(part 12)
"The Fire--Bald, Bound and Bonded"
Beth sighed, just a little one, for the straps that bound her tightly to the pole would tolerate nothing more. The end was near. Her humiliating performance as kinky serving wench was over with. All that remained of this waking nightmare was the bonding ceremony, and that too would soon be over with. Then fate would smile upon her. Paul would be out of her life, for good, and she would have that executive position on the west coast that she always dreamed of. Her old life, her true identity, would be once more hers, to do with as SHE pleased and no one else.
Her mind drifted back to the party. Right after her embarrassing spectacle with that bitch Christine, Katherine came to her and said, "It is time B."
Beth was to leave the party, go to the great room and be prepared by Tonya for the final act. She was glad that her duties as serving wench were at an end, but she did not relish what was to happen next. Katherine told her that it would be necessary, and Beth believed her. Beth also reasoned, that in the final analysis, it was a small price to pay for such a grand future that awaited her. So she agreed to the bonding ceremony, even though it made her stomach turn in disgust just to think about it. Maybe it was a good idea for her to be bound and gagged to the pole after all, considering what was to be done to her.
When she entered the room Tonya greeted her with the usual hug and long sensuous kiss. By now it was totally acceptable for Beth to freely accept, and give, a French kiss to another woman without distaste.
After the intimate contact, Tonya told her to completely undress. She felt relieved to finally shed her bizarre and distressing uniform. The embarrassment she would soon feel from being seen completely naked before all of the guests was a welcomed reprieve in order to alleviate the constant ache from her too tight corset and too high leg cramping shoes. Besides, the serving wench uniform left nothing to the imagination anyway.
So Beth removed her latex costume including the doily maid's cap from her bald head and neatly placed them off to the side. Oh her body felt good not being compressed at the waist like some insect or having to walk virtually on her toes to move about. But her happiness was short lived, for she knew what soon awaited her.
Tonya told her to stand with her back up against the wooden pole. She then gently pulled Beth's arms behind the post and fastened them together at wrists and elbows with a couple of leather straps, making the latter almost touch. This position made Beth a bit anxious. For it not only pulled her shoulders uncomfortably back and forced her spine hard against the post, but it also caused her to thrust her beautiful, full breasts out in front of her like twin torpedoes. Once more she was forced to flaunt her female sexuality like a common street slut.
Next, Tonya told her to spread her legs wide. Two leather cuffs mounted on a horizontal cross member were fastened just above Beth's ankles, keeping her legs stretched far apart. Then Tonya used a series of straps to encircle Beth's torso together with the post. She made a concerted effort to pull each one extra tight through the roller buckles before fastening it securely behind the wooden pillar. The effect was to hold Beth's body firmly to the post without allowing her the slightest ability to twitch. Her smooth, supple, feminine flesh seemed to bulge seductively over the edges of those many black straps. And in one particular area, which was again her prominent breasts, the level of erotic attraction was made even more conspicuous, and more dramatic, when two more straps were used to run between them in a "X" formation.
One final, long and wide, black leather strap remained. And Tonya threaded it in the most ominous way around Beth's lower torso. The buckle end was placed behind the post in a kind of fixed point of reference, at about the top of her buttocks. The other end snaked around the outside of her right hip and over her corresponding right thigh. It coiled around her leg, between it and the post, and then back behind the post. It continued its slithering path around the post and out the other side, from between the post and her other inner thigh. Then it circled around her left upper leg and back behind the post again, to be finally threaded through the roller buckle from which it started and fastened there in.
Tonya played with this one strap for quite awhile making sure it was at the proper level and evenly tightened through out it's entire strange figure eight like path. The whole idea of this one strap was two fold. First, it caused Beth's butt, hips and upper legs to be solidly bound to the pole, allowing absolutely no movement of her bound bulging voluptuous flesh. The second part was to help keep her tender inner thighs pulled back and away from her shaven pussy area. Tonya was intent on displaying Beth's breasts and pussy with the most startling clarity for all the party guests to see.
When the spider woman finished cocooning Beth to the pole, she couldn't help but play with her captured prey like a demon cat with its defenseless mouse. Beth was totally helpless to do anything. Oh her mouth was free to voice an opposing opinion or two, but she was afraid to. She did not wish to anger Tonya in anyway. Not the woman who was to perform the bonding ritual on her. A ritual that Tonya could make even more painful than it obviously was going to be. So Beth let Tonya have her way with her, like it or not.
Beth continued to keep her eyes looking down. In part, because it didn't feel right to look into Tonya's face anymore, after being trained by her. But mostly because she dared not look into Tonya's captivating eyes. For she knew how her current damsel in distress situation was effecting Tonya, making her incredibly aroused. And when Tonya was in that state of excitement, her powers of seduction were magnified ten fold. Something that Beth experienced once before, in that jail cell, where she almost made the worst mistake in her life when she became too receptive to the spider woman's evil ways. Fate had saved her that time, and Beth would not temp fate again.
Tonya was like a kid in a candy store. You could see it in her eyes. The heightened excited state, the eagerness to try every delicious treat that was laid helplessly before her, and the faint look of indecision as to which luscious delicacy to try first.
She loved to play with the fullness of Beth's projecting breasts. Her light skinned palms rubbing all over Beth's well endowed plumpness. Then grasping and squeezing them tightly as her dark delicate fingers buried themselves into Beth's soft, creamy, white flesh. Tonya's own famished erotic desires were causing Beth to softly coo with delight as well.
Tonya was an artist in manipulating a woman's breasts. She used her fingertips to lightly touch and soothingly circle the darken aureolas of her bound quarry. And in turn, Beth felt a sensuous tickle that was spine tingling pleasing to her trembling soul.
