(part 2)
"Turning up the Heat"
Beth stared at her reflection in the highly polished surface of the elevator door. She could not believe how her life had changed in the last month, or even more so in the last two weeks. Ever since she agreed to become her boss's, now Mistress Katherine, pretend slave and lesbian lover, nothing was the same. She remembered that Saturday night as if it was yesterday.
Ms. Sloan had offered her a last resort idea to finally get rid of Paul. At the same time she told Beth of a new high ranking position on the West Coast awaiting her, but only if they got rid of Paul. Since then, life had been a blur around her. She did remember bits and pieces of it, even though she wished she couldn't.
Beth had woken up that Sunday morning to discover a note from Katherine. It said that she would be gone Sunday and most of Monday. Beth was to relax on Sunday, go to work as usual on Monday and then that evening they would meet at the apartment when she returned. The disturbing part was that the note was signed "Your Mistress Katherine." It sent a chill down Beth's spine when she read that. And right below the signature was a little "happy face." Beth felt slightly better seeing that, which confirmed to her that this was still all an act to regain her liberty.
It was ironic in a way. To regain her freedom from Paul, she first had to surrender herself to Ms. Sloan. The old cliche came to mind--"Out of the frying pan, into the fire". She chuckled to herself while she pondered that thought for a second. No, she shook her head violently so and muttered to herself, impossible.
"Second guessing everyone will only make matters worse and too confusing to deal with. After all, it was Katherine who was there for me when I needed her and it is Katherine who I really and truly trust. I just have to believe in her and the plan and soon everything will work out for the best."
So Beth did as Katherine said and spent her free time Sunday watching television. On Monday, she went to work as usual, dressed in her standard sexy bimbo attire. She performed her secretarial duties there just like she was taught, gum popping, giggling and all. But when she got home to the apartment that evening, she was immediately taken aback.
New furniture had been added. Furniture with heavy black straps dangling menacingly from them. And when Ms. Sloan greeted her, she was dressed very oddly. In part, she was dressed as if she was going out for a sophisticated night on the town. Her hair and face was made up to elegant perfection. Her polished high heeled shoes, dark nylons and opera length black velvet gloves instilled an aura of sensuous allure. But the rest of her ensemble was right out of some ominous sexually depraved magazine.
She wore a tight bustier of leather that wrapped provocatively around her womanly body and down between her legs. It had ornate shiny chrome inserts defining her breasts and pubic area. Around her soft feminine neck, she wore a narrow leather collar dominated with more of those bold metal studs. To Beth, she both beautiful and evil, both at the same time. But when she caught sight of that black leather riding crop in her hand, that balanced scale of good versus evil was immediately shifted in only one possible direction.
Katherine approached Beth with a sinister smile. The click of her heels on the floor echoed in a slow, but somehow, powerful way. When she was only inches from her, Katherine spoke to her in a voice that reminded Beth of a cat that had trapped its prey. "Welcome home, my bimbo, lesbian, slave girl." Then, she took Beth's wide-eyed face in her soft, velvety smooth hands and kissed her, long, deep, and passionately.
Beth could not move. This woman was literally raping her mouth and she felt powerless to do anything to stop it.
When the kiss finally ended, Katherine put her arms around Beth and hugged her possessively. She whispered in Beth's ear not to be afraid. It was all part of the plan and to follow her into the bedroom.
Once there, the atmosphere changed dramatically. Katherine's mood became all excited and giddy, which caused Beth to awaken sharply from her stunned trance. Katherine then explained, at length, what she had been doing for the last two days and what was going to happen in the short time they had left.
Katherine told her that she had spoken with some of her old friends about the D/s scene and asked for their help. To which, every one of them had been sympathetic to Beth's plight and commented on how brave she must be to follow this difficult route. Beth recalled how much better she felt when she heard that others thought she was doing the right thing. They also thought that Katherine's bizarre plan had merit to it. Thus, they gave Katherine a crash course in being a dominant, plus, loaned her various devices, gear and fetish garb to help make the plan a success.
Katherine then said how she had hired a private investigator to follow Paul and report on his actions. If Paul did that to them, then why not pay him back in kind. Katherine wanted to know where Paul was every second of the day. This way, they could intensify or relax their role-play as circumstance dictated. The big news was that the corporate board would make its decision and release the news in two or three weeks. Shortly after that she would have to leave for the West Coast. That meant they would only have a short period of time to make this pretend dominant/submissive relationship work well enough to fool Paul.
