This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.

A special "Thank You" goes to "Tacitus" and "Ted E. Bear", who were 
gracious enough to take a look see at my Neanderthal writing skills and
recommend changes that I think makes the story read far more better 
than what it would have.

                 "Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire"

                                by Musker

                       Inspired by and dedicated to
                            a very special Muse.

A special thanks to Ted E. Bear for helping me to proof read this for your reading enjoyment!

                                (part 2)

Beth stared at her reflection in the high polished surface of the elevator
door. She could not believe how her life had changed in the last month,
even more so in the last two weeks. Ever since she agreed to become her
boss', Katherine Sloan -- now, "Mistress Katherine" -- slave and lesbian bimbo
lover, a pretend slave and lover, nothing was the same. She remembered that
Saturday night as if it was yesterday. Ms. Sloan had offered her a last
resort idea to finally get rid of Paul. At the same time she told Beth of a
new high ranking position on the West Coast awaiting her, but only if they
got rid of Paul. Since then, life was a blur around her. She did remember
bits and pieces of it, even though she wished she couldn't.

Beth woke up that Sunday morning to discover a note from Katherine. She
would be gone Sunday and most of Monday. Beth should relax on Sunday, go to
work as usual on Monday and they would meet at the apartment when Katherine
returned. The disturbing part was that the note was signed "Your Mistress
Katherine." It sent a chill down Beth's spine when she read it. Right below
the signature was a little "happy face." Beth felt slightly better, seeing
that and confirming for her this was still all an act to regain her liberty.

It was ironic in a way. To regain her freedom from Paul, she first had to
surrender herself to Ms. Sloan. The old cliche came to mind --"Out of the
frying pan and into the fire". She chuckled to herself and pondered that
thought for a second. "No," she shook her head and muttered to herself,
"impossible. Second guessing everyone will only make matters worse and too
confusing for me to deal with. After all, it was Katherine who was there for
me when I needed her and it was Katherine that I really and truly trust. I
just have to believe in Katherine, the Plan and soon everything will work
out for the best."

Beth did as Katherine said and spent her free time Sunday watching
television. On Monday, she went to work, dressed in her bimbo attire and
performed her secretarial duties, gum popping and giggling. When she got
home to the apartment that evening, she was immediately taken aback.

New furniture had been added, furniture with heavy black straps dangling
menacingly. When Ms. Sloan greeted her, she was dressed very oddly. In
part, she was dressed as if she was going out for a sophisticated night on
the town, polished high heeled shoes, dark nylons, opera length black
velvet gloves, with hair and face made up to elegant perfection. But the
rest of her was right out of some ominous sexually depraved magazine. She
wore a tight bustier of leather that wrapped provocatively around her
womanly body and down between her legs. It had ornate shiny chrome inserts
defining her breasts, figure and pubic area. Ms. Sloan wore a narrow leather
collar, accented with shiny metal studs. At the same time, she looked both
beautiful and evil. The black leather riding crop in her hand underscored
her evil aura.

Katherine approached Beth with a sinister smile. The click of her heels on
the floor echoed in a slow, powerful gait. When she was only inches away,
in a voice that reminded Beth of a cat that had trapped its mouse, she said
"Welcome home, MY bimbo lesbian slave girl." Then, she took Beth's
wide-eyed face in her soft, velvety hands and kissed her, long, deep, and
passionately. Beth couldn't move. Her mouth was literally being raped by
this woman and she was powerless to do anything to stop it. When the kiss
finally ended, Katherine put her arms around Beth and hugged her
possessively. She whispered in Beth's ear not to be afraid. It was all
part of the Plan and to follow her into the bedroom. Once there, the
atmosphere changed dramatically. Katherine's mood became all excited and
giddy, which caused Beth to awaken sharply from her stunned trance.
Katherine explained at length what she had been doing for the last two days
and what was going to happen in the short time they had left.

Katherine explained that she had spoken with some of her old friends about
the D/S scene and asked for their help. Every one of them had been
sympathetic to Beth's plight and commented on how brave Beth must be to
follow this difficult route. Beth recalled how much better she had felt
when she heard that other women thought she was doing the right thing.
They all thought that Sloan's bizarre plan had merit too. They had given
Katherine a crash course in being a dominant and loaned her various devices,
gear and fetish garb to help make the Plan a success.

Katherine had hired a private investigator to follow Paul and report on his
actions. If Paul could do this to them, why not pay him back in kind? Katherine
wanted to know where Paul was every second of the day. This way, they could
intensify or relax their role playing as circumstances dictated. The big
news was that the corporate board would make it's decision and release the
news in two to three weeks. Shortly after, Katherine would have to leave for
the West Coast. That meant that they would have only a little time to make this 
pretend dominant/submissive relationship work well enough to fool Paul.