Tonya never saw a nipple that did not respond to her loving attention, and Beth's were no exception. They quickly blossomed into blood engorged sensitive hard knobs beckoning to be toyed with by Tonya's expert hand. But this time Tonya used her full luscious lips and whip like tongue on them, which only increased Beth's physical enjoyment, while at the same time causing her moral inner self to cry and plea silently for her to stop.
A single tear ran down Beth's cheek when Tonya turned her well learned powers of eroticism to Beth's pussy. The tear was formed from a combination of demeaning shame and a ravenous need to cum. Beth felt so helpless, so aroused and yet so confused in response to what Tonya was doing to her. Tonya knew exactly what to do to spark the delicious animal cravings between the legs of any woman, especially when that woman didn't want to. And in Beth's case, her desire not to was only a token gesture at this point.
Beth closed her eyes tightly as a long soft moan of lingering pleasure followed Tonya's intimate massage. Tonya's manner in how her fingers expertly cuddled Beth's pussy was making Beth purr like a petted house cat on the lap of her affectionate Mistress.
When Tonya slipped her finger into Beth's wet pussy, Beth let out with a surprised gasp of joy. She could not help herself. Her body wanted it, needed it, craved for it!
Each time Tonya's finger thrust deeper into Beth's dripping pussy she let out a pleading groan for more. And when Tonya began rubbing her thumb in small circles around Beth's hooded nub her mouth gaped open in silence as the simple act of breathing was temporarily put on hold.
Faster and faster Tonya's fingers worked their magic as Beth began her orgasmic ride to ecstasy. Tonya did not let up this time. She pushed it, she pushed Beth, more and more. Her other hand grasping and squeezing Beth's breast like a wild woman. Her mouth, lips, and tongue devouring Beth's other breast like a dog with a succulent soup bone.
Beth tried to catch her breath, but the straps would not let her. Her body strained for release, but her bonds held her fast. She tried to tell Tonya to stop, but her body's yearnings overrode her mind's censorship. Beth was lost. She was helpless to the will of Tonya and the insatiable cravings of the flesh. All she could do was to ride the wave to glory. And in a single moment of eternal bliss, Beth had her orgasm.
When Tonya felt Beth's climax, she slowly stopped her erotic assault and stepped back. Such effort took a lot out of Tonya, especially when she enjoyed it so much herself. She took a few seconds to catch her own breath and just stared. She looked upon Beth like a vampire after having her first blood feeding frenzy, and at that moment, she envied Katherine's good luck.
She stepped forward to her captive and began coating her prey's panting lips with the wetness from Beth's own orgasmic pussy.
Beth was trying to recover. She never had such an intense orgasm like that before. Which was why she was slow in regaining her energy and awareness. But she did feel something moist being placed upon her lips. Instinctively, she began using her tongue to lap it up. She could sense a vague aroma and taste that seemed very pleasing to her. She then felt something gently being pushed into her mouth and this too had that same appealing flavor. She accepted it and eagerly sucked and licked every bit of it that was presented to her. It wasn't until she cleaned all of Tonya's fingers, of her own cum juice, that she realized what she had just done. But somehow, it didn't bother her like she thought it should.
Tonya took Beth's face in her hands and looked cheerfully upon her. Beth continued to keep her eyes closed as she let herself relax into Tonya's gentle caress. Tonya's fetish for bald headed women excited her so much that she couldn't keep her hands off of Beth. And Beth was feeling just too damn good from the aftermath of her most wonderful orgasm to really care what Tonya did to her anymore.
Tonya gave Beth one last intimate kiss. She too liked the taste of Beth's sweet nectar that lingered in her luscious prey's mouth. She slowly broke the kiss and after a few quick little pecks that followed, Tonya gently caressed the side of Beth's face and walked away. Beth was all primed and ready now for the bonding ceremony to begin.
Beth awakened from her memories as she heard the party guests begin to enter the room. She kept her standard submissive pose of head up and eyes down. Again, she found it better not to look into the eyes of those she once knew during this next extremely bizarre and humiliating event.
As the people entered and saw Beth, they were again surprised by her restrained, prostrated, nude form. All except Christine and those two lady cops. They positively gleamed with excitement. Beth even thought she heard some giggling and outright laughter coming from the direction of where those two off duty policewomen were.
She could hear Katherine and Tonya talking with the guests, more like pacifying them as to the "why" of it all. They even directed the guests to the table where the display was, to help relieve their fears.
Beth never knew about the display until she was totally fastened to the pole, but from what she could see of it, it looked as if it was some sort of shrine. It was a collection of pictures and papers associated with her willingness to become the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine.
There were pictures of Beth getting her first make over that turned her from a beautiful brunette into a sexy blonde.
There were pictures of her as the smiling sexy office bimbo secretary, including when she was told to dance and pose seductively in Katherine's office during lunch.
There were more pictures of her and Katherine at home, sensuous, erotic ones. Ones with the two smiling and kissing one another and of them touching one another, and playing sexually with one another.
There were pictures of Beth in all sorts of fetish clothes and bondage. These pictures always showed her in a kind of willing submissive pose to Katherine's dominating persona. Like the one with Katherine sitting in a chair reading a magazine and Beth kneeling along side of her, dressed in pink rubber, and bound and gagged with leather. It showed her with the side of her cheek resting on Katherine's leg and Katherine's hand petting her head like a loving pet.
There were more pictures dealing with Beth's kinky desire for the bizarre. Pictures of Beth getting her head shaved. With her posing seductively in her new Mohawk and playing with her pussy and breasts. And then the completely bald headed Beth in a warm heartfelt hug and kiss with Katherine. She looked so tremendously thankful in that one. Even with the complete loss of her feminine pride and joy.
Along with those pictures Beth could see some papers blatantly exhibited for anyone who cared to read them. She surmised that two of them were the legal documents that she was forced to sign attesting to her lesbianism and giving Katherine power of attorney. The third, and now fourth, document were still a mystery to her.
