thought about  it.
"Yes, I think so."
"Good. I live at 44 South Main, apartment 2B. I'll write it down when we
get back to the car. I'll give you my phone number too.  I'll expect you no
later than noon on  Saturday. If you're not there by then I'll know you're
not coming." She stood  up. "Let's go." They walked back to the parking
lot and Sara wrote her address  and phone number on a scrap of paper. Then
she kissed Caroline before getting  into the 4Runner. She drove away without
looking  back.
Caroline was shocked by the momentary feeling of panic  she felt as she
watched Sara drive away. My god, she thought, what's happening  to me? She
stood there for a few moments before getting into her car. She drove  back to
her apartment and when she got there she was startled to realize that  she didn
't remember a thing about the drive.
The next two days were a blur in Caroline's memory. She  informed her
landlord that she was terminating her lease and he argued until she  agreed to
forfeit her security deposit. She knew he had tenants waiting to move  in but
she got tired of arguing and gave in.  She called the bar and told the owner
 she was quitting. She gave up her final paycheck in lieu of notice and he
was  satisfied too.
She didn't own any furniture other than a small  television and a portable
stereo system. Her clothing and personal belongings  fit into two large
suitcases. Several times during the two days she felt severe  anxiety, almost
panic attacks, and had to sit down and work to calm herself  down. She
questioned why she was doing it when she didn't want to be a slave and  wasn't a
lesbian. After a while she realized that the idea of an orderly life  where
she had few, if any, decisions to make appealed to her. A persistent  little
voice asked, "so why don't you join the army or become a nun?" The answer
to that was harder to find and even harder to admit, even to herself. But it
was  simple. She felt a definite attraction toward the beautiful Asian
girl.
At 11:00 a.m. on Saturday morning she called the number  Sara had given
her. When Sara answered Caroline said, "I'm on my way.  I'll be there at 11:30.
" She hung up  before Sara could respond because she was afraid she'd
panic again if she stayed  on the phone.
When she pulled up in the parking lot behind Sara's  building she parked in
a visitor's space. Sara appeared just as Caroline was  getting out of the
Subaru. Caroline was wearing cutoff jeans, a halter top, and  sandals. Her
cutoffs were very short. Sara smiled and said, "Hi, good to see  you." She
deliberately didn't do anything that might panic the obviously nervous
Caroline.
They unloaded Caroline's suitcases and wheeled them  inside and up in the
elevator. Then they returned for Caroline's TV, stereo, and  a few
miscellaneous items. They put everything in the spare bedroom and Sara  took Caroline
on a tour of the apartment. It wasn't a luxury complex but the  apartment
was spacious and well-equipped.
Sara took a couple of bottles of mineral water out of the  refrigerator and
passed one to Caroline. They settled down in the living room,  on the sofa.
Caroline took a sip of water and then asked, "How can you afford a  place
like this? What do you do for a living? For that matter, how old are  you?"
Sara smiled and patted the sofa cushion. "I'll answer all  your questions
but first I want you to slide down here next to me." Caroline  smiled, a
little nervously, and slid over next to Sara. Sara began speaking as  soon as
Caroline was settled next to her. "I'm twenty-six years old by your
reckoning but by the Chinese system I'm twenty-seven. I'm a graduate student at
the university, working on a PhD in International Relations. I don't work
because my daddy's a rich businessman who lives in Taipei. He gives me a very
generous allowance as long as I stay away from Taiwan." She  named a figure
that took Caroline's breath away. "Being a lesbian is  unacceptable in
Chinese families. Totally unacceptable." Caroline thought she  sounded a little
wistful.
Caroline took a deep breath. "What  now?"
"Decision time. One last chance. Stay or go. It's  entirely up to you. If
you're staying I want you to stand up and remove your  clothes. While you'
re in this apartment you won't be permitted to wear clothes  without
permission."
Caroline placed her bottle of water on the floor and  stood up.
She moved back a couple of feet and turned to face Sara.  She reached back
to unfasten her halter but then she stopped and shook her  head.  "I can't."
 She stood there  with a look of blind panic on her face.
Sara knew this was the decisive moment. A wrong move  would send Caroline
running for the door and she'd be lost forever. She stood up  and slipped her
arms around the younger woman's waist.  Caroline, at 5' 8", was just a two
 inches taller than Sara. Sara lifted herself on her toes and kissed
Caroline on  the mouth. Caroline moaned but opened her mouth to Sara's insistent
tongue. She  stood there, hands at her sides, and didn't resist when Sara
untied her halter.  Sara stepped back and the halter dropped to the floor.
Caroline made as if to cover herself but  stopped when Sara shook her head and
whispered,  "No."
Caroline's breasts were firm and perfectly shaped, tipped  with pretty pink
nipples that pointed up at a 45 degree angle. She wasn't that  big on top,
a good full b-cup at best, but her breasts were beautiful and Sara  was
itching to play with them But she restrained herself. She sat down and said,  "
Finish undressing now or I'll have to discipline  you."
Caroline stood there without moving. "Ho ... how would  you discipline me?"

