BDSM Library - Controlling Sarah.

1. The Cuts Will Begin Immediately

Most who worked in the corporate offices of SJE Enterprises knew the Senior Manager of Finance, Sarah J. Kneeler as a cool, young, calm, and intelligent manager. Her clear, fair skin and happy manner gave the impression that she was much younger than her peers, a frequent false assumption. The diplomas and awards on the walls of her office had the dates visible and anybody could do the math and 'discover' that Sarah was at least forty. Watching her pace across the small stage before delivering her instructions was a shock, even to those who knew her as an analyst. She never had to deliver such sweeping bad news before; the old management had vice presidents and above carry the news. Under the new regime, each tier of the hierarchy delivered the news to the level below, en masse. 'I should have worn a different suit. Black is so authoritarian and this belt looks like a five buckle waist cincher. This news is bad enough, I shouldn’t be dressed so domineering,' Sarah thought as the last of her group entered. She motioned to the ones in the back to close the doors, took a deep breath, and approached the podium. The calming effect of the slow exhale was erased by the sharp report of her spike heels, which did not help calm her audience either.

"Group, we have some serious cuts coming and, as your manager and friend, am making every effort to alleviate the pain, especially to provide ‘top cover’ from the executives." She took another breath and a drink of water. For some reason, even her hair “hurt” pulled back tight into a bun. "Make no mistake, these initial cuts are only the beginning. We have the most efficient group in the corporation. However, corporate has made it clear than no group will go without cuts and that includes us. It begins with the administrative assistants. All of you assigned admins will counsel them today, their two-week layoff notices will be issued no later than next Friday. Review their evaluations and do whatever you can to help them find new homes. Managers, you only have a few days to learn what they were taking care of and all of those duties will be yours once they leave. Budget your time wisely!"

Sarah continued through the details. 'At least I do not have to lay off analysts . . . yet,' she thought with measured relief as she neared the end. Sarah never minded speaking in front of groups, especially her team. That day, stepping off the podium was the biggest relief of her life. She walked smartly down the center aisle and choked back the urge to cry as two smiling interns opened the double doors for her. 'Do they always schedule my group meetings on the opposite end of the floor from my office just to ogle me?' Sarah thought as she strode by the "cube farm." Even those who would rather look away could not help notice how her tailored black suit framed her broad shoulders and narrow waist. The 5” heel of her pumps only added to the effect.

Sarah gently closed her door, walked straight to her desk, and pulled a few tissues from the drawer just in time to catch the tears from the short cry she allowed herself. "At least I never wanted an assistant of my own. I don’t have a right arm to fire."

As she touched-up her light makeup, a message came across from the Director of Finance. Sarah was to make a home for one of the executive secretaries who needed to be retained. "Damn it! I don’t want a secretary! If I were an executive, maybe I would need one, but I sure as hell don’t need one as a senior manager!" Sarah grumbled to herself as she typed a polite response, respectfully declining the additional help.

The DF replied immediately and Sarah was stunned. "Of all the secretaries in the world, I get Clarke against my will? I would rather do without managers than have that disruptive fool in my office! How she has remained here is beyond me. She is the gruffest, loudest, rudest . . . “ Sarah's thoughts aloud were interrupted by a knock on her door. "Yes, come in."

"Misses Kneeler, I'm just stopping by to let you know I am ready to start whenever you like. When may I move into my new office?"

'The the executive secretaries not assigned to an executive were supposed to be laid off too. This must be the result of some senior management deal and everybody else knew about it before me, no discussion. Let Sarah take her, she never complains . . .' she thought, then replied to Nancy, "Whenever the move team says that your workstation is ready, Miss Clarke."

"Misses Kneeler, I go by Misses Clarke, never Miss and tech already has the workstation setup. The move team is ready whenever you say." Her smug tone turned to one of greater insolence as she noticed the single strand of antique pearls on Mrs. Kneeler’s neck. Nancy, a product working class Scotch-Irish stock from the "rust belt," was sensitive to shows of class differences.

Sarah tried to keep her groan at Nancy's insubordinate attitude to herself and then struck upon an idea. If she was stuck with Nancy, she needed to correct, or at least neutralize her disruptive manner and she needed a location advantage for the first discussion. "Nancy, how about having dinner tonight with my husband and I? If you do not have other plans, of course. Your spouse can join us," She hesitantly chose the neutral, not truly knowing if Misses Clarke was married to a man or a woman. "We would love to have you both."

"Such a gracious boss! Of course, Joe and I would love to be your guests. What time do you have in mind Misses Kneeler?"

"Oh, just take care of your move and come over any time. Here is the address. I will call Ed to have dinner ready by seven. I should be there by then. The boys can chat and watch the game after dinner while we share a drink or two and go over the particulars on how I like my office to run."

"Very well Misses Kneeler. I used to manage the move team. They can take care of things. I have a few errands to take care of, along with anything you need?"

"Nothing for me. See you tonight."

Before Nancy closed the door, she was yelling profanities at the move team, along with anybody else who happened by. Her grating voice only added to the irritation. Sarah always thought Nancy sounded like a frog with gravel in its throat and a bad smoking habit. This was the first time she experienced the full volume. She wrote a note to herself to bring up the profanity and manner after dinner. She also noted to herself not to mention spotting Nancy in the occasional kink or swinger’s clubs and thanked God Nancy had never spotted her in one.

2. Mister Kneeler, House Husband

"Ed, my new secretary and her husband are joining us for dinner. Have a ham and trimmings ready by seven, do everything up nice and the outfit on your schedule for today will be fine."

"Yes, Ma'am. Will you be arriving with them?"

"I don't know, Pet. They may arrive before me so be a darling and entertain them in that situation." Sarah hung up the phone without listening for a reply.

Edward was the bright, very young engineer at another firm when they met right after Sarah earned her PhD. He was neat, even in his own home, polite, proper, and brilliant. Sarah was a single mother and saw Ed as a potential energetic life partner, as well as father figure and mentor to her daughter, Suzanne. Those ideas fell apart when the extent of his submissiveness emerged. She could not stand having a submissive lover, at least one more submissive than her. Over the years, it consumed him and completely changed their relationship. Instead of husband and stepfather, he slowly became chauffer/butler/babysitter and tutor, until Suzanne went off to school and Sarah’s unwanted advantage grew greater. He still attended to all the household duties with an almost psychic ability to anticipate what Sarah wanted. Besides household chores, he facilitated Sarah’s 'social' schedule and cleaned up after.

Just after four o'clock, as he was putting everything into the ovens to cook, Ed heard the doorbell. "Who can that be? We are not expecting any deliveries." He checked the monitor to see a small framed woman with a great “tight” figure. She turned to face the camera and the impression changed dramatically. Her wrinkled face suggested that she was perhaps fifty or sixty. The effect on her neck-length hair was dramatic; from the back appearing platinum blonde, but combined with her face, it was most definitely white. She wore a tight golden satin blouse, tight black skirt, sheer black stockings, and tall black pumps. Everything was simple, from the gold ankle chain to the gold chain necklace, watch, and bracelet. Ed opted to answer through the intercom, "May I help you miss?"