Beth remembered how Katherine worded it. She was so compassionate in how 
she explained their new relationship to her. "We will really have to get into
this kinky relationship as fast as possible Beth. I was hoping we could
ease our way into it, get a little used to it first, then go deeper as we
went along. But I'm afraid we will not have that luxury. I hope you
understand, but this has to appear real right off the bat for it to work."

Beth remembered how bitter sweet she felt upon hearing those words. The
repugnance of having to acknowledge and then accept willingly, the need
for expedience in the Plan's execution. At the same time, how touched she
was that Katherine had put so much time, money and energy into trying to
make the Plan work. Again, she remembered how they both hugged one another
and Katherine whispering in her ear that Beth was well worth the effort.

Then, Katherine laid down the ground rules. D/S was about control, Beth
would be surrendering herself to her superior, Mistress Katherine. A large 
part of this power transfer was in following orders, no matter what they were.
Along with this, Beth would be put into many subservient roles, emphasized
with lots of bondage and erotic fetish wear. Just reminiscing, Beth felt
another chill run down her spine when she recalled Katherine's matter of
fact tone telling her how her life was changing.

Beth squirmed over another part of the D/S relationship when Katherine had
explained it to her, SEX! Beth knew, even back when Katherine first
mentioned the word, this touchy area was going to include much more than
just some passionate kissing. Still, she trusted, even idolized Katherine.
Since neither of them was really a lesbian at heart, Beth was willing to do
her best to follow Katherine's lead. She remembered reaffirming to Katherine
her dedication to making the Plan work by doing everything that Katherine
might expect of her. A pledge she made not without some difficulty.

Katherine had told her that because of Paul's extremely intrusive
examination of their lives, they would be forced into this role playing 24
hours a day, 7 days a week for the next couple of weeks. Thus, reality
checks would be few and far between. Katherine would do her best to find
times and moments like now when they could come back into being who they
really were, and would soon be again together on the West Coast. Beth
understood the need for it all. Even though it would be hard for her, she
would do her best to stay in character at all times.

At that point, Katherine had offered Beth a little trick she used when a
situation became too much for her. It worked in all facets of her life --
business, social events and in private too. Katherine took a moment to
reaffirm "who" she was, "why" she was doing this and to bear in mind that
nothing lasts forever. Katherine kissed her on the cheek and told her to go
to bed. Tomorrow the plan would go into full effect. Beth needed her rest
if she was going to be able to perform as needed. Beth remembered fading
off to sleep repeating to herself a new and personal mantra. I am Beth
Jenson, a viable and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better
life, and this will soon be over."

Now, it all seemed like a dream. A horrible nightmare was more like it.
Beth quickly became three people in one. At work, she was Ms. Sloan's
airheaded, bimbo secretary. At home, she became the very obedient slave to
Mistress Katherine. Finally, in bed just before sleep claimed her, she was
Beth Jenson, a viable and free woman, who wanted a better life for herself
and prayed to God her current situation would soon end.

Mistress Katherine had been good to her word. The next morning, Beth was
unceremoniously inducted into Ms. Sloan's plan of last resource. Considering
how aggressive Ms. Sloan was in business, Beth should have guessed that she
would be equally aggressive in Beth's domination. Katherine changed Beth's
work wardrobe a bit. Her under things were packed away and put in storage.
She was no longer to wear bras or panties. This made Beth feel excited and
embarrassed at the same time. Her breasts no longer had any support and
even though they were still youthfully firm, they were on the above average
size. When she moved, especially suddenly, her breasts moved too, wiggling
and jiggling on their own like large mounds of Jell-O. The movement had a
rather pleasant and stimulating effect on her too. Her outside apparel
would sometimes rub against her bare nipples, exciting them into hard nubs,
a process Beth could only find desirable. It wasn't long, however, before
Beth's physical pleasure turned into emotional distress. Every time she
looked into a mirror, Beth could see her large, erect nipples poking
obscenely through the soft material of her blouse. Her "bimbo" image had
just been raised to another level.

No panties, together with too short skirts and dresses, only added to her
sweet and sour emotional state. Cool breezes and cold seats were brisk
reminders of her naughtiness, a feeling she was embarrassed to say she
was learning to like. Then again, any good feeling was washed away by shame
whenever she had to bend over. Instead of showing off pretty panties, Beth
was flashing her bare ass to the world.

