(part 10)
"A Party to Perplex Paul"
Beth could hear Katherine in the other room preparing the few selected guests for the bonding ceremony to begin. She could feel the anxiety building up inside of her, and she was ready. Just this one final event to go and it would all be over with, forever! The proverbial last straw to break Paul's infatuated back, and she knew it would, especially after performing her duty as a Tonya's trained serving wench.
She chuckled to herself when she remembered the look on Paul's face. The look of total confusion and revulsion when he saw her serving drinks. He already knew about her bald head because he had watched every humiliating second of it through that big picture window last night. Katherine even sent him the photos of the event via express mail. But seeing her up close and in person, wearing that serving wench uniform and playing her role as lesbian bimbo sex slave to perfection, it literally made him dumbfounded with abject horror and sickened with nausea.
Katherine said it would break the love spell Paul had on her, and he was almost there. Just as Beth was almost there in sunny California. The land where freedom and her new executive position lay waiting. This alone made Beth lick her lips with sweet delight.
But playing the serving wench also left her with a bitter after taste as well. That's when Beth's smile turned into a grimace as she shut her eyes tightly trying not to remember the rest of those tormented times. But alas, her mind's eye showed her in shocking clarity the humiliating highlights that made her stomach turn and, for some reason, made her pussy moist.
Shortly after Tonya had finished turning Beth into a first class serving wench, she told Beth it was time for her to don the rest of her uniform. Beth remembered how happy she was in being allowed to wear something that was more substantial than the agonizing wasp corset and the towering footwear. Clothing, even in the form of a decadent maid's uniform, would be a welcomed consolation if it would only cover her obscenely pumped up chest and brightly red derriere, just a little.
At first, Beth thought Tonya was putting the black latex maid's dress on backwards. But Tonya continued to twist and tug it into position until she was happy with it's fit. Then she added the token white lace cap, apron and wrist length gloves to complete the ensemble. A quick touch up of her makeup, and Beth was declared finished and ready for duty. Tonya then left her to go and prepare herself for the party.
Beth began bumping her head against the pole while saying in a hushed voice, "Why do I keep remembering these obscene vulgar images of myself?"
She soon stopped her head banging, opened her eyes and stared out into space. She tried to focus on something in the room, but her mind's eye continued to show her only one image.
Oh why did she look into that mirror after Tonya went away? She should have known by now that every time she thought things were about to get better, they only turned out worse. She thought the uniform would be better for her, but the memory of her reflected image paid little resemblance to the beautiful business woman she once was.
That black latex dress, the one she thought Tonya was putting on backwards, was in fact put on correctly. But like those damn custom stiletto shoes, it was made for a particular kinky voyeur's interest.
It fit around her torso very tightly, with a high neck and short puffy sleeves. It was trimmed out in very pretty white ruffled lace, just like her shoes were. The dress had a large oval cut out in the front for both of her corset enhanced breasts to fit through. Her breasts were thus laid bare and in full panoramic view for all to see and admire. The black shiny latex pushed them up and out while the soft white ruffles around the opening framed them like an exciting erotic picture. Instead of covering her female nakedness, the dress put them on display like a hooker in one of those seedy twenty five cent peep shows.
The skirt part was open in the front, and back, like a pair of pulled back window drapes. The manner in which her skirt exhibited her bare pussy and red butt was as if they had a classic regal significance to them. A look that ran counter to the "in your face" pornographic spectacle that Beth felt they had. Even the apron, more symbolic than functional, was only long enough to reach her pubic area, leaving her badge of female sexuality in full, unobstructed, view.
The final shocking component of Tonya's conception of what a proper serving wench looked like was her makeup, or the lack there of. The only cosmetic Tonya had used on Beth was a brightly colored red lipstick and a touch of lip-gloss. Her lips were carefully painted to make them look twice their normal size. The red puckered lips seemed to dominate her entire face, especially without any hair on her head and no eyebrows. Tonya put on a little lipstick to redden her nipples, and her pussy lips as well. On the latter, she dabbed a little lip-gloss making Beth look as if she was in a constant heightened state of oozing sexual arousal.
Beth remembered stepping back from the mirror to take in her whole bizarre image. She began wondering why Tonya made her up to look like that. Her face appeared to be nothing more than two big pouting red lips on a flesh colored background topped by a glued on little maid's cap with two ribbons hanging down in back of her bald head. Even her beautiful brown eyes played only a cameo role compared to her outlandish, gaudy red lips.