"Mister Kneeler? I'm Misses Clarke, your wife's new secretary."

Greeting one of her guests through the intercom sent Ed into a panic. He almost dropped the pan of potatoes before slamming them into the oven and punching the cook program. He ran through the house to the front door. "Misses Clarke, I must apologize, I was not expecting anybody for a few hours."

Nancy was surprised with the frail, sniveling brown-haired creature not much taller than herself that greeted her, holding an apron, wearing a custom-tailored teal button-down, khakis, and loafers. Even his watch was of a feminine preppy style. She was expecting Mister Kneeler to be something more like an executive or entrepreneur who just enjoyed the kitchen, maybe even worked from home, but still big and powerful, like her husband Joe. She did not even have to think about how to work this into her plan, it fit all too well.

"Thank you for the apology. When a woman says “any time” to come by her house, I take her at her word. Show me around?"

"Yes, yes of course Misses Clarke," Ed said as he watched Nancy strut through the foyer, pull out a cigarette and drop her purse on the lamp table. "Misses Clarke, we don't . . . um, we do not smoke in the house . . .”

"Light me," she said with her gruff voice in full growl, and turned her head barely enough to see him from the corner of her eye. The timid Edward obeyed, took the glittery butane lighter from her hand, and nervously flicked it three times before getting a flame. 'More good signs,' she thought. 'Doesn't take much to control this one.' As soon as Nancy pulled a puff, she walked toward the stairs as Ed stared, hypnotized at her strut. "Come, boy, what are you waiting for?"

"Yes, of course Misses Clarke. I just need to find an ashtray or plate . . .”

"Nonsense, your hands will do, if you are quick," she said as she flicked an ash onto the white carpet.

"Misses Clarke!"

"Hurry, before I do it again," she growled.

Ed hurried to catch up with Nancy and escorted her up the stairs, holding his hands out whenever Nancy was ready to deposit another ash. If the Woman of the House saw that ash, he would be in for a severe punishment. "This is her office. It is always locked unless she is using it."

"Unlock it."

"Misses Clarke, I am sorry, but even I do not have a key to that room. The rest of the home, yes, but not to there."

"Very well. What is that room across the hall?"

"The guest room."

"Really now. Does she have many guests overnight? Over the weekend?"

"Oh yes, quite often . . . " his voice trailed off as if he had already fallen for a trick. The look of shame on his face betrayed him even more.

"Show me."

He escorted her across the hall to the guest room, catching her ashes along the way. She was impressed at his ability to catch the ashes even when she tried to catch him off guard. Apparently, Sarah had trained him better than any houseboy submissive Nancy had encountered. She did not merely look at the room; it was more like an inspection. Simply furnished, a wedding picture of him and Sarah next to one of the daughter on the nightstand, neatly made bed, men's clothes, of his size and style, neatly hung in the closet. "You are the guest in this house, little Eddie, aren’t you. Do you take me for some fool? I really do not like being taken for a fool. Misses Kneeler and I have been at the same firm for years and run in some of the same circles. Don't you think I know what she really is by now?"

"I am sorry, Misses Clarke," he stammered, "she never mentioned you before. I was only told to make dinner and entertain you and your husband until she arrives."

She approached him confidently, cigarette butt extended in her hand. "Get rid of this and show me where the guests stay with her for real. I was picked to be her executive secretary for a reason and you are going to start cooperating. Oh, yes, you are already entertaining me. Let’s see if it can become enjoyable instead of a chore?"

Edward took the cigarette and flushed it down the toilet in his room. 'His' small bathroom had nothing but a toilet and sink, no shower or tub. Everything was sparkling clean and neat, the way he kept the entire house. After washing his hands, he escorted Nancy down the hall towards the door at the end. He fumbled with a set of keys to unlock it. "Congratulations on your new position, Misses Clarke, I did not know that she had been promoted to executive. Sorry for being so in the dark about things . . ."

"She is not an executive, yet, she should have been years ago. She will be soon and you will help me. Understand? You can stop with any deception. How did you expect to explain having to unlock the master bedroom and convince anybody that you are nothing more than her cuckold?"

"I . . . I don't know. I never had to explain it before."

"So, everybody you have given the tour to knows now?"

"No, I mean I have never done this before. The Woman of the House does that and she never shows the upstairs if it is a visit from coworkers, or just dinner."

"From now on, whenever she tells you that others will be in the house, you get the doors unlocked and look like you are her man, unless instructed otherwise. Understand?"

"Yes Misses Clarke," he said as he unlocked the door. In a striking difference from the contemporary decor of the rest of the house, the bedroom theme was vibrant and classic. The wall-coverings of the giant bedroom were of fine red cloth with a gold foliage pattern. Polished hardwood floors and a higher ceiling than the rest of the rooms on the floor gave a slight echo to Nancy's shoes. In the center, a giant canopy bed, much larger than king-size, with heavy wooden posts sat atop a beautiful Persian rug. Large plush pillows, silk sheets, velvet blankets. An ornate, heavy cherry dresser opposite the bed, large wardrobe, nightstands with polished brass hardware. Assorted chairs, all very well made. Even the simple, armless straight back chair was sturdy, with heavy dowels forming the back. Of the many bedrooms she had seen, this was one of the most beautiful. It took her a while before noticing the additional functionality of the furniture. Every corner of the bed, dresser, and nightstands, had a strong, recessed brass ring with a brass backing attached. The bolts went all the way through to the other side of the post, or rail, with a nut securing it through another brass plate. Other anchors were spaced evenly in-between. This setup could hold anything short of a massive wild beast.

"Beautiful room. Show me the rest."

Ed turned to show Suzanne's room and Nancy barked, "The rest of this room."

"But Miss, the rest of her room is private . . ."

"Show me."

Edward opened the ornate wooden doors on the far side of the room. Doors he had not touched in years. They opened to a 'closet' as big as a regular bedroom. Rack upon rack of business wear that Nancy had remembered seeing Sarah wear at SJE, some she had never seen, along with rows and rows of beautiful shoes and boots, a few with 3" heels, the rest progressively taller. In the back, there were other things. Costumes, toys, playthings, and fetishwear. She walked to the back, reached out, examined, and fondled the ‘play’ sets. She sniffed one of the gas masks, and a few other items. "Eddie, some of these things, like the gas masks, look more like your size than hers. Are they for you?"

Ed stuttered answering the question, "No, I have never worn any of these things."

"Eddie, who wears them?"

"Misses Clarke, I really do not know. When she is with others, they spend their time privately. I rarely get to see."

"Eddie, when was the last time you were allowed to play?"

"Um, Misses Clarke, I really do not know if I would be allowed to answer that, even if I could remember and I truly cannot remember."

"Eddie, when was the last time you got off? The last time you ejaculated?"

"That was this morning, Ma'am."

Nancy noticed his transition into calling her 'Ma'am', another good sign; he was surrendering control to her.

"Do you need permission from Misses Kneeler for that?"

"Yes, Ma'am. In this case, it was pre-approved permission. The Woman of the House was happy with the outfit I picked for her and the way she looked after I dressed her and did her makeup. If she says she is happy with her outfit I have permission," he said with a satisfied smile. He did not even notice that he was obeying her as if she was introduced to him as someone to obey.