It wasn't as though Beth went totally without undergarments. She now wore a
corset all the time. The corsets came in many different colors, designs and
materials. The colors were all bright and bold. The designs varied from
plain to very frilly and fashionably erotic. They also came in different
materials: cotton, satin, leather, thin latex, and one, of all things, in
thick rubber.

Despite the variety, they all still shared the same characteristics. They
were all old fashioned, laced up the back, and heavily ribbed. And they
all reduced her waist from four to six inches. A reduction that left Beth
in physical discomfort, many a times bordering on pure agony. Never-the-
less, she had to grin and bare it for the cause just like a good little trooper
or a devoted slave girl who was deeply in love with her domineering
Mistress.

The effect of the lacing, was to give Beth's body a severe "hour glass"
shape. As her waist was constricted inwards, and she filled out both above
and below the corset. Her hips and rear became wider and rounder, and her
breasts seem to increase from a full "C" to almost a "D" cup, that is if there
was anything to cup them with. Her bimbo look was becoming more and 
more a physical reality with each passing day.

Her outerwear underwent only a minor change. Given her much enhanced,
voluptuous figure, she did have to pack away some of her older, now poorly
fitting wardrobe. Mistress Katherine had made up for her slave's loss with
new clothes more appropriate for her new position. Her new clothes were
still the bright, tight, and flesh exhibiting outfits they were before. But
the material was very different. Now, her clothes featured much more tight
leathers, more squeaking ultra-thin latexes and one dress even of a hot,
squeezing, suffocating rubber. Beth still looked like the office bimbo, but
now she was the "fetish" office bimbo.

Beth had to endure two other changes in apparel that distressed her the
most, each bordering on almost pure abject humiliation. Her high heels were
raised from five inches to six or seven inches, often with a platform sole.
The too-high heels not only caused her feet to hurt and her legs to cramp,
but they made her "bump and grind" swagger even more exaggeratedly.
Worse, the combination of higher heels and tighter corsets molded her 
figure into a kind of lazy "S" shape. She was forced to thrust her hard 
nippled breasts out wantonly and to jut her rounded rear out appalling.
Before this, when she walked, her breasts quivered seductively. Now, 
without any effort on Beth's part and much to her dismay, her two 
ballooned boobs bounced about obscenely.

The other cause for her acute embarrassment was the added jewelry she was
required to wear. Around her neck, Beth had to wear a kind of snug
necklace, a simple choker to the casual observer. On close inspection, it
was a decorated dog collar, complete with identification tag. The tag
identified her as "B, property of K.S." The other piece of feminine jewelry
was an ankle bracelet. People in the know might have called it a
fashionable slave bracelet. In this case, it was not a fashion statement.
It was a real symbol of ownership, tagged with the owner's name,
"Katherine's". If Beth's former bimbo appearance troubled her, then her
added fetish and slave accouterments embarrassed her to the very core of
her being. But it did not end there.

It was not good enough merely to look the part, Beth now had to act the
part of a bimbo as well. Mistress Katherine had more than a few ideas in
that department too. Beth was required to call her boss "Ms. Sloan,"
"Mistress," or "Mistress Katherin." At work, when people were around, Beth
was to call her "Ms. Sloan". When they were alone or away from work, she
would answer with "Mistress" or "Mistress Katherin," even during those few
times when a reality check was afforded them. Mistress Katherine insisted on
it, since in doing so would help prevent slip-ups. It was only for a couple
of weeks, so Beth complied.

On the other hand, Mistress Katherine would call Beth anything she wanted,
at any time. Once, Mistress called her "slave" over their intercom when
there were clients in the outer office with her. Beth just giggled like the
airheaded bimbo she portrayed to perfection and informed the clients that
it was just a little joke about how her boss worked her so hard. Most of
the time, Mistress would call her "pet", or use simply the letter "B".
Mistress Katherine told her she liked those two the most. Each signified
their relationship to a "T". Beth was merely a pet to be played with now
and then. At other times, when Mistress used her as a slave, she would call
Beth "B" since her slave status made her unworthy of even a full first
name. Look the part. Act the part.

The protocol did not end there. Mistress Katherine required Beth to refer
to herself in the third person. Beth was forced to say things like
"Mistress, B would like to ask you something" or "Mistress, could B have
something to eat, she is really hungry" or "Your pet is very sorry for not
understanding you, please do not punish her severely." Even in the midst of
a reality check, Beth was expected to speak in this demeaning way.
Consistency was everything.

