(part 11)
"Crushed by Christine"
Beth's angered memories tested the holding power of the straps that bound her tightly to the pole. The strain of them flexing and creaking were the results of Beth's increasing need for revenge on Christine. The memories of being made a fool of in public and having to accept it with the gracious demeanor of a stupid bimbo slave girl only added to her need to make her nemesis suffer like she did.
It began right after the heart-breaking scene with her best college friend Patricia. As Beth turned and left her deceived friend, she walked right into the path of another female guest. Since Beth had to keep her eyes looking down, the mark of a properly domesticated slave, she only saw the woman's fashionable leather pumps and part of her long flowing gown. As soon as she recognized a guest standing before her, she immediately went into her happy serving wench greeting to welcome this special guest to her public degradation and de-humanizing spectacle.
She watched in silent calmness as a delicate female hand with exquisite manicured nails and impressive jewelry reached for one of the drinks on her tray. Beth asked the woman if there was anything else that she could do for her and the woman responded in the form of a question that only Beth could answer.
"Tell me dear, is it hard for you to match the shade of your lipstick to the color of your red ass, or is it done vice-versa?"
It was the BITCH!
Christine was standing right in front of her laughing and ridiculing her in one fell swoop. All Beth wanted to do was to attack, to claw, to bite, to sink her teeth into the arrogant egotistical flesh of this traitorous femme fatale until she hit bone. But being completely dedicated to the success of Katherine's plan, Beth just stood her ground in smiling serving wench form and calmly answered back, "B, the bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine, does not know how to answer Mistress Christine's question."
Beth decided that her best response was to swallow her anger, and pride, and remain in character. It was far too risky to try and match witty replies of mutual condemnation with Christine here at the party, but it wasn't an easy task for her.
"Oh, I am sorry dear. I did not mean to use the English language in a manner that your ditsy little mind could not comprehend, I mean UN-DER- STAND. But let's not waste these tender precious moments together with me trying to educate a cute, scatter brained, nitwit like yourself Beth. Especially with information you should have learned a long time ago in grade school. Now shall we dear?"
Beth firmed her grip on the serving tray as a means of defraying some of the hostile stress that was growing exponentially within her. Again, she played the well trained submissive to perfection and replied, "Yes Mistress Christine, B is very thankful for your concern."
Christine took a sip of her drink and then announced in a clear voice of amazement, "My goodness Beth! I am in AWE of your exceptional appearance tonight. Each time I see you, you not only look more outlandishly sexy, but in the realm of simple human dignity you seem to be quite lacking. You must be so very proud of yourself my dear. But please Beth, do me a small favor and perform a slow little turn for me. I do so want to see every last bit of such an unique oddity as yourself."
Beth remembered how each of Christine's lewd and degrading comments cut deeply into the quality of her spirit. And having to follow her orders like a well-trained animal was adding tremendously to her already loathsome self-image.
She remembered doing a cute little curtsey before slowing turning herself around in place. Hearing Christine squeak and giggle at the way she looked from one perspective to the next was like someone dragging their fingernails on a chalkboard for her.
When Beth reached the point where her back was to Christine, Christine told her to stop. Two more commands followed telling her to bring her legs together and then bend herself forward at the waist keeping her legs straight in the process. Beth just followed orders like the sexy mindless robot she portrayed.
As she bent slowly over, Beth concentrated on maintaining her balance in her six inch heels while trying not to spill any of the drinks that remained on her tray. This little maneuver required her to focus her thoughts on what she was doing and not to linger on how incredibly obscene she must look to all those at the party. What with her big breasts hanging down over the drinks like a cow ready to be milked. Not to mention how her plump derriere slowly revealed itself in all it's naked red glory like a street slut advertising her fuck holes.
When Beth's upper torso was about level she heard Christine tell her to stop and hold her position. But in order for Beth to hold this pose for any length of time she had to shift her center of gravity backwards. So now her rear end stuck out even more brazenly so.
"Mercy me Beth! Your derriere is so BIG, and so RED! I bet it must still hurt too. But I do believe I have seen your big butt redder than this though. Do you remember my dearest friend Beth?"
Beth closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Oh how she hated Christine's cheerful sarcasm. Did Christine really think that she could ever forget that horrible night when she suffered the most scarring abuse at that's bitch's hand?
Again, Beth forced her anger and human dignity deep within herself while letting the bimbo serving wench B come out and deal with this waking nightmare.
"Yes Mistress Christine, B remembers very well when you spanked her. And Mistress Katherine has told B to thank you again for showing poor stupid bimbo B the error of her ways that night."