When she looked at her torso it seemed like the dress was there as an accent, a mere accessory, to enhance and spotlight her nakedness instead of covering it. Even her shiny black heels from hell made her bare legs seem longer and incredibly shapelier than they were. She remembered just standing there, looking at herself and thinking.
Beth began moving her head from side to side against the wooden pole in an exaggerated rebellious NO! She knew the reason why she was made to look that way. It all seemed to fall into place now. It was madness! But madness with a method behind it. A method that she willingly played part in, and in so doing, felt herself slipping into that same madness that Tonya was caught in when she created Thing. But in Beth's case, she still had hope. Hope, that was a hair's breadth away in the next room just beyond this macabre nightmare and in the form of Katherine.
She hated having to play this part in Katherine's plan. The plan that was bringing fantasy closer to reality with each passing moment, and a reality that was staring right back at her in her own unshakable memory.
The reflection was no longer her, Beth. Beth, the independent, cognitive and beautiful heterosexual woman had ceased to be. Just as Cynthia ceased to be when she became "Thing". And like "Thing", Beth too had become an object, a symbol, a metaphor for Tonya's insatiable wet dreams.
The customized maid's uniform was a symbol of her kinky erotic servitude, and by wearing it, Beth made it clear to everyone at the party that she was Katherine's sex slave. The flaunting display of her lips, breasts, pussy and rear end were all metaphors of her status as a sexually obsessed bimbo who was in constant need of wanton attention.
Her former identity as Beth was now gone, all gone, and in its place was this generic bimbo sex slave. A mer piece of owned property belonging to Ms. Katherine Sloan. Beth had become the antithesis to what she passionately dreamed of becoming all of her life, a successful loving woman of quality with beauty and grace. And as a result, her soul cried tears for the loss.
Beth stopped shaking her head and then opened her misty eyes looking in the direction where Thing was perched. She could no longer see Thing for one of those panel screens had been placed around her. Tonya thought it would be better to hide Thing during the bonding ceremony. After all, it was Katherine and B's big moment, and no one wanted to risk compromising the plan now. But Beth looked over to that corner of the room and thought to herself, 'if not for the grace of Katherine, there would go I.'
She trusted Katherine, her business mentor and very dear friend. Beth had pledged herself to Katherine to become the very best and most loyal corporate executive humanly possible when they reached California. In part, in deep appreciation for getting Paul out of her life, but largely for not letting this nightmare become a lifelong reality like Thing's did.
Beth tried to take a deep breath but the straps held their grip on her. Her mind slowly drifted back to the party and her duties as a serving wench. Thank goodness that part of the nightmare was over with. Now all she had left were these ugly memories to get rid of, and those she would forget soon enough if her mind would only let her.
She remembered the guests were really only a few in number, mostly from work, former friends and bosses. Former, because when the plan went into effect, and her role as Katherine's lesbian girl Friday came into being, her friends had deserted her like rats from a sinking ship. Thankfully she would never see them again after tonight. But she still felt a residue of self-loathing having to serve them drinks in the way that she was dressed and trained to do. Many times, when her back was turned, she could hear a faint giggle or a repressed laugh from those same members of her former peer group. But thanks to Katherine's high position, they were still too afraid of getting carried away.
It was strange in a way. At first, her fellow work mates were shocked into silence with her exotic appearance, just like she was when she first saw Thing. But when Beth replayed the speech that Tonya made her memorize, they seemed to lose their initial shock and concern for her welfare. They thought it was particularly funny when she referred to herself in the third person as the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine.
Most of the guests maintained their conversations between themselves, to which the topic of their discussion was centered around Beth and Katherine. But once in a while, a few brave souls would ask her a question or two. The women were concerned with her being coerced or blackmailed into her present role when they asked her, "Beth, are you being forced into doing this?"
To which she would shake her head so vigorously NO that the two ends of the ribbon that extended down from her lacy maid cap would fly wildly around her bald head. Then, while keeping her eyes cast down, she would respond with her carefully scripted answer.
"Oh No Mistress! B, the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine, is doing this because she REALLY wants too. Lesbian B loves having sex with women. Bimbo B adores dressing up like a gaudy street whore in heat and showing off her big tits, tiny waist and always wet pussy to everyone around her. And slave B feels so relieved that her life is so much simpler now. B only does what Mistress Katherine tells B to do and B loves every moment of it. And so does Mistress Katherine!"