"Who picks your clothes?"

"The Woman of the House, Ma’am. They are on my schedule. She gives me changes when her plans change."

"How often is she pleased with what you pick for her?"

"Most always, Ma'am."

"Good, something useful for me too. Now, show me the other bedroom."

On command, he escorted Nancy to Suzanne's room. "Are those pictures of your daughter and wife?" Nancy asked, looking at the 'wall of Suzanne', multiple electronic picture frames showing mother and daughter at every sort of activity with accompanying medals, ribbons, and certificates. Ed was missing from them.

"Ma'am, she is not my daughter, but I reared her while the Woman of the House advanced her career."

"Oh, I see," Nancy said with her smug tone returning. "She is beautiful, almost a clone of her mother, just not quite as tall."

"Yes Ma'am, even more athletic than the Woman of the House and brilliant too. She is a pleasure to tutor."

"I can see where she could be a temptation, since you two are not really related to each other."

"No Ma'am, not at all. I have never had thoughts . . ."

"Shush, I told you about treating me like a fool. Do it again and that wife of yours will be sorry, understand?"

"Ma'am, please don't hurt her because of my mistakes? I truly think of Suzanne as a daughter, not a romantic partner."

"What about a fuckbuddy?"

"No! Never, I swear!" Nancy read his expression as one of both fear and honesty, and then grudgingly accepted his answer without adding another punishment for Sarah in her mental tally.

"Well, I am sure Miss Sarah's long weekend orgy guests look at her that way. It is impossible not to."

Edward did not comment as he followed her back to the master bedroom. He had overheard comments from Sarah’s lovers like that. Sometimes Sarah would stop play for the night over the comments and it was rare for those guests to return.

"Edward, get that straight-back wooden chair and place it at the foot of the bed."

"Yes Misses Clarke," he said and did it with a bit of a struggle.

"How do you turn on the intercoms so we can hear all of the downstairs up here in this room?"

"Just enter a '1' in the keypad, Ma'am, it will feed the whole first floor. The monitors are set the same way if you want visual."

"Good boy, now do that, just for sound, and sit in the chair."

Edward complied to-the-letter. Nancy approached; she gently kissed and aroused him. It had been so long since he had any romantic contact that he ejaculated in his pants almost immediately.

"Oh, so you find me an attractive woman?" Nancy said with a smile as she rubbed Ed’s chest through his shirt. To her surprise, his chest was firm, he just had a small frame.

"Oh yes, Misses Clarke, you are pretty and sensual . . .” He stopped in mid sentence. The simplest of affection by a wrinkled old woman twice his age with a whiskey and cigarette voice made him cum explosively and without permission. His wife could kick him out as soon as he reported it. He had not worked for years; he could be living in a box in days . . .

Nancy saw the terror in his eyes and spoke softly, "Oh, you didn't have permission for that from her, did you?" Her throaty tone somehow sounded sexy to him, causing him to squirt in his pants again.

"No, no Ma'am, I didn't . . ."

"That's okay baby, I give you permission," she said before swirling her tongue gently in his mouth.

"But . . . but Misses Clarke . . . she did not give me permission . . . herself . . ." His voice trailed off in shame.

"She told you to entertain me, yes?"

"Yes, Ma’am," he stammered.

"Then it must be okay. It brought you into good report territory." Nancy, like many women her age and especially of her lifestyle, had a fancy for younger men and took the opportunity to arouse him more, slip his khakis down, pull her panties aside, and straddle him to make love.

"Misses Clarke, you are so t . . . tight inside," he whispered in surprise. It felt like his first time with a teenager.

Nancy too felt like she was getting a teenage virile virgin as she played his emotions and body for her pleasure and allowed him to think it was his reward. For another reward, a deep, passionate kiss, not like the little ones earlier, the first like that for him in years. His pent up passion and emotion poured out from him, she could feel what little power he had left as it pumped into her with every explosive shot. It made her feel like a woman who still 'had it' and could easily seduce a man half her age. She did not even have to unbutton her blouse and he was crying in joy beneath her, thanking her profusely.

"Eddie, you stay right here in the chair. I am going down to greet your Mistress, understand?"

Ed gulped, "Yes, Ma'am. I . . . I am probably in the deepest trouble . . ."

"Eddie, you did as told. Nobody will not hurt you unless I allow it. I will keep an eye on the ovens too, we don't want anything ruined. Everybody will be very hungry by dinner. Now, listen carefully for a list of things to have ready up here by the time she arrives." With that, Nancy left him, and then he heard her harsh voice barking orders to him through the first floor intercom. Ed obeyed and entered the closet to gather gear and prepare it.

Nancy started with a quick survey of the house and then moved on to snooping into every corner as she shouted orders to Ed. She examined the living room, kitchen, and den monitors. An interesting feature only the den monitor had, all of the family cars could be tracked from there. The new Mercedes was still in the garage of SJE Enterprises, the van was in the garage and the Porsche was in Boston. Nancy thought to herself, ‘so, their hot little bitch daughter is going to a fancy Boston school like Joe’s son. Even better . . .’ She figured out how to have the system alert her when Sarah's car moved, then settled in to watch some erotica from Sarah's playlist while figuring out the whole-house recording system. Interesting, she thought, the common theme was blondes in various levels of submission. The most 'mild' was a young blonde seduced by a coworker and it had the most views. The majority were intense bondage and rape themes, every one with a beautiful blonde as the victim. She made one call to her husband and told him to be ready by eight o'clock, asking he wait outside until called in.

3. The Day that may never end

Sarah finally noticed it was after six PM. "I hope this is not a mistake having that shrew in my house for dinner. No telling what that husband of hers is like. Oh well, let's get this insanity over with. By the time she leaves, she will know how to behave in my office."

As soon as Sarah opened the door to her sporty white Mercedes, Nancy got an alert. It updated continuously, showing her a map of Sarah's curious route home. It was not a direct path back home, that might have taken fifteen minutes. It meandered with one stop at a low-key private club. In a web browser, Nancy connected to a nearby internet camera and watched Sarah check her hair, touch up her makeup, and enter the club. It had an interesting set of rules that served as effective filters for the clientele. Only female submissives and male dominants could join. The dominants donned masks before entering, the submissives were never masked and the submissives selected the dominants, never the other way around. Nancy watched some more erotica until she was alerted that Sarah had deactivated her car alarm and watched her smiling boss get in and resume her drive home. She turned off the monitor and returned the den to the state she found it when she saw Sarah was close.

Nancy went to the kitchen to open the ovens as they finished their cycles and took a seat in the kitchen. Something else that was odd, the seat at the head of the table was taller and older than the others. Not plush or padded, just taller, with intricate woodwork. She chose that one to sit in and greet her hostess, legs crossed and heels propped on the table.

When Sarah arrived home, she noticed the filthy, small, champagne Honda parked in the driveway, blocking the right side of the garage where she always parks. "That damn little bitch! She even fucks up parking in my driveway. It isn't even seven and they are here. Shit, this idiot is going to be impossible." Instead of entering her usual way through the garage, she had to use the front door. Edward must have been busy with the guests, as he did not come out to carry her purse and gym bag.