"Oh how nice of your owner to say such a thing Beth! But then again, what are friends for if not to be there when your dearest schoolmate is in dire need of assistance. I was so glad that I could be of some help to your whorish pink bimbo self that night Beth. I mean, the time and effort it took me to turn your lily white derriere into a deep burning crimson red, well, that was just my way of thanking you for all the times you were there for me back in college. But how does your butt feel now Beth? Does it still burn like it did that wonderful night at the police station?"
Beth could not believe the depths to which Christine would go to make her life a living hell.
"B is unsure Mistress Christine. B's butt really hurt her bad that night, and her butt really hurts her bad tonight too. It's just to difficult for this lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine to think of a right answer for you Mistress Christine."
"Oh poor little twit Beth. You truly do live up to your bimbo airhead status in not knowing your ass from one day to another. But here, maybe I can be of some help to you, one, more, time."
Beth recalled how her spiraling anger was quickly replaced with full-blown terror. She suddenly believed that Christine was going to spank her, again! Right there in the middle of the party, and before all the guests, and Patricia!
She remembered how she tensed her entire body, to ready herself in anticipation of that first vicious slap. That's how Tonya trained her. It wasn't a question of surprise, but one of endurance.
She experienced so many butt slaps from Tonya during her training period that the surprise aspect was no longer an issue. But what was an issue, was the intensity of pain that was going to spike through her. She still had to endure that. And to endure it without rebellion, without screaming or begging for mercy, and above all, without moving a single inch. Thus, her full attention was given to maintaining her "as is", bent over, butt out position and not to what a pathetic excuse for a human being she gave to the rest of the guests.
The center of Beth's focus was again on the tray of drinks she was carrying. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was to accidentally spill any of those drinks on the floor. If she did, she knew Katherine would have to appear very angry with her, to save face and the plan. She would be forced to chastise Beth herself, that is, after making her clean up the mess with her tongue. The humiliation of her being on all fours, her red butt sticking up and wagging from side to side like a happy little doggie while her big pendulous breasts were swinging around under her like some milk laden dairy cow as she licked every last drop that was spilled on the floor. That would be the absolute worst humiliating act she had ever experienced to date. So whatever degree of pain that Christine was about to inflict upon her, she was ready to take it. She had no other choice.
Then it came.
Not the hard swat of a vengeful hand that brought hot searing pain to her already aching butt, but a surprisingly, gentle, soothing cold.
Beth chuckled to herself, even now strapped to the pole. The possibility of Christine doing something nice for her was too bizarre to even think as being possible. But it did happen. Christine used the side of her cold sweaty glass and glided it over her inflamed burning butt. And it felt so good!
The soft moans of pleasure emanating from Beth's enlarged pouting red lips seemed to permeate every occupied corner of the party. And the guests listened and watched with silent smiling fascination.
Beth was lost in the soothing moment. She did not try to figure out why she was experiencing such wonderful pleasure at the hand of the person she hated the most in the world. It was all to confusing for her. Best to just go with the flow and then put it behind her as soon as possible.
Beth remembered being so passively content with having the fire in her butt coolly quenched away that she honestly didn't know when Christine stopped stroking her butt cheeks and began playing with her pussy. Her touch was so gentle there too. Well, it really wasn't "her touch" as if she was using her own fingers. Christine would never degrade herself into actually touching another woman's pussy, especially in public, and least of all Beth's. No way! Instead, Christine used the plastic swizzle stick from her drink.
Christine was stroking Beth's labia lips back and forth with the side of the little plastic stick, sometimes making increasing and decreasing circular movements around her sensitive little pussy nub. She would even use the very tip to lightly scratch, tickle and probe Beth's most sensitive spot.
Beth wanted to say NO MORE! But that was not an option given to her when Tonya trained her. What was expected of her, however, was for her to appear as though she enjoyed it. That is how a properly trained sex slave responds. So she began to rock herself back and forth with each slow sawing stroke of that damnable stick. She forced herself, through the humiliation, to look aroused by performing a little sexy undulating pelvic hump too. And of course, to add the icing on the cake, she managed a few well practiced sensuous moans and groans that echoed her sweet passionate yearning for more. Once again, her enemy was reaping revenge by making her look like some soulless animal with a voracious appetite for sex no matter how it was presented to her.
"My goodness Beth! I never realized how much of a horny little slut you really are. To think, that all I have to do to get you all worked up and your pussy dripping wet, is to play with your fucking cunt with a simple swizzle stick. You really must like being a horny little slut after all, don't you Beth?"
