Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2010 19:24:25 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: Kate's Bitch

Kate's Bitch by Laura Davis F/F/F Bnd

I was  twenty-three when I married Kevin. He was twenty-eight and already a
successful  businessman with three franchise outlets of his own. I was
working as a  paralegal while I tried to decide if I wanted to go to law school.
I worked in  an office shared by three lawyers who were partners but
contributed equally to  pay expenses. Two of them were men in their late thirties
or early forties and  they were losers. The third, a woman, was in her late
twenties and very  bright.  Her name was Kate and she  was a slender blonde,
a tomboy, but cute.
Behind her back  the other's referred to her as "that dyke  bitch".
Our honeymoon was  fantastic! We went to Jamaica for two weeks and stayed
at a quiet resort  near Runaway  Bay, on the north coast. We went to bed
right  after checking in and didn't get out again for two days. It was
wonderful! After  that we spent most of our time on the beach. We did go and climb
the falls and a  couple of other things but mostly it was beach or bed. The
sex was fantastic!  Kevin had a big cock and he knew just what to do with  it.
One thing he  liked surprised me, mostly because I'd have never thought I'
d like it. He had me  lay on the edge of the bed, on my side, and he'd stand
by the bed and fuck me in  the mouth, holding my head up with both hands.
All I had to do was lay there  with my lips tight around his cock. I've
always enjoyed oral sex but this was  something else and I loved it! I even came
to like having him come in my mouth.  It was even better when he'd have me
lay on my stomach and he'd hold my head up  and do it that way. Luckily, I
have strong neck  muscles.
One day, our  fourth or fifth day there, we were on the beach sunbathing
when he said, "Let's  take a walk down to the far end of the beach." The
beach was a good one-half  mile long and the far end was the "clothing optional"
 area. The nude beach. I  was wearing a tiny thong that made me feel very
sexy. I'm fairly attractive but  I'm no beauty. I do have a nice figure and
very nice legs and the thong looked  nice on me.
When we got to  the line marking the beginning of the nude beach we stopped
for a moment. Kevin  shed his suit and glanced at me. "Take it off, Linda."
 I hesitated for a moment  and then took it off. We walked to the end of
the beach and back and it was  exciting to be nude in public. We didn't stay
long because I hadn't brought the  suntan lotion. We put our suits back on
and walked back to where we'd left our  towels. Ten minutes later we were back
on the nude beach, well covered with  suntan lotion.
On our honeymoon,  Kevin fucked me every day, twice a day. When we got home
he gradually tapered  off to once a day, every day. Then he began skipping
a day now and then. After  three months we were down to 3-4 times a week and
it was frustrating. I wanted  it every day.
One afternoon,  when the losers were in court, Kate come out and perched on
the edge of my desk.  "Okay, Linda, what's wrong? You've been moping
around the office for a week now.  Want to talk?"
After some  initial hesitation I told her the whole story. She laughed and
said, "That's it?  Your upset because your husband only does you three or
four times a  week?"
I frowned, hurt  that she'd laughed. "It's not funny!"
She nodded. "I  know and I apologize for laughing. Look, I'm no expert on
me but I can tell you  this - three or four times a week is damn good. Kevin
must be an iron man. Count  your blessings!" I believed her but that didn'
t help much. I was still  frustrated.
A week passed and  then Kate called me into her office and asked me to stay
late to help her  organize her files. Her files were perfect as far a I
knew but I nodded and  said, "Sure. Kevin's out of town for a couple of days
so it's good  timing."
The losers were  gone by 5:30 and Kate called me into her office. As I
entered she took a huge  dildo out of her desk and set it down. It was a good 13"
 long and very thick. It  was mounted on a square base and I realized that
the base held a motor. It was a  big vibrator. I stopped in my tracks and
stared at it. "Do you want to try  it?"
I shook my head  and whispered, "No." But I was lying and we both knew
it.
Kate moved it to  the exact center of her desk. "Lock the door, Linda." I
turned and locked the  door. "Good. Now come over here and try  this."