"Edward, your lovely wife is coming in. You stay quiet as a mouse up there while the Women discuss things. Understand? I trust you have everything ready as I instructed, or someone will regret it and know it is your fault." Nancy discreetly checked the bedroom from the monitor in the kitchen. The toys she ordered Edward to setup were arranged properly and the naked Edward sat ready for his ankles to be locked to the legs of the chair on command, another set of police cuffs lay on the floor behind him and she turned off the monitor.

Ed knew not to answer, but bobbed his head 'yes' anyway. A deep blush came across his naked body as he sat in the chair, staring at the bed and he began getting an erection that he could not suppress. It was agonizing as soon as he heard the voice of the Woman of the House. Sarah grumbled as she entered the foyer, under her breath she said "bitch" again as she shoved Nancy's purse from her spot on the table, and then dropped her gym bag down a hidden chute to the laundry room for Edward to take care of later. 'That woman always smells like she showered in Chanel No. 5,' Sarah thought as she followed her nose to the kitchen.

"Well, Miss Nancy, glad to see you are making yourself at home in my kitchen. Is my darling husband entertaining you and your Joe?"

"Misses Kneeler, that is not a very welcoming tone," Nancy said without moving a muscle. She did not even turn her head to look at Sarah as she spoke.

"Oh yea? You should know. We need to get a few ground rules straight that apply everywhere. In my house and especially in my office. Where is Ed?"

'Quite a departure from her little miss sunshine manner at the office. Let's see which Miss Sarah is real,' Nancy thought. "I sent him upstairs to take care of a few things," she said as she slowly lowered her short but shapely legs to the bottom rung of the chair, then to the floor. She walked to Sarah with a fierce look in her eyes, "and, yes, we do need to get a few things straight.”

"Nancy, this was a bad idea. We need to just continue this in the office on Monday with a formal counseling," Sarah said as she looked away from Nancy.

"That is Misses Clarke, Misses Kneeler. You are to call me Misses Clarke from now on and you will never let anybody at the office call you anything but Misses Kneeler from now on."

Sarah was poised to lash out at Nancy, but the last bit made some sense. It was the first intelligent thing she had heard from the woman in over ten years.

"You are what, forty years old now and still just a manager? The only PhD in the corporation who is not an executive?"

Sarah was surprised at Nancy actually getting close to her age, instead of a much younger guess. "Forty-two and my turn will come. You are what, seventy and still a secretary?"

As she spoke, Nancy walked slowly behind Sarah, looked up and down as if she was admiring the expensively outfit. At 5' 9" atop 5" heels, Sarah towered over Nancy and did not flinch as Nancy touched the single strand of pearls at the back of her neck.

"These are lovely. A gift from your boy?"

"No touching. He is my husband and they belonged to my great grandmother in Germany. They go to the eldest woman of each generation and my daughter will have them when she bears a child."

"How quaint, generations and generations of privilege!" Nancy's voice dripped with envy as she slipped her finger under the strand and twisted her hand, pulling them tight. "Now, behave and listen."

"Hey! Let go, they are delicate!" Sarah tried to swing behind her at Nancy, but Nancy just twisted them tighter.

"Edward, come to the kitchen!" Sarah cried out.

In the bedroom, Ed heard the women through the intercom and wanted to turn on a monitor to see, but he knew that they would not respond to his voice. Instead of getting up, he cowered. ‘My wife, the love of my life, and I cannot help her. I should be protecting her . . . ‘ his confused thoughts emasculated him even more. Those were the thoughts he played in his head when she let him hear her with others, usually while locked in his room. After years of trying to please The Woman of the House, years of hearing and watching her with other lovers, years of hearing her scream out in pain or pleasure that was never to be interrupted, years of dressing her and wearing what he was told, he was powerless when another assertive woman told him what to do.

"He is staying right where he is. He knows what's good for you, even if you don't . . . yet."

"Nancy, let go of the pearls!" Sarah coughed, choking as they pressed her throat tighter. "Let go! They will break . . ."

"And if they do, you will be smashing them into dust with those expensive pumps. If you don't think I can make you do that, just try me." Nancy eased her grip slightly, letting her captive breathe and watched her arms relax.

"Now, get that jacket off."

"What?"

Nancy slapped Sarah across the face and held back just enough not to leave a mark. "You heard me, now do it!"

Sarah unbuckled the belt from the back and let it fall to the floor with a thud. Just as Nancy thought, it was well tooled, supple, and expensive. She slowly unbuttoned the jacket with trembling hands and slipped it off, letting it fall behind her to reveal the black silk blouse beneath it. This ‘little old woman’ was skilled and surprisingly strong. If she fought, the family pearls would be no more. Sarah wondered why she was submitting so readily. Had she been drugged? She wondered again, why didn't Edward come down? What has Nancy done to him? He must be bound and gagged, or worse. Was Nancy as crazy as most at work thought? In a flash, feelings of concern for Ed came over her, feelings she could not remember when she had last. She was lost in her thoughts as Nancy pulled Sarah's silk top out of her skirt, over her head, down her arms and began to tie her wrists with it. A rush flowed through Sarah; the involuntary mini-orgasm gave her the clue she needed as to 'why.' Her own endorphin release was the drug.

Nancy noticed the early stages of arousal in Sarah much earlier and had spotted her as a submissive long ago. She could not help but fondle the perfect milky skin of Sarah’s toned arms and firm breasts. Sarah struggled and protested at every touch that only resulted in more taunting touches. With her sheer black lace bra exposed and wrists bound behind her, Sarah looked like a glam-bondage movie star. Nancy watched Sarah’s feet as she pushed and pulled her around. Her new boss almost pranced like a walking horse.

"See? I knew you were into it. More responsive than I imagined. You have permission to cum for me, but nobody else, got it?"

"Nancy . . ." Sarah said and stopped, just as Nancy slapped her other cheek and she corrected. "Misses Clarke, what is going on? What do you want? This is kidnapping and rape now . . ."

"Oh bullshit. You do more than this on lunch breaks in the kink club down the street from the office that’s supposed to be some big secret. I can even see fresh bruises on your back.” Nancy pressed her thumb into one and Sarah moaned instead of yelping. “If you were doing this in the board room instead of here and private club rooms, you would be a real boss now," Nancy said as she jerked the pearl encrusted pins from Sarah's bun and let her hair fall as a ponytail down her back.

"What on earth do you mean? I am not going to be your kinky fantasy. You are my secretary that is all." After speaking, Nancy’s words caught up with Sarah after her outburst. How could Nancy know about her once-per-week lunch encounters? Sarah went to great lengths to keep them private.

"Stop treating me like a fool and inferior! I can barely smell a thing but I can smell your wetness right now.” Sarah knew that must be right, her sheer lace panties were already soaked. “You need to learn a few things and I am here to teach you. I can see you are getting into it, just let go and it will be easier. I already have enough on you to make you, your husband, and daughter very sorry if you don’t behave. You wouldn't want the word to get out and still go through your initiation, would you? I will be an executive secretary again, for the CEO, with or without you!"