The guys on the other hand saw her as pure eye candy. They joked around amongst themselves wondering if there was a chance for them to sample any of her tempting displayed attributes. Beth felt angered by their drooling leers and belief that she was nothing but a slut who would suck and fuck anyone at the snap of a finger. But Beth always maintained her smiling domesticated air even when one guy, who was too drunk to know better, asked her to go into a vacant room with him.
To that arrogant man, Beth simply replied that her mind, body and soul were all devoted to Mistress Katherine. Thus, he needed to ask permission from Mistress Katherine first for her to do so. Just like Tonya had taught her to say under such circumstances. Of course no guy would ever think of asking for permission to have sex with a woman that belonged to such a powerful corporate executive like Ms. Sloan. So Beth was safe in that area.
The really hard part occurred after she finished serving her former work friends. She would perform her choreograph little curtsy, turn slowly around and then walk away. It was when she walk away that she could always hear the snickers, giggles and sometimes outright laughter that was a result of her strutting bimbo walk with her plump red butt wagging behind her. The anguish she felt from this was very hard on Beth. These were the people who once respected her, for her effective business talents and as a woman of character and beauty. But now, all they saw was nothing more than a simple servile sex object to make fun of or to lust over.
But Beth's torment was not limited to people she knew from work. Two of the guests were the lady cops that had arrested her as a prostitute, Erica and Mary.
At first she didn't recognize them. Both of them, as well as everyone else at the party, looked positively radiant. The women were the epitome of beauty and elegance while the men distinguished and gentile. All were in sharp contrast to Beth's conspicuously sleazy self. But Beth was determined to see the plan through come hell or high water. Thus, she approached the two policewomen as she was trained to; smiling, eyes down, head up, shoulders back, chest out and hips rolling like she was parading her herself for a quick sale. She curtsied in front of the two well dressed women and began her mindless, robot-like welcoming speech that Tonya had chastised into her.
"Welcome to Mistress Katherine's home Mistress Erica and Mistress Mary. My name is B and I am the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine. Mistress Katherine would like to thank you for coming to the party and the bonding ceremony this evening. Mistress Katherine would also like to offer you one of these delicious and refreshing drinks here on the tray. But if you would like something else to drink, B would be very happy to get it for you."
Beth then stood as still as a statue waiting for the policewoman to act, fearing and dreading what they might do to her now.
The two women smiled to themselves and then began to walk around Beth as though she was there for their inspection.
"Well Mrs. E, I do believe I have never seen the likes of such a THING as this in all my days on earth."
"Yes, I do agree Mrs. M. IT sure is something else, the likes of which I have never seen before either. Umm, Mrs. M, do you think IT is alive?"
"Oh mercy me Mrs. E. I do not see how IT could be. I mean, what woman in her right mind would ever want to look like this . . . THING?"
"Ahhhh, I see what you mean Mrs. M. IT is very vulgar in appearance isn't it."
"Down right disgusting to any woman of quality and dignity like us Mrs. E."
"Well put Mrs. M! IT must be some kind of high tech adult sex toy then. Something along the lines of one of those blow up sex dolls no doubt. Only much more lifelike and extremely technical."
"You may have a point there Mrs. E. IT does seem to have a certain Je ne sais pas about it. But then again, IT still has a long way to go to even remotely be considered as a real human being."
"Oh I agree 100% Mrs. M. This THING must be a simple prototype. I mean, for goodness sakes, IT doesn't even have any hair on IT's head."
Both women started to laugh and point at the head of Beth as they both reached for a drink from the tray.
"But you know something Mrs. M. This THING does seem to remind me of someone, but I just cannot remember who. Do you have any ideas Mrs. M?"
Mary stepped really close to Beth and eyed her like a criminal in a lineup, except this eyewitness maintained a grin from ear to ear.
"Yes, I do remember someone with these limited identifiable facial features. But it is so difficult though, what with IT being so utterly void of any unique human characteristic at all Mrs. E."
"Oh dear me yes Mrs. M. But if IT is suppose to be a sex doll, then everyone knows the only thing important on a sex doll are IT's naughty bits. Right Mrs. M?"
