Forced into Submission

by Lorna Snowdon

  “But, Laura…”

  “I thought you wanted this?”

  “I do but, punish me?” I asked plaintively.

  “Only if you make it necessary, Pammy,” she said.

  I didn’t like that part of it but I wanted desperately to be close to her again. With Nancy gone right now, perhaps for good, it would give me the perfect opportunity to show Laura how much she wanted me. To show her how good I could be for her and how great we could be together.

  “Tell me what to do,” I said.

  “Go home, pack all of your things, put them in storage, give notice at your apartment and show up at my place tomorrow,” she said.

  “But…Laura…I’ll need my things, my clothes and…my place…”

  “Pam,” she snapped, “you are going to have to learn to obey me if this is going to work. You won’t need your place as you will be living with me. You won’t need any of your things as I plan to provide everything you will need. I will expect you at ten tomorrow. If you don’t show I’ll understand that all of this talk about loving me was just bullshit.”

  “Laura, I love you.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then be here tomorrow at ten,” she said turning away from me.

  * * *

  It took all of the rest of that day and most of the night to pack and move everything. I didn’t let my mind dwell on the upheaval that this was causing nor the curiosity of why I couldn’t bring any of my things. I just pushed forward at warp speed to get everything done so that I wouldn’t be late and start off on the wrong foot. At precisely ten I parked my car and rang her bell.

  “Did you do everything I asked, Pammy?” were her first words when she opened the door.

  “Yes.”

  “I prefer, yes, Miss,” she said coldly.

  “Yes…Miss,” I said.

  “Give me your keys,” she said holding out her hand.

  “But, Laura, I…”

  She slapped my face and held her hand out again. I dropped my car keys in it.

  “Do you want this to work, Pammy?”

  “Yes…Miss,” I stammered.

  “You’re not acting like it,” she said. “I expect you to be polite and obedient.”

  “Yes, Miss.”

  “Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

  “My clothes?”

  “You won’t be wearing clothes in this house,” she said.

  “No clothes?” I quavered.

  “No, I like looking at your body.”

  “Ooooh,” I thought, removing my clothes. “I like the sound of that!”

  “Besides,” she added, taking my clothes from me, “I want you vulnerable. Now get down on your knees. I don’t want you to ever stand in my presence.”

  “My knees?” I asked, totally perplexed.

  “Your hands and knees actually,” she said.

  “My hands and knees?” I repeated. “I don’t understand.”

  “Pammy, would you like to call this off?”

  “Oh, no, please…Miss…Miss Laura, please, I want to be near you.”

  “Because if you do,” she continued as if I hadn’t spoken, “I want you out of here right now.”

  “Please, Miss,” I begged. “I want to stay.”

  “Are you sure, Pammy?”

  “Yes.”

  “You won’t get another chance.”

  “I…”

  “To leave I mean,” she said coldly. “If you don’t leave now I don’t intend to ever let you go.”

  I wanted to be with her but never leave? I didn’t understand what she meant. I opened my mouth to ask but I didn’t want to risk not being near her. I closed my mouth.

  “No more talking, Pammy,” she said. “You’re mine now.”

  Hers! That shot a thrill that started at my crotch and made me shiver. I was almost wagging my ass I was so happy. I just knew this was going to work!

  “Come here, Pammy,” she said sitting on the couch and spreading her legs. “I need some relaxation before you meet your new owner.”

  The words ‘new owner’ flitted through my brain causing a twinge of fear but the sight of her pussy peeking out from under her dress overwhelmed it. I gladly moved between her legs to show her why she needed me. As my tongue made contact with the moist heaven of her cunt her body stiffened and her hands found the back of my head. I was awash in a heaven that I had thought was forever lost to me.

  * * *

  I was very frustrated when she pushed me away an hour later. Always in the past we had made it good for each other. I knew that she said that me coming back was going to be all one sided but I had thought that at least she’d let me relieve my own frustration. She hadn’t. In fact when I had tried to touch myself after her second orgasm she had gotten very angry and put a nipple clamp on my right nipple to ‘get my attention’.

  Still I was happy to be with her and figured that I could do something about my frustration later. I sat back and watched her recover.

  “You always were good at that,” Laura purred. “Your new owner is going to love you.”

  “My new owner? What was she talking about?”

  “Put this on, Pammy,” she said handing me a pink collar.

  I looked at her. She wanted me to wear a pink doggie collar?

  “Hurry,” she said.

  I buckled it around my neck. My cheeks were blushing the same color as the collar. I hung my head.

  “And now these,” she said, helping me into mitts that made my hands useless.

  “Lovely,” she said clapping her hands. “Now come with me.”

  She snapped a leash on the collar and led me into one of the downstairs bedrooms. It had been completely redone since I had lived here with her. It was now bare of furniture except for an easy chair and a human sized doggie bed. In the wall was a low pet door that led to the outside. She hooked my leash on a ring set in the wall.

  “Stay, girl,” she said and left the room.