Her objective was to get promoted? That could not be it. Nobody could be that crazy. Sarah tried to keep her voice calm. She suspected this was not an empty threat and Nancy had to have used something on Edward to keep him upstairs, but she did not know what. Nancy was already using her own body against her; the waves of arousal were growing more intense, more frequent. She tried to do her best impression of the hostage negotiators she had seen in the movies. "Nan . . . Misses Clarke, he wanted to fire you. I put in a good word for you and he made you the move team manager . . . this isn't play . . . it is rape. I do not consent . . ." Sarah was rapidly losing her ability to reason.

Nancy did not let Sarah finish. "Listen you educated idiot, I was not talking about working for him, I was talking about working for you or whomever replaces you if you don’t behave," she said as she fed Sarah's ponytail under her bound hands and yanked it up, forcing Sarah to moan again and bend at the waist. "And for your fucking information, I am only sixty. I taught a few of your Dominants too." Sarah thought, ‘That was it? That’s nothing today, no big deal like the 1950s or anything. D/s play is pretty common now. It is no longer a defense for kidnappers and rapists preying on people who were into it either.’ Nancy walked them both back to the 'throne' at the kitchen table. "Step higher, Misses Kneeler!" Sarah followed the command without thinking, bringing her knees higher for each short step. With one hand, Nancy hiked her skirt up to her hips while keeping a tight grip on Sarah's hair with the other.

"Nancy, please, I do not want to . . ."

Nancy yanked Sarah's face into her crotch and then wrapped her legs around Sarah's head, squeezing tight, smothering her. "Misses Clarke, get it right. I know that taste and smell is familiar to you, maybe not his specifically. You said ‘please’ and applied it wrong. Please me and I will piss in a porcelain toilet instead of your mouth."

Sarah wondered why Nancy mentioned the taste and smell, and the threat sent another wave through her. She could taste and smell the cum of some random man on her and was not surprised at all. Rumor at work had it that Nancy played behind any locked door with anybody who would have her. Already emotionally drained and feeling another orgasmic wave building right behind the last, Sarah resigned herself at that point to cooperate and hoped that she and Ed would come through this intact, able to report the invasion to the authorities and be rid of ‘Misses Clarke’ for good.

"Just as I thought. You don't even recognize the cum of your own husband. He is a good fuck, even as out of practice as you let him get. I think it is a waste, but he is your boy. Hum, maybe I should add a lesson on how to care for your own property, since you have gotten so lazy about it with him taking care of everything around here. Taking care of everything but you it seems. Don’t you think that is a good idea?" Nancy jerked Sarah's head up and down as she loosened the grip of her legs and Sarah licked. "First right answer so far. Now, give me a good orgasm so we can get upstairs and see your boy." She lit a cigarette and flicked the ashes on the fine Italian tile floor.

Sarah’s mind raced, ‘Of all the trash for him to get off with, he had to pick her? No way she picked him. He was a charmer back-in-the-day, not the way he is now. Did she get the idea that I was willing just because he was?’ Sarah relaxed and shooed the thoughts of her husband fucking this woman out of her head to concentrate on licking up and down between her lips and then she quickly licked the swollen clit. Nancy's squirming and moaning gave Sarah hope that this might be over soon. Listening upstairs, Ed could not help a spontaneous orgasm that left a small rope of semen on his tummy.

4. Let's Work Up An Appetite

With a firm grip on Sarah’s ponytail, still under her tied wrists, Nancy walked her from the kitchen to the stairs and up to the hallway. "Prance higher, Misses Kneeler," Nancy taunted. She dismissed the idea of making Sarah crawl, Edward needed to keep seeing Sarah as his Domme and Nancy as her superior. As they passed Suzanne’s room, Nancy whispered in a harsh voice, "You order him to obey me as soon as you see him, give him the usual proper praise for entertaining and pleasing me too. Understand?" They turned and entered the master bedroom.

When Sarah hesitated with her command as they entered, Nancy called out "ten" and Ed echoed it. Neither Edward nor Sarah knew at that moment exactly what the count represented, but they both knew it was associated with a punishment. It was a common a method in the Domination/submission community. "Oh, look Misses Kneeler, your husband has a little mess on his tummy. Someone needs to clean it up, ain't gonna be me," she said with a laugh as she pulled Sarah’s hair and forced her to her knees next to Edward.

Sarah looked up at Edward with apologetic eyes before touching him. Then she announced, "Pet, you are to obey everything Misses Clarke commands as if it were me. She reports that you were a very good boy when you entertained her while awaiting my arrival."

Edward suppressed his reflexive reaction of glee to her praise of his host performance. He responded, "Yes, Woman of the House, thank you so much for allowing me to please you."

Then, Sarah obediently began licking and cleaning her husband’s tummy, all the way down to his flaccid cock. Edward could not believe she was actually touching him in that way. It was like a dream to him, he thought that all of his obedience was finally being rewarded as she had promised for years. Today was the "someday" that he had been waiting for, the day he gets to play as a couple. As soon as she took his head in her mouth, what little ejaculate he had left shot to the back of her throat. He wanted to be hard for her, to please her like her other lovers did, but his excited nervousness spoiled his moment to shine.

Sarah could smell and taste Nancy on him; it confirmed what Nancy had already told her. She could tell he was excited, but Nancy had drained him nearly dry. He was so animated, even while sitting obediently in the chair. 'Those cuffs are dangling free, his ankles are not even restrained! What could she be blackmailing him with? Was it just the sex?' she thought. It was the first time in years that she had done anything sexual with him and he was still soft. Sarah began to feel regret for the way she had treated her husband over the years. If only she had done things different, maybe they would not be in this situation. That was a crazy thought; nothing she had done to him brought this on. Still, she was the one who invited Nancy over and told him to “entertain” her. Of all the women she had over, why did it have to be Nancy who picked him? The occasional man she could understand. Nancy was a puzzle in yet another way.

"Eddie, pet, be a dear and take off the skirt of the Woman of the House?" Hearing the private title of his Mistress took him by brief surprise. How would she know that? Then he remembered calling her that in Nancy’s presence several times, even though he should not have before being told by Sarah that she was a playmate. He unzipped the skirt and gently slipped it to the floor as she stepped out of it. He could see what he already knew, traces of dried cum on her perfect skin and more on her stocking tops. It was Friday, one of her “date nights.” He wanted to touch her, but did not have permission from either for that yet, so he behaved as trained, arms at his sides.

"Eddie, be a dear again and undress me too?" He unbuttoned Nancy’s cuffs, and then the front, as he got hard again in the mouth of his Mistress. Sarah noticed and could not believe that this 'shriveled old woman' was arousing him more than she was herself. Nancy had the feeling that she already gained an advantage over Sarah for Edward and she ordered Edward to undo the front clasp of her satin bra brought a perfect, firm C-cup breast to his lips to prove it. Perfect, with the help of the best cosmetic surgeon in the area. Nancy ordered Sarah to "eat my pussy like the pro you are" while she fed Edward an erect nipple. In short order, Nancy had a huge orgasm and Sarah could tell Edward helped. Edward came with her and was rewarded with a kiss from Nancy and another cleaning from Sarah, who wondered, 'Is this woman stealing my life as well as my husband? What could she be up to beyond a kinky night of rape and possible slavery play? That story about new jobs had to be a distraction.'