Beth remembered how Katherine worded it. She was so compassionate in how she explained their NEW relationship to her. "We will really have to get into this kinky relationship as fast as possible Beth. I was hoping we could ease our way into it, get a little used to it first, and then go deeper as we went along. But I'm afraid we will not have that luxury. I hope you understand that this has to appear real right off for it to work."
Beth remembered how bitter sweet she felt upon hearing those words. The repugnance of having to acknowledge and then accept willingly, the need for expedience in the plan's execution. While at the same time, how touched she was that Katherine had put so much time, money and energy into trying to make the plan work.
Again, she remembered how they both hugged one another and hearing Katherine whispering in her ear how she was well worth the effort.
Then, Katherine laid down the ground rules. D/s was about control. Beth would be surrendering herself to her superior, Mistress Katherine. A large part of this power transfer was in following orders, no matter what they were. Along with this, Beth would be put into many subservient roles, emphasized with lots of bondage and erotic fetish wear.
Reminiscing, Beth felt another chill run down her spine when she recalled Katherine's matter of fact tone telling her how her life had to change.
She squirmed again, over another memory flash back, concerning SEX in their D/s relationship. Beth knew, even back when Katherine first mentioned the word, this touchy area was going to include much more than just some passionate kissing. Still, she trusted, even idolized Katherine and since neither of them were really lesbians at heart, Beth was willing to do her best to follow Katherine's lead. She remembered reaffirming to Katherine her dedication to making the plan work by doing everything that Katherine might expect of her. A pledge she made not without some difficulty.
Katherine had told her that because of Paul's extremely intrusive examination of their lives, they would be forced into this role-playing 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Thus, reality checks would be few and far between. But Katherine promised to do her best to find times and moments when they could come back into being who they really were, and review why they were doing this. Beth understood the need for it all. And even though it would be hard for her, she would do her best to stay in character at all times.
At that point, Katherine had offered Beth a little trick she used when a situation became too much for her. It worked in all facets of her life-- business, social events and in private, and she was sure it would help her out too. At anytime, when the pressure was getting too much for her, she would take a moment in repose to reaffirm who she was, why she was doing this, and to bear in mind that nothing lasts forever.
After that Katherine kissed her on the cheek and told her to go to bed. Tomorrow the plan would go into full effect. And she was going to need her rest if she was to perform as required. Beth remembered fading off to sleep repeating to herself a personal mantra that was based on Katherine's suggestion. "I am Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life and it will soon be over."
Now, it all seemed like a dream. A horrible nightmare was more like it. Beth quickly became three people in one. At work, she was Ms. Sloan's air headed bimbo secretary. At home, she became the very obedient slave to Mistress Katherine. And finally, in bed, just before sleep claimed her, she was Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free woman, who wanted a better life and prayed the current situation would soon end.
Mistress Katherine had been good to her word. The next morning, Beth was unceremoniously inducted into Ms. Sloan's plan of last resort. Considering how aggressive Ms. Sloan was in business, Beth should have guessed that she would be equally aggressive in Beth's domination. Katherine changed Beth's work wardrobe a bit more. Her under things were packed away and put in storage. She was no longer to wear bras or panties. This made Beth feel both excited and embarrassed at the same time. Her breasts no longer had any support and even though they were still youthfully firm, they were of the above average size. When she moved, especially suddenly, her breasts moved too, wiggling and jiggling on their own like large mounds of Jell-O. The movement had a rather pleasant and stimulating effect on her.
Her outside apparel would sometimes rub against her bare nipples, exciting them into hard nubs, a process Beth could only find desirable. It wasn't long, however, before Beth's physical pleasure turned into emotional distress. Every time she looked into a mirror, Beth could see her large, erect nipples poking obscenely through the soft material of her blouse. Her bimbo image had just been raised to another level. No panties, together with too short skirts and dresses, only added to her sweet and sour emotional state.
Cool breezes and cold seats were brisk reminders of her naughtiness, a feeling she was embarrassed to say she was learning to like. Then again, any good feeling was washed away by shame whenever she had to bend over. Instead of showing off pretty panties, Beth was flashing her bare ass to the world.