  I looked around again and it finally dawned on me what she intended. I stood up and tried to unhook the leash so that I could leave but my hands were two unusable blobs on the end of my arms. It was a simple clip but I couldn’t undo it. I was trapped. I heard the door open behind me and quickly dropped to all fours. Laura was framed in the doorway and there was someone standing behind her.

  “Here you are, Nancy,” Laura said, moving to the side, “just as I promised, your very own puppy.”

  “Nancy? Nancy’s here? I thought she was…”

  I was stunned when Nancy stepped through the doorway. She looked down at me with one of the most evil yet happy grins I had ever seen.

  “Pammy,” Nancy said. “I am going to have so much fun having you as my puppy! So much time to train you to do every little thing I want, just the way I want it.”

  I couldn’t help it. I started whimpering.

  Trolling for Toys

  It had been a very unproductive evening and I was frustrated. I had been trolling for a new toy. Some sweet young thing I could take home to use and abuse. Someone who wouldn’t know how bad their life had become until I had them trussed up on my bed, head between my legs, licking my pussy while I spurred them on with my whip. Someone to be my little slave slut until I got tired of them. The night so far had been a bust because all I kept running across were toys I had used up or ones I didn’t want. It was close to closing when I stepped into “The Saxony” and ordered my fifth drink of the night. That I was even in the place was a measure of my frustration because it was a high society bar and I was never attracted to the type of snooty woman who came in here.

  I hadn’t even turned from the bar when I felt her. Like a tractor beam from some cheap science-fiction movie her aura latched on to me and I could feel the tingle start in my crotch and radiate like a niacin flush throughout my entire body. My nipples hardened into points that threatened to break through my flimsy top. I whirled around and my vision closed down to a pinpoint centered on a waif-
like creature standing across the room with three other girls. I stepped away from the bar and walked across the room to stand behind her. I was contemplating my opening line when she turned around and put her face inches from mine and kissed me full on the lips.

  “Surprised, Margret?” she asked, her lips still brushing mine.

  Surprised didn’t come close. I didn’t think she knew I was in the room, much less behind her and I certainly didn’t think she knew who I was. Her lips were like a black hole that I wanted to dive into but I forced myself to pull my face back.

  “You know who I am?” I asked.

  “Everyone knows who you are, Margret,” she laughed.

  “Then you know what I want,” I said, trying to ignore the signals that my body was sending to fall down at her feet and beg like a baby for her to take me home with her.

  “Yes.”

  “And?” I asked casually but the need inside of me was threatening to devour me.

  “I have an offer for you,” she said.

  “An offer? For me?” I asked.

  “Yes. Kneel down right now and kiss my feet and I’ll let you live as my personal slave for six months before I sell you into hell.”

  “W…what?” I stammered.

  “Margret, you just used up one of your chances,” she said. “Five months then.”

  Something twisted inside of me. As angry as I was at her presumption, the thought that I would only have five months instead of six was… I shook my head.

  “Margret, you are letting pride get in the way of the inevitable,” she said quietly. “Hurry up and kneel down and I’ll give you five months of serving only me.”

  How had this gotten twisted around to me serving her and why did my body want it? I dragged my mind out of the abyss that it was falling into, collected my wits about me and forced a stern look on to my face.

  “I think there is some confusion here,” I began, “I came over here because…”

  “Because you thought I’d fall at your feet,” she interrupted.

  I had. I certainly hadn’t thought I would want to fall at hers. The urge to do so was screwing up my seduction and her attitude wasn’t helping. I looked at her feet and I wanted nothing more than to kneel down and put my lips on them. I looked back up at her expectant face and her lips and wanted nothing more than to feel them on mine again. I pulled myself together.

  “I don’t play sub,” I said haughtily.

  “I don’t either,” she laughed.

  “Just for the sake of argument let’s say I play your game and…”

  “It won’t be a game, Margret,” she interrupted. “When you kiss my feet I will own you and I will sell you when your five months are up.”

  “Own me? Sell…sell me?” I stammered.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re crazy,” I said.

  “Am I, Margret?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then walk away,” she laughed.

  I wanted to but something kept me rooted in front of her. I looked at her again. The fucking tractor-beam magnet thing was still yanking on me and I still wanted to lose myself in her lips.

  “Who are you anyway?” I asked.

  “I think you’ve heard my name. I’m Desiree.”

  Desiree? Holy shit! I had heard about some chick named Desiree. Her reputation was like one of the Sirens of Greek mythology. I had thought it was just some urban legend. Who could believe stories about some normal looking woman who had some quality that many other women couldn’t resist that caused them to lose themselves so thoroughly that they became objects for her amusement? Who would ever believe stories about a woman who used her power to enslave women and then cast them aside into some form of living hell. I didn’t or at least I hadn’t until now.

  “What kind of hell?” I asked.

  “You mean when your five months are up?”

  “Yes.”

  She looked at me a long time with a supercilious smile on her lips. Oh god help me I wanted those lips on mine.

  “I think in your case I will sell you to a very fat, very sadistic… man,” she said.