"You two are beginning to learn," Nancy purred. "Misses Kneeler, time to get on the bed, face down," Nancy announced in a singsong voice.

Sarah left her husband, got up and walked to the edge of the bed, teetering slightly already feeling weary from the experience. In play, this would not even count as a warm-up. This was real. Her wrists still bound in black silk, she was barely able to get a knee up on the tall bed to climb on. She crawled on her knees to the center and fell over face first. As soon as she fell, Edward removed her panties, spread her legs, and secured her ankles in the locking leather cuffs, each attached to the foot-post anchors by strong chain that he prepared from Nancy’s earlier order.

Nancy petted Sarah. "Relax, baby, we need to put these someplace safe," she said as she opened the clasp to Sarah's pearls.

Sarah cried, "Please, please don’t." Her face sunk into the bed as she sobbed.

Nancy placed them on nightstand, continued to pet and stroke Sarah and said, "Just relax, I am being careful with them, that’s all. Nothing will happen to them if you behave, I promise. Stop crying and start pleasing." She made a cell call and told someone, "Whenever you are ready, second floor."

From his earlier instruction from Nancy, Edward leaned forward and began licking Sarah’s sheer nude thigh-high stockings clean. He worked his way up to her ass and bare pussy. In times past, this was merely a ritual Sarah wanted from him, but this time it was a connection to her husband. One of the fleeting connections to freedom that she had left with him. It gave her a mini orgasm and she hoped that he noticed as she moaned. He heard it and was shocked; she had not done that from his touch in years. Nancy heard it too.

"Misses Kneeler, you did not ask permission."

The announcement only made Sarah wetter, which, in turn, encouraged Edward more. Was he always this good with his mouth? Sarah felt another building. "Misses Clarke, may I?"

"Ten," Nancy announced and Ed echoed, "Twenty" as he licked and sucked, Sarah’s hips rocked.

"Please, Misses Clarke, please?"

"Yes, you may cum for Edward." Sarah erupted into a long moan as soon as she heard "yes." She did not need any encouragement to lick Nancy as her secretary sat on the bed in front of her, jerked her head up by the hair, slid under Sarah’s face, and put on a sensual leg and heel show for Edward behind Sarah’s back, rubbing them down to Sarah’s ass. The combination of being allowed to lick his wife and seeing Nancy’s sexy legs and shoes were keeping him hard beyond his imagination and he had no hope of holding back an orgasm if his body caught back up.

At the edge of another orgasm, Nancy jerked Sarah’s head from her crotch. "Sir Joe, welcome to the Kneeler home!" Nancy greeted her husband and got off the bed. Joe was a massive man, over 6' 4" tall, black wavy hair, dark olive skin and huge hands. He was like a human mountain as he entered the bedroom wearing a long black leather duster, red and black checkered flannel shirt, overalls, and cowboy boots. To Sarah, he looked like a farmer going to Church, a hot farmer, but a common worker nonetheless. Ed noted the shirt looked custom, the boots hand-tooled. Joe took off his cowboy hat, placed it crown down on the nightstand, and laid his big cigar in the polished brass incense tray, the first thing to smolder in it, ever. Nancy took his coat as Joe patted her ass and took a deep kiss from her, and then hung the duster in the walk-in closet over one of Sarah’s suits as Joe had Ed undress him and orally "fluff" him to full erection. The personalized label in the shirt and overalls confirmed for Ed that they were tailor-made. Joe was toned, cut and as soon as he was hard, he appeared to have powerful muscles everywhere. Nancy returned during the fluffing and whispered to Sarah to beg Joe to fuck her.

"Sir Joe, will you please fuck me?" Sarah said in a disappointingly unconvincing manner. Her body wanted him, she was very wet again, but her mind just wanted it to be over. As soon as she finished speaking, Nancy shoved a huge red ballgag in Sarah’s mouth, secured the attached black leather head harness and built-in blindfold, and then left her side. Her eyes began to water, her jaw fully extended.

Nancy mounted Ed’s lap and debated giving him a pill from Joe's overalls, but he was hard again on his own. "Yea baby, a good live cock is better than a dildo any day!"

Sarah screamed into the gag as Joe plunged into her. It felt like he was ripping her ass open. No prep, no lube, nothing but his huge rock-hard cock and a bit of Ed's saliva, attacking her toned, firm ass. She screamed “red” as if a safeword would stop anything, it made Joe laugh. He lifted her bound arms and sent pain through her shoulders, she screamed again and he laughed, thrusting harder. Joe was an ass man. The first thing that attracted him to Nancy was her perfect ass, something she still had at sixty years old. Her face was not bad when they met, but the tanning salons and summers in the sun had taken their toll. Sarah’s ass was already a new favorite.

By the time Joe filled Sarah’s bowels with his hot cum, Sarah was reduced to an exhausted kitten without even a purr. She was satisfied against her will.

"Sir Joe, looks like your little bitch in heat can't keep up," Nancy said as she looked over her shoulder, then turned back to moan into Edward’s mouth. Nancy continued to ride Ed until he subsided, squeezed his cock inside her in a way he never felt before, and then had him clean her and Joe with his mouth. They repositioned Sarah next to Ed, standing with her ankles shackled together, head harness and ballgag removed.

"Thank you Mistress," Sarah said as she worked her aching jaw.

Nancy slapped Sarah hard, "Misses Clarke! You need to learn this before we are back in the office on Monday! Now, you two clean each other silently, mouths only. Misses Kneeler, an invitation for Sir Joe and I to use your shower would be nice. What kind of shoddy hostess are you anyway?"

Sarah cleared her throat, “Misses Clarke, would you and Sir Joe like to use my shower? I am sure it will be to your liking.”

"That was a little better, Misses Kneeler," she said as she followed her husband to the master bath.

5. Bad Kittens

Sarah wondered what happened to her skills since she walked through the front door. Other than Joe being bigger than she would normally allow in her ass he was far from the biggest she ever had in there. The punishments were far from severe; she had not even crawled for them, just a little allusion to pony-girl play and some fucking. Reality took longer to creep into her thoughts than earlier. 'Stupid girl,' she thought, 'this isn’t play, it is real, and your secretary has you and your husband captive as her husband's fuck slaves.' As soon as Sarah heard the shower drown out the giggling in the bathroom she pulled Edward’s licking face from her ass, turned, and whispered, "Baby, what did she do to you? Did she hurt you?"

Ed looked back in horror, they were just ordered to be silent. She was a sub too, she was supposed to know these things even better than he. His fears were realized as Nancy and Joe burst out of bathroom and asked who was talking.

