Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2010 21:23:13 EST
From: mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: Blackmailed into Slavery, F/F Bnd by JYM
Blackmailed into Slavery, F/F Bnd by JYM
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I had just ended a long D/s relationship with a delightful slave when I
ran into Dee again. I had taken my slave as far as she could go, at least
with me, and had released her to seek a new master or mistress. I felt she
was really in need of the latter as she was interesting in exploring some
aspects of her nature that only another woman could explore with her. I
wished her luck and we parted friends.
It was a few days later that I ran into Dee in the cafeteria at the office.
Dee and I had worked together for more than a year. Then she had
accepted a new job in another division. I still saw her occasionally, but not
that often. I was reading a report when she walked by and gave me a cheery "
Hello." As I watched her walk away, admiring her trim figure and sleek
shapely legs, it suddenly hit me that she would make an ideal slave. And it
would be a real challenge to enslave her, one worthy of my efforts.
At the time, Dee was thirty-two, married, the mother of two. She was
about 5'4", vivacious and pretty, with compact build, sandy brown hair worn
rather short and brown eyes. I knew a little about her background and I knew
her to be a somewhat prim and proper woman, a devoted wife and mother. But
I sensed a streak of sensuality that she hadn't suppressed completely.
And a hint of submissiveness. Or was that wishful thinking? Time would tell.
Over the next couple of months I made a concerted effort to seduce Dee.
To no avail, nothing worked. She was steadfast and loyal, although
flattered by my efforts. I was about to give up when a misdirected fax message
delivered her into my hands. Not overnight, I had to do some further
investigation and obtain some addition documents but, within another month I was
ready and she was mine for the taking. The fax by itself was harmless, but
it had triggered a memory and further digging had uncovered an ongoing scam
that had cost the company a lot of money. Each incident was small and
slipped through the cracks, but over the years it added up to a hefty sum. A
nice addition to one's income.
I called Dee one Friday morning in early July and asked her if she could
come to my office that afternoon at four to discuss a new opportunity. She
was hesitant because she normally leaves work by 3:30. I told her I
understood. "Oh, by the way, have you ever heard of a company called Precision
Products?" I heard a gasp followed by a short silence. Then Dee told me
she'd meet me at 4:00 p.m.
I was ready and waiting when she arrived. She sat in the chair by my desk
and crossed her legs, showing her dimpled knees and a generous length of
smooth, firm thigh. I handed her a copy of the original fax and asked her
to read it. I sat back and watched, enjoying my view of her legs, aware that
I would soon see much more of her. She read the fax and set it down on
my desk. "So, what's this about? I don't see any mention of Precision
Products, whoever they are."
I had to admire her. "Nice try, a very nice try. But I've got you. Show
me your tits. Now!"
She jumped to her feet and headed for my door, sputtering that she was
going to report me to personnel. "Ok, tell them about Janice Markham and
Pioneer Cleaning too." She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. I
waved a folder and set it down on top of the fax. "It's all in here. The
whole story. All five years of it."
Her shoulders slumped and she started to walk back to my desk. "Stop, go
back and lock my door. I don't want to be disturbed. And call your
husband; tell him you'll be working late. Until about 9:00, maybe later. That
should give us plenty of time." She sat down and made the call. When she
put the phone down she gave me a bleak look and asked what was next. "I don'
t want you to go to jail and I don't want you fired. Sign the top paper in
that folder and hand it to me. Then you will stop the scam. And for the
next year you will be my loyal, willing sex slave. At the end of the year
I'll give you the originals of the papers in that folder and you'll be
free. Otherwise you can delight the bull dykes up at state prison for the
next 7-10 years. Your choice."
She stared at me in silence for a moment. Then she opened the folder, read
the top page, and hastily scrawled her signature across it. It was a
simple confession of her crime and an agreement to accept a year of slavery as
punishment. Incriminating for both of us, binding us together for a year.
I signed it and made her a copy, placing the original in my office safe.
Then I sat down and gave her a long look that caused her to blush. "I
believe I asked you to show me your tits, didn't I?"
She hesitated, and then nodded. "Yes," she whispered.
I leaned over and slapped her across the face. "Yes what? Be respectful.
And now I want to see more of you. Stand up and remove your blouse and
skirt."
She rubbed her cheek and blinked. "Yes sir." She stood up and slowly
unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off finally and laying it across the back
of the chair she'd been sitting in. Then she unsnapped her skirt and eased
it off, laying it carefully atop the blouse. When she straightened up I
caught my breath. She was wearing a plain cotton bra and matching panties.
But instead of pantyhose she was wearing white thigh highs. She was nicely
tanned. Her hips were a trifle wide, but otherwise her body was perfect.