It wasn't as though Beth went totally without undergarments. She now had to wear a variety of corsets, all the time. And those corsets came in many different colors, designs and materials. The colors were all bright and bold. The designs varied from plain to very frilly and fashionably erotic. They also came in different materials like cotton, satin, leather, latex, and one, of all things, in thick rubber.
Despite their variety, they still shared the same characteristics. They were all old fashioned, laced up the back and heavily boned corsets. And each and everyone of them would reduce her waist from four to six inches in circumference. A reduction that definitely left Beth in physical discomfort, many times bordering on pure agony. But never-the-less, she had to grin and bear it for the cause just like a good little trooper or a devoted slave girl who was deeply in love with her domineering Mistress.
The effect of the lacing was to give Beth's body a severe "hour glass" shape. As her waist was constricted inwards, she filled out both above and below the corset. Her hips and rear end became wider and rounder, and her breasts seem to increase from a full "C" to almost a "D" cup, that is if there was anything to cup them with. Her bimbo look was becoming more and more a physical reality with each passing day.
Her outerwear underwent only a minor change however. Given her much enhanced, voluptuous figure, she did have to pack away some of her older, now poorly fitting, wardrobe. But Mistress Katherine made up for her slave's loss with new clothes more appropriate for her new position. Her new clothes were still the bright, tight, and flesh exhibiting outfits they were before. But the material was very different. Now, her clothes featured tighter leathers, more squeaky ultra-thin latexes and one totally bizarre dress of hot, squeezing, suffocating rubber. They still made Beth look like the office bimbo, but now she was the "fetish" office bimbo.
Beth had to endure two more changes in apparel that distressed her the most, each bordering on almost pure abject humiliation. Her high heels were raised from five inches to six inches, some with platform soles. The too- high heels not only caused her feet to hurt and her legs to cramp, but they made her "bump and grind" swagger even more exaggerated.
Worse, the combination of higher heels and tighter corsets molded her figure into a kind of lazy "S" shape. She was forced to thrust her hard nippled breasts out wantonly and to jut her rounded rear out appallingly. Before this, when she walked, her breasts quivered seductively. Now, without any effort on Beth's part and much to her dismay, her two ballooned boobs bounced about obscenely.
The other cause for her acute embarrassment was the added jewelry she was required to wear. Around her neck, Beth wore a kind of snug necklace, a simple choker to the casual observer. But on close inspection, it was a decorated dog collar, complete with identification tag. The tag identified her as "B, property of K.S." The other piece of feminine jewelry was an ankle bracelet. People in the know might have called it a fashionable slave bracelet. In this case, it was not a fashion statement at all. It was a real symbol of ownership, tagged with the owner's name, "Katherine's". If Beth's former bimbo appearance troubled her, then her added fetish and slave accouterments embarrassed her to the very core of her being.
But it did not end there. It was not good enough merely to look the part. Beth now had to act the part of a bimbo slave girl as well. Mistress Katherine had more than a few ideas in that department too. Beth was required to call her boss "Ms. Sloan," "Mistress" or "Mistress Katherine."
At work, when people were around, Beth was to call her "Ms. Sloan". When they were alone or away from work, she would answer with "Mistress" or "Mistress Katherine," even during those few times when a reality check was afforded them. Mistress Katherine insisted on it, since in doing so would help prevent slip-ups. And since it was only for a couple of weeks, Beth complied.
On the other hand, Mistress Katherine would call Beth anything she wanted, at any time. Once, Mistress called her "slave" over their intercom when there were clients in the outer office with her. Beth just giggled like the air headed bimbo she portrayed to perfection and informed the clients that it was just a little joke about how her boss worked her so hard. But most of the time, Mistress would call her simply "pet", or use the letter "B".
Mistress Katherine told her she liked those two the most. Each signified their relationship to a "T". Beth was merely a "pet" to be played with now and then. And at other times, when Mistress used Beth as a slave, she would call her "B" since her slave status made her unworthy of even a full first name. Look the part. Act the part. Be the part!
The protocol did not end there. Mistress Katherine required Beth to refer to herself in the third person. Beth was forced to say things like "Mistress, B would like to ask you something" or "Mistress, could B have something to eat, she is really hungry" or "Your pet is very sorry for not understanding you, please do not punish her." Even in the midst of a reality check, Beth was expected to speak in this demeaning way. Consistency was everything.
