by Cress, Rynna
“How is that, Zoe?” Clare asked.
“It’s…” Zoe didn’t know how to put into words what she was feeling. Instead, she leaned in, kissing Clare, a soft, slow, tender kiss. Finally, she pulled back, the two of them locking eyes.
“I understand,” Clare finally said.
Clare went on to chain Zoe’s collar to a small ring in the wall just above the bed’s headboard. “There,” she said. “Now, I don’t have to worry about you going anywhere.”
“No,” Zoe replied, whispering into her ear, “you don’t.”
Clare beamed, thankful the darkness of the room hid the fact that she was blushing. She wrapped her arms around Zoe, spooning her from behind, holding her close.
“Now rest,” she whispered, “you have no idea what you’re in store for tomorrow.”
Zoe quivered at the words, and at the feel of Clare’s breath on the back of her neck. Soon, she was asleep, a content smile on her face, her mind racing with intoxicating dreams of what could possibly be yet to come...
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Almost an hour later, Clare lingered awake, watching her girl rest. Finally, when she was sure that Zoe was sound asleep, she quietly rose from the bed, pulled on her bathrobe, and exited the bedroom, stopping briefly in the doorway to turn and make sure that Zoe hadn’t stirred.
She crept out into the darkness of the living room, taking a seat at her desk and opening her laptop, the harsh white light illuminating her pained face. Opening her email, she softly began typing a new message:
You were right about the girl - have successfully begun breaking her in. Will bring her to you tomorrow to begin her training immediately.
-c
She paused, hesitating briefly, then clicked, “Send.” After a few moments, she quietly and calmly closed the laptop, and crept back to bed, where Zoe remained fast asleep, blissfully unaware of what was in store for her in the coming day…
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part 3
“Wake up, Zoe…”
Zoe opened her eyes, squinting at the bright morning light pouring in through the windows. For a few moments, she lay there confused – where was she? This wasn’t her dirty mattress in the basement of the abandoned warehouse…
Then, in a flash, the events of the last evening came flooding back to her – Clare, the beautiful woman who had taken her in, seduced her, dominated her, fucked her… Fuck, she thought to herself… this really happened…
She looked across the room, where Clare stood, wearing only her bathrobe, smiling at her. Zoe started to sit up in bed, but quickly remembered her collar – she was chained to the wall.
“Here,” Clare said, moving to the side of the bed and removing a key that hung around her neck, between her two round, delicate-looking breasts. Using it, she unlocked the chain connecting Zoe’s collar to the wall, freeing her to sit up.
“We’re meeting my friend at his studio in a few hours,” Clare told her. “I thought you might like some breakfast first.”
Zoe smiled, reaching out and taking Clare’s hand.
“I never got to thank you,” she said, looking up at Clare with grateful eyes. “Last night was one of the most incredible nights of my life.”
Clare smiled, avoiding Zoe’s gaze, embarrassed to find herself blushing. “I enjoyed it as well,” she said softly. Zoe almost detected something sad in Clare’s voice, but she couldn’t quite place it for sure.
“Is everything all right?” Zoe asked. Clare quickly nodded yes, letting out a soft, pleased gasp as Zoe slowly and playfully began running her tongue across her fingers.
“Such a good little girl,” Clare said. “So insatiable.”
Zoe grinned before taking two of Clare’s fingers into her mouth, sucking them gently. Clare curled them up against the roof of Zoe’s mouth, pulling her up to her feet, amazed at how perfectly the girl was taking to her new role as a submissive pet. Clare reached around, squeezing Zoe’s ass and pulling her in close, sliding her fingers in and out of her mouth, gazing deep into her eyes.
“Spread your legs, girl,” she whispered.
Zoe complied, widening her stance, allowing Clare to lower her wet fingers down between her legs, where they quickly began tracing their way up and down her slit. Zoe closed her eyes, biting her lips and purring at Clare’s touch.