I walked slowly  over to her desk and stood there, staring at the huge
phallus. I shivered,  wondering what it would be like to ride it, to feel it
throbbing deep inside my  cunt. Kate plugged it in and said, "Come on, Linda.
You know you want to give it  a try."
I slipped my  shoes off and then pulled my skirt up while I removed my
pantyhose and panties.  Then, I got up onto her desk and pulled my skirt up
around my waist. I eased  myself down onto the phallus, conscious every moment
that Linda was watching. I  took my time and it was a full minute before it
was fully in me. Kate smiled.  "Turn it on when you're ready."
I nodded, but I  didnt' turn it on right away. I moved up and down on it,
slowly at first, and  then a little faster as I became aroused. It filled me
and it felt good. Really  good. Then I glanced at Kate and whispered, "Turn
it on for me,  please."
She reached and  flipped the switch and it began to vibrate. An off-center
rod inside the phallus  began to turn and I threw my head back and moaned
with pleasure as jolts of pure  pleasure shot through my body. Kate stepped
close and ran her hands up my  thighs. Then she unbuttoned my blouse and eased
it off. My bra followed a moment  later. Then she unbuttoned my skirt and
pulled it up over my head.  She stepped back and took a long look at  my
naked body. "Very nice!"
It was a little  embarrassing to be naked and impaled on a vibrator while
my boss watched but I  was too aroused to care. I blushed when she cupped my
tits and ran her thumbs  over my rock-hard nipples. She tweaked them and I
whimpered with pleasure. It  was late September but the office was warm and I
began to sweat. I had my first  orgasm within minutes. Others followed
rapidly while I whimpered and moaned and  then, finally, I threw my head back
and screamed with pleasure.  Kate chuckled and squeezed my tits  gently. I
caught her eye and whispered, "Please, turn it off, I can't take any  more
right now."
She turned it off and I eased myself off it  and sank to my knees.
She stroked my thighs and whispered, "Feel  better now?"
I nodded. "Yes. Oh, God, yes!" I stared down  at the top of the desk while
she fondled me.
After a couple of  minutes she patted me on the back and said, "Go and take
a shower." I eased  myself off her desk and went into her private bathroom.
I took a long, hot  shower and then took my time drying off.  I dried my
hair and then took a deep breath before opening the door.  Kate was gone. My
clothes were on her  desk, folded neatly. A note on top instructed me make
sure I put the overtime  down on my time card and then lock up when I  left.
The next day Kate  acted as if nothing had happened and it was a big
relief. It was business as  usual. After lunch, she stopped to pick up her
messages. She smiled at me and  said, "Well, you seem like you're in a better mood
 today."
I nodded. "Yes, I  am. Thanks."
The losers were  in court all afternoon and Kate was busy interviewing a
witness in an accident  case. About 4:30, after the witness left, she called
me into her office. She was  standing at the window, looking out. I walked
over and stood next to her. She  glanced at me and smiled. "Is everything all
right?"
I nodded. "Yes,  thanks. Everything is fine."
She turned to  face me and asked me what I thought of the witnesses.
Were they telling  the truth? As we chatted she toyed with one of my
buttons. After a moment I  realized that she was unbuttoning my blouse. We
continued to talk as if nothing  was going on. My bra hooked in front and she
opened it with a twist of her  fingers. She pushed it aside, baring my small,
firm breasts. My nipples hardened  when the cool air washed over them. Kate
tweaked them and I groaned.  She smiled. "Do you want me to  stop?"
I shook my head  after a moment's hesitation. "No, I don't."
She cupped my  tits and fondled them gently. The discussion was  over.
A few minutes  later I was leaning on her desk, nude, moaning with pleasure
while she fucked me  doggy-style with a strap-on dildo. When she undressed
I was surprised to see  that her tits were slightly bigger than mine. She
was clean-shaven and her vulva  was shockingly visible. She brought me to
orgasm twice and when she eased the  dildo out of my pussy it glistened with my
juices. She smiled and said, "Clean  it. With your mouth. On your knees."