Throughout the day, Beth was required to drink soda through a straw. Of course, in keeping with her "bimbo" persona, she had to make as much noise as possible. After all, bad manners was part of being a bimbo. Drinking so much meant she had to go to the bathroom often. Mistress Katherine only allowed her slave to go to the restroom down the hall once during the day. If she needed to go more than that, she had to use Katherine's private facilities--but only after asking permission.
Beth dreaded that part the most. She was not allowed simply to ask to use her Mistress's washroom, but had to go through a whole degrading scene that was suppose to be for the benefit of the D/s relationship, and Paul, if he happened to be spying on them at the time. Beth had to first knock on the door and ask: "Could B ask a question Mistress?"
Sometimes, Katherine was too busy and refused her. Then Beth was required to answer: "B is sorry for interrupting you, Mistress." She then had to go back to her desk and wait ten minutes before trying again.
If her Mistress decided to see her, Beth was to respond "Thank you, Mistress," and walk up to the front of her desk and wait for her Mistress to address her again. She always had to wait. While she did, she would go into a choreographed act designed to make Paul think twice about his infatuation with Beth. Sometimes, it wasn't all an act either.
Beth was to start fidgeting, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and swinging her body from side to side. Her elbows always bent and held close to her waist while her arms and limp wrists at right angles to one another to make her image more pathetic. She even had to make little moans of distress and start bouncing up and down from the knees. It was all an act to make her look like a pitiful little girl in need of going to the washroom.
Finally, Mistress Katherine would ask Beth what she wanted. Beth was to respond: "Please Mistress, B is sorry for the interruption, but B needs to pee very badly."
Katherine would always ask her if it was truly an emergency. That was Beth's cue to intensify her act. She was to shift her weight much faster now while raising one foot then the other, keeping her knees akimbo. She had to increase her bouncing in place and wave her forearms and flap her hands limply up and down in a kind of dire panic. Her facial expression was to match her body's urgent need for relief with distressed pouts and squinting eyes. As a final plea, she was to say: "Please Mistress, pretty please Mistress, B really needs to go potty bad!"
After a few minutes of watching Beth's award-winning dance, Katherine would tell her to go ahead. Of course Beth would thank her Mistress profusely and run to the private washroom as fast as her high heels and tight skirt would allow. And once in the out of sight confines of the restroom, Beth would look at herself in the mirror and almost cry. The only thing that prevented a gush of tears was her mantra. "I am Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life and it will soon be over."
Beth would exit the private facilities and walk back to Mistress Katherine. Once there, she was to strike her "bimbo pose."
Whenever Beth was standing in her Mistress' presence at the office, she was to automatically pose herself in a most horrible way of coming to attention. Beth had to stand with her weight shifted on to one leg and her hip jutting out to the side. She was to rest her hand on her hip to draw even more attention to her luscious pelvic curve. Then, both shoulders were to be drawn back proudly, thus thrusting out her bulging breasts and pouting nipples to their maximum effect. Finally, she was to stare, big- eyed and vacant, off into space while chewing bubble gum with her mouth open. Beth was to hold this pose for the count of ten. If nothing happened, she was to slowly shift her entire pose to the other side.
The whole idea was to reinforce her image as a sex object and down play, for Paul's benefit, her existence as a unique cognitive woman. So far, student Beth was getting straight "A's". By this time, Katherine would either wave her on to her secretarial duties or have Beth just stand there, shifting her pose every ten seconds like a hooker on a street corner looking for some action.
Lunchtime was another opportunity for Katherine to intensify the plan. According to her PI's report, this was a key time when Paul spied on them. Knowing that Paul wanted Beth as his well-mannered, moral wife and mother of his children, Katherine tried to set up lunchtime situations to end Paul's fantasy.
Katherine had Beth do a kind of bump and grind strip show for her at lunch. Beth was told to perform like a slut queen on stage, peeling her figure- hugging clothes from her soft feminine body in long slow movements while fluttering her long false eyelashes like a first class vamp. If she wasn't flashing a full, inviting smile from ear to ear, her ripen red lips were pouting in a luscious come-hither look.
Oh yes, Katherine made sure Beth knew Paul was getting an eye full. She instructed Beth to move enticingly, slowly, sensuously like a hooker in an Amsterdam window.
A few times during the strip show, she would tell Beth to stop her erotic gyrations and simply pose for her. And in this Beth had to do in specific ways that were purely sexual, either teasingly sophomoric or blatant in- your-face pornography.