When Ed tried to take the blame, Nancy called out "ten,” Ed called back "thirty" and began to cry, not knowing what was going to happen, but knew it would be bad. Nancy grabbed Sarah and asked her directly, she lied too and said Ed was telling the truth. "Fifty" and Ed responded "eighty." Nancy nodded at Joe, and then looked at the dresser. Joe dragged Sarah to the long dresser with a mirrored top and locked her ankles to the base at the end. Sarah felt a wave run through her when he grabbed her; she was wet again, but afraid. He tore her blouse apart and tied her wrists to the brass anchors on the far end, stretching her toned body as far as it could stretch. She screamed, begged, and struggled in vain. She knew she immobilized for something severe.

Nancy tossed the ballgag onto the dresser; it bounced it off Sarah's head. "I know you don't want to hear her until she behaves, Sir."

"Please, this is too much! Please no? I swear I won't tell if you stop now," she screamed as Joe rubbed her ass. "Sir Joe?" With her unprompted utterance of "Sir," he slipped the big head of his circumcised cock into her dripping wetness as he reached under and rubbed her clit with his long, thick finger. She moaned and hoped to distract him, it was transparent, he pulled out and walked to her face. She looked up at him with a contrived smile and licked her lips invitingly. He smiled back as he picked up the gag. "No! Misses Clarke . . ." she screamed her appeal to the wife as Joe shoved the ball into her mouth and buckled the harness painfully tight. All that escaped were her muffled whimpers, tears and the saliva that pooled onto the mirror below her.

Nancy returned to Ed and kissed him, she cuffed his wrists behind the chair with the chain of the police cuffs threaded through a dowel, and then reached down and locked the other sets of police cuffs to his ankles before she again straddled his lap and kissed softly. Edward could not remember when he last had any assertive tendencies. He surrendered totally to Sarah for decisions, for daily routines, literally how to do everything. She taught him how she wanted things done and he did them very well. He thought that he should have done something, a thought that began to flee when he remembered Sarah told him to obey. The thought was gone as soon as Nancy spoke.

"Eddie, your wife will be catching up on her punishment now. You will count down as you tell me what happened while I was with Sir Joe in the shower. Okay baby?"

Ed nodded and said, "Yes Ma'am." He sighed as Nancy slipped him inside her and squeezed his cock as she kissed and sucked his tongue. She was amazed at how quickly he recovered for her. She kept his head forward so he could not see Sarah, even if he peaked from under Sarah’s panties that she had just slipped over his head.

Joe briefly walked to the hallway, returned with the belt Sarah wore to work and turned it "inside out." Nancy smiled at the brilliant touch and squeezed Ed deep inside her. Speaking loudly enough for Sarah to hear, Nancy said, "Eddie pet, let’s make this a little more fun,” as she began to ride him gently, "let’s fuck to the rhythm of the count." All Edward could do was moan a “yes” as his head rocked back in pleasure.

As Nancy began her slow ride, Joe rubbed the rough side of the leather down Sarah’s back as he slid his finger over her wet clit again. Sarah moaned, after hearing what Nancy said to Ed and feeling Joe’s touch she thought a forced orgasm punishment was on the way and smiled, then out of reflex tried to look in the mirror with her blindfolded eyes to see what he was rubbing on her back. Joe laughed quietly at the reaction as he rubbed the leather across her face, then up her arm to her fingers, allowing her to feel the buckles on the smooth side. As soon as she identified the belt, she cried and begged for mercy. Joe ignored the muffled screams as Nancy reminded Edward that he was to count down and, with that, a loud crack shot through the room as Joe smacked Sarah's ass with the belt and she screamed into the gag.

"Seventy-nine," Ed said with a whimper. During the pause, he tried to say again it was him who spoke.

CRACK

"Seventy-eight," Ed said with a thrust, as Sarah began to cry for real between screams.

He tried to speak again and Nancy put her hand over his mouth. "Just countdown to ten and then tell me what happened. Only counting down now to ten, baby. She has not trained you as well as I thought," she said as he counted with tears rolling down his face, trying to keep his thrusts in rhythm with the beating. He needed no additional reminder that The Woman of the House told him to obey Misses Clarke at all times.

As Nancy matched Edward’s improving rhythm she said, "Oh baby, this is such a good ride. Now, if I do not get the truth by the time you get to zero, Sir Joe will be mad and keep beating her even if she passes out. Not even her kidneys will be spared." Nancy confirmed that Edward knew something about corporal punishment safety as he began to subside, but still tried to keep rhythm with the count. Sarah tried to scream, "Tell her truth," but not a syllable was understandable.

When Ed got to ten, Nancy asked Joe to pause and asked Ed what happened. Sarah's cries were getting weak. He knew that the truth was the only thing to keep things from getting more severe, so he did and Nancy gave Joe the signal to continue. Sarah was quiet by the time the last five lashes were given. She was bruised and unconscious, but not bleeding.

"How many words were said, Eddie? Think carefully before you answer."

Ed counted in his mind and answered with a whimper, "Eleven, Misses Clarke."

"Eleven it is," and she nodded at Joe, then kissed and fucked Ed deeply as Joe beat Sarah with eleven more powerful whacks.

"Now, Eddie, you two will learn to behave by morning, understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Nancy looked back to Joe and said, "Sir, thank you for my new Pet. May I have some privacy with him? He needs a reward."

Joe responded, "Yes, My Kitten." He released the bonds of the still unconscious Misses Kneeler, put her over his shoulder as Nancy removed the panties from Ed's head, and unlocked his ankles.

"Oh, Sir, when you are done she needs to be in the guest bedroom, not the little bitch princess' room."

Joe did not have to ask Nancy to expand. Her orders were to scope out the space and make things fit within the plan. She sent him a detailed floor plan with activity notes when she used the den computer. He accepted her word.

Joe dumped Sarah onto Edward’s small bed and locked the door. He noted an additional lock that only worked from the outside. He did not bother waking her gently; he began screwing her like a fresh corpse. When Sarah woke, all she could do was whimper. His only order was "Be sexy, bitch." She tried her best to comply as she spiraled deep into "subspace," doing whatever told without question, rubbing her stockings and heels up and down Joe’s legs, trying to moan, purr, and giggle.

Nancy decided to refresh Edward on romantic skills, helping him begin slow was not the problem, getting him to get intense was. They made love until Edward was sore again and empty, then cuddled and kissed until Joe returned for another cock cleaning. Before he was released to join Misses Kneeler in the guest room, Edward replaced the sheets and wiped the dresser with the old ones before he sent them down to the laundry room. Nancy rubbed his cuff-marked ankles with salve from Joe's overalls. He was instructed to use it to care for Sarah's bruising and Nancy gave him two pills before Joe escorted him to the guest room.

At the guest room door Joe told Ed, in an unexpected voice of sophistication, "You get to be with my new bitch for four hours, including getting her ready for breakfast. You have dressed her in a corset, stockings, and shoes before, yes?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good boy, then you should know how long to plan for that. When you get in there, if she is hungry, you can knock on the door and, if we hear it, you both can have dinner with Misses Clarke and me. She needs to be showered, dressed, and in heavy makeup by six. Got it?"

"Yes Sir."