"Oh definitely so Mrs. E! I couldn't agree with you more. And this THING is testimony to that fact completely! Her mouth and lips are so big and full I bet they could suck an elephant through a fire hose. And look at those breasts. My word Mrs. E! They are gigantic, almost bovine. And IT's nipples are so hard and erect, they could easily poke someone's eye out."
"Oh goodness sakes YES Mrs. M. And look at that ugly pussy. Mercy me! It appears to be leaking as we speak. And I bet you that wet thing could take anything from a stray dog to a full grown horse in that slippery fuck hole IT has Mrs. M."
"Oh! Mrs. E! I think I know who this THING looks like."
"Pray tell Mrs. M. Please share you thoughts with me."
"Remember a day or so ago Ms. E, we arrested that prostitute?"
"Oh Mrs. M, we have arrested so many street whores that I have a hard time remembering one from the other. They all look and act so dumb and trampish."
"She was the one in the pink latex dress Mrs E. The one we used that new silencer on and then couldn't get it off. Does that ring a bell for you Mrs. E?"
"Oh yes it does Mrs. M. She was so stupid that one. She could hardly put two intelligent words together, let alone convey a coherent thought. And I do see what you mean Mrs. M. IT's udders and sex hole do look familiar, but it's so hard to see her face in this THING Mrs. M."
"True Mrs. E. But IT could be modeled after her. But then again, maybe not. Oh well, IT really doesn't matter Mrs. E."
"I agree Mrs. M. This THING does not matter at all. Shall we send IT away now Mrs. M?"
"Yes, I believe so. This THING's obscene appearance is beginning to offend me Mrs. E."
"Me too Mrs. M. Go away now dolly. We have our drinks and have no further use for such a lifeless, perverted little sex toy like you."
Both policewomen then turned their backs on Beth. And as they walked away, Beth could hear their glasses clasp followed by laughter and then a torrid of mutual congratulations on a job well done.
Beth simply curtseyed, turned and walked away too. Her outside demeanor did not change, but inside, she felt totally crushed and lost. She was acting out of habit now, thanks to Tonya's training, otherwise, she would have run away to some dark vacant hole and cried her eyes out.
As Beth circulated amongst the guests she came upon someone that almost caused her to drop her tray. From her peripheral vision she saw Patricia. Her mouth dropped open as she stood in numbing surprise at seeing her best friend in college here at the party. Thoughts of how, and why, and who did it were running through her head. Who could have possibly known about her? And what's more, who hated her enough to bring her here to bear witness to her public humiliation and ridicule like this.
"Is there a problem pet?" Katherine stepped up close behind her and whispered in her ear.
"Aaa, ummm, no, no Mistress, there is no problem. B was just surprised to see that woman over there." And she motioned with her doily crowned bald head in the direction of Patricia.
Katherine looked over and acknowledged to Beth the woman's presence.
"Oh her, I do not know who she is, but she came with Christine. Christine called me and asked if she could bring a friend with her. Are you surprised by her presence pet?"
Surprised was an understatement. Beth was utterly shocked and terrified to the bone with fear. 'Damn that bitch Christine, she must really hate me to bring Patricia with her like this,' she thought to herself.
"Umm, yes Mistress, B is very surprised to see her here."
Katherine put her hands on Beth's shoulders and began to rub them as though trying to tell her she felt empathy for her situation.
"Is there going to be a problem pet," Katherine again whispered in her ear.
Beth wanted to scream YES, get me out of here, NOW! But the combination of Beth's rising submissive streak and seeing how close she was to ending this charade once and for all gave her the courage to answer back.
"No Mistress, there is not going to be a problem."
Katherine smiled and kissed her on the cheek. She then said in a thoughtful voice, "I'm glad to hear that pet. Just remember what Tonya taught you and everything will work out just fine. Now go pet, be the best serving wench you can and make me proud of you." Katherine then gave Beth a slight pat on her still red butt and sent her off to greet Patricia.
Beth did her routine for Patricia, thankful for having to keep her eyes looking down as part of the process. She felt that if she looked into the eyes of her best college friend, then she would just fall apart and ruin everything.
Like her peers from work, Patricia was also understandably taken aback at the sight of Beth's exotic appearance. But Patricia was known for her strong inner and outer strength. So she was able to take a drink from Beth's tray without freaking out.
At first, Beth thought that Patricia did not recognize her and for that she was ready to sigh with relief and then wander off, but then Patricia said one word, "Beth?" And Beth's heart sank to the pit of her stomach.
