(part 9)
"Maid Madness"
Oh yes, she will be glad to see Tonya out of her life. Her relationship with Tonya was bittersweet and it frightened her more than it angered her.
In her two meetings with Tonya, Beth found herself in the inferior role and totally at her mercy both physically and emotionally. The latter was what scared her the most. Tonya's mastery of the art of seduction was incredible. Even with her, an intelligent heterosexual woman, she was amazed at how easy it was for her to be lured into Tonya's lesbian world. Her soft feminine touch and tender sweet words, filled with alarming insight into Beth's own dark yearning soul, made her feel like a spell was cast upon her whenever she fell into the spider woman's web.
Her only salvation came in the form of a vision. An image so macabre in nature that it always shocked her back into the real world. "Thing" saved her. Each time she felt another soft silken thread binding her closer and closer to Tonya's exciting embrace, all she had to do was to remember Thing. Poor Thing, she was the last woman to be caught in the spider woman's web and was now and forever changed into a silent surreal symbol of Tonya's sexually depraved madness.
Still strapped tightly to the post, more memories began pouring into Beth's mind. Nasty memories of her tour de jour as Tonya's apprenticed serving wench. An unusual learning experience for Beth that started this very morning just before Katherine went to work for the last time.
"Now pet, you know how important tonight is. This is where all our hard work comes to fruition. We either win and find ourselves on our way to sunny California with our new lives ahead of us or ... well, let's not think about that. Keep thinking positively, follow Tonya's orders and, when I get back, we will finally put an end to this offensive farce once and for all! Trust in Tonya like you do in me B. You realize that if I didn't have to make one final appearance at work, then I would be here with you, training you for tonight's soiree, not Tonya. But the corporate world calls and I must go. I have the greatest confidence in Tonya's abilities pet, so be good and do what she says, It will all work out as I planned, you'll see."
Beth looked at Katherine with frightened eyes, but somehow she found the courage to once more submerge herself into her submissive role and say in a calm voice, "As you wish Mistress. B will do whatever Tonya says and please hurry back Mistress, PLEASE?" She could not help the inflection in her voice as she pleaded with her mistress not to leave her alone with Tonya for very long.
"I will pet. I will."
The two hugged passionately, Katherine dressed in her executive power suit ready for a full day at the office and Beth completely naked without a single hair left on her body.
When their embrace broke, Katherine took Beth's face in her hands and kissed her on the lips. In the beginning, Beth felt such a woman to woman kiss was very repugnant. But now, she wished it would never end. Her lips parted and eagerly accepted Katherine's probing tongue into her mouth.
Tonya was looking on from a short distance away. Her hand caressing the side of Thing's face as Thing knelt submissively by her side just like she had back in that jail cell.
Katherine slowly pushed Beth away and gently stroked her bald head and tear-streaked cheek, then, without saying another word, she turned and left. Beth quickly walked up to the closing door and looked through the peephole trying to catch a final glimpse of her departing friend.
Tonya smiled at the thought of how cute Beth looked. She was acting so much like a devoted house pet watching her Mistress leave and craving to be by her side, not unlike her own loving Thing by hers. But time was not an asset they could afford to waste on sentimental moments like this. So she patted Thing on the head and walked up behind Beth. She put her hands on Beth's shoulders and began massaging them.
Beth continued to look through the peephole as if trying to ignore Tonya, but when Tonya hands flowed down and around her body she could no longer disregard what her body was telling her. So she closed her eyes and pretended it was Katherine who was caressing her so affectionately.
Tonya put her chin on Beth's shoulder and then let her cheek snuggled up to Beth's face. Her fingers began rubbing Beth's nipples between them and sometimes adding a playful little pinch in the process.
Beth seemed lost in the moment, not caring at all that it was another woman fondling her so. She even let out a little moan when Tonya's physical interest became more intimate as Tonya's lesbian artistry meandered down between Beth's legs and to her shaven pussy.
Tonya whispered into Beth's ear, "Oh sweet thing, I wish I could play with you like this all day long. But we need to put our energy into another area now, your training." She then abruptly stopped her caresses as Beth's aroused body demanded more.
She was such a tease, that Tonya. She knew exactly what she was doing. Getting Beth all hot and excited like that, taking her well up the spiraling staircase to orgasm and then stopping when she was so near to fulfilling her aching desire. But that was Tonya's way. To tease, to taunt, to make one ache for more and then to deny them satisfaction. It was just her devilish way of playing with her prey, nothing more, nothing less.