Then, with a slowness that was maddening to Zoe, Clare began working her fingers up inside of her, fingering her increasingly wet pussy. She curled her fingers, applying pressure to the g-spot, eliciting a sharp, sudden moan from Zoe, who wrapped her arms around Clare’s neck and held her close.
“So insatiable,” Clare repeated, whispering into Zoe’s ear and then running her tongue over it. Zoe shuddered at the sensation, murmuring back,
“Insatiable for you, Clare.”
Clare let out a long sigh, which Zoe interpreted as a happy moan. But Zoe couldn’t see the conflicted look on Clare’s face, there for only a few moments before she returned her attention to fingering her pet.
“Lie down,” Clare commanded, helping guide Zoe back onto the bed, her legs spread. Clare climbed next to her, fingering her faster now, deeper. She leaned over Zoe’s breasts, taking a nipple between her lips, sucking gently and tracking her tongue across the tip. As Zoe, ever-responsive, began gasping with delight, Clare bit down, just below the piercing, giving the nipple a sharp, sudden tug. Zoe shrieked, the sharp pain swirling with the intense pleasure of Clare’s fingers probing deeper inside of her, an addictive overload of sensations.
“I want you to cum for me, Zoe,” Clare said calmly, her fingers playing Zoe’s pussy like a finely tuned instrument. “Can you do that?”
“Yes, Clare, yes,” Zoe moaned out, “Just please don’t stop.”
Clare had no intention of stopping, and began aiming directly for Zoe’s g-spot, hitting it with each and every thrust of her wrist, all while simultaneously thumbing Zoe’s swollen, throbbing clit. Zoe’s moans grew louder and louder, until finally, she began to orgasm. Clare hit her g-spot one final time, folding her fingers hard against the sensitive inner front wall of Zoe’s cunt, then expertly slid them out in one quick motion.
As she did, Zoe squirted a thick, soaking spray that flew nearly two feet, splashing onto the floor beside Clare’s bed.
Clare was delighted. “I thought you might be a squirter!” She exclaimed, an eager smile across her face. Zoe gasped, looking down at herself, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
“I… I’ve never done that before,” she explained. Clare could only smile at her adorable little plaything, a girl full of surprises.
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Rinsing herself off in the shower, Zoe reflected back on the events of the past 24 hours, the journey she had embarked upon with this woman. It seemed crazy that just yesterday she was sleeping alone in a dark, filthy warehouse basement, completely independent of anyone or anything. She thought about how much she had enjoyed eating Clare’s pussy the night before, and, much to her surprise, her ass as well. Could it really be that just 24 hours ago, she honestly believed that she had no desire to taste another woman, to touch her, to submit to her? Her latent sexual cravings had been awakened, and she was grateful – she felt as if Clare had set something within her free. What was more, in just a few, short hours, she would be laying down tracks in a recording studio – a huge step towards achieving her dreams as a musician. And none of this would have been possible if she and Clare hadn’t crossed paths on that street corner in Santa Monica.
Zoe toweled herself off and looked at herself in the mirror, her naked body glistening with moisture, her erect nipples, her thin, fine patch of soft pubic hair... but her gaze kept returning to the collar. Something about it seemed to put her fully in touch with her own submissive nature – a constant, ever-present reminder of her role. She liked how tight it fit around her neck, as if any moment, it could constrict and bring her to her knees.
A thought struck Zoe, though – what had happened to her clothing? Clare had taken it to be wa
shed the previous day, and that was the last she had seen of it. She opened the door, poking her head out and calling for Clare, who soon came.
“May I ask where my clothes are?”
Clare just smiled blankly for a few moments, before finally answering, “In my house, your collar is the only clothing you’re permitted to wear. So no, you may not ask where your clothes are. When the time comes for you to leave, I’ll have you dressed.”
Zoe fought the urge to object, reminding herself that Clare was in charge. As quick a learner as she was when it came to submission, there were still bound to be some growing pains, she reasoned. This was, after all, a completely new world to her.
“Now,” Clare continued, “Come join me in the kitchen for breakfast.”
“Yes, Clare.”