Beth hated having to respond to questions like this. It wasn't enough for her to be put on naked display, or to demonstrate in public how incredibly excited she became when touched in an embarrassing and degrading way. She had to verbally admit to loving it as well. Insult added to injury was the way she thought of it, and Christine was giving it to her with both barrels.
"Yes Mistress Christine, B is a very horny slut just like you said."
"I thought so. Now stand up you little horny slut and face me."
Beth felt relieved that her aroused pussy exhibition was finally over with, but she had a bad feeling that Christine was not quite through with her yet. When she turned and faced Christine, with her down cast eyes, she could see a cube of ice in Christine's delicate fingers waiting to be used upon her. This time Beth knew she was in for it. Tonya didn't train her on how to respond to a piece of ice, but somehow, almost instinctively, she knew what to do.
Initially, it felt like someone touching the top of her breasts with a hot poker. Her body did a bit of a knee jerk reaction when the ice touched her tender warm skin. She even let out a little gasp of shock and pain from that first contact. But as Christine began to slowly rub the ice cube over, under and around both of her sensitive breasts the shock of the searing cold was replaced with just plain hurt. Not that Beth could show it. Oh no! Beth had to keep that "I love being a masochist. Please hurt me some more Mistress" persona in clear view for all to see.
Instead of a wrinkled brow, quivering lips and an audible lamentation of intense distress, Beth had to wear the lusting mask of sheer cooing ecstasy. Even when Christine concentrated her efforts on Beth's nipples, making them into hard erect nubs of cold numbing pain, Beth's pouting lips and panting breath were whispering the words "More, please more."
All of a sudden Christine stopped. She told Beth to open her mouth and popped the remaining icy weapon into her hot horny mouth to be dissolved away by the wanton heat within.
"Beth, look at me."
Beth was taken aback by the seriousness in Christine's voice. She didn't want to look at her, make eye contact with her, perhaps even lose her submissive facade as a result of the anger rising up inside her. Besides, Tonya made it clear to her in no uncertain terms to NEVER look at anyone in the face. So she explained to Christine, "B is very sorry Mistress Christine, but B must always keep her head erect but eyes looking down. This is the mark of an obedient and well trained slave, and lesbian bimbo slave girl B always obeys her Mistress Katherine."
"Trained Beth? Animals are trained, people are taught. Are you saying you are nothing but an animal, like a dog? No different than a well trained bitch to her Mistress. Is that what you are telling me Beth? That you are a little doggie bitch in heat?"
Beth hated the inference Christine was making, but what could she do. If she tried to confront her, then things could get out of hand and possibly explode, ruining everything. So she continued to play poor dumb B and tried to get away as quickly as possible.
"B does not know what you mean Mistress Christine. She is too dumb to understand. And B does love Mistress Katherine very much and would never want to disobey her. May B go now please and see to the needs of the other guests at Mistress Katherine's party Mistress Christine?"
"You may go when you have looked at me, eye to eye Beth. Now look at me!"
"Please Mistress Christine, it is impossible for lesbian bimbo slave . . ."
"Beth! If you do not look at me NOW, I will go to Katherine and tell her that I was not pleased with the quality of her slave girl. In fact, I will tell her loud enough so that everyone will hear that I found you most insolent, arrogant and far from being the well trained and obedient slave you make yourself out to be. In short, I will make everyone believe you are an imposter, a fake, and a fraud. I have no doubt that upon hearing my public review of you, Katherine will be most embarrassed and displeased with you. Just like she was in that interrogation room. You will have ruined her party and as a result she will want to punish you right here and before everyone. Maybe even I will be given the opportunity to chastise you again Beth. Put you over my knee with your fat ass sticking up all nice and bare ready for my hand. I would enjoy that Beth, very, VERY much. If you don't want that to happen then look at me, NOW!"
Beth was once again in the position of picking the lesser of two evils. She never wanted to suffer another humiliating and painful spanking at the hand of Christine. So the only choice she had was to obey her. But she had to stay in control of herself. She could not loose her cool obedient, unemotional, smiling "I love being a lesbian bimbo slave girl" character. She had to put Beth on a far back burner, just for awhile, and become simply B in all that she was--heart, mind and soul.
It took her less than a minute. She slowly raised her eyes and looked straight into the face and eyes of her tormentor from hell.
It was like time stood still. Each was looking directly into the eyes of the other. The only difference was that Beth "continually" held her smiling, deadpan facade, while Christine's face "changed". Hers went from a victorious, grinning, soul searching stare, to one of a rebuffed wrinkled gaze of frustration.