She put her hands on Beth's shoulders and gently turned her around until she was facing her. Her hands began stroking and rubbing Beth's bald head in a very sensuous way. Her ebony hands and blood red nails were a dramatic contrast to Beth's pale barren scalp. And now it was Tonya who began making little quivering moans of pleasure.
"My goodness B, I find your new look to be one incredible turn on! But alas, time waits for no one."
Tonya moved closer to Beth. Their eyes riveted on one another. Tonya's gaze was soft, warm, and laden with erotic desire, and Beth's was wide-eyed and full of an aroused need mixed with building fear. Beth just knew Tonya was going to kiss her. But all of a sudden, Tony stopped a few inches from her lips. Then she heard Tonya say, "Kiss me B."
Beth's eyes blinked in surprise at what she heard. Never had she been the one to initiate a kiss with a woman. All the other times, with Katherine or even with Tonya, "they" were the ones who kissed her. She would just continue to play the passive submissive role and let it happen. But this time, she was the one asked to take the initiative. Even though she was "told" to do so by Tonya, she still felt like it was her choice, not her duty, to kiss another woman. A choice that somehow made her feel more accepting of her role as a lesbian, deep down inside of her.
So she kissed Tonya. First letting their lips lightly touch one another. Then Beth became more forceful, more vigorous, more pleasure seeking. She found herself liking it, the sensuous feel of another woman's lips upon her own. Again, she initialed another move with her tongue, slowing letting it pass through Tonya's lips. Then she felt a chill radiate through her when Tonya's full voluptuous lips began massaging her tongue as she thrust it in and out of her mouth repeatedly. And when their tongue dance became even more earnest, it was Beth who took the lead.
Just when Beth was losing herself in her first true consenting lesbian tryst, Tonya broke the kiss. She then began to stroke the side of Beth's bewildered face and told her it was time to begin. Again, Tonya had played the dominant sexual tease to perfection.
She directed Beth to follow her, and as they passed the kneeling Thing Tonya said, "Thing, follow."
Beth did not dare look back. Her interest in Thing made her skin crawl. This was the second time she had met Thing, and Beth was finding herself becoming more like her than she care to admit. So she refused to turn around and watch Thing maneuver in her highly restrained and bizarre form. But Beth could still hear Thing. First the clinking of metal and then the rapid clicking of Thing's ballerina like shoes on the hard floor behind her. That insidious sound that sent a cold shiver up her spine.
When they reached the great room, Tonya said, "B, stay. Thing, over to your perch."
'Perch?' Beth thought to herself as she remained fixed on the spot that Tonya had commanded her to. She watched in awe as Tonya lead Thing over to a very strange looking ornate metal stand. Beth's curiosity got the better of her as she shifted her interest from Thing's unnerving appearance to what Tonya called "The Perch".
The stand was made completely from antique grayish metal and stood only a few feet tall. The base was a slightly elevated heavy rectangular box and from its center rose a substantially sized pipe. Mounted on the top was what looked like a crescent shaped saddle with its two ends coiled around themselves in an kind of artistic spiral. The entire stand was decorated with fancy carvings and detailed reliefs of leaves, vines and small birds.
Thing stood in front of it, waiting. Her exotic stance with eyes looking down was an eerie complement to her flawless black skin on top of her many enhanced physical attributes, as well as her many polished gold jewelry.
Tonya was busy doing something to the stand, and her body was blocking Beth's view. When she did finish, Tonya then walked off to the side. That's when Beth's mouth dropped wide open and her eyes almost bugged right out of her head.
Tonya had mounted two dildos, two life-like black phalluses, to the bottom "U" part of the saddle. The back one was slightly smaller in girth and length than the front one, but both still had a monstrous look about them. Beth watched in spell bound fascination as Tonya applied some sort of clear lubricant over just the one in back.
After wiping her hands clean, Tonya placed her foot on a small pedal hidden in the base of the stand and pushed it down. The saddle began to descend, and when it was only about knee high it stopped. Without saying a word, Tonya stood patiently by as Thing began to move herself over the stand. Beth was amazed at how mechanically Thing seemed to respond, with no display of emotion or even a moment of hesitation, as she slowly straddled her legs over the encumbered saddle.