Throughout the day, Beth was also required to drink soda through a straw.
Of course, in keeping with her "bimbo" persona, she had to make as much
noise as possible. After all, bad manners was part of being a bimbo.
Drinking so much meant she had to go to the bathroom often. Mistress
Katherine only allowed her slave to go to the restroom down the hall once
during the day. If she needed to go more than that, she had to use
Katherine's private facilities -- but only after asking for permission.

Beth dreaded that part the most. She was not allowed simply to ask to use
her Mistress's washroom, but had to go through a whole degrading scene that
was suppose to be for the benefit of the D/S relationship and Paul if he
happened to be spying on them at the time. Beth had to first knock on the
door and ask: "Could B ask a question." Sometimes, Katherine was too busy
and refused her. Beth was required to answer: "B is sorry for interrupting
you, Mistress." She then had to go back to her desk and wait ten minutes
before trying again.

If her Mistress decided to see her, Beth was to respond "Thank you,
Mistress," and walk up to the front of her desk and wait for her Mistress
to address her again. She always had to wait. While she did, she would go
into a choreographed act designed to make Paul think twice about his
infatuation with Beth. Sometimes, it wasn't all an act either. Beth was to
start fidgeting, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, swinging
her body from side to side, her elbows always bent and held close to her
waist, her arms and limp wrists at right angles to one another. She had to
make little moans of distress, and then start bouncing up and down from the
knees. She was to act like a little girl in need of going to the washroom.
Finally, Mistress Katherine would ask Beth what she wanted. Beth was to
respond: "Please Mistress, B is sorry for the interruption, but B needs to
pee very badly."

Katherine would always ask her if it was truly an emergency. That was Beth's
cue to intensify her act. She was to shift her weight much faster now while
raising one foot then the other, keeping her knees akimbo. She had to
increase her bouncing in place and wave her forearms and flap her hands
limply up and down in a kind of dire panic. Her facial expression was
to match her body's urgent need for relief with distressed pouts and
squinting eyes. As a final plea, she was to say: "Please, Mistress ...
pretty please, Mistress, B really needs to go potty bad!"

After a few minutes of watching Beth's award-winning dance, Katherine would
tell her to go ahead. Of course Beth would thank her Mistress profusely and
run to the private washroom as fast as her high heels and tight skirt would
allow. Once Beth was finished she would look at her pathetic self in the
mirror and almost cry. The only thing that prevented a gush of tears was
her mantra. I am Beth Jenson, a viable and free heterosexual woman. I am
doing this for a better life and this will soon be over.

Beth would exit the private restroom and walk back to Mistress Katherine.
Once there, she was to strike her "bimbo pose." Whenever Beth was standing
in her Mistress' presence at the office, she was to automatically pose
herself, a horrible way of coming to attention. Beth had to stand with her
weight shifted onto one leg and her hip jutting out to the side. She was to
rest her hand on her hip to draw even more attention to her luscious pelvic
curves. Then, both shoulders were drawn back firmly, thrusting out her
bulging breasts and pouting nipples to their maximum effect. Finally, she
was to stare, big-eyed and vacant, off into space while chewing bubble gum,
her mouth open. Beth was to hold this pose for the count of ten. If nothing
happened, she was to slowly shift her entire pose to the other side.  The
whole idea was to reinforce her image as a bimboesque sex object, and down
play for Paul's benefit her existence as a unique cognitive woman. So far,
student Beth was getting straight "A"s. By this time, Katherine would either
wave her on to her secretarial duties or have Beth just stand there, shifting 
her pose every ten seconds like a hooker on a street corner looking for 
some hot action.

Lunch time was another opportunity for Katherine to intensify the Plan.
According to her PI's report, this was a key time when Paul spied on them.
Knowing that Paul wanted Beth as his well-mannered, moral wife and 
mother of his children, Katherine tried to set up a lunchtime situations to
end Paul's fantasy post haste.

Katherine had Beth do a kind of bump and grind strip show for her at lunch.
Beth was told to perform like a slut queen on stage, peeling her figure-
hugging clothes from her soft feminine body in a long slow draw while
fluttering her long false eye lashes like a first class vamp. If she wasn't
flashing a full, inviting smile from ear to ear, her ripen red lips were
pouting in a luscious come-hither look. Oh yes, Katherine made sure Beth
knew Paul was getting an eye full. She instructed Beth to move enticingly,
slowly, sensuously like a hooker in an Amsterdam window. A few times during
the strip show, she would tell Beth to stop her erotic gyrations and simply
pose for her. This Beth had to do in ways that were purely sexual, either
teasingly sophomoric or blatant in-your-face pornography. Katherine was the
erotic puppeteer and Beth was the bimbo "Barbie" doll on a string. Katherine
accepted nothing less than perfection from poor, humiliated Beth as she
commanded her to repeat each move until her Mistress was totally satisfied
with it's execution. Beth followed her mentor's lead without objection,
even though she felt degraded to tears. But as a "slave," her body and mind
was no longer her's to command. The Plan stipulated that she "belonged" to
her Mistress and she had to obey, freely, without reservations and to the
utmost of her abilities. And so Beth quietly complied.