The purpose of the display was obvious. It was there to help even the most skeptical of the guests to come and believe that Beth was, and still is, a willing participant in her downward spiral to becoming a mere sex object, an owned slave of Ms. Katherine Sloan. A display that was primarily for the obstinate and heretic Paul, the unbeliever, who was so thoroughly confused by now that the bonding ritual would no doubt push him over the edge and allow Beth her dreamed destiny.
Katherine walked up beside Beth and whispered in her ear, "This is the final part of the plan B. After this, Paul will be nothing more than a bad memory and you will be able to become the woman of your dreams. Are you ready Beth?"
Beth swallowed hard and whispered back to Katherine, "Yes Mistress, B thinks so. B is so very scared, but B is determined to see this through." Beth forced a smile, quickly looking up and into the eyes of her mentor and friend, and said, "Thank you, so very, VERY much for being there for me Katherine." And a little tear formed at the corner of her eye.
Katherine smiled back, wiped the single tear away and affectionately stroked her bald head. She kissed Beth on the cheek and in a hushed voice said, "Ok my lesbian bimbo slave girl, lets get on with the show."
Katherine nodded to Tonya who then directed the guests to where Beth was bound like a sacrificial lamb.
Once the guests were crowded into position Tonya began her presentation.
"Guests, we are gathered here this evening to witness the ceremonial bonding of Mistress Katherine Sloan to her slave girl B."
Tonya's sermon was patterned after the standard wedding ceremony that united a man and women in holy matrimony. Only in this case, it was geared for two lesbians who also lived as Mistress and slave.
Beth was impressed by the heartfelt liturgy of Tonya. It reflected a warm, caring and endearing love between two people who just happened to be female and who just happened to be into a Dominant and submissive lifestyle. As Tonya continued to speak, Beth thought she heard a female guest sniffle. How strange she thought, but then again, this entire state of affairs was totally off the wall to begin with. Then she heard her cue and got ready.
Tonya looked at Beth and asked her, "Do you B take Mistress Katherine as your eternal soulmate, to love, to cherish, to submit yourself completely to, to obey without question in all that she may command, and to be the willing slave of hers for as long as you both may live?"
Beth took a moment as the words of Tonya sank deep into her psyche, to mix with her own mantra that was continuing to echo in the back of her mind. She then took a restrained deep breath and said in a clear audible voice, "B does Mistress Tonya."
Tonya again asked Beth, "Do you B willingly consent and partake in this ritual bonding ceremony as a symbolic expression of your love and devotion to your owner, Mistress Katherine?"
Beth flexed her firmly bound body in reaction to what saying yes to that implied. But again, she somehow found the strength to say, "B does Mistress Tonya."
"Will Mistress Katherine finish preparing her slave so the bonding ceremony may continue."
Katherine nodded her head in confirmation as Tonya walked off to the side to acquire her needed equipment.
Katherine stepped behind Beth and proceeded to wrap a wide leather strap around Beth's forehead and the post. She snugged the leather up and buckled it in place. Beth's bald head was now fixed firmly to the post just like the rest of her inert body was.
Next, Katherine stood in front of Beth holding a much larger nerf ball than Beth was accustomed to. Katherine held it up to Beth's lips and whispered ever so softly to her, "Be strong, be brave, be courageous, my dear sweet Beth."
Katherine was letting Beth know that she was pulling for her. That it will all soon be over with. Just one last act of unconscionable depravity and life, her life, will be completely different from then on.
Beth absentmindedly wet her quivering lips with her tongue. Even though that nerf ball was nothing more than a sponge, it never-the-less was a BIG sponge. She was a bit hesitant in opening her mouth, but when the softness of the sponge touched her lips, she did her best to open her mouth as wide as humanly possible. She was ready to receive every last bit of that damnable ball, which she had come to hate with a passion. Thank goodness this would be the last time she would ever have that damn thing in her mouth again.
Katherine was gentle in pushing the sponge gag into her willing slave's mouth. She methodically kept pushing the top of the ball back into the upper part of Beth's mouth, almost trying to slowly roll that ball deeply into the limited space available to it. It didn't take long for it to completely fill Beth's mouth to capacity, but half of it was still on the outside. That's when Katherine had to become more determined in getting the rest of it in.
She began to push the sides of the spongy ball into each of the fleshy cheek areas, forcing it behind the tender corners of Beth's distressed stretched lips. She even went back to forcing the center of the ball back hard into the mouth until Beth began to close her eyes tightly from the pressure and pain of having her jaws stretched so abnormally wide.
At long last, Katherine stopped her aggressive packing. But again, there was still a noticeable bulge sticking out of Beth's ballooned out orifice. Katherine stepped behind Beth and picked up a narrow leather strap. She brought the strap around in front of Beth and carefully placed it's middle across the center of the bulging ball. She maintained a firm connection between the strap and ball while she pulled the leather ends along the side of Beth's head and then behind the post, to which, she thread the free end through it's corresponding mated roller buckle.
Katherine continued to pull the free end through the buckle as the strap grew tighter and tighter in place. Soon the strap had forced whatever remained on the outside of Beth's mouth, inside, and disappeared completely from view by the foam that formed around when it was inside Beth's mouth. That's when Katherine ceased pulling and fasten the strap in place.
The expression on Beth's face seemed to be frozen in time. She did not blink an eye, wrinkle a brow or twitch a single muscle in her entire appearance. All she did was to stare out in space, motionless, with only her eyes slowly becoming more and more misty. And any sound of misery, or pleading words of mercy, was now dampened down to a barely audible moan or whine. The sponge that stretched Beth's mouth and lips almost beyond human endurance was also a very effective silencer too.