Tonya moved around in front to face Thing and to push down on another pedal in the base. The saddle, with its ominously protruding dildos, began to rise. Thing still stood her ground, silent and motionless. Her feet en pointe, legs straight and spread wide, and her torso and head held erect and proud. The only movement Beth could detect was from Thing's hands. With her wrists manacled firmly to her tightly cinched waist belt, all that Thing could do was to move her fingers. Beth could see how they moved ever so slowly over her hairless pubic area in a kind of rubbing motion. She thought that it was an unconscious act of anxiety on Thing's part. But whether it was favorable or not, Beth could not tell.
Beth continued to look on, curious but repulsed, as Tonya kept a careful eye on the slowly rising probes. When the head of the dildos just touched Thing's most tender flesh, Tonya stopped the saddle rising. She then began touching and spreading Thing's butt cheeks and tattooed red pussy lips to check the alignment of the probes. When all looked satisfactory, Tonya eased her foot back down upon the pedal and the probes slowly rose up and into Thing.
Beth let out with a gasp that caused Tonya to stop quickly. She look over behind her and saw Beth with her mouth covered by her hands and eyes wide open in a state of fearful surprise. Tonya then looked in the same direction that Beth was staring at and then smiled when she saw the reason for Beth's concern.
She looked back over to Beth with a warm smile and said, "Oh sweet B, you need not concern yourself over Thing's possible discomfort. She has been trained to immediately lubricate her pussy upon anticipation of being mounted on her perch. That is why I only lubricated her anal dildo."
She gave Beth one last affectionate smile and turned her attention back to impaling her Thing.
Slowly the probes moved up and into Thing. Thing just stood there, her legs spread wide on either side and making only the faintest of twisting movements to help guide the synthetic cocks deep inside her receptive holes. When the dildos completely disappeared and the saddle began to form itself between her legs, Thing began to move her legs together. But Tonya kept her foot on the pedal as the saddle continued to rise. When Things legs were only a couple of inches away from the center pipe a sharp metal snap was heard.
Beth looked at the base of the stand, where the noise came from, and to her amazement she saw a pair of manacles had automatically attached themselves just above Thing's ankles. She also saw that Tonya continued to keep the stand moving upward even though Thing's legs were firmly anchored to it's base. Beth became even more concerned for Thing's safety as she watched the saddle, and it's hidden probes, forced deeper and deeper into Thing's sensitive crotch. When it looked like Thing's legs were as taunt as a bowstring Tonya released the pedal.
'Oh my God!' Beth said under her breath as she stared on in horror, mixed with just a touch of unexplainable arousal.
Tonya stepped back and eyed her properly mounted Thing with a look that was pure haunting evil. She causally walked around her perched Thing, touching her, stroking her, caressing her. She seemed to linger over those fleshy feminine areas that the saddle made bulge into prominence. Finally, she took Thing's black face in her hands and kissed her most affectionately. A tender loving act that reminded Beth of Katherine.
Tonya let go of Thing's face and pushed a small concealed button on the saddle. A low, almost inaudible, hum started, and for the very first time Beth heard Thing vocalize a soft, self-indulgent moan.
With Thing securely tucked away on her perch, it was now Beth's turn. She watched as Tonya began taking some black items from a nearby box. For some reason now, Beth looked upon Tonya not with fear, but with a kind of serene warmth. She could not understand why she had this feeling, especially with regards to what she just seen happen to Thing. But never-the-less, she began to see her in a positive light and searched her mind for the reason why.
There was nothing strange in Tonya's manner of dress to warrant such a feeling in Beth. In fact, she looked quite stylishly causal. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that complimented her strikingly bold yet attractive features. She wore a billowy, long sleeved, blood red silk blouse and a pair of loose fitting designer gray slacks. Her mid-section was pulled in by a wide dark belt with a polished gold buckle. And on her feet was a pair of tastefully matching gray pumps.
Tonya began walking towards Beth and when Beth saw what she had in her hands Beth quickly lost any favorable feelings she had for the spider woman.
"These are only part of your uniform B. The rest will come later just before the party. No point risking getting them soiled or damaged while you are in your training period. Besides, you are going to need the extra time to get use to wearing these."
Beth's spirit sank when she saw and heard what Tonya had for her. The first article was a black corset contoured to match her figure with a slightly wider panel in the front than on the back or sides. And from the look of it, it seemed very stiff and unforgiving.
Tonya wrapped it around Beth's middle and fastened the hasps in front. She then began the tedious process of lacing it close. Beth had already become accustomed to wearing a corset for Katherine. So when Tonya was finished lacing her into this waist cinch, what she felt was nothing new to her. All be it, it was a little more constricting than usual.