I shook my head.  "No, please....." But I was already sinking to my knees.
I took it in my mouth  and tasted myself for the first time. I liked it.
Kate chuckled as I licked it  clean, savoring the taste.  This  time we
showered together. I played with her tits and found it very enjoyable.  She
laughed when I murmured, "Now I know why most men are tit  men."
She fucked me  almost every day and except for the fact that she was an
attractive woman it was  just like getting fucked by a guy. Well, there was one
other difference. She was  tireless and once she fucked me steadily for
thirty minutes. I had orgasm after  orgasm and only asked her to stop when I
started feeling  sore.
But, other than  that, it was like being fucked by Kevin. She never asked
me to go down on her or  anything like that. Not then. She brought me along
slowly, spending six weeks  getting me used to having her fuck me. Getting me
to depend on her. Turning me  into her fuck slut.
Her practice was  growing and one afternoon she told me she was moving into
an office of her own.  She asked me to come with her, with a 50% raise. I
would have gone without the  raise. When we moved things continued as before
except that we had more freedom  to fool around.  She began to exert  more
control, starting with the way I dressed. She wanted me in short skirts,
legs bare, no bra, no panties, and a blouse that buttoned in front. She liked
having me walk around barefoot, with my blouse unbuttoned to just below my
tits.  The clients seemed to enjoy it too, as did I. I was, as Kate
mentioned, a pretty  slut.  At the same time, Kevin was  busy opening his fourth
franchise operation and he had less time to spend with  me. Kate was satisfying
my sexual needs so it wasn't a  problem.
One Friday, in  late October, Kate came in and asked if I had any plans for
lunch. I shook my  head and she smiled. "Good. I've made an appointment
for you at the salon across  the street. They're going to give you a complete
bikini wax. Your appointment is  at 11:30." I kept the appointment. It was
painful but when it was over my vulva  was completely bare. It made me feel
like a girl again and it was very sexy to  see myself like that.
When I returned  to the office Kate called me into her office. "We have
nothing on the calendar  for this afternoon. Go and lock the front door and
then take your clothes off. I  want you to work nude for the rest of the day.
Put your clothes in my closet. If  anyone comes you can run in here and I'll
answer the door while you get  dressed."
Working naked was  exciting. At five-thirty Kate called me into her office.
She was leaning against  her desk, nude, her legs spread. I walked over and
she fondled my tits. "Have  you ever gone down on another woman?"
I shook my head.  "No." My voice quavered. I was scared but also very
excited.
She smiled. "It's  time you learned. Get down on your knees." I sank to my
knees and rested my  forehead against her thigh. She ruffled my hair and
after a moment I pressed my  lips aginst her thigh.  She spread  her legs a
little wider and I began kissing her inner thighs, where her skin was
softest. After a few moments she eased herself onto the desk and I continued
licking and kissing her inner thighs, working my way upward. As she became
aroused I smelled the musky aroma of woman in heat. It was a new and exciting
scent. I pressed my mouth against her vulva and inhaled the aroma. After a
moment I pulled back a little and licked her. Her taste was different than
mine,  tangier, not as salty, but just as  enjoyable.
Even though Kevin  didn't care for it too much he was skilled at eating
pussy and I tried the  things I liked on Kate and apparently, despite my lack
of experience, she  enjoyed them too. I brought her to orgasm twice before
she pushed my head away.  "No more! God, you're good with your tongue! Are
you sure this is your first  time eating cunt?"
I rocked back on  my heels and licked my lips. "Yes. But I paid attention
when guys were going  down on me."
That night, Kevin  was surprised and pleased when he saw my bare vulva and
assumed I'd done it for  him.         More time passed. Christmas came and
went, then New Years. Kevin and I  stayed home on New Year's Eve and
celebrated quietly. I knew something was  bothering him and I was afraid he'd found
out about Kate and me. But that wasn't  it. A few days later he came home
and said, "Linda, I've met someone else. I  want a divorce."