Katherine was the erotic puppeteer and Beth was the bimbo "Barbie" doll on a string. Katherine accepted nothing less than perfection from poor, humiliated Beth as she commanded her to repeat each move until her Mistress was totally satisfied with it's execution.
Beth followed her mentor's lead without objection, even though she felt degraded to tears. But as a "slave," her body and mind were no longer hers to command. The plan stipulated that she "belonged" to her Mistress and she had to obey, freely, without reservations and to the utmost of her abilities. And Beth quietly complied.
Katherine would never let Beth remove more than her outer clothes, but that was no great reprieve. Her only attire after that was her sexy tight corset, her long dark nylons held up by frilly garter straps, and her stiletto heels. At this point, Katherine would really begin to raise the heat for the spying Paul, and for poor, tormented, red-faced Beth.
Beth was forced to dance in a way that focused attention on her tits, ass and pussy. She would move her waist, shoulders and arms so her tits would shake, jiggle and bounce like the full, ripened sex objects they had become. Her hips and ass were paraded, rolled and wagged like a belly dancer without a skirt. With her pussy, she had to spread her legs, bend her knees and do a pelvic thrust in a kind of air humping. The only thing she could not do, because of Katherine's explicit order, was to touch her self. She could not touch her big, bouncing tits. She could not touch her gyrating ass and hips. And she certainly could not touch her tender and increasingly wet pussy. Only Mistress Katherine had the right to touch those feminine jewels of erotic pleasure.
Throughout Beth's lewd dance, Katherine would tell her to freeze and Beth would have to stop immediately. She would be straight-legged, bent at the waist and wiggling her ass in front of Katherine's face when her Mistress would say "FREEZE!" and Beth would turn to stone, right then and there.
Katherine would then rub her hands over her pet's smooth and irresistible rear end. At first, her touch would be soft and caressing like a lover. Then it became heavy and massaging like a baker kneading dough.
Sooner or later, Beth would feel the first slap. Sometimes, it was gentle but mostly it was not. In a short time, Beth's derriere would have turned a brilliant red. At this point, Katherine would change tactics and perform a slow sensuous massage of the two round buttocks. Of late, Beth was beginning to enjoy these little erotic spankings, a feeling she later reflected on with misgivings.
At other times in the dance, Beth would freeze bent over, her big tits hanging free in front of Katherine and her big red ass sticking out in back right in front of Katherine's office's window. Katherine wanted Paul to get a good look at what was happening to his dream girl, regardless if anyone else did too. Besides, it was time for Mistress Katherine to play with B's sweet breasts.
Like her ass, Katherine started warmly, caringly and gently. Her touch would be ever so light, slow and intimate. She would circle the base of Beth's nipples affectionately causing the girl to experience an exciting, tingling sensation. To Beth's dismay, it aroused her a lot as Katherine would play with her erect nipples, bouncing them around with her fingertips, and then trapping and rolling them delicately between her finger and thumb. She would lightly pinch them, draw them down slowly and then abruptly let them go. Katherine was particularly delighted in watching Beth's breasts bounce around when she did this. Even Beth found a subtle pleasure in experiencing this kind of kinky foreplay.
Soon, Katherine's tit fondling became more aggressive. She would cup and squeeze Beth's breasts, grabbing them, pulling on them and even digging her fingers into their succulent flesh. Beth's nipples would also see such dynamic attention. The pinching became harder, the pulling more strenuous and in all directions, even circular. At times, Beth felt like a cow having her teats mangled by an overzealous milkmaid.
Every now and then, she would feel a sharp, quick twist of pain that seem like a flash of electricity running through her body. To her surprise, Beth again found even this treatment slightly pleasurable.
Despite those few moments of physical pleasure, Beth still found it all degrading and humiliating as this all-too-surreal nightmare continued to unfold. Then again, why wouldn't she? She was not a lesbian. She was not a kinky person. And she certainly was not interested in being treated as a simple, mindless sex object. Sometimes though, it seemed as if her mind was telling her one thing while her body was telling her the complete opposite. Beth was beginning to find it harder and harder to trust one over the other.
This was especially true when Katherine told her to freeze when her pussy was pushed up and out for easy access. Yet, Katherine never touched Beth there. She would touch her everywhere else though, gently up and down her inner thighs and softly, almost tickling, over and around her pubic area. Katherine would even blow lightly on Beth's wet pussy sending a wave of cool sensation throughout her hot inner core. But she would never touch her there. Unbelievably, Beth found this very frustrating! Not having her pussy touched by Katherine, a woman, might have relieved her mental concerns, but it did nothing to appease her body that ached so desperately to be touched.