The sound of Tonya rolling out a cart caused Beth to break her inanimate repose. But before she could focus on the shiny metal instruments that were upon it, a soft black silky cloth covered her eyes. Katherine had finished Beth's preparation with a blindfold around her head.
Beth was now ready. If she had any second thoughts, it was too late. She could no longer voice her concerns, because her mouth exploding gag prevented it. She could not physically get away, because she was strapped tightly to the heavy wooden post. Nor could she beseech others to intervene on her behalf with her tormented and pleading eyes, because they too were hidden in darkness. All that was left to her was her hearing and sense of touch, and they only added to her anxiety, as foretellers of what was yet to come.
The first thing Beth sensed was how quiet it was. Not a single voice nor a faint whisper or nervous twitch could she hear from anyone. Then she heard the sound of metal, as if instruments were being picked up and put back down again by Tonya. She jumped and squealed from the surprise coldness of the wet substance that was being brushed around her left nipple area. But the guests only saw a minor twitch and hardly heard a faded groan from the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine's.
Beth's nose quickly picked up on the scent of alcohol, a disinfectant, and it's coolness seemed to get even colder as it quickly dried on her hard nipple and soft pale skin. She felt something grasp the tip of her nipple and then pull it forward. It was a bit hurtful at first, but then she felt a much stronger, sharper pain that made her scream and contort in excruciating agony. And this too, this livid instinctive response, was greatly smothered down into meager insignificance by her bound and gagged state.
The guests, on the other hand, made noticeable distressing sounds and movements as they continued to watch on in horror as Tonya slowly skewered Beth's nipple with a long, shiny needle.
More was done to her nipple, but Beth was too focused on the pain to be even vaguely aware of an opened metal ring being threaded through her recently pierced erect nub. However, she was aware when the pain began to fade away after some sort of salve was applied and worked into the filled hole.
As the pain slowly turned into discomfort, Beth again felt the cold alcohol being swabbed around her right nipple this time. That's when she couldn't take it any more. She had reached her limit and she wanted it to end NOW! She tried to yell out, to plea and beg Tonya to stop! But again, nothing of any significance was heard due to her gag. In fact, what the guests did hear was something that was more akin to pleasure than pain. As if Beth were trying to show everyone just how much of a masochist she really was.
Again, Beth felt the pinch, the pull and the sharp pain of a needle being forced through her other hard sensitive nipple. A few more tugs, more salve, and viola! Both nipples had matching open rings hanging down from them.
At this point, Beth was so grateful it was over with and that the pain was beginning to dissipate into something more manageable that she quickly fell into a fatigued calmness.
'At last, it is done,' she thought to herself. The hardest, and most painful, part of this ritual was over. Beth began to reflect in her darken solitude on how truly necessary it was for her to be bound and gagged like she was. Otherwise, she would never have gone through with it a second time, the pain was just too . . .
Beth became instantly aware of a cold wetness being applied along the side of both of her pussy lips.
'What was going on,' she questioned to herself. Why was Tonya disinfecting her labia lips? Surely she wasn't going to . . .
"AHHHH," came the muffled cry as Tonya pierced and ringed her left labia lip.
Beth instantly began to yell, scream and fought with all her might. But any outward sign was totally ignored by the mouth gaping, bug eyed, staring guests who watched on in total disbelief.
This was not right! Katherine told her only her nipples would be pierced and ringed not her pussy too. What was going on here? Does Katherine know about this? Is Tonya doing this on her own? Why is she doing this to her? This is not supposed . . .
"AHHHHHHH!!!"
Again, Beth's instinctive painful recoil went unnoticed as her right pussy lip was pierced and opened ringed along side it's mate.
Beth was unceremoniously appraised that her blindfold had been removed when the room light struck her right in the eyes. This hurting light was soon blocked out when Katherine stepped in front of her. And as Katherine began to wipe Beth's cheeks from her tears, Beth raised her eyes up and looked at Katherine with a deeply hurtful gaze as if asking the question "why?"
Katherine gently kissed her on her bloated cheek and whispered, "It's all over Beth. Your ordeal is now at an end. I will tell you more later, the "why" of it all. Just be brave my dearest. It's all down hill for you from now on." She then kissed Beth again on her bald head and stepped to the side waiting for Tonya to continue the ceremonial rite.
Beth tried not to cry anymore, to stay into character, and more so not to choke from being gagged so harshly. She just cast her eyes down like a good little pierced slave girl, playing her part to the bitter end. What else could she do?
Tonya directed her words to Katherine now.
"Do you Katherine Sloan pledge to take Beth Jenson as your eternal soul mate. To love and cherish her as long as you both shall live?"
Katherine replied, "I do, and I symbolically express this pledge by the closing of my soul mate's nipple rings."
A clear distinct click was heard as each of the opened metal rings were now locked closed around Beth's throbbing nipples.
"And do you, Mistress Katherine, promise to dominate, to humble, and to use in whatever capacity that you choose for your slave B, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do, and I symbolically express that promise by the closing of my slave's labia rings."
Two more clear, distinct clicks were heard as Mistress Katherine closed the open rings locking them in Beth's tender pierced pussy.
"I now pronounce you, Mistress and slave."
Then Tonya raised her drink in a toast.
"To the new couple, much happiness, love, and long life!"
The rest of the guests slowly raised their glasses in kind and wished the bizarre couple all the very best as well.
A short time later Katherine stood in front of Beth and began shaking hands and hugging bodies. All the invited guests wanted to personally congratulate Katherine, and to a lesser degree her new slave girl, on her new joyful life's path.
Beth just remained as she was, bound, gagged and now ringed in passive silence. No one came up to her to wish her good luck. It was as if all of a sudden she became nothing more than a piece of furniture, as Katherine became the couples designated recipient of all the kudos and best wishes.