"I'd take you over my knee and spank you." Her voice was  soft but the
firm tone of command was there and Caroline believed her. She  slipped her
running shoes off and then unsnapped her cutoffs and slid them down  over her
hips. She let them drop to the floor and stood there for a moment in  her
plain cotton panties, a defiant look on her face. Sara knew she couldn't let
Caroline defy her anymore. She reached up, took Caroline's wrist in her right
hand, and drew her down across her lap. Caroline resisted for a moment and
then  allowed herself to be position across Sara's lap. She took a deep
breath as she  felt her panties being pulled down.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to spank you."
"No, please, I'll do what you want. But please don't  spank me. Please."
Sara paid no attention to Caroline's plea. She eased the  blonde girl's
panties down to her knees and spent a couple of moments admiring  the girl's
firm butt. She ran her hands over Caroline's butt cheeks for a  moment,
enjoying the way the soft, smooth skin felt under her palm. She also  enjoyed
Caroline's whimpers. The girl was turning beet red and was obviously  deeply
humiliated by her position. Then Sara began to spank her, alternating  from
buttock to buttock, striking the girl hard enough to draw tears almost
immediately. She savored the sounds Caroline made as she cried and whimpered but
Sara didn't let Caroline's reaction influence her. She continued the
spanking  until Caroline's butt was a deep, even red all over. By the Caroline was
sobbing  continuously and begging for mercy when she had the breath to
speak.
When she stopped, Sara waited a moment before asking,  "Are you going to be
a good slave now?"
Caroline shook her head. "NO! I'm not a slave! I'm  leaving!" But she
made no move to get up from Sara's lap. Sara stroked the backs  of Caroline's
thighs for a couple of minutes.  Gradually her sobs faded and she grew
quiet. Sara slipped her hand between Caroline's legs and discovered exactly what
 she's suspected: the girl was sopping wet!
Sara began to masturbate Caroline. She ran the tip of her  finger from the
girl's anus down to her clit and back, slowly, softly, barely  touching her.
She was rewarded with a low moan of pure pleasure. "Do you want to  come?"
Caroline shook her head. "NO!" But, again, she made no  move to escape
from Sara's lap. Sara continued her slow stroking of the girl's  wet pussy and
gradually Caroline's breathing deepened. Her hips began to twitch  and a
long, low moan forced its way past her lips. "Oh no! Oh, please, no." Sara
realized that Caroline was close to orgasm. She slid a finger deep into
Caroline's cunt and wiggled it around. "Unnh . . Unnh ... Oh. Oh. God, please no!"

Sara leaned and put her mouth close to Caroline's ear.  "Let go, bitch.
You know you want to come! Would you like me to stick my finger  up your ass?
Hmmmm?"
Caroline turned her head slightly, her eyes wide with  fear and lust. "NO!
Not there! Please, not there!"
Sara smiled and ran the tip of her finger over Caroline's  tightly puckered
anus. Caroline whimpered, "Nooooo!" Sara pushed and Caroline  arched her
back and screamed, "OH! MY! GOD!" She froze for a moment and then  fell
back, sobbing, but this time with pleasure as her body shook with the  intensity
of her orgasm. Sara stroked the sobbing girl's back, buttocks, and  thighs
until she was calm again.
The she eased Caroline off her lap. "Down on your knees,  slave."
Caroline obediently eased herself onto her knees but she  looked up at Sara
and whispered, "I'm not a slave." But her voice lacked  conviction.
Sara slapped her across the face. "In that case, get up  and get your ass
out of here."
Caroline stared at her in shock for a moment and the  collapsed, sobbing.
Sara let her cry. After a couple of minutes she felt  Caroline move. A moment
later she felt Caroline's lips touch the arch of her  right foot in a soft
kiss. A moment later Caroline began to lick Sara's foot.  Her submission was
complete. Caroline was a slave.

The End