Zoe followed her into the kitchen, where a single place setting was laid out at a high table in the corner. Clare took her seat, then looked over to Zoe.
“On the floor. Now.”
Zoe had been looking forward to sharing a meal with Clare, so this command came as something of a disappointment, or at least a surprise. Was this really what this life was going to entail? Complete and constant degradation and humiliation?
“I said get on the floor, slut,” Clare barked, her tone sharpening. Zoe quickly lowered herself onto her hands and knees, looking up at Clare for further guidance.
“Over here,” Clare snapped, “At my feet.” She watched as Zoe crawled over to her place under the table, shaking her head as she arrived, “You have so much to learn, don’t you, slut?”
“…Yes, Clare,” Zoe said meekly, “I suppose I do…”
Clare began picking at the food on her plate – ham, eggs, and toast, with a tall glass of orange juice. “You will eat whatever leftovers I don’t want to eat, or whatever I am generous enough to offer you to eat,” Clare explained between bites. “You will eat off of the floor I walk on, unless you earn the privilege of eating your food from a dish. Do you understand?”
Under the table, Zoe was having a hard time grasping this. She had quickly come to understand submission as it pertained to sex, but she simply hadn’t realized that it would extend to everyday life as well, at least not to this extent.
“I understand what you want, Clare,” Zoe finally answered, “But I am not sure if I understand why you want it.”
“Why is irrelevant,” Clare snapped. “I don’t need to explain myself to you. I tell you what I want from you, and you give it to me. End of story. Understood?”
Zoe pouted. She trusted Clare, and was willing to follow her lead, but she hated not understanding her. Zoe was curious by nature, and resisted being forced to accept something which she didn’t fully comprehend. But she had agreed to follow Clare’s rules, so all she could say was:
“Yes, Clare, I understand.”
“Good girl,” Clare said, tossing a scrap of ham to the floor. Zoe stared at it for a moment before gingerly picking it up with her mouth and eating it. Clare watched, happy to see her pet remembering not to use her hands – she had worried that she might have needed to tie them up again as a reminder.
“Very good girl,” Clare said, as she casually poured some of her orange juice onto the floor beside Zoe, letting it splatter into a messy orange puddle. She looked down at Zoe, sensing her hesitation, and gave her ass a firm kick.
“Go on – lick it up, before it gets sticky.”
Zoe whimpered, feeling dehumanized, and lowered her face into the mess, lapping it up, one slow lick at a time. When she finished, she moved next to Clare, looking up at her for approval.
Clare reached down and slapped her across the face, hard. “When I feed my pet, I expect it to thank me.” Zoe rubbed at her cheek, looking up at Clare with sad eyes. Was this the same woman who tenderly held her as she slept the night before?
“I’m sorry, Clare,” she managed to say, “Thank you for the ham and the orange juice.”
Clare could read Zoe’s displeasure. “Is there something you want to say to me, slut?” She asked.
Keep your mouth shut, Zoe told herself, don’t say anything…
“I’m sorry, Clare,” she started, unable to help herself, “I just think I was enjoying this a lot more last night, and this morning… in the bedroom…”
Clare dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, then set it down. “I see,” she finally said, using a deadly calm voice that Zoe found terrifying. “So it’s all about you, then?”
“No…” Zoe tried to explain.
“…It’s all about orgasms and getting spanked and getting fucked?”
“No, no! That’s not…”
“Be quiet.”
Zoe grew silent, lowering her eyes to the floor, knowing that she had made a big mistake.
“Look at me.”
Zoe slowly looked up, fear painted across her face.
“On the one hand,” Clare began, “I recognize that you are very new to all of this, and that it is my job to train you, to modify your behavior. Perhaps I’ve been too lax.” She stood from her seat, walking out of the room, leaving Zoe alone and anxious for a few moments.
“But on the other hand,” she said, returning to the kitchen, brandishing a thick leather belt in her hands, walking at a slow, dangerously calm pace towards Zoe, “the rules are very, very simple. I do what I want, and you do what I say. No questions. Only trust.”