What could Beth do? Run away? Throw her serving tray down and hug Patricia for all she was worth? She wanted to do both, but not without dire consequences for all who had been so loyal to Katherine's plan. All she could do was put her Beth "self" on a back burner and take on the identity of B in it's hideous entirety.
"Yes Mistress Patricia. B, the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine is also known as Beth. Is there anything that slave B can do for you Mistress Patricia?"
Beth did not have to look at Patricia to see how confused she was. They were the best of friends in college, more like sisters in fact. They knew each other as well as they knew themselves. Many times they would think so much alike that they were able to finish one another's sentences. If one was in trouble the other was right there to help. And if something good happened to one, the other celebrated her good fortune without jealousy or ill will. That is why Beth did not have to ask what Patricia was feeling, she already knew.
"Ok Beth, I know you, what gives? This is a joke, right? A pretty far out one at that what with that shiny dome of yours. But it is still all a joke, right?"
Oh how Beth wanted to tell her friend why she was doing this. How she was being forced into doing this because of Paul. In fact, she was thinking about doing just that! They were on the outside of the party with no one around them. It would only take a few seconds to enlighten Patricia that this was all part of a secret plan. That there was a reason for her appearing insane. And if she would only play along, then she could tell her the entire humiliating story later when she was safely in California. Beth knew Patricia was smart enough to catch on really quick and to follow her lead so to speak. They were truly that close to one another.
But just as Beth was about to confide in Patricia, a second pair of shoes walked into her down cast line of sight. Men's shoes belonging to Paul.
Beth shut her eyes with despair. When will she ever get a break! She couldn't tell Patricia now, not with Paul standing right there beside her. All she could do was to continue playing her role the best she could.
"No Mistress Patricia, this is not a joke. B is really the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine. B has found her true destiny in life Mistress Patricia. B had always felt like she was living a lie, even with you Mistress. Deep down B wanted to love a woman, a dominant woman like Mistress Katherine. B feels so free and happy now as a mindless sex toy. No desire, no identity, no needs, except to make Mistress Katherine happy. That is the reason for this bonding ceremony tonight. To make it as official as possible that B belongs to Mistress Katherine in all that she is, in heart, in mind and in soul."
Then Beth added one more little passage, just to send the message home for Paul's benefit, but not without consequences to her own psyche.
"B, or she that you once knew by the name of Beth, is truly happy being an owned piece of property, a sex slave of Mistress Katherine now. B hopes Mistress Patricia will accept that fact and wish them both all the luck and love in the world in their life long relationship as Mistress and slave."
Beth was fighting off tears of great remorse, not from the fact that she was degrading and humiliating herself in becoming someone's slave and sex toy, but from the fact that she had just lied to her best, most trusted friend in the entire world. All the negative things that had happened to her up to this point were in no way equaled to the deep heart breaking regret and shame she now had in having lied to her best lifelong friend. All she could do was stand there in silence and wait for Patricia to say something. And knowing her as well as she did, she knew exactly what she was going to say too.
"I . . . I don't know Beth. But I do know YOU! I know you very well indeed. But I also heard what you just said and the way you said it. To say that I am confused is just the tip of the iceberg, but I do care about you Beth. You are my best friend, and I do wish you the best this world can give you. If this is what you truly and dearly want out of life, then I am happy for you, very happy for you Beth, I mean, B. And I do wish you all the luck and love in the world for you and your Mistress."
Patricia then moved to Beth and kissed her on the cheek.
Beth was heartsick. It took all of her strength to keep smiling, curtsy to Patricia and then walk away. This was the only time that she did not hear laughter when she walked away from someone at the party.
"Oh my dear sweet friend Patricia," Beth said to herself as a single tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered this part of the party with deep sorrow. She kept telling herself that it was far too late to do anything about it, but once she was free in California she would move heaven and earth to find Patricia again. She will tell her why she acted so strangely and why she had to lie to her. She knew that Patricia would forgive her. Then the two would have a long laugh together and catch up on old times.
The two young women loved one another so much that anything could be forgiven.
Beth's mind then turned to Christine and a wave of hot anger flowed through her like molten steel. Christine, now that was a person she would never forgive. Never forgive her for bringing Patricia to the party and never, ever, forgive her for what she did to her at the party either. NEVER!