"There you go sweetie. That should hold you, for now. As your serving wench training progresses, I will take the time to tighten your laces. You have a gap of some two to three inches that needs to be closed before the party begins. But don't worry your pretty little head about that. You will be so busy learning your new occupation that you will hardly know it's happening."
Beth took a shallow breath and sighed. With three more inches to go she wondered if she would be able to breathe let alone function at the party.
Tonya motioned for her to sit down as she picked up one of the shoes Beth was to wear. Beth's waist cinch was cutting so deeply into her that she was forced to maintain a straight-up sitting position. She knew once Tonya was finished lacing it closed, she would be totally unable to sit down again.
As Beth watched Tonya fit her feet inside the new shoes her concern about her corset shifted to her feet.
The shoes were not your average woman's fashionable high-heeled footwear. Oh they had style with their shiny patent leather and high, very high, heels, more so now than what she wore Katherine's prescribed office five inch ones. But they also looked to be more of a custom made item. For both shoes were really a pair of boots that laced up the front to a couple of inches above her ankles. They were also trimmed with white ruffled lace around the tops. Overall, they looked very torturous to walk in while at the same time they had an attractive dainty feminine element about them.
It took Tonya several minutes to fit and lace Beth's feet into the boots. And when she was finished, Beth felt her feet begin to go numb just from being so tightly encased in the foot stretching stilettos.
"Now let's see you walk in your new shoes B. Just remember, take small confident steps and you'll be all right."
Beth looked like a beginner in a circus high wire act. She had to use the chair as a crutch to get herself up and balanced on her heels. Her steps after that were very small indeed as her arms were waving about like flags on a windy day. She kept her head bent forward as her eyes focused on her feet and the tiny steps they were taking. It took her all of ten minutes to go a few feet, turn around and walk back again. When she did reach the chair, she quickly grasped the chair's back with both hands while she tried to remain balanced on her new shoes.
Beth smiled at Tonya. She was very proud of herself. The boots didn't seem to hurt her feet as much as she thought they would. The tight leather was molded to her entire foot so her body weight was distribute to her whole foot rather than just to her toes like her slut shoes did. And the numbness seemed to dwindle away as she exercised her feet walking in them.
Tonya returned Beth's smile, but hers lacked the exuberance that Beth's had. In fact, it was more of a token gesture than an outright sign of support for a job well done.
Tonya stepped up to Beth and held her affectionately around her nipped in waist. She looked into Beth's bewildered eyes as she gently twisted Beth from left to right.
"B, you know time is our enemy. We have a lot of work to do in what little time we have left. But I know, together, we can do this. YOU can do this B. I know it for a fact! But I need to train you as quickly as possible. Under normal conditions, I would be very supportive and provide a lot of positive reinforcement for you. But these are trying times and I must get you to a functioning level in only a few short hours.
Now, the only way that can happen is if I push you B. Push you, order you, force you, and if need be, punish you to get the necessary results that you, Katherine and I need to get. You must understand this B and accept what I need to do to get you there. You must not fight me B or try to get me to ease up on you. That will only delay your training and may even put the plan in jeopardy. I am an expert at this B and I know what you can bear better than you do. All I need from you is to follow my orders, quickly, and without question. If you do, I promise you success!
Can you do this B? Can you really be the well trained slave that you pretend to be and follow my lead like you do for Katherine? Can you B?"
Tonya inched her face closer to Beth's as her hand tenderly stroked the side of her face.
Beth was in awe after Tonya's little speech. It reminded her so much of Katherine and how she talked to her when things were about to get worse for her. Beth thought how similar and yet how different these two women were, almost as if... but her mind quickly turned to the choice at hand. Again, what choice did she have? To much time and effort had gone into this endeavor already, on Katherine and Tonya's part as well as her own. To stop now or to cause anything to happen that might cause a failure later would be too much to bear. Beth had to do what was expected of her. She had to let Tonya do what was necessary even if she thought or believed otherwise. She really had no choice. So in a quivering voice she answered back, "Ye... Yes, Ton... I mean... Mistress Tonya, slave B will do whatever needs to be done. Whatever you decide, or choose to do, I will obey."
"Oh your such a good sweet thing B. If Katherine were only here she would be so proud of her devoted slave girl right now."
Tonya then kissed Beth quickly on the lips.