Zoe cowered on under the table, watching with terror as Clare approached. Finally, Clare was directly in front of her. “Stop cowering under that table,” she said, emotionless.
Slowly, reluctantly, Zoe crept out, kneeling in front of Clare, fearing the wrath of her mistress. Clare crouched down, eye to eye with her pet.
“Do you still trust me, Zoe?” she asked.
Zoe took a breath before answering, “Yes, Clare.”
“Good. Open your mouth.”
Zoe obeyed, and Clare placed the belt into her mouth.
“Now go into the living room and await your punishment while I finish my breakfast.”
Zoe whined softly through the belt in her mouth as she began crawling away, hoping that a sore ass was all she had to fear.
It wasn’t.
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Zoe knelt on all fours in the center of the living room, the belt still hanging from the sides of her mouth. She shivered, even though it wasn’t cold, her body experiencing a visceral reaction to the anxiety of waiting for Clare’s punishment.
Clare had finished her breakfast, but was still in the kitchen, talking on her cell phone. Zoe strained to listen, but couldn’t make out the conversation, although at one point she could have sworn she heard Clare mention her name. Finally, after what seemed to Zoe like hours of waiting, Clare entered, gazing down at her frightened, obedient pet.
“I just spoke with my friend at the recording studio,” she said, “and let him know that you and I would be running a little late to your session. Thankfully for you, he’s feeling a great deal more patient than I am today.”
Zoe silently watched as Clare approached, then took the belt from her mouth.
“Face on the floor, ass in the air, knees spread apart,” she commanded. “Now.”
Zoe complied, her ass and pussy exposed and vulnerable to Clare’s sadistic desires. She bit her lip as Clare moved out of view behind her, knowing that she was in for a world of pain.
“I have taken you in,” Clare began, her voice low and threatening, “I’ve offered you your dreams. I’ve opened your mind and your body to feelings you didn’t even know existed less than twenty-four hours ago. And now, when I try and feed you, I receive no gratitude. Instead, you question me.”
Zoe felt the tip of the belt slowly grazing across her ass cheeks, as Clare playfully dangled it behind her.
“What do you think I should do with you?” Clare asked.
Zoe cringed, not knowing what to say, and definitely not wanting to upset her mistress further. “I… I don’t know,” she finally answered, her voice trembling.
“Exactly. You,” WHACK! “Don’t.” WHACK! “Know.” WHACK!
Tears rolled down Zoe’s face, as the excruciating pain surged through her body.
“You don’t know what’s best for you,” Clare snapped, “I do.” WHACK! “That’s why you put your complete trust in me.” WHACK! “That’s why you submit to me.” WHACK! “That’s how this fucking works.”
“I’m sorry, Clare!” Zoe blurted out through a sob, only to receive another razor sharp WHACK! in response, one so hard she felt her knees begin to buckle beneath her.
“Sorry is a start,” Clare said, “but what I need is for you to be a good girl. It’s all I ask of you. And being a good girl means not.” WHACK! “Questioning.” WHACK! “My.” WHACK! “Methods.” WHACK!
Zoe was bawling now from the searing pain. She could already feel the welts rising across her delicate ass, and could only wonder hopelessly if Clare had broken her skin.
Clare looked down at her sobbing girl, beaten and battered beneath her, then tossed the belt onto the floor beside her head. “Now, I want to believe that you’ve learned your lesson,” she began, starting to undo her pants as she spoke. “I want to believe that next time, you’ll actually appreciate whatever scraps of food I so generously offer to share with you.” She pushed her pants and thong underwear down her legs and over her heels, stepping out of them.
“But I have to be absolutely certain that you understand how lucky you are,” she said, “because apparently, adjusting to your new life is proving more difficult for you than I had expected.”
“Turn over,” Clare said, “onto your back.”
Zoe obeyed, moving slowly, still reeling from the ache of Clare’s beating. She cringed as she felt her ass against the cold, hard tile, her skin still burning with pain. She looked at Clare standing above her, looking down at her, no idea of what to expect. She could only hope it wouldn’t be as savage as the belt had been.