Beth saw from her peripheral vision, that before the guest's left they were ushered by Tonya to the shrine and asked to sign a piece of paper, the fourth document, as if it was a guest book or something. It wasn't long before only a few people remained. Patricia, her bestest friend in the world, had already left after signing the paper. Beth watched her leave in a solemn mood wiping tears from her face. She pledged herself to contact her dearest friend as soon as possible and tell her why she had to go through with such an outrageous thing like this.
Beth's remorseful mood changed quickly when she caught site of the two lady cops as they signed the paper, all happy and giggling. Many times during the signing would they look at her, point and make some humorous comment that Beth could not hear, thank goodness. They left the room in a jovial mood as they continued their comedy routine right out the door. Beth was glad to see them go, another obstacle was now behind her.
All of a sudden she saw a pair of familiar women shoes at her feet. That bitch Christine was back to taunt her one last time. Beth kept her eyes looking down. There was nothing Christine could do or say now that would take her out of her role. It was all down hill for her just like Katherine said.
"My goodness slave, you keep on surprising me. The first time when you were that blonde bimbo street whore. The second, when you were that sexually frustrated exhibitionist of a serving wench. And now, as a . . . mercy me, I don't even know how to describe you now. Perhaps that phrase you used to describe yourself is quite apropos after all. You're the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine.
Pity though, I am so sad to see the Beth that I once knew and hated so no longer exists in you. I had so many ideas to humiliate you with, to degrade you with, until you cried and begged for my forgiveness. But now, all I see is a bizarre object of depraved sexuality. It is such a . . . hmmmmm, I wonder? It is worth a chance."
Christine came up closer to Beth until Beth could smell the alcohol on her breath. Then Christine began to talk in a low hushed voice.
"Slave B, did you know that it was all Katherine's idea for you to sign those three documents before the judge? I had nothing to do with it. I was all ready to let you go free after spanking that fat ass of yours. It was all Katherine's idea to force you to sign those papers, not mine. Did you know that, Beth?"
Beth immediately looked up and into the eyes of her nemesis. She was lying! Katherine would never do that to her. She would never lie to her. She trusted Katherine, explicitly! Next to Patricia, Katherine was the dearest and most loyal friend in the whole world to her. That bitch Christine had to be lying. Just at that point Beth caught herself angrily staring up at Christine and instantly shifted her gaze back down.
"Ah haaa! I saw it in your eyes, Beth. You're still in there after all. Maybe not completely, but you are certainly not the soulless fuck toy you made yourself out to be. There might even be enough of you left for me to wreak my vengeance on after all. Not now of course, only later. Yes, much later. In California perhaps? Where I can visit for the weekend and babysit you while Katherine is away. Yes, that does sound rather nice. All that lovely California sunshine. You, me, and a sadistic itch I need so desperately to scratch. Mmmmm, the thought of it makes my mouth water."
Christine brought her head real close to Beth's and kissed her on the nose.
"Thank you my dearest friend Beth. You have made me a very happy woman after all. And you will make me even happier once I put a whip to your hateful ass. But that will come in time, once you and Katherine have settled down together in California. Then I will visit you and we will play. We will have a lot of fun together Beth. I promise you! But for now, good-bye my dear friend. And best wishes on your new lifestyle."
Christine kissed Beth on her nose again and then whispered to her in a most unsettling voice, "Until we meet again Beth, I'll be thinking of you, constantly!"
Christine smiled and walked away, giggling. She went over to the supposed "guest book" and signed her name like all the rest. She turned and proceed to exit the room when suddenly she stopped. She looked over at Beth for one last time, her evil smile dominating her whole face, and then she blew Beth a kiss. After that, she simply walked out of the room, laughing, in a very maniacal way.
Beth thought to herself, 'What a lying piece of crap that Christine is! Katherine would never do that to me. And if that bitch ever does come out to California for her revenge, it will be HER, not me, who will be on the painful end of that whip! I'll have her wishing that she never should have come out there. And that, I promise!'
While Beth was in the throes of creative revengeful contemplation, a pair of men's shoes was next to walk up into her field of vision. It was Paul!
This was it! Beth had to play the docile ringed slave girl for all she was worth now. No more mistakes like she did with Christine. She had to follow Tonya's teachings to the letter. She had to remain calm and above all, keep looking down! Then she heard Paul's voice.
"I . . . I am sorry Beth, I mean, slave B. Here I thought that the two of you were just pretending, in order to get rid of me. But now I can see the truth. I see you, not as Beth, but as . . . oh it makes me so sad and sick to look at you like this. What you have done to yourself? What have you turned yourself into? I could never . . . I mean, you're no longer the girl I wanted to marry, to bear my children and spend the rest of my life with. You've changed so much! You're no longer the woman I loved. I don't even know who you are any more, so how could I ever love a woman, a . . . thing, like you. I promise I will never bother you again. I can see it now. How you really don't love me. How you really don't want me to be in your life any more, ever. So, good luck to you, slave B. I hope the two of your are very happy together."
That was it! The plan worked! After all she'd been through. After all she had to put up with. The humiliation, the pretend lesbian sex acts, the bondage, the scalping of her beautiful hair, the degrading pictures, the legal documents identifying her as something that she was not. It had all paid off. Paul was out of her life, forever! It had worked!
Beth was so happy that she wanted to shout and jump for joy! She was also happy for being so intensely bound and gagged else her enthusiasm would have given her away.
Her future in California was now a reality. Life was good! Life was beautiful! Life, HER life, was all hers once more.
Then Katherine walked up beside Paul. Beth soon heard the clear prideful voice of her pretend Mistress, and very dear friend.
"Well Paul, do you believe us now? Can you see that Beth is no longer the girl you thought she was? That she belongs to me, and only to me. That she is MY lover, MY property, and MY slave! Can you bring yourself to believe it now Paul?"