Beth did not like the way Tonya referred to her as Katherine's devoted slave as if she really was. But then again, she thought it was just Tonya's way of immersing herself in her training role just like she had to do for her slave persona.
"Good! Now turn around with your back facing me."
Beth was about to ask why, but she remembered what she just agreed to and slowly minced around.
"Now, first item. Empty your head of all thoughts except one, to follow orders. It will go much better if you see yourself as an empty vessel ready to do what I tell you to do. Do you understand me slave?"
"Yes Mistress Tonya."
Beth felt her arms being pulled back and a leather strap wrapped around them just above the elbows.
"Second item. A proper serving wench walks with confidence in who and what she is. Be proud of being an owned piece of property, of being seen naked, submissive and as a simple sex object. This means you stand tall and walk with your shoulders back, chest out and eyes cast down. Remember, above all else, to keep your eyes looking down. Never, I mean NEVER, look at another person in the eye. Understand slave?"
Beth heard the words and it pained her to say yes to them, even more so than the physical pain of having her elbows pulled tightly together behind her back.
"Good! Now that you know it, it's time you showed it. The elbow strap is just temporary. The sooner you adopt the proper proud servile posture of a slave, the sooner I will remove the restraint. Let's start off with your feet further apart. That's it! This will allow you to balance yourself better in the beginning. As you gain more confidence in your ability to move around in your new heels, then you will move your legs closer together. Remember to keep your head up, torso erect, and eyes down. Good! Now begin your walk."
"But I might fal... ... AHHH!!!!"
Beth was just about to comment on something when she felt a hard sting on the fleshy part of her butt.
"I told you to obey me SLAVE! Slaves do what they are told. They are empty mindless vessels. They do not think. They do not ask questions. They have no wants, needs or desires other than what their owners tell them they have. And right now slave, you have nothing in that empty bald head of yours other than the words 'Yes or No Mistress Tonya'. Do you understand me slave?"
"Yes Mistress Tonya!"
Beth answered quickly in fear of another smack from Tonya's riding crop on her hurting rear end. Then she began walking the best she could in those towering heels while her upper arms were painfully fettered behind her. Her lower arms and hands were sticking out and fluttering around like a chicken in order to keep her balance.
"I said head up slave. And keep your arms still!"
"Yes Mistress Tonya"
"Eyes DOWN!"
"Yes Mistress Tonya"
"Did I tell you to rub your butt slave?"
"No Mistress Tonya"
"Your butt is a site for punishment. Punishment is negative reinforcement for wrong behavior. It is also a means of disciplining you so you can focus your efforts to perform correctly. You will never cover your butt to prevent me from disciplining you slave and you will never attempt to rub the pain away either. The pain is there to remind you to act correctly. Thus you should accept your pain and your punishment with joy for they are making you into a better slave. Do you understand me slave?"
"Yes Mistress Tonya"
Beth eyes began to glisten with tears caused not so much from the physical agony of being whipped, but from the shame and self loathing she felt in having to agree with Tonya. And in accepting this humiliating treatment as a positive learning experience in becoming a better slave.
"That's it slave! Keep walking. Push your chest out. You have wonderful breasts. Be proud to show then off in their complete nudity if that is what your Mistress desires. Keep your head up, eyes down, and SMILE! You are a serving wench and no one likes to see a slave serving drinks at a party with a sad face. So smile!"
"A bigger smile!"
"Yes Mistress Tonya"
Beth produced the biggest smile she could while trying to master her new shoes, her new posture and her new status as a complete non-human entity, the perfect obedient slave.
And so it went on for the rest of the morning. Tonya kept flip flopping from a warm caring seductress to a sharp no nonsense drill sergeant. A first rate trainer who wasn't shy in the least in chastising her chattel with a riding crop for any minute act of non-conformity. And Beth, she was adapting to her accelerated, deepening, slave role as best she could. Her bright red butt was a silent testament to her success.
Tonya had scheduled Beth's training into many short intense sessions of no more than twenty minutes, followed by a ten minute break. Beth was allowed to rest during this time and to sip some cool water provided by Tonya. But she had to do it while remaining in her slave role, which meant an erect proud posture, eyes cast down and never speaking unless spoken too first.
About mid morning Tonya removed the elbow restraint. Beth was desperately in need of a rubbing and a massaging of her aching arms, but she remembered what Tonya said about a slave being an empty vessel. So she just let them hang down at her sides, throbbing. A minute later Tonya said it was all right for her to rub her arms, and Beth did. Tonya also said that she should thank her for being allowed that favor, and again Beth did. Beth had just doubled her entire vocabulary from "Yes" and "No Mistress Tonya" to "Thank you Mistress Tonya" in only a few short minutes.