Christine then took a step back and told Beth to lower her eyes back down.
"I am very disappointed in you Beth."
Beth remembered how her heart fell to the lowest level of distress possible upon hearing those words. For she thought that Christine was going to do what she threatened to do if she failed to look at her. But then Christine enlightened her about her disappointment.
"The entire reason for my coming here was to see you humiliated to tears Beth. I must admit, that first time I witnessed your degrading chastisement, especially via my own hand, I gained so much pleasure from it that I thought I was going to have an orgasm right there on the spot. I don't dislike you Beth, I passionately abhor you! The impasse we had in college still exists today, at least in me it does. I needed to get my revenge on you Beth, my pound of flesh in recompense for what you did to me back then. What I did to you in that interrogation room went a long way in appeasing my appetite for revenge, but it wasn't enough. I found I needed, no craved, more.
That's why I came here tonight, to get another hit for my revengeful addiction. I even had plans to ask Katherine if I may borrow you for a few weekends now and then. Of course I would promise her that I would do nothing to permanently hurt you. Just keep you all submissive, slavish and under my direct control during your time with me. And during that time, I would make sure that you would suffer, physically, mentally and emotionally. I thought about throwing a party too. You of course would be the serving maid since you do it so very well Beth.
I would have invited some of my friends, old and new, and even some of yours too Beth. Let them see how really pathetic you turned out. The great businesswoman Beth Jenson in her role as a lowly serving wench. Mmmm, I get goose bumps just thinking about it!
It would be fun watching you being groped by the guys and made fun of by the women. I even had thoughts of turning you into my very own pet pooch called Sparkle. I would teach you to do tricks like beg, roll over, play dead and fetch. To have you eat and drink from a doggie bowl and then force you to squat outside in my yard and defecate just like a real little doggie. Then while I read a good book by the fire you would be curled up around my feet in silent teary eyed slumber.
The number of ideas I had to degrade you were racing through my mind one after the other. I felt, finally, it was all just a matter of time before I could have my full cup of revenge. But now, I am very disappointed. For I can see that all my ideas to punish you will have gone for naught. The Beth I knew, the one I wanted to hurt so badly, is no longer there. All the while I mocked you, humiliated you, did things to you that would enrage any normal self-respecting person to a level bordering on physical violence, you did nothing. You not only took it all in stride, but you relished it, groveled in it, and almost orgasmed to it.
When I demanded that you look at me, I thought I could still see your soul Beth. The soul of that feisty spirited Beth Jenson through the windows of your eyes. But all I saw in them was emptiness. I have seen more passion, more life, in the eyes of my niece's dog than I saw in yours Beth.
Back in the interrogation room I still saw Beth, and I enjoyed punishing her to the max. But now, I do not see her any more. And all that willful humiliation I have just put you through, I find void of satisfaction. It's like chastising a poor dumb animal, there is no point to it. That is why I am disappointed in you Beth, or "slave B" would be more appropriate. All my delicious plans to make your life a living hell have fallen by the way side. I have all the desire in the world to make Beth suffer, but I have not the least bit of interest to hurt a dumb animal, even one as dumb and well trained as you.
I am not a sadist. I do not inflict pain just to be sexually aroused by it. I am simply a woman who was once treated very badly. And one who was lucky enough to have the opportunity to revenge myself on the person who did it. But now, she no longer exists. And my need for retribution is gone as well. You may go slave B."
Beth remembered curtsying, turning and sauntering away from Christine. Part of her was glad that Christine was going to leave her alone and cease to be a threat to her. Another part of her still wanted revenge on Christine, for all that she did to her, at the police station and here at the party. But a large part of her wondered if Christine might be correct about her. For even when she looked at herself in the mirror, her former self, Beth Jenson, seemed almost completely dissolved away.
Her looks, her walk, her mannerisms, even the way she talked and thought was all in line with being a lesbian bimbo slave girl and not the person she once was. It was all beginning to feel so natural for her too, and that scared her! Did fantasy transform itself into reality without her knowing it? Was it too late for her to go back to being Beth Jenson? Would she even want to?
Beth shook her head wildly NO against the wooden pole. No, that's not it, it's just stress, that's all, just plain stress. Once this fictional fabrication was over with, she will take some time off, relax, and plan for the future, her future. The future of a corporate executive named Beth Jenson in sunny California. She quickly repeated her mantra over and over again in her head.
'I am Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life and this too will soon be over.'
'I am Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life and this too will soon be over.'
'I am Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life and this too will soon be over."
It was all just a matter of time for Beth, and that time was only a few minutes away.