Katherine would never let Beth remove any more than her outer clothes but
that was no great reprieve. Her only attire was her sexy tight corset, her
long dark nylons held up by frilly garter straps, and her stiletto heels.
At this point, Katherine would really began to raise the heat for spying
Paul, and for poor, tormented, red-faced Beth too.

Beth was forced to dance in a way that focused attention to her tits, ass
and pussy. She would move her waist, shoulders and arms so her tits would
shake, jiggle and bounce like the full, ripened sex-objects they had
become. Her hips and ass were paraded, rolled and wagged like a belly
dancer without a skirt. With her pussy, she had to spread her legs, bend
her knees and do a pelvic thrust in a kind of air-humping. The only thing
she could not do, via her Mistress' explicit order, was to touch herself.
She could not touch her big, bouncing tits. She could not touch her
gyrating ass and hips. And she certainly could not touch her tender and
increasingly wet pussy. Only Mistress Katherine had the right to touch
those feminine jewels of erotic pleasure.

Throughout Beth's lewd dance, Katherine would tell her to freeze and Beth
would have to stop immediately. She would be straight-legged, bent at the
waist, wiggling her ass in front of Katherine's face when her Mistress would
say "FREEZE!". Beth would turn to stone, right then and there. Katherine
would then rub her hands over her pet's smooth and subtle rear end.

At first, her touch would be soft and caressing like a lover. Then, it
became heavy and massaging like a baker kneading dough. Sooner or later,
Beth would feel the first slap. Sometimes, it was gentle but mostly it was
not. In a short time, Beth's derriere would have turned a brilliant red.
At this point, Katherine would change tactics and perform a slow sensuous
rubbing. Of late, Beth was beginning to enjoy these little erotic spankings,
a feeling she later reflected on with misgivings.

At other times in the dance, Beth would freeze bent over, her big tits
hanging free in front of Katherine and her big red ass sticking out in back
right in front of Katherine's office's window. Katherine wanted Paul to get a
good look at what was happening to his dream girl, regardless if anyone
else did too. Besides, it was time for Mistress Katherine to play with B's
sweet breasts.

Like her ass, Katherine started warmly, caringly and gently. Her touch would
be ever so light, slow, intimate. She would circle the base of Beth's
nipples affectionately causing Beth to experience an exciting, tingling
sensation. To Beth's dismay, it aroused her a lot. She would play with her
erect nipples, bouncing them around with her finger tips, and then trapping 
and rolling them delicately between her finger and thumb. She would lightly
pinch them, draw them down slowly and then abruptly let them go. Katherine
was particularly delighted in watching Beth's breasts bounce around
when she did this. Even Beth found a subtle pleasure in experiencing
this kind of kinky foreplay.

Soon, Katherine's tit-fondling became more aggressive. She would cup and
squeeze Beth's breasts, grabbing them, pulling on them, even digging her
fingers into their succulent flesh with fervor. Beth's nipples would also see
such dynamic action. The pinching had become harder, the pulling more
strenuous and in all directions, even circular. At times, Beth felt like a
cow having her teats mangled by an overzealous milk maid. Every now and
then, she would feel a sharp, quick twist of pain that seem like a flash of
electricity running through her body. To her surprise, Beth found even this,
slightly pleasurable.

Despite those few moments of physical pleasure, Beth still found it all
degrading and humiliating as this all-too-surreal nightmare continued to
unfold before her. Then again, why wouldn't she? She was not a lesbian. She
was not a kinky person. And she certainly was not interested in being
treated as a simple, mindless sex-object. Sometimes though, it seemed as if
her mind was telling her one thing while her body was telling her the
complete opposite. Beth was beginning to find it harder and harder to trust
one over the other. This was distinctively true when Katherine told her to
freeze when her pussy was pushed up and out for easy access. Yet, Katherine
never touched Beth there. She would touch her everywhere else though,
gently up and down her inner thighs and softly, almost ticklishly over and
around her pubic area. Katherine would even blow lightly on Beth's wet pussy
sending a wave of cool sensation throughout her hot inner core. But she
would never touch her there. Unbelievably, Beth found this very frustrating!
Not having her pussy touched by Katherine, a woman, might have
relieved her mental concerns, but it did noting to appease her body which
had been aching so desperately to be touch there.