Joe unlocked the door and let Ed open it to enter. The Woman of the House was under the covers, curled in the fetal position, sobbing. As the door closed behind him, he heard the familiar sound of the deadbolt close. He leaped to the side of the bed. "I have something for your bruises. Are you hungry, Ma’am?"

"Not if it means being around them, Pet," she cried softly and then smiled. She was so glad to see him and it dawned on her that it had been so long since she felt that way. "Ed, please kiss me first? Please?"

"Of course," he responded and timidly kissed her lips. She winced in pain as she threw her sore arms around him.

"I want to make love to you but . . . so sore . . ."

Before Sarah could finish, an enormous wave of passion engulfed Edward. He had to have her and he was not going to take no for an answer. He quickly rubbed the salve on his cock and then plunged into her.

"Ed, please, I can't, too sore . . ."

"She gave me pills, I can't help it, I'm sorry Mistress," he said as he began to ravish her. The erectile enhancer and low dosage of Ecstasy were working on him just as Nancy planned.

Sarah’s revived feelings of love, mixed with her not-yet-extinct desire for survival and her now deep submission overrode the pain as she took him until his doses subsided. Whatever it was, she wished she had given it to him when they were dating. It was the first time he ever took her like that. She giggled like a schoolgirl and thanked him, like it was her first pleasurable time all over again. Edward could not believe she thanked him and he thanked her back, removed her heels and tattered stockings, and remnants of her blouse, and then rubbed in the salve on her legs, ass, back and wrists. He set an alarm for morning and whispered to her what they had to do when they woke.

"Ed, we need to do what they say until we are out of this. I'm sorry that I've made you so helpless," she cried,

"I really, really am. I didn't realize what I'd done to you . . ."

"Mistress, please, I will do what you say. Anything you say. You need your rest. I do for you willingly."

Sarah sunk into sleep she could tell Edward that she loved him. "I love you," were the last words from his lips before closing his eyes, just like every night before.

6. Morning

Sarah was not used to wake-ups from her husband. It was not her style, no matter how many times other subs, switches and dominants told her that it was something every woman should have on their submissive spouse’s to-do list. She did not want to be bothered before she got up on her own. Edward could lay her clothes out, bring in coffee, and toast while she showered, never before. That day, Edward waited as long as he could after shutting off the alarm before waking The Woman of the House, knowing this was an exception.

"Ma’am? Miss Sarah?" he whispered every name she allowed him to call her, finally she woke to "Mistress."

"Are they gone yet, baby?" She kissed him passionately and he kissed back, wanting to accept the new affection, but knowing she would be severely injured if they wasted any time. She stretched, surprised that she was not sore like she expected. "Oh, I feel like a new woman! I wonder what is in that stuff you rubbed on me? Please tell me that was a bad dream last night?"

"Sorry, no Ma’am, I need to get you ready."

Sarah’s face sunk. She nodded yes and let her Pet quickly refresh her memory, and then she led the way. Ed heard Joe unlock the door earlier; Ed opened it for Sarah and followed her to the master bedroom. Joe was sitting up, propped against the big pillows. He looked like he was in the middle of a magazine shoot. The image in her mind of what she did the night before, combined with the image of the late-forties/early fifties "hunk" in her bed caused her to smile and stumble half of a step; the feeling of warmth inside took her by surprise.

"Ed bitch, get a fucking shirt or robe on yourself,” Joe barked as the under-the-covers lump at his crotch moved, it was Nancy’s head. Sarah nodded yes at Ed as she entered the master bath and leaned against the wall, not believing that she had just felt a feeling of attraction to that rapist. Ed retrieved his robe and joined her, taking it off in the bathroom and asking permission to enter the shower to speed things up.

Sarah grabbed his hand and pulled him in, then wondered why she did not have him wash her before. His hands were so sensual. It was so beautiful and loving. Reality and history jumped to mind, she had not allowed him to touch her intimately in years. It started when he thought she was mad at him and he did not touch her all day. He thought it would only anger her more, but Sarah did not know that. When she woke with his arms around her, she yelled at him, but only out of surprise, and the touching stopped. It gave her the opportunity to see others more, since he never objected. Days became weeks, and now nearly a decade without the usual intimacy of a marriage. Sarah wanted to cry, but choked it back, kissed Edward, and then cried in his open, wet mouth. They soaped and cleaned each other together, then dried each other with the big fluffy white towels. Sarah thought, 'Things are going to be different from now on. He will be my husband again and I his wife, with showers like this at least twice per day!' Sarah sat under the hair drier as Edward applied her makeup like a professional. Custom formulated base, keyed to her skin-tone. Red and maroon eye shadow, heavy black eyeliner, heavy blush, bright red lipstick. The couple emerged, she in a towel, he in his robe.

"Lose the towel, bitch," Joe commanded and Sarah dropped it on the dresser as the couple walked toward the closet.

"Misses Kneeler, your outfit for the morning is there in the dressing corner," Nancy called out as her head popped up from the covers. Nancy was a bit miffed that even Sarah’s feet were ‘perfect’ as she walked naked across the room.

As they approached, all was familiar to them both. Ed knelt down and held the heavily boned black and red leather corset as Sarah stepped into it, and then he worked it up into position and began to tighten the laces to Sarah’s normal like - snug around her 20" waist. Just then, it dawned on Sarah that Nancy and Joe must have been in her closet. She never let anybody in there, not Edward, not even her most frequent and trusted playmates. Her sense of violation returned.

"Turn, bitch. Let me see the back," said Joe and the couple obeyed. "Tighter, no gap."

Sarah bit her lip as Edward answered, "Yes, Sir Joe," and paused for Sarah to exhale before tightening the laces. She felt like her waist was now smaller than 18". Next, her garter belt and stockings. Edward rolled the sheer black stockings up her long, perfect legs, keeping the seams straight, and clipped on the four straps. Next, the black lace panties with red ribbon and then Ed presented the 6” spike heel red satin pumps and Sarah stepped into each one. A red leather collar was on the table, Nancy and Joe must have brought with them. It read "bitch" in brass letters across the front and had strange lumps along the sides. Edward buckled it on to the proper snugness.

"Misses Kneeler, don’t forget your wig. We don’t want the wrong people recognizing you."

The announcement set Sarah back. She wanted to ask who was going to see her and where, but knew it was of no use and would only make matters worse. Edward put her freshly combed, long blonde hair up, and then applied the selected long black wig. The wig was attached to a latex hood, with ear holes, that exposed her face from forehead to chin and served to keep the wig in place, even if pulled hard. He managed to do it without smearing her makeup. As soon as she was dressed, she walked to the dresser as if on cue to model the outfit for Joe and Nancy.

Joe got out of bed, looked at Edward and barked, "Bitch, get my duster." He obeyed immediately. Seeing Joe’s body again sent another wave through Sarah, ending in wetness between her legs as Edward returned from the closet and held the long coat open for Joe. Joe donned it, and then snapped it shut at the bottom. He snapped a leash onto Sarah’s 'bitch' collar and said, "Crawl. Heel." Sarah obeyed, and resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the cliché Dominant ritual. "Be sexy, bitch" is all he said to force a smile from her as she followed him to the kitchen, negotiating the steps perfectly as she had done with so many