Again, Beth waited on pins and needles for the final chop of the axe to be heard. To reaffirm what she just heard from Paul himself. To make it more real for her, literally a dream come true, and not just something that her anxious mind and exhausted body wanted her to hear.
"I would never have believed it, if I didn't see it for myself. To watch it happen every step of the way. How you turned a vibrant, intelligent, and independent woman like Beth into your very own lesbian bimbo slave girl was quite an experience for me, Aunt Katherine."
"Now don't be so modest nephew. I could never have done it without you."
Katherine then hugged her sweet relative and kissed him on the cheek. The two actually beaming with grand smiles from the happy state of accomplished bliss that they were in.
Beth was confused. Did she hear right? "Aunt Katherine" and "nephew" Paul? How could this be? How could they be related? How could they be so happy, with themselves, with each other? What about the plan? It was supposed to get rid of Paul, her nephew? No, no, no, this has got to be a joke! But how could Paul be in on the joke too? Unless . . . Oh no. Oh please NO! It can't be! Please, let it be a dream, a horrible, terrible nightmare of a dream, PLEASE!!
Beth slowly looked up, and at the sight of Katherine and Paul hugging and smiling at each other, at her. Beth was beginning to believe it was true. All so deviously true, as her eyes began to tear up with devastated horror and sorrow.
"Ok nephew, enough of these congratulatory acknowledgments. It is time for you to go and leave me with my brand new slave girl. I need to explain a few things to her and you need to get on with your life. Here is an envelope, in compensation for your part in the plan. Now give your Aunt a nice kiss on the cheek and go."
And Paul did just that. He thanked his Aunt generously for the gift and began to walk away.
"Oh nephew, don't forget to sign the paper stating you were a witness to the bonding ceremony and Beth's total willingness in becoming my slave girl like everyone else."
Beth looked on in bugged eyed shock as Katherine's nephew looked back and waved in confirmation. A few minutes later he too was gone, just like the rest.
A moment later Tonya walked up beside Katherine. She put her arms around her and gave her a long sensuous kiss. Beth closed her eyes in disbelief. It was all so obvious to her now. That Tonya was in league with Katherine just as much as Paul had been. Was there no end to this conspiracy of betrayal!
"So, does she know yet my love", Tonya causally asked Katherine while smiling and looking at Beth like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"She knows, but not everything. Why don't you go to bed and I'll be in as soon as I tell her the whole story."
"Ok, but don't be too long. I am looking forward to making love to my best girl friend." With that Tonya gave Katherine one quick kiss and a nice little squeeze on her butt before leaving.
But before the spider woman could completely walk away, Katherine immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her assertively back, their bodies actually bumping into one another. Katherine quickly reached up and took Tonya's face in her hands and kissed her, aggressively and passionately. She then jerked Tonya's head back and then told her, "Now go, and put on something pretty in white lingerie. You know how I like contrast in my sex life, my tasty ebony treat."
Katherine smiled at Tonya, twirled her around and pushed her on her way. Tonya moved as if she were walking on clouds. And just before she was out of sight, she turned and said to Beth, "Pleasant dreams, sweet thing." Then she disappeared into Katherine's bedroom.
Beth was amazed to see so much sexual domineering assertiveness in Katherine, especially when it was directed at Tonya. From her long ordeal, Beth came to see how Tonya and Katherine were similar in many ways. But even in that, she always thought that Tonya was the more authoritative since she was so much more into the dominance and submission genera. But obviously she was wrong on that point too. Beth was rapidly finding out how wrong she was about so many things. Katherine was definitely the more dominant one, the more powerful and the more controlling of the two, which only added to her growing fear and sorrow.
Katherine stepped up to Beth. She began touching her lightly with her fingers. Soon, her touch turned into long tender caresses. Her delicate fingers and soft palms exploring Beth's tightly bound flesh with a strange inquisitive eroticism that caused goose bumps to form on Beth's flesh.
Beth wanted nothing to do with this traitorous lying bitch. She tried to move away, but all that caused was for the straps to creak. It wasn't long before Katherine began to enlighten Beth about her now, unique, situation.
"I dare say that you believe I owe you an explanation, don't you, PET! However, you being my slave and I your owner, your dominant Mistress now, I really owe you nothing. But, I will tell you the why of it all, not because of some sentimentality or weakness on my part for your current poor, frightened and confused condition. I am not that kind of a woman, or Mistress, as you will come to find out. I am going to tell you because it will enlighten you as to how utterly hopeless it is for you now. It will go far better for you if you accept your destiny as MY property, MY very own lesbian bimbo sex slave if you will, than try to fight it, or me."
Katherine made her point by glaring into Beth's eyes while pulling on one of her still throbbing nipple rings while accenting the word "MY".
Beth closed her eyes tightly as faint moans of pain escaped from her harshly packed mouth. She soon felt Katherine release her nipple ring and then began gently stroking her prominent breasts while continuing with her story.
"It all started the first day you came into my office as my business assistant and apprentice. When I laid my eyes on you I knew right then and there that I had to have you. Oh yes, I lied about not being a lesbian.
Although, to be politically correct, I am a bisexual. But I much prefer woman to men. Beautiful, young, sexy woman that I can possess and bend to my iron will. Just like you pet."
Katherine's hands began flowing down along Beth's torso, around her hips and ass, and then to her pussy.
Beth was far too saturated with fear, despair and anger, plus trying to follow what Katherine was saying, to give any notice to what Katherine was doing to her body.
"I could have used the direct approach and told you that I found you very attractive and wanted to make love to you, but really pet, I'm not stupid. I knew there were far too many hurdles to transverse in order to go that route. The main one being that you are not a lesbian. The others, all be it of a much lesser degree, like the age difference and the fact that I am as aggressive, controlling, and passionate in my sex life as I am in my business life would no doubt be more stumbling blocks to establishing such a relationship. And with you being a similar demanding no nonsense woman that I perceived you to be, I knew you would not entertain the thought of becoming my submissive sex toy just in the bedroom either.