  I recoiled from her like she had slapped me. There was no way. Not a man. Why was I thinking about this anyway? I backed up two steps.

  “I think you’ve got me confused with one of your worshipers,” I said.

  “I don’t think so,” she giggled.

  “We seem to be at an impasse, don’t we?”

  “For now,” she said serenely.

  The tractor beam was still drawing me toward her. I shook myself mentally and mustered up all of the strength, indignation and backbone that I could.

  “Fuck you, Desiree,” I snapped and turned to go.

  “Margret,” she said softly to my back.

  I melted. Perhaps we could meet halfway. I turned expectantly.

  “Yes?”

  “My telephone number,” she said handing me a card. “If you call me tomorrow I will give you four months.”

  “Only four months,” my mind wailed.

  I looked at her lips and then her feet. Oh, oh, help me. I tried to remain calm. I counted to ten before I answered her.

  “And if I don’t call tomorrow?”

  She laughed and shook her head.

  “Why are you doing this to yourself?” she asked.

  “What happens if I don’t call you tomorrow?” I repeated.

  “If you don’t call by six o’clock tomorrow evening I will only give you one month with me,” she said coldly. “But you will be living in a cage in the basement where you only will see me once a day when I come down to whip you.”

  I forced myself to turn and walk out. I had a horrible night. I had the phone in my hand at least ten times and once I had even started to dial. By morning I was a basket case but some last vestige of pride kept me from calling. I decided to keep my focus on resisting her allure by taking a taxi to the airport and grabbing a plane to the west coast so there would be no way I could call her by six.

  When I landed at six-thirty I was beside myself. As soon as my cell worked I frantically dialed her number.

  “Hello, Margret,” she answered.

  “How did you…”

  “Know it was you?” she chuckled.

  “Yes.”

  “I bought this phone just for you,” she purred.

  “I’m sorry that I didn’t call by six,” I said placatingly. “I was on a plane and…”

  “I’m sorry too, Margret,” she soothed, “it would have been nice to have you in my bed for four months.”

  “But, Desiree,” I wailed, “I couldn’t. I called as soon as I could.”

  I waited for her response but the line was silent. I thought that perhaps we had been disconnected.

  “Desiree, are you still there?” I asked frantically.

  “Yes, Margret. I am,” she said.

  “So can I… uh, come and live with you?”

  “Of course, Margret.”

  I couldn’t believe the wave of relief that washed over me. I was only going to get four months of being close to her and the downside was horrible but…”

  “Oh, thank you,” I gushed.

  “Be at my back door by noon tomorrow, naked and kneeling. Someone will lead you down to your cage.”

  “My cage?”

  “Yes, Margret, your cage where you will live for the next month before I sell you.”

  “But…I thought that we…”

  “Margret,” she interrupted, “do you remember what I said?”

  “Yes, but I thought that perhaps…”

  “You thought wrong, Margret. You used up all of your chances.”

  “But, Desiree, please,” I begged.

  “Naked and kneeling at my back door by noon tomorrow, Margret,” she said and the line went dead.

  I Need the Money – Chapter 1

  “Are you happy, Gwen?” I asked.

  “Of course, Cindy, why do you ask?” she replied.

  “You seem so…preoccupied,
” I explained.

  “Just tired I guess.”

  “Of me?” I asked, hating the needy whine in my voice.

  “No, no, baby, not you,” she soothed. “We have it great together.”

  We did, or at least I thought we did. Six months ago I had been in an abusive relationship with a woman named Samantha. Samantha had been a mean, controlling, cruel pitiless bitch. I mean I liked a little light bondage and soft sexy spankings and other similar bedroom games but there was nothing soft or subtle about Samantha. She loved to painfully hogtie me and then go out for the night with her friends. Or stuff me in the trunk at the foot of her bed while she and some tart she had picked up made love a few feet away. Her idea of a spanking was with a riding crop or a whip and she was never happy until I was so welted it hurt to sit down.

  I had started off as her girlfriend but within a few months she had taken over my life. Samantha had never allowed me friends or outside activities or even time on my own except when I was hogtied in the closet or shoved in the trunk at the foot of her bed. I was nothing more than her slave for the two years we were together and I only escaped by luck. She had some people over one day and Gwen was one of them.

  Gwen had been looking for the bathroom and had wandered into where Samantha had me trussed up after having beaten me almost unconscious. When she found out that I was an unwilling partner to Samantha’s cruelty she undid my restraints and we slipped out the back. The next six months had been the best of my life. I was hopelessly in love with Gwen and she seemed to feel the same, until recently.

  “Want to get a shower?” I asked, sitting down on the couch next to her and putting my lips on her ear.

  “Not right now, baby,” she answered, “I rather…play a little.”

  “Play?”

  “Yeah, something a bit kinkier than we usually do,” she said.

  That went right to my cunt. Her normal idea of kinky was pretty vanilla which had been fine with me after Samantha but now my body was craving something more.

  “What did you have in mind, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “Were you going to spank me for being bad?”