She obviously worked hard to stay in shape. Her stomach was flat and her
navel deep and perfectly round.
I gestured and she turned to give me a view of her back. Nice broad
shoulders to balance her hips; a firm, full ass; and her thighs looked as good
from the back as they had from the front. I told her to remain facing away
while she removed her bra. Her hands came up and unhooked it and it
joined the growing pile of clothes on the chair. Then I had her turn around
slowly, revealing full, firm tits with hard, pointy brown nipples. Just the
slightest trace of sag, enough to make her tits more erotic than if they'd
been perfect. She was a real woman, not a plastic goddess from the
magazines. Her panties came next. I was mildly surprised to see that her pubic
bush was wild and untrimmed. That didn't go with the tan lines that showed
on her body. I asked her about it and she blushed again. "Sir, my husband
likes to see pussy hair when I wear a bikini. The children are too young to
notice."
I smiled. "Do you show pussy hair on public beaches?"
She hesitated before nodding and whispering, "Yes sir."
"How do you feel about that?"
She glanced toward the window before answering. "It makes me feel like a
slut. And it excites me.....sir."
I told her to keep her stockings and shoes - medium heeled black pumps -
on and turn around. When she was standing with her back to me I told her to
spread her legs a comfortable distance apart and then bend forward from the
waist until her torso was parallel with the floor. When she had done so,
I told her to reach back and spread herself so that I could get a look at
her asshole. She obediently reached back and spread her buttocks. Her
anus was a tightly pucker little ring, dusking pink shading to beige/brown.
"Have you been fucked in the ass?"
She shook her head but I caught the tiniest hesitation. She was lying. I
let it ride for the moment. I had her turn back toward me and squat with
her feet together and her knees spread. I showed her how to place her hands
on her thighs and told her that that was position #1. "Remember it. When
I snap my fingers and say `one' this is the position you will assume."
She nodded. "Yes sir, I'll remember."
I had a sudden thought. I leaned and slipped my hand between her legs.
She was sopping. I held my wet finger in front of her mouth and she licked
it clean without being prompted. "You like the humiliation, don't you?"
Another nod. "Yes sir, I do. Very much."
"Good. You'll get plenty of it over the course of the next year." I stood
up then and unzipped my pants. My cock was hard and I stepped close and
told her to suck me. She took me in her mouth and gave me a wonderful blow
job. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled out and shot my load over her
face, tits, and belly. She took it with her eyes wide open. I let her
squat there while my cum dried on her body. Then I told her to put her blouse
and skirt on and we'd go somewhere more private. "Where I can hear you
cry when I spank you."
She dressed without a word and tucked her underwear into her purse. It
was after 5:00 by then and we didn't see anyone except a female security
guard as we walked across the lobby to the exit. I pointed out my car and
told her to follow me to my place. I told her to park in my garage as I had
an extra space. When we got to my house I opened one garage door and she
pulled inside. I parked on the driveway in front of the middle of the three
doors. She removed her skirt and blouse and left them in her car as I had
instructed. She got out of her car and walked forward until she was
standing in the doorway. She didn't seem to mind that she was visible to anyone
passing by. Not easily visible because my driveway is 150 feet long, but
visible just the same.
I stopped and admired the way she looked standing there in stocking and
shoes, dried cum on her face and body. My house is located in a wealthy
suburb. The houses are large and set on large, fairly private lots. My
property is extensively and expensively landscaped. I've done a lot of the work
myself and I'm proud of it. I had Dee remove her heels and then I took her
on a tour of the grounds. Before we left the garage, I put leather cuffs
on her wrists and cuffed them behind her back. Then I put a leather collar
around her neck. I snapped a leash on the collar and led her out. She
was blushing but she didn't protest. Not a peep.
But I had made a call from my car phone and, as planned, my neighbor,
Sara, was out and about. Dee hung back as soon as we walked around to the side
of the house and saw Sara coming toward us. Sara is a tall, thirtyish
redhead, never married and wealthy in her own right. We met a few days after
she bought the house next door to mine. Later, after she was settled, we had
dinner and discovered a mutual interest in D/s. Sara is domme and a
lesbian, so our interests coincide more than if she was hetero. She's also a
stunning beauty - long red hair, jade green eyes, a slim supple body with
small firm tits and long beautiful legs. She was barefoot, wearing shorts
and a little cropped top. Sara and I fuck occasionally, but the basis of our
friendship is our interest in D/s and our willingness to share our slaves.
Her current slave, Joanna, is a college senior. She's just 21, a long,
limber California blonde. I knew that Joanna was due back from a quick
visit home and was looking forward to putting her with Dee.