It was late morning when a serving tray and some drinks were added to Beth's training regimen. And when lunchtime came, Tonya had Beth walking about in her new heels like she was born with them on. She even had Beth maintaining her proud confident slave posture like it was second nature to her. And Tonya never caught Beth with her eyes turned in any direction but down again.
The two then took a quiet half hour for lunch. Since Tonya was only able to reduce the gap in Beth's corset to about half of what it was, Beth was only allowed a small cup of broth to drink. Anything more substantial, like the sandwich Tonya had, was completely out of the question.
After lunch, Tonya continued with Beth's training by emphasizing what she learned so far and then adding new material. Part of the new training entailed making Beth move more seductively. Tonya had her walk so her hips would roll and sway from side to side like a Saturday night hooker. She forced Beth to move her shoulders in sync with her gyrating hips while holding her serving tray level and still. This caused her breasts to quiver and gently move from side to side when she walked adding immensely to her slut appeal.
A large part of her added training was based on communication. There were going to be a good number of people she knew at the party besides her villainous boyfriend Paul. They would no doubt want to talk with Beth about her drastic change in character. So the content of what Beth was going to say to them would be extremely important.
Tonya gave Beth an opening greeting and other useful phrases to get her through those critical moments. All worded in such a way as to convince Paul, and everyone else, that she was truly the devoted lesbian bimbo sex slave of Mistress Katherine that she appeared to be.
Just like in the morning session, Tonya faithfully did her part to help Beth learn each and every line quickly. A learning curve made more steep through the use of her ever present riding crop.
By mid afternoon, Beth was a fully accomplished serving wench, of the lesbian bimbo slave girl persuasion. Her serving form was flawless. Her sluttish, mincing about gait was blatantly sexual. And her learned phases were presented without hesitation, regret or shame. Those emotions Beth kept well hidden deep inside of her.
To top it all off, Tonya was able to close the gap on Beth's corset. An act that forced Beth to breathe shallowly from the upper part of her chest, which was the cherry on top of her bimbo breast jiggling cake.
There was one more training element that Tonya decided to throw in just in case. Given Katherine's commanding presents at the party, it would therefore be highly unlikely for such an event to occur. But still, better to err on the side of safety than to risk being unprepared and letting the house of cards collapse around them. So Tonya decided to train Beth in what her response would be if some party attendee were to touch her.
When Tonya told Beth of this addition to her training, she remained unmoved. That is after Tonya used the crop on her rosy butt again when Beth's startled eyes rose up and met hers. Beth was horrified to hear that there was a good possibility that she might be physically played with at the party.
So Tonya played the devils advocate and began playing touchy feely with Beth. And Beth responded according to Tonya's verbal directions, and further use of the crop when she hesitated a bit too long in her dictated response.
According to Tonya, Beth was to respond as such;
- If someone was to poke, pinch or smack her on her butt, like Tonya continued to do, she was to respond with "Thank you Mistress or Master" which ever the case might be.
- If someone, like Tonya was joyfully doing, wanted to caress her breasts or rub their hands tenderly along the inside of Beth's thigh like so, then she was to stand her ground and allow them to do just that. She was also expected to add a little moan of pleasure in appreciation of being toyed with in such an arousing manner, even though she was on the verge of being humiliated to tears at the same time.
So the rest of Beth's training period was nothing but play time for Tonya. Time and time again, Tonya played the part of a different party member eager to engage in some sensuous contact with their willing serving sex toy. And poor Beth, with her serving tray in both hands and eyes cast down, was only allowed to respond like an animal in heat as she moaned, grunted, groaned and purred with cardinal delight, as her tortured soul slowly drowned in a lake of sorrow.
"Oh yes, I would definitely love to see Tonya out of my life forever", Beth said to herself still strapped immobile to the pole.
But in saying that, Beth felt a small sense of gratitude for all that Tonya did for her, be it as painful and humiliating as it was. For the training she did receive at Tonya's sexually probing and disciplined hands was just what she needed to successfully play her role as a sexy serving wench at the party. Especially where the last part was concerned.
Once again, Beth felt her relationship with Tonya was a bittersweet one, and one that she would quickly let dissolve into obscurity once she was safe and sound in California.