Some submerged part of Beth wanted her Mistress to fondle her there, to
stimulate her there, to use her until she experienced the most mind-blowing
orgasm she had ever had. Beth's mental and physical needs confused her
badly. Her body yearned for the lesbian stimulated orgasm it was being
denied. Beth knew, however, that if she did, she would feel terribly guilt
stricken and ashamed afterwards. It was a Catch 22, damned if she did and
damned if she didn't. But she was a "slave" now and decisions like this
were not her's to make anymore. Mistress Katherine made these type of
decisions and she always left Beth frustrated, in more ways than one.

At the end of their lunchtime extravaganza, Katherine would tell Beth to
gather up her clothes, go to her private restroom and put herself back
together and definitely not to masturbate. Beth would answered with a
simpering "Yes Mistress, B thanks you very much for a lovely lunch
Mistress" and scoot off to the restroom.

Once alone, she would soon break down in tears, her heavy makeup running
and smearing down her face. It wasn't so much what Katherine made her do
that distressed her, even when she tried hard to forget. Worse, it was how
she felt afterwards standing, half-dressed in the restroom. She was alone,
horny as all hell, but somehow helpless to do anything about it. She would
then stare at her bizarre image in the vanity's mirror and think to herself
"Why can't I just finger myself off to a wonderful orgasm?  The door is
closed, I am alone, no one would know. So why can't I?" Beth always found
herself crying when she tried to answer those questions. "Am I slipping
more and more into my slave role? Am I really this powerless to stop it?
Maybe deep down, I really don't want to stop this facade after all." That
last thought would always make her cry the most. She would then tell
herself that wasn't it. That couldn't be the real reason why. Beth simply
would not accept what her body and repressed emotions were telling her.
"It's all a small side-effect from putting too much of myself into my play
role, that's all. Once everything is back to normal then I will be too."
Her mind would always rationalized its way out of her dilemma.

But each time she went through this, it seem to take her a little longer to
pull herself together, clean herself up and get back into her sub role. Her
mantra ran in her head automatically the whole time. I am Beth Jenson, a
viable and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life, and
this will soon be over.

She took a final look in the mirror. Beth was finding it harder to see herself
as she used to be. She repeated her mantra with more resolve "I am BETH 
JENSON, a viable and FREE HETEROSEXUAL woman. I am doing this for a
BETTER LIFE, and this WILL soon BE OVER. It was helping. There was still
hope. I can survive this too.

Beth presented herself to Mistress Katherine, bimbo pose and all. Katherine
took B in her arms and kissed her, softly at first, firmly next, and then
passionately without reservation. B responded in kind, her mantra echoing.
I am Beth Jenson, a viable and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for
a better life and this will soon be over. Katherine broke the kiss and hugged
 her tightly. She whispered in her ear "Soon BETH, soon." Beth hugged
her back. Her eyes getting glossy again. Her mantra faded in her mind.
There was hope, there really was.

Katherine broke the hug and told Beth to get back to work. Beth smiled. "Yes
Mistress, THANK YOU Mistress" emphasizing her "thank you" to Katherine's
mention of her name. Katherine smiled back and in a warm voice replied,
"You're welcome . . . Beth". They had a reality check. It was short and
sweet but it spoke volumes to Beth. It seemed to recharge Beth's batteries
as she swaggered in triumph back to her desk. A moment later, Katherine
heard someone blow their nose in her outer office. She smiled.

The door on the elevator opened and Beth was thrust back into the present.
She followed Katherine into the vacant elevator. The doors closed soon after
them. She was standing behind Mistress Katherine as was her place, the
correct place for a slave. The workday was done and with it, her role as
office bimbo. It was time to take on another role, a role that played down
her bimbo personality and forced her into total perverted objectivity.
They felt the elevator going down. They were going straight home tonight.
She knew this as fact, straight off, and as early on as this morning before
they left for work. She knew this because she was wearing a long trench
coat. If they were going out before going home, then she would not be
wearing it.

Beth stared again at their reflected images. How could their relationship
change so fast?  A month ago, it was employer and employee, teacher and
student, and mentor and disciple. Then, it changed to pseudo-lesbian
lovers, next to corporate executive lesbian and her office lesbian bimbo.
Finally, it had mutated to dominant and submissive lesbians, or more simply
Mistress and slave.