But the first priority was to teach Dee some manners. I jerked the leash
and pulled her forward, forcing her to her knees in front of Sara. I'd
given Sara a quick rundown over the phone and she knew enough to proceed. She
took Dee's leash and wrapped it around her left hand. She had a wide, thick
leather strap in her right hand. And Dee felt it across her firm buttocks
a moment later. I was ready. When Dee's mouth opened I stuffed a ball gag
in, cutting off her scream. Then, after it was secure, Sara gave her a
good hard dozen across her ass. After the punishment was over, we took Dee
out to my patio and put her on her knees. Tears streamed down her face as
she looked back and forth from me to Sara. "Sara, do you want to whip her
tits now or have her eat you?"
Sara grinned. "Tough choice. I wonder if the slut has an opinion.
She leaned forward and removed the ball gag.
Dee, still sobbing, whimpered, "Please, let me eat you! Please!"
Sara nodded and lifted herself off the seat long enough to remove her
shorts. Then she pulled her top off. I sat and enjoyed the sight of two
lovely nude women having sex. One on her knees, eating pussy for the first
time. But not the last. Not by a long shot! After Sara was brought to a very
satisfying orgasm, she leaned forward and licked her juices from Dee's
lips and chin. "Now, Dee, you have another choice. You can have your tits
whipped, twenty hard ones, or you can walk over and jump into the deep end of
the pool."
Dee glanced at me but I shrugged and she knew that I wouldn't help her.
Then she got up and walked over to the edge of the pool and jumped in. Her
hands were still cuffed behind her back. Sara glanced at me and chuckled.
"The bitch really doesn't want to have her tits whipped!" We walked over
and stood watching Dee struggle in the deep end. She kept herself afloat
by kicking hard but it was obvious that she was slowly drowning. She didn't
call for help, just stared at us as she struggled and lost. As she was
going down for probably the last time, Sara jumped in and pulled her to
safety. As Dee crouched on the edge of the pool, on all fours, gasping for
breath, Sara slipped a hand between her legs and began to masturbate her. Dee
lifted her head and stared at me with a strangely intent look on her face
as Sara skillfully masturbated her to orgasm. As her orgasm hit, Dee threw
her head back and whimpered with pleasure.
Later, with Dee again on her knees in front of us, Sara glanced at me and
then back at Dee. "Slave," she asked, "How long has it been since you've
had an orgasm?"
Dee looked at me and I nodded. "Three years," she whispered.
Sara glanced at me and arched one brow. Then back at Dee. "And how long,
slave, since you've been fucked?"
Dee shrugged. "Three years."
I was stunned. I asked her to explain.
"My husband doesn't want any more children and he refuses to practice
birth control. It's against his religion. So, the last time I got fucked
was the last time I was pregnant."
Sara and I glanced at each other. This was an interesting development, a
very interesting development indeed! Sara turned to Dee again and asked her
if she wanted to have sex again.
Dee glanced back and forth from Sara to me and then back to Sara.
"Yes, please! Oh god, yes! I want it!"
Sara leaned forward and cupped Dee's full, firm tits. She squeezed them
gently, running her thumbs over Dee's hard nipples. Dee arched her back,
moaning, and pressed her tits against Sara's hands. I had a sudden thought
and I asked Sara to sit back for a moment. She nodded and released Dee's
tits. I got up and crouched behind Dee, releasing the clip holding her cuffs
together, freeing her wrists. She glanced over her shoulder, a quizzical
look on her face. I patted her on the back. "I'm sorry Dee, I made a
mistake. You're free to go. I'll give you the papers Monday." Dee got this
look on her face like a kid who's just had the cookie jar snatched away. I
glanced at Sara with a look of triumph. I was right; Dee wanted slavery
because of the sex.
"Please, Jack, no! Please...." Her voice trailed off.
Sara reached out and stroked her. "Dee, what do you want? How do you
feel about being a slave now? I know you were blackmailed into it but you
seem to have changed quickly. Explain it to us."
Dee took a deep breath. "Yes, it's true that I was blackmailed into it.
But now I'm a slave. I'm not responsible for anything that happens to
me. Or anything I'm forced to do. I'm free to have sex. A lot of sex.
I don't want to give that up!"
Sara nodded. "What about your children and your husband?"
Dee sighed. "I don't want to lose my children. My husband? I don't care
any more. Well, I do care, but I want this!"
Sara cupped Dee's tits and fondled them gently. "There will be pain,
lots of pain. Whippings. Humiliation. Sex, lots of sex. With men and
women. You'll be pierced. Branded. Tortured. Fucked in the ass. The mouth.
Pissed on. Things you can't imagine."
Dee shook her head. "I still want it. I hate the thought of some of the
things you mentioned, but I want the sex. And especially the humiliation.
The End