So, I had to devise a way, a PLAN as you came to know it. Well, only part of it that is. The first part of the plan was for you to find it necessary to run away from someone. The second part of it was for you to run towards someone, namely me.
That's where my dear sweet nephew Paul comes in. I set up a deal with him to date you and then become one of those psycho, infatuated, won't take NO for an answer kind of guys that scares the living hell out women. And I must admit, he did an excellent job of it too. He is going to find a little note, and a bonus, in his envelope thanking him for being such a charismatic actor in playing his part of the plan so passionately.
I was so tickled pink, the way you came to me all flustered and in tears because you were at your wits end in trying to get rid of my nephew. And when I kissed you that first time, my GOD, it took all my self-control not to take you all the way that very moment.
That kiss was the first positive incentive and real confirmation that I definitely wanted you. It motivated me completely to go full steam ahead with my desire to posses you.
At that point, the plan was as I described it to you back then. First, to make you appear to be my lesbian lover so Paul would leave you alone. When that failed, as I planned it would, you were to become my lesbian BIMBO lover. And we both know where that lead to, with you finally becoming the lesbian bimbo slave girl to my Mistress Katherine persona. You will never know how incredibly sexually turned on I became through out this entire project.
I could barely control myself. Watching you, seducing you, molding you each step of the way into the present sex slave that you are today. Many times a day, when I was alone, I found myself masturbating after I did something to humiliate you, degrade you, transformed you into my kinky lesbian sex puppet. And each time that you tried to rebel and I talked you out of it, It made me even more aroused and motivated to make you mine forever.
Oh pet, you were such a tender delicious morsel back then, and many a time I simply wanted to just gobble you up right there on the spot. But I wanted you for all time, and not for just one horny craving moment. So I remained true to the plan, knowing that in the end you would be mine forever."
Beth could not believe her ears. Katherine was mad! Totally, stark raving mad! She had once thought that Tonya was the insane one and Katherine her savior, mentor and friend. But once again, she found herself in error. It was Katherine all along who was the devil incarnate. Tonya was just her demon disciple. And here she was, alone, frightened and held captive in the lair of a lunatic. A psychotic of the N'th degree that wanted her as a sex slave. A living, breathing object for her own personal use, without her consent! Katherine was mad all right, but Beth was completely helpless to do anything about it.
"I was so amazed at how easy it was to keep you under my thumb pet. Each time you wanted to call it quits, I was able to talk you out of it. I guess I owe it all to my extraordinary managerial skills. The tools of my trade if you will. And the one I concentrated on the most was the carrot and stick approach.
I dangled the carrot of a wonderful executive position in California if you stayed true to your role while using the stick of losing everything that you had worked so hard for and having to deal with Paul for the rest of your life if you didn't. It worked out so well that I began to wonder if you might be acclimatizing to your role too easily. As if you perhaps enjoyed it. That's when I decided to add a few more obstructions, besides Paul, just to see if there might be a part of you that actually wanted to be dominated.
I presented the idea to have your long brunette hair, your feminine pride and joy, the most precious part of a woman's unique identity, to be cut short and dyed blonde, and you complied. I admit, you were a bit reluctant, but you still went through with it.
Then I pushed the envelope and had you appear in public half naked and without underwear. There you willingly followed my orders with little resistance just like a good little slave girl should.
I set up all the conditions for you to be arrested by those two lady cops, who by the way I paid handsomely, and to be taken to the jail house. I even provided that special breakable and inflatable gag and those ill functioning cuffs as well.
Having you experience Tonya, and her bizarre play toy, in that jail cell was not a random event either. Tonya told me how you reacted to her rather unusual seductive powers. She is one amazing woman that Tonya, and very tasty I might add."
The knot that was forming in Beth's belly was getting bigger and tighter with each unbelievable revealed deception that Katherine told her.
"Christine's presence was a wild card and a total surprise for me. I was the one who was suppose to deal with those lady cops myself in getting you freed. Nothing outlandish you understand, just more threats of a possible police record if they caught you there on the corner again. I of course would promise the officers to watch you more closely and see to it that nothing liked that ever happened again. But, it didn't work out quite that way.
When I over heard the two of you talking in that interrogation room I thought it was all over with. I must say though, Christine did have it in for you pet. And all I could do was play it by ear and hope my years of thinking on my feet in the business world would pay off. And it certainly did! Several times I wanted to either burst out laughing or take you right there in the room with Christine watching. But again, I stayed true to the plan.
Oh, in case you didn't know, it was I who came up with the idea of those three documents and having you sign them in front of a real judge, not Christine. She was all ready to let you go after she spanked your butt to no end. But I saw another opportunity to tighten my grip around you and went for it. The outcome was nothing short of outstanding! Maybe you were destined by fate to be mine after all pet."
Katherine began stroking Beth's bald head with her finger tips and then kissed her lightly on her nose.
Beth was once again thrown for a loop. Christine was right after all. It wasn't her college nemesis, it was her mentor, savior and dear friend who had sold her down the proverbial river.
Beth closed her eyes and tears ran down her cheeks. She had faithfully played the loyal devoted friend to Katherine, and was bitterly betrayed as a result. How could she have been such a blind fool in hindsight. She was only now beginning to see how badly off she really was.
"Ohh, don't cry pet," Katherine said with a mock compassion as she wiped away Beth's tears with a soft frilly handkerchief.
"You know you want this."
Beth opened her eyes wide and glared at Katherine as if to proclaim in open rebellion, 'I most certainly do NOT, you crazy fucked up bitch!'
Katherine read the look that Beth shot at her.