I think he was  surprised and a little shocked when I just nodded and said,
"Okay, if you're  sure that's what you want." Our marriage had lasted
just a few days over nine  months. When I told Kate she said she was sorry. I
shrugged, "No reason for you  to be sorry. He doesn't know about us. He met
someone else. Someone less  demanding from what he said."
Later, in the  afternoon, I went into Kate's office and said, "We need to
talk. Since Kevin and  I are splitting I'm thinking that now might be a good
time for a change of  scenery. I'm thinking of going west, to Colorado or
Oregon."
Kate got up and  came around her desk. She grabbed my chin with her left
hand and forced her  thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue until I
whimpered in pain.  "Listen to me, slut. You're not going anywhere. You're
mine and you'll do as  you're told. Do you understand me?"
She released me  long enough for me to nod and whispered, "Yes,  Kate."
Then her thumb  was back in my mouth and I was helpless. She hissed, "Get
naked, bitch. You need  a taste of the strap to remind you who's in charge
here." She pressed hard on my  tongue, holding me helpless, while I removed my
blouse and skirt. Then she  walked me around her desk and I had to crouch
with her while she got a leather  strap out of her bottom drawer. She
continued to hold me like that while she  spanked me with the strap. It hurt like
hell and I was crying like a baby when  she finally stopped.
Finally, she  tossed the strap on her desk and released me. "Get your
clothes on and get back  to work, bitch."
I dressed quickly  and scampered back to my desk. She came out a few minute
later and said, "I have  an errand to run. I'll be gone for about thirty
minutes."
She was gone less  than thirty minutes. When she returned she tossed a
plain brown bag onto my  desk. "I brought you a present. Put it on and the come
in. We have things to  discuss."
She disappeared  into her office and I opened the bag. Inside was a plain
leather dog collar. It  was about 1" wide and had a brass plate affixed to
it. The plate was engraved:  `Kate's Bitch'. I put in down on my desk and
stared at it for a long time. Then  I got up and walked to the door, intending
to leave for good. I stopped glanced  back at my desk, thinking about how
good it felt when Kate fucked me. I walked  back, picked up the collar, and
fastened it around my neck.  When I walked into her office she smiled  and
said, "Bitches don't wear clothes.  Ever."
She hired someone  to replace me at the office and I moved into her house. I
'm her pet, her bitch,  her fuck slut. I take care of the house and all of
her personal needs. Her house  is located on a cul-de-sac and her property
is surrounded on three sides by a  state forest. The nearest neighbor is more
than ½ mile away. I work naked in the  yard during the warmer months. In
the winter I'm allowed to wears sweats,  gloves, a coat, and boots when I'm
out shoveling.  Her definition of winter is strictly by  the calendar. I've
worked nude in the yard in early December, running into the  garage every few
minutes to warm up.
I'm treated like  a pet, a well-loved, pampered pet and I'm content.
Once in a while  Kate lets me dress up and takes me out to dinner or a
movie. But I'm never  allowed to forget that I'm owned. I eat and drink out of
dog bowls. I'm allowed  to use my hands only to hold the bowls in place and
Im not allowed to prepare my  own food.  Except for the work I do  around
the house I'm expected to act like a dog, like the bitch I am. At night,  when
Kate's reading or watching television I'm either on my knees beside her
chair or curled up on the floor in front of her. She likes to warm her feet
on  my belly. Once in a while she slip me a doggy treat. I eat dog food laced
with  vitamins. I'm not allowed to talk unless in response to a direct
question.
A month ago she  called the house and I heard her tell me to pick up the
phone, something I'm not  allowed to do normally. She told me that she was
going out of town on business  and wouldn't be home that night.  "It's totally
unexpected. Bobbi will come over and feed  you."
I sighed. "Are  you fucking her?"
"That's none of  your business but the answer is no, not yet. When I get
back remind me to whip  you for being nosy. She knows about you and she's
fascinated. You'll act just  like she's me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Kate. I  understand."