Beth looked long and hard at their images. In the reflection, it seemed as
though her greatest changes were on the outside -- body, dress, behavior.
On the inside, she still remained her old self, at least those parts she
still recognized and had control over. When she looked at Katherine, Beth
could see she was her old self on the outside. But Katherine was changing
on the inside, and that scared Beth immensely!

Oh, she knew that Katherine was role-playing just like she was. After all,
neither of them were truly kinky lesbians. There was something, however,
in the way she went about it. It was hard for Beth to put her finger on it.
This whole project was becoming one emotional, confused mess for her.
Still, it was there. Katherine seem to go a bit overboard sometimes, as if
she enjoyed turning Beth into a lesbian bimbo slave girl. It wasn't a
question of what she did, but the intensity Katherine did it with often made
Beth's skin crawl in fear.

There was the time when she was doing some typing at her desk and Katherine
came up behind her. She started rubbing Beth's shoulders. The shoulder
massage felt so good. Then, Katherine's hands started to move down Beth's
arms, over her chest and breasts. Her hands cupped Beth's breasts and then
gently rub them through her sheer blouse. She felt Katherine's heavy breath
on the back of her neck followed by a series of little kisses down the
side. She felt more than a little uneasy and asked Mistress Katherine "Is
there anything B could do for you Mistress?"

Katherine answered directly. "No, continue what you are doing, pet, and
ignore what I am doing to you. That is, if you can."  The last part was put
as a kind of taunting dare.

Intimidated, Beth did not press the issue. She did as Katherine told her and
continued typing, doing her best to ignore Katherine's unwanted attentions.
Instead, Katherine raised it to another level. The soft, small kisses on her 
neck became big, wet smooches with an occasional gentle teeth-dragging
along her sensitive skin. Katherine's tongue would run up and down Beth's
neck, giving her goose bumps of excitement and fear at the same time. Her
hands massaged her breasts, squeezing them, lifting them, rolling them
around on her chest. Beth could not help but enjoy having her breasts
ravished this way. Katherine found her ear and began to play with this new
erogenous zone. Her lips trapped parts of Beth's ear and pulled and sucked
lustfully. She gave Beth little love bites, nothing serious, just a bit of
aggressive playfulness. Her tongue took charge as it explored and violated
every nook and cranny in her ear. Beth giggled and cooed with delight since
it tickled and made her feel warm and yearning for more.

Katherine's coddling of Beth's breasts shifted into a kind of cat and mouse
play with her nipples. Her hands would cover her breasts in such a way that
the palms of her hands would barely touch the hard erect points of Beth's
nipples. As Katherine moved her hands around the outside of Beth's breasts,
her palms would sometimes drag lightly across Beth's nipples in a tingly,
ticklish way. Beth was being toyed with in a way that made her shiver.

Try as she might, Beth couldn't concentrate on her typing. What she was
feeling went beyond just a couple of office girls fooling around for show
or jest. Katherine was performing foreplay on her, arousing her, sending her
well on her way to a starving orgasm. The intensity of Katherine's tongue in
her ear was at the same level with having a hot cock fucking her, something
that Beth began to fantasize over.

But something was wrong here. Katherine was getting too carried away. She
was going over the top. It was as if Doctor Jeckle had turned into the 
lesbian Ms. Hide and Beth was turning into her erotic feast for the day.
Just when Beth was about to break it off, Doctor Jeckle regained control
and Katherine abandoned her sexual assault. She immediately grabbed Beth's
lower jaw in her hand, turned her head so that Beth was looking out the
office's window.

"Smile, pet, we're on candid camera." She turned Beth's head back to face
hers and gave her one hell of a hot French kiss. Katherine broke off her
kiss, told Beth to go back to work, and left for her inner office. Beth knew
then that Katherine had received a call from her PI that Paul was watching
them. Katherine must have decided to give Paul something to look at. 
Couldn't she have told Beth what she had planned? How could Beth
prepare herself? Why did Katherine go so far overboard? Could Katherine
have a secret agenda, she wondered and not for the first time?

Then, there was the time when they went out for dinner after work. Beth
had to continue to play the submissive. She understood this. But once
again, Katherine seemed to take it way too far. Beth had to follow behind
Katherine at all times. Katherine entered the restaurant, talked with the
maitre d', was shown to a table, placed the order and waited for the food
while sipping her glass of wine. Through this entire process, Katherine
pretended that Beth was not even there. Beth was not allowed to talk to
anyone or order any food or drink. Beth was to just sit next to Mistress
Katherine, her head cast slightly down in total silence, and wait. Wait
amongst all the stares and hushed gossip. Why would an impeccably
dressed business woman associate herself with such a wantonly 
flamboyant street whore?