"Oh? So you continue to deny it then. Well, what about when I suggested that I cut all your hair off, or have your nipples and pussy lips pierced? Oh excuse me. I mean just your nipples pierced. Again, I lied about that too, but I knew you wouldn't mind."
Katherine smiled and giggled to herself after that last comment. She knew Beth would have balked at the suggestion of having both her nipples and pussy lips pierced. So instead of telling Beth, and getting her consent, she just took advantage of the situation for her own gain.
"Oh yes, MY PET. There is a part of you that wants to be dominated, whether you want to admit it or not. But it is kind of strange though. If you never met me, you would have probably become a very successful businesswoman. You would have married a nice successful man, have a couple of kids, and, in all honesty, have a very comfortable and rewarding vanilla life. But you did meet me, and your destiny has been changed because of it.
Even if the plan was as I presented it to you with Paul leaving you and you coming to California as my right hand executive, I doubt you would be able to live a vanilla life from then on. Having gone through all those D/s situations has released something deep inside of you. Once you were in California you would feel an aching desire, a virtual need, to experience them again, and again, and again.
You probably would end up having a lesbian affair, or two, or marrying some guy who would dominate you in the privacy of your home, or perhaps both. You would have ended up living a double life. By day, an aggressive, competent and successful executive. And by night, someone's submissive fetish sex toy. It would not be easy for you, but you would find it a very satisfying lifestyle. That is if you could pull it off."
Hearing those words Beth felt a twinge of truth run through her soul. But her head overruled her feelings and once more she focused her anger on Katherine and her fear of what her future was to be.
"But there is no executive position for you in California, MY PET! Oh you will be coming to the West coast with me for sure. And I will have a new position for you there as well. But it will not be in business. It will be in the privacy of my very own home. I bought a remote estate not too far from the corporate office. You will remain there and continue to be my lesbian bimbo slave girl. You will do all the domestic duties of a maid, plus be my very own sex doll and intimate lover.
Oh yes pet. You will give me oral pleasure for my sweet tender pussy. Up till now, that part of your training has been sadly lacking. I didn't want to risk losing you by pushing you into doing that. But now that your situation has changed, I am going to enjoy making a first class pussy licker out of you. I know, I know. You will fight me tooth and nail all the way. But sooner or later you will come to heel like all well trained house pets do. You will accept your fate as my slave just like Cynthia accepted hers as Tonya's Thing.
Now don't you worry pet. I will not transform you into such a surreal object as Tonya did to Cynthia. But there will be some cosmetic changes that you will have to accept. Those you will find out when the time comes, in the not too distant future that is.
However, I will say this. The person that you were, the unique young woman who once called herself Beth Jenson, will no longer be a viable entity. In fact, as of this moment, Beth Jenson is no more. I am aware that you know otherwise, but that is changing even as I speak. The power of attorney that you signed over to me allowed me to liquidate all your possessions. Everything you had in storage has now either been sold off or given away. You own nothing, not even your most precious heartfelt mementos. They are all gone.
Even all those people who once knew you as Beth Jenson, your dearest friends, your worst enemies, all your work cohorts, vendors and bosses have bared witnessed to your change in identity. They have even signed an affidavit to this fact. Just one of several legal documents that you also signed in declaring yourself as a die-hard lesbian to the world.
And the final coup d'etat was that mysterious third paper you signed, without reading it, before the judge. That third document was for a name change my sweet. Even legally you are no longer Beth Jenson. Your new name will fit your new personality, your new look, and your new identity to a tee. From this moment on Beth Jenson ceases to be. But today, a new slave girl is born, and her name is Candi.
So sweet to the taste as a peppermint candy stick. So pretty in pink like a cotton candy treat. And as dumb, but satisfying, as a piece of delicious long lasting hard rock candy. That will be you my pet, my slave, my Candi. And I will do everything in my power to see to it that you stay that way too, forever and ever."
Katherine picked up the black silk cloth and used it again as a blindfold around Beth's, now Candi's, terror stricken eyes.
"It is late now Candi and we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow is moving day and we must get you ready for our trip to California."
Katherine kissed Beth on her nose, said goodnight and walked to her bedroom where a frilly dressed Tonya waited eagerly for a night of hot burning love.
Beth was beyond shock. In her dark, numbing bound, speechless state she thought that it might be a dream. A vivid gruesome nightmare that she only needed to wake up from like she seen in the movies. But the persistent pain in her nipples and pussy lips were telling her otherwise.
Her feelings were running rampant. One minute, she was full of self-pity. The next, of mind numbing horror at the thought of what Katherine planned on doing to her. And finally, with anger as it gushed out in waves from her rigidly bound body at how Katherine betrayed her most precious gift to her, her trust.
She fought the straps and gag with all her might trying desperately to escape. But all they did were to creak in place. Time and time again her anger fueled the energy she needed to fight the straps. But with each corresponding failure, she fell into a deeper state of misery. She was about to try again when all of a sudden she felt something soft and wet on her pussy lips.
It startled her at first, but then it began to feel good. Her mind searched for understanding while her body was bathed in the erotic pleasure of being fondled down there.
'What is going on? And who is doing this?' She thought to herself. And when she realized the "what", she immediately knew the "who". The "what" was a tongue that was bathing her pussy in warm sensuous pleasure. A tongue that was articulate, experienced and could reach all the way up inside of her, far enough to tickle her very cervix. It was THING!
Her mind wanted to turn away from this, to push Thing away from her. She was not a lesbian. She had no sexual interest in women, or to be pleased by another woman either. But her bound and excited body would not allow her mind to dominate or control her response. The more Thing's tongue danced around her salivating pussy, the more Beth accepted and allowed herself to experience the pleasure of Thing's talented tongue on her aching craving love nest.
It wasn't long before Beth was riding her first intense orgasm as Candi, the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine. The first of many for that night, courtesy of Thing and Candi's new owner, Mistress Katherine.