Some submerged part of Beth wanted her Mistress to fondle her there, to stimulate her, to use her until she experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever had. Beth's mental and physical needs confused her badly. Her body yearned for the lesbian stimulated orgasm it was being denied. Beth knew, however, that if she did, she would feel terribly guilt stricken and ashamed afterwards.
It was a Catch 22, damned if she did and damned if she didn't. But she was a "slave" now and decisions like this were not hers to make anymore. Mistress Katherine made these decisions and she always left Beth frustrated, in more ways than one.
At the end of their lunchtime extravaganza, Katherine would tell Beth to gather up her clothes, go to her private restroom and put herself back together and definitely not masturbate.
Beth would answer with a simpering "Yes Mistress, B thanks you very much for a lovely lunch Mistress" and scoot off to the restroom.
Once alone, she would break down in tears. Her heavy makeup running and smearing down her face. It wasn't so much what Katherine made her do that distressed her, even when she tried hard to forget. Worse, it was how she felt afterwards standing, half-dressed in the restroom. She was alone, horny as hell, but somehow helpless to do anything about it. She would then stare at her bizarre image in the vanity's mirror and think to herself "Why can't I just finger myself off to a wonderful orgasm? The door is closed, I am alone, no one would know. So why can't I?" Beth always found herself crying when she tried to answer those questions. "Am I slipping more and more into my slave role? Am I really this powerless to stop it? Maybe deep down, I really don't want to stop this farce after all."
That last thought would always make her cry the most. She would then tell herself that wasn't it. That couldn't be the real reason why. Beth simply would not accept what her body and repressed emotions were telling her. It's all a small side effect from putting too much of myself into my role, that's all. Once everything is back to normal then I will be too. Her mind would always rationalized its way out of her dilemma.
But each time she went through this, it seem to take her a little longer to pull herself together, clean herself up and get back into her bimbo sub role. Her mantra ran in her head automatically the whole time. "I am Beth Jenson, an intelligent and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life, and this will soon be over."
She took a final look in the mirror. Beth was finding it harder to see herself as she used to be. She repeated her mantra with more resolve "I am BETH JENSON, an INTELLIGENT and FREE HETEROSEXUAL woman. I am doing this for a BETTER LIFE, and this WILL soon BE OVER." It was helping. There was still hope. I can survive this.
Beth presented herself to Mistress Katherine, bimbo pose and all. Katherine took B in her arms and kissed her, softly at first, firmly next, and then passionately without reservation.
B responded in kind, her mantra still echoing. "I am Beth Jenson, An intelligent and free heterosexual woman. I am doing this for a better life and this will soon be over."
Katherine broke the kiss and hugged her tightly. She whispered in her ear "Soon BETH, soon." Beth hugged her back her eyes getting glassy again. Her mantra faded in her mind. There was hope, there really was.
Katherine broke the hug and told Beth to get back to work. Beth smiled.
"Yes Mistress, THANK YOU Mistress" emphasizing her "thank you" to Katherine's whispered mention of her name. Katherine smiled back and in a warm voice replied, "You're welcome . . . Beth".
They just had a reality check. It was short and sweet, but it spoke volumes to Beth. It seemed to recharge Beth's batteries as she swaggered in triumph back to her desk. A moment later, Katherine heard someone blow their nose in her outer office. She smiled.
The elevator door opened and Beth was thrust back into the present. She followed Katherine into the vacant elevator and the doors closed after them. She was standing behind Mistress Katherine, as was her place, the correct place for a slave. The workday was done and with it, her role as office bimbo. It was time to take on another role, a role that played down her bimbo personality and forced her into total perverted objectivity.
They were going straight home tonight. She knew this as fact, and had so since early this morning before they left for work. She knew this because she was wearing a long trench coat. If they were going out before going home, then she would not be wearing one.
Beth stared again at their reflected images. How could their relationship change so fast? A month ago, it was employer and employee, teacher and student, and mentor and disciple. Then, it changed to pseudo-lesbian lovers. Next, to a corporate executive lesbian and her office lesbian bimbo. Finally, it had mutated to dominant and submissive lesbians, or more simply Mistress and slave.