When the food came, Katherine periodically fed Beth with morsels from
her plate. She would also allow Beth to sip some wine from a glass that she
held to her lips. And it was Katherine who started and finished all outside
conversations directed to either of them. Beth was shocked at how easy it
was for Katherine to treat Beth as such a nonperson in public as she had. It
made her wonder if she could trust Katherine so blindly.

The elevator doors opened and Katherine lead the way to the underground
parking garage. Beth knew they were going straight home tonight because of
the long trench coat she wore. Or rather, what was underneath the coat.

To make the Plan seem real and in another example of how Katherine seemed
to have gone over the top, Beth had to be bound underneath the coat. It
started in the morning, just before they left for work. Katherine would come
into Beth's bedroom and tell her to "Present yourself for leaving, slave."
This would be the cue for Beth to stand before her Mistress with her back
turned, arms behind her palm to palm. Katherine would take a wide strap
and fasten it snugly around Beth's wrists. She would take another strap and
fasten it around her arms just below her elbows. In the beginning, Katherine
left some space between her elbows since Beth was not very limber.
Considering the intense training at the tutelage of Mistress Katherine, Beth
was able to have her elbows bound tightly, one to the other in record time.
Of course, this made Beth's breasts and nipples bulge out even more. Beth
was then to turn around and face her Mistress. Katherine took two more
straps and fastened them around Beth's arms and torso, one just below her
overflowing breasts and the other around the smallest part of her wasp like
waist. Being bound like this while wearing the constricting corset made
Beth as stiff as a board from the waist up. Katherine placed the trench coat
over Beth's shoulders and buttoned up the front. The sash was tied around
her waist. The empty sleeves were placed in her pockets and pinned inside
to keep them from falling out. Beth looked quite inconspicuous.

A final item was presented to Beth. When she had first seen it and learned
what it was for, her eyes had bugged out in disbelief. Beth found herself
begging Katherine for mercy -- just like a slave in the thrones of misery.
"Please, Mistress, your pet doesn't think it will fit inside of her. It is
way too big for your pet, Mistress. Please don't make your pet take it into
her. Please Mistress Katherine, please!"

Katherine just smiled and giggled. "Do you really think I would force such a
big think like this inside of you, pet? Come now, you have to give me more
credit than that. Look, see how I can compress it? Now open that succulent
mouth of yours slave and say ahhhh."

Beth did as she was told and Katherine began to push a big yellow nerf ball
into her mouth. She even had to put one hand behind Beth's neck for support
in order to force the whole spongy ball into her gapping hole. Once in, she
told Beth to close her mouth as far as she could and then force her lips to
meet in front. Beth was to make sure she kept her lips sealed together.
Katherine wanted never to see any yellow color coming from Beth's mouth.
Beth nodded her head and moaned in acknowledgment of her Mistress's
orders. She tried to force her jaws as close together as the ball would
allow. Then, she forced her lips close to fill in the rest. The purpose of
the mouth gag was to force Beth to keep her attention on hiding the ball in
her mouth, not on her tightly strapped bondage, not on how people might
look at her nor what might transpire around her. All she had to do was keep
her mouth shut and follow behind her Mistress like a good little slave
girl. Besides, Katherine though it made her look so cute with her lips
pucker up so. Just like a bimbo Cupie doll.

Since the two came to work this way, it was just as fitting for them to go
home the same way. Katherine opened the passenger door for Beth. Beth 
turned and slowly sat down into the seat. The combination of tight corset 
and bondage straps made moving about difficult, not to mention what a 
major discomfort it was for Beth just to breath.

Beth turned and sat normally in her seat, or what passed as normal.
Katherine took three more straps from behind the seat and fastened them
around Beth's legs, one above and one below her knees, the other around her
crossed ankles. Katherine took one last long look at her helplessly bound and
gagged slave girl and then closed the car's door. The seat belt and shoulder 
harness automatically wrapped itself around Beth's totally immobile form.

Katherine got in on the driver's side and closed the door. She took a moment
and started the car. Just before she put the car in gear, she turned to Beth. 
Are you ready to go home, pet?"  Beth replied with a nod of her head and a 
soft short grunt.

They were headed home now. Home, where Beth's waking nightmare was being
molded into new depths of anguish and humiliation.

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Part 3 coming in about three weeks

Beth finds how the life of a slave at home differs from one of a bimbo at
the office. She soon longs to be the bimbo at the office.