"She'll be there  at 5:30. I've given her a key. She'll feed you and
service you and if you want  she'll take you for a walk. Be a good little bitch."
 She hung up before I had a  chance to answer.
I was on my  knees, facing the door, at 5:25. Bobbi arrived about ten
minutes later. When I  heard the key in the lock I braced myself. I knew she was
a redhead and  moderately attractive (according to Kate) and competed in
Triathlons. She came  through the door in a gust of cold air that turned my
nipples into hard little  points. She was taller than I expected, about 5' 8",
but otherwise she was  pretty much as Kate had described her. Her skin was
very pale and she had few  freckles. Her hair was dark red and hung to her
shoulders in a wild tangle of  curls. Her eyes were green, as pale as a
tropical ocean.  She locked the door and turned to me  with a smile, holding her
hand out. "You must be Kate's bitch. She's right, you  are a pretty slut."
I touched my nose  to the back of her hand for a moment and then licked it
several times. She  giggled, delighted, and I found myself liking her in
spite of my resentment  about the amount of time Kate spent with her each day.
She walked through the  house, exploring, and I followed on my hands and
knees. When we got to the  kitchen she noticed that my water bowl was empty. "
Are you  thirsty?"
I  nodded.
"What do you  drink from when it hasn't been filled? Show  me."
I glanced at the  lavatory and sighed. She followed me as crossed the
kitchen and nudged the door  open with my shoulder. I looked back at her and when
she ignored my pleading  look I sighed and turned to the toilet. I lapped
water out of the toilet,  totally humiliated.
She washed my  bowls and filled them. Then she sat down on the floor and
petted me while I ate.  She stroked my back, buttocks, and thighs and then
slipped her left hand under  me to fondle my tits and rub my belly.
When I done  eating she snapped a leash onto my collar and walked me around
the back yard for  ten minutes. When we went back inside she came into the
bathroom and watched me  pee. Using a toilet was one of the few human things
I was allowed. But privacy  wasn't. She crouched in front of me and pushed
my knees apart so she could  watch. I closed my eyes and blushed as I peed.
She told me I had pretty  knees.
She put me on my  knees in front of the sofa and fucked me with a strap-on
while I rested my upper  body on the soft leather cushion.  After my orgasm
I turned and licked the dildo clean. She ran her fingers  through my hair
and asked, "Does Kate ever fuck you in the ass?  Speak."
I shook my head  and answered, "No, ma'am." The fear was apparent in my
voice.
She smiled. "I  will, but not tonight." Then she whipped my ass with a
leather strap and left me  curled up in a corner, sobbing.
When Kate  returned the next day she saw the welts on my ass. "Were you a
bad girl?  Speak."
"No, ma'am. I was  good. She just whipped me because she  could."
Kate got Bobbi on  the phone. "Get your ass over here. Now!"
When Bobbi  arrived she was paler than usual and I realized that she was
terrified. Kate lit  into her as soon as the door was closed and locked. She
backhanded Bobbi across  the face and hissed, "I told you to feed her and
fuck her, I didn't tell you to  whip her. Nobody disciplines her but me. Is
that clear." She punctuated her  question with another slap.
Bobbi whispered,  "Yes, ma'am. Its very clear. I'm sorry."
Kate smiled.  "You'll be sorrier in a few minutes. Get your fuckin'
clothes off,  bitch."
Bobbi stripped in  record time. Kate marched her into the living room made
her kneel by the sofa  while she went to get a paddle. I watched, smiling,
while Kate paddled her ass  until it was as red as a tomato.  By  then Bobbi
was sobbing brokenly and begging for mercy. Kate pushed her off on  the
floor and tossed the paddle toward me. "My arm's tired. You paddle her for a
while."
I got up and sat  down on the sofa. Bobbi crept across my lap, still
sobbing, and I paddled her  for another five or six minutes. The next day Kate
began interviewing for a new  paralegal. Bobbi became second bitch in a
two-bitch  household.

The End.