Beth looked long and hard at their reflected images. It seemed as though her greatest change was on the outside--body, dress, and behavior. On the inside, she remained her old self, at least those parts she still recognized and had control over.
When she looked at Katherine, she seen just the opposite. She could see that Kathrine was her old self on the outside. But Katherine seemed to be changing on the inside, and that scared her immensely!
Oh, Beth knew that Katherine was role-playing just like she was. After all, neither of them were truly kinky lesbians. There was something, however, in the way Katherine went about it. It was hard for Beth to put her finger on it. This whole project was becoming one emotionally confused mess for her. Still, it was a fact that Katherine seemed to go a bit overboard sometimes, as if she enjoyed turning Beth into a lesbian slave girl. It wasn't a question of what Katherine did, but the intensity that she did it with that often made Beth's skin crawl in fear.
There was the time when Beth was doing some typing at her desk and Katherine came up behind her. She started rubbing Beth's shoulders. The shoulder massage felt so good. Then, Katherine's hands started to move down Beth's arms and then over to her chest. She would cup each of Beth's breasts with her hands and then gently rubbed them through the sheer material of her blouse. She could feel Katherine's heavy breath on the back of her neck followed by a series of little kisses down the side. Beth became more than a little uneasy in this and asked, "Is there anything B could do for you Mistress?"
Katherine answered directly. "No, continue what you are doing, pet, and ignore what I am doing to you. That is, if you can." The last part was put as a kind of taunting dare.
Intimidated, Beth did not press the issue. She did as Katherine told her and continued typing, doing her best to ignore Katherine's unwanted attentions. But Katherine raised it to another level. The soft, small kisses on her neck became big, wet smooches with an occasional gentle dragging of teeth along her sensitive skin. Katherine's tongue would run up and down Beth's neck, giving her goose bumps of excitement and fear at the same time. Her hands were once more massaging Beth's breasts, squeezing them, lifting them, rolling them around on her chest. Beth could not help but enjoy having her breasts ravished this way.
Katherine found Beth's ear and began to play with this new erogenous zone. Her lips trapped parts of her ear and pulled and sucked lustfully. She gave Beth little love bites, nothing serious, just a bit of aggressive playfulness. Katherine's tongue took charge as it explored and violated every nook and cranny that her ear had to offer. And Beth just giggled and cooed with delight since it tickled and made her feel warm and yearning for more.
Katherine's caressing of Beth's breasts shifted into a kind of cat and mouse play with her nipples. Her hands would cover Beth's breasts in such a way that the palms of her hands would barely touch the hard erect points of Beth's nipples. And as Katherine moved her hands around the outside of Beth's breasts, her palms would sometimes drag lightly across Beth's nipples in a tingly, ticklish way. Beth was being toyed with in a way that made her shiver.
Try as she might, Beth couldn't concentrate on her typing. What she was feeling went beyond just a couple of office girls fooling around for show or jest. Katherine was performing foreplay on her, arousing her, sending her well on her way to a soaring orgasm. The intensity of Katherine's tongue in her ear was at the same level with having a hot cock fucking her, something that Beth began to fantasize about.
But something else was wrong here. Katherine was getting too carried away. She was going over the top. It was as if Doctor Jekyll had turned into the lesbian Ms. Hyde and Beth was her erotic feast for the day. Just when Beth was about to break it off, Doctor Jekyll regained control and Katherine abandoned her sexual assault. She immediately grabbed Beth's lower jaw in her hand, turned her head so that Beth was looking out the office window.
"Smile, pet, we're on candid camera." She turned Beth's head back to face hers and gave her one hell of a hot French kiss.
Katherine broke off her kiss and told Beth to go back to work and left for her inner office. Beth knew then that Katherine must of received a call from her PI that Paul was watching them. And as such, Katherine decided to give Paul something to look at. But couldn't Katherine told her what she had planned? And why did Katherine have to go so far overboard? Could it be possible that Katherine have a secret agenda, she wondered and not for the first time?
Then, there was the time they went out for dinner after work. Beth had to continue to play the submissive, she understood this. But once again Katherine seemed to take it way to far.
Katherine entered the restaurant, talked with the Maitre d' and was shown to a table. She looked over the menu, placed the order and waited for her food while sipping a glass of wine. Through this entire process, Katherine pretended that Beth was not even there.
