Somehow I Don’t Think They’ll Mind
“Over my knee, Jenny.”
“Oh, please, Mrs. Jacobson,” Jennifer wailed, “please don’t. Please, what did I do wrong?”
“Who says I have to have a reason, Jen?”
“But…”
“Over my knee! Now!”
She was sobbing but six months of training took over. She lay across my lap and pushed her naked bottom up. I caressed it lightly.
“Do you like being my little slave girl, Jenny?” I asked bring my hand down sharply on her rear.
“Ow…yes, Mrs. Jacobson.”
“Do you like serving me?” I whispered, punctuating my sentence with another stinging blow to her reddening ass.
“Oh, yes, Miss, yes but…”
“But what, Jenny-girl?” I purred.
“Please don’t punish me any more, please.”
“But you need to be punished sometimes, don’t you, girl?”
Another rapids series of swats to her globes had them fiery red. I was panting and not just from the exertion of spanking her. I was going to have to let her do what she did best very soon.
“I need to…SLAP…keep you…SLAP…in line…SLAP…don’t I, Jennifer?”
“Ow, please…please…no more, please,” she begged, crying freely now. “I’ll do whatever you want me too but please stop.”
I pushed the crying girl off of my lap and gently guided her tearstained face in between my legs.
“Make it nice for me, Jenny,” I urged and leaned back to enjoy her tongue.
I let her bring me to three delicious orgasms before finally pushing her away.
“Bring me a drink,” I demanded.
“What about me, Miss?” she whined.
“Jenny, you know you only get one orgasm a month and then only if you’ve been good. Now get me my drink!”
She walked off to the kitchen and I could see from her body language that she was pouting. It gave me a huge rush to know that I had that much power over another human being. I settled back in the couch and waited for my drink.
* * *
I woke up suffocating. Something was covering my mouth and making it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and Jennifer was looking down at me with an evil smile on her lips. Her pussy was mashed into my face.
“Lick, Mabel,” she said sweetly.
I struggled to get free but my hands seemed to be cuffed behind me and my legs were also immobilized. In addition, my clothing had been removed. I could feel a soft breeze on my cunt.
“What the hell?” I thought.
“Lick me, god damn it,” Jennifer said more forcefully.
“Fuck you,” I mumbled into her cunt.
She swung the riding crop in her right hand and it hit my exposed crotch. I screamed into her slit.
“Or scream instead,” she gushed and brought the whip down several more times.
I did a tattoo of screaming into her pussy every time the crop came down and she had massive multiple orgasms on my face. I managed to suck in tiny gulps of air during her bucking. Eventually she collapsed and rolled off.
“I drugged your drink,” she said as she was recovering.
I had already figured that out. I wondered why it had taken six months for her to think of it. I turned to look at her.
“Let me go, Jennifer, and I’ll forget this happened,” I said pleasantly.
“Mabel, are you stupid?”
“Jennifer, you are my slave and if you don’t stop this foolishness right now you are going to be very sorry.”
“You are stupid,” she said flatly.
“Jennifer…”
“Look, Mabel,” she sneered, “things have changed. Your life has changed and the sooner you accept it the easier it will be for you.”
“Easier?’
“Remember how you locked me in the trunk and left me there for two days?” she asked.
“You defied me, Jennifer,” I said mildly. “I had to teach you a lesson.”
“Well now it’s my turn to teach you some lessons, isn’t it?”
“Jennifer, you are my slave and this is going to cost you.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake, Mabel, you are starting to piss me off.”
“Am I?”
“Mabel, I am going to break you,” she hissed.
“I’d like that.”
“What? Are you being cute with me, Mabel?”
“No, Jennifer,” I said
“Do you remember what you used to tell me when I got cute with you?” she asked.
“Not really,” I said.
“That you’d teach me respect.”
“Oh, and did I?”
“You tried.”
I thought about that. I guess I had tried to tame her. I’d whipped her and confined her and kept her hand away from her bud. It didn’t seem as if it had worked. My pussy was wet thinking of the possibilities.
“So, are you going to teach me respect, Jenny?” I asked coquettishly.
“Starting with the fact that you will learn to address me properly, Mabel,” she said haughtily.
“How would you like to be addressed, slave?” I asked.
She went ballistic. She shoved me off of the couch and turned me over so that she could get at my ass. I stuck it up so she could whip it and she obliged me by blistering it with the crop.
“You stupid cow,” she screamed. “You will learn or I will whip you until you bleed.”
She kept it up until I was screaming and begging for her to stop. My ass felt like it was on fire. I was so turned on all I could think of was somehow getting my clit close to something to rub it on.
“You will call me Mistress,” she said. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I blubbered.
She had convinced me that she would really hurt me. I wanted her to stop and I wanted my hands free so that I could soothe the ache that was a hard knot between my legs. She noticed.
“Why you little slut,” she growled. “I can’t believe it! You’re dripping wet!”
“Mistress, please…”
“Do you remember how often you let me cum, you little cow?” she said coldly.
“Mistress, I’m sorry. Perhaps I should have…”
“Yes, perhaps you should have,” she said, “but you didn’t, did you?”
“But…”
“Now that I’m in charge you will see how it feels to be kept frustrated,” she said. “I think once every three months should do just nicely.”
“Oh, noooooooo, please, Mistress, not three months,” I begged. “Please I’ll die.”
“Three months and then only if you’ve been a good girl,” she laughed.
* * *
The next few months were worse than I had ever treated her. She kept me chained up in the basement when she didn’t need me and she kept me in a constant state of arousal when she did. She made me do hundreds of degrading and disgusting things. She relished her power over me and whipped me at the slightest provocation. I was in heaven.
The end of my blissful existence as the slave of this young beautiful stern mistress came about by accident. I had just finished servicing one of her friends and was serving as their table while they talked.
“She’s very well trained, isn’t she?” her friend Madeline said.
“Thank you,” Jenny gloated. “It’s been a pleasure taming the old cow.”
“Have you ever thought of selling her?”
“Selling her?” Jenny asked with excitement.
“Yes, there is a very good market for slaves.”
“Really?”
“Yes, even a middle aged cunt like this one will bring several hundred thousand dollars.”
“Several hundred thousand?”
“I’ll give you a number to call,” Madeline said.
I went frigid with the thought. I knew the outfit she had in mind and those people were animals. I had to convince my owner that I was worth more as her slave. A willing foil to use to
take care of all of her little twisted desires. I waited until Madeline left and we were alone.
“Mistress, please don’t sell me,” I blurted out.
“Who gave you permission to speak?” she said coldly.
“Please, Mistress, please, I’ll do anything.”
“You stupid bitch,” she sneered. “You’ll do anything I want anyway. You’re my slave.”
“But…
“Get me the carpet beater,” she demanded.
I got the hated thing and she spent the next hour raising welts on my ass. Then she had me lick her to four orgasms. I worked especially hard to plant the seed in her mind of the pleasures that she would be giving up if she sold me.
* * *
Three weeks later I could tell something was different. When she dragged me from the basement for my morning worship session she was too cheerful. Something was up and a kernel of dread took root in my stomach. After I had put out her raging fire she pushed me away and smiled at me.
“Play with yourself, cow,” she said.
“What…?” I quavered.
“I’m giving you one last chance for an orgasm,” she said.
“One last chance, Mistress?”
“Yes and you’d best get started before I change my mind.”
My hand was a blur on my pussy. After more than three months of denial it only took a minute and I was writhing on the floor in my own personal version of heaven.
“My my, we needed that, didn’t we?” she laughed as my vision cleared.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I said politely.
“I hope that lasts you, cow,” she giggled. “Because where you’re going they don’t ever allow slaves to have relief.”
My world fell apart. She had sold me. I thought we had a great relationship. I was a perfect slave for her. It didn’t make sense.
“Why, Mistress?”
“Because they made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse,” she said.
“But I thought…”
“That I was so addicted to degrading you and using you for my own pleasure that I couldn’t give you up?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She looked at me fondly. I could see just a tinge of regret in her eyes. Maybe I could change her mind.
“Mistress, isn’t there anything I can do or say to change your mind?” I asked.
I watched the regret harden into resolve. Her eyes narrowed and her smile turned cruel. My fate was sealed and thus hers.
“No, slave,” she said frigidly, “nothing is changing my mind. Now I need to get you ready as they will be here in thirty minutes.”
I shook my head and started to cry but her hard look never softened.
“Gag yourself,” she said.
I picked up the ball gag, put it in my mouth and buckled it behind my head. My tears were running freely down my cheeks.
“Cuff your hands behind you,” she demanded.
I snapped one handcuff on my right wrist, put my hands behind me and cuffed my left. I was helpless and kneeling on the floor in front of the mistress that I had come to love and all I could see in her eyes was ice. She really meant to sell me. I was saddened as I looked at her. I nodded vigorously to get her attention and then wiggled my head to indicate that I had something to say.
“I don’t want to hear your begging, cow,” she said crossly.
I shook my head.
“You aren’t going to beg?”
I shook it again.
“What then? You have something important to say?”
I nodded.
“All right then,” she said, “but if you beg I’m going to put the nipple clamps on and tell them you want them to be permanent.”
She unbuckled the gag and I spit it out on the floor.
“Jennifer, do you have any idea how badly they treat slaves where you plan to send me?”
“God damn it, its Mistress not Jennifer, and I thought you weren’t going to beg.”
“I’m not begging, Jennifer, I just want to know if you realize…”
“That they will lend you out to sickos who will torture and maim you?”
“Yes.”
“And that they will force you to do things so much worse than anything I made you do that it would turn my stomach?”
“Yes, Jennifer.”
“I guess that’s payback for what you did to me.”
“Payback?”
“Yes.”
“Jennifer,” I asked calmly, “would you like it if I sent you there?”
“Of course not but then I’m not the slave,” she scoffed.
“One last chance, Jen,” I pleaded, “please change your mind.”
“You stupid cow!” she exclaimed and picked up the ball gag.
“Takamungo,” I said softly
She stopped.
“Take off my cuffs,” I said sweetly.
She removed my cuffs and stood waiting for further orders. I stood up and stretched. I went off to the bedroom and found some of my clothing that she hadn’t thrown out yet, dressed and returned to the living room.
“Gag yourself,” I ordered.
She put the gag in her mouth and buckled it behind her head.
“Cuff your wrists behind you and kneel,” I said.
When she was cuffed and on her knees before me I knelt down beside her and kissed her cheek.
“Marikumbo,” I said.
She snapped out of the trance and glared at me. There was fire coming out of her eyes. I kissed her lightly again.
“Jennifer, we had a good thing going,” I said. “I loved being your slave. Why did you have to fuck it up?”
She mumbled something through her gag and started shaking her head. I looked at this beauty that I loved and was sending off to a living hell. I waited for my heart to soften, to tell me to keep her but I knew it would never be the same again. Like Humpty-Dumpty our relationship could never be put together again. I had just started crying when I heard the doorbell.
“They are here to collect you, Jen,” I whispered.
She whimpered.
“Of course they are expecting a middle aged slightly overweight cow and instead they are going to get a twenty-five year old hard body, aren’t they?”
She was crying and pleading with me through her gag. I hardened my heart and wiped away my tears.
“Somehow I don’t think they’ll mind,” I said and walked to the door.
I’ll Do Anything
“Pam!”
I turned around and standing behind me was my ex-girlfriend. Six months of living without her had done nothing to change my feelings. I still wanted her.
“L…Laura,” I stammered, “how are you?”
“I’m great, Pam, and you?”
I wanted to tell her that I was great, that I had gotten on with my life, to say that I was over her but the words stuck in my throat. They would have been a lie anyway. I would have done anything to be with her.
“I…”
“Pammy,” she laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on me?”
I didn’t trust myself to speak. I nodded.
“Oh, Pammy, that’s so sweet,” she giggled. “Sometimes I kind of miss you too...”
Miss me? I didn’t dare hope. She had left me for my best friend Nancy who I had shared almost everything with until she had stolen my lover. I hadn’t taken it lying down. I had ruined the bitch’s life. She still had Laura but she was the walking dead as far as anyone in our circle of friends. Surely she and Laura were still together. I had to know.
“How’s Nancy?” I asked.
“Still angry at you,” she said. “What you did to her was cruel. You’d better hope that you never find yourself in a position where she can get back at you.”
“The bitch deserved it for what she did,” I said hotly.
“You and I were through, Pam,” Laura said coldly. “You didn’t need to be so heartless.”
“I’d do it again and you can tell her so.”
“I would but she’s gone right now,” she said cryptically.
“So you’re alone?” I asked eagerly.
“Right now.”
“Laura…”
“What, Pammy?”
“I… I still love you,” I choked out. “Isn’t there any way we can…”
“Pam, I don’t feel that way about you anymore.”
“But you said that you missed me sometimes.”
“I do,” she said. “I miss…”
“Yes?”
“I miss having you around to do those special things for me that you used to do.”
“Oh, Laura, I could still do them.”
“I would like that but…”
“But what, Laura?”
“It wouldn’t be the same,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I don’t love you anymore, Pam. I wouldn’t reciprocate.”
I thought about what she was saying. It sounded as if she might be willing to have me back if I would come on her terms. I was positive that if I could be around her I could make her love me. I would make her remember why we were so good together.
“I’m willing to live with you on any terms that you want,” I said.
“What?”
“You said you miss the things I used to do for you,” I reminded her. “I’m willing to be whatever you want me to be and do whatever you want me to do.”
She looked at me for the longest time. A cruel little smile played around her lips but I ignored it. All I saw was the beautiful girl I was deeply in love with that was maybe going to give me a chance to show her how much I loved her.
“It won’t be like it was when we were lovers,” she said.
“I understand.”
“I will expect you to be completely focused on my needs and pleasure without regard to your own.”
“I can do that, Laura,” I said excitedly.
“Your only job will be to make sure that I am happy.”
“I want to do it,” I said willingly.
“You will live with me.”
“Yes.”
“You will have to dress however I want you to.”
“Ok.”
“If you disappoint me I will punish you.”
“Punish me?” I asked. “But…”
“That’s not negotiable, Pammy. We won’t be lovers anymore. I won’t have to forgive your mistakes. I will punish you so that you learn to do what I want correctly. Do you understand?”
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