Beth was not allowed to talk to anyone or order any food or drink even a glass of water. She was to just sit next to Mistress Katherine, her head cast slightly down in total silence, and wait. Wait amongst all the stares and hushed comments around them. Most of which were asking the same question. Why would an impeccably dressed business woman associate herself with such a wantonly flamboyant street whore?
When the food came, Katherine periodically fed Beth with morsels from her plate. She would also allow Beth to sip some wine from a glass that she held to her lips. And it was Katherine who started and finished all conversations directed to either of them. Beth was shocked at how easy it was for Katherine to treat her as such a non-person, a mer pet, in public. It made her wonder if she should really trust Katherine so blindly.
The elevator doors opened and Katherine led the way to the underground parking garage. They were going straight home tonight because of the long trench coat she wore, or rather what was underneath the coat.
To make the relationship seem as real as possible, and another example of how Katherine seemed to have gone over the top, Beth had to be bound underneath the coat. It started in the morning, just before they left for work. Katherine would come into Beth's bedroom and tell her to "Present your self for leaving, slave." This would be the cue for Beth to stand before her Mistress with her back turned, arms behind her and hands palm to palm.
Katherine would take a wide strap and fasten it snugly around Beth's wrists. She would take another strap and fasten it around her arms just below her elbows.
In the beginning Katherine left some space between her elbows since Beth was not very limber. But now, after continued intense training at the hands of Mistress Katherine, Beth was able to have her elbows bound tightly with one touching the other. Of course, this made Beth's breasts and nipples bulge out even more than usual.
Beth was then to turn around and face her Mistress. Katherine took two more straps and fastened them around Beth's arms and torso, one just below her overflowing breasts and the other around the smallest part of her wasp like waist.
Being bound like this while wearing the constricting corset made Beth as stiff as a board from the waist up. Katherine then placed the trench coat over Beth's shoulders and buttoned up the front. The sash was tied around her waist and the empty sleeves were placed in her pockets and pinned inside to keep them from falling out. Beth looked quite inconspicuously natural.
A final item was then presented to Beth. When she had first seen it and learned what it was for, her eyes had bugged out in disbelief. Beth immediately began begging Katherine for mercy--just like a slave in the throes of misery. "Please Mistress, your pet doesn't think it will fit inside of her. It is way too big for your pet, Mistress. Please don't make your pet take it into her. Please Mistress Katherine, please!"
Katherine just smiled and giggled. "Do you really think I would force such a big thing like this inside of you, pet? Come now, you have to give me more credit than that. Look, see how I can compress it? Now open that succulent mouth of yours slave and say ahhhh."
Beth did as she was told and Katherine began to push a big yellow nerf ball in her mouth. She even had to put one hand behind Beth's neck for support in order to force the whole spongy ball into place. Once it was in she told Beth to close her mouth as far as she could and to force her lips to meet in front. Katherine made it clear to Beth that she did not want to see any yellow color coming out of her mouth.
Beth nodded her head and moaned an acknowledgment of her Mistress's orders. She tried to force her jaws as close together as the ball would allow. Then, she forced her lips closed to fill in the rest.
The purpose of the gag was to force Beth to keep her attention on hiding the ball in her mouth and not on her tightly strapped bondage. Nor was she to be concerned with how people might look at her or what might transpire around her either. All she had to do was keep her mouth shut and follow behind her Mistress like a good little slave girl. Besides, Katherine thought it made her look so cute with her lips puckered up so, just like a bimbo Cupie doll.
Since the two came to work this way, it was logical for them to go home the same way as well. Katherine opened the passenger door for Beth, who turned and slowly sat down on the seat. The combination of tight corset and bondage straps made that simple movement very difficult, not to mention how much discomfort there was just to breathe.
As Beth sat normally in her seat, or what passed as normal, Katherine took three more straps from behind the seat. She fastened them around Beth's legs, one above and below her knees, the other around her ankles. Katherine took one last look at her helplessly bound and gagged slave girl and then closed the car door. The seat belt and shoulder harness automatically wrapped itself around Beth's totally immobile form, pinning her into her seat.
Katherine got in on the driver's side and closed the door. She started the car and just before she put it in gear, she turned to Beth. "Are you ready to go home, pet?" Beth replied with a nod of her head and a soft short grunt.
They were headed home now. Home, where Beth's waking nightmare was being molded into new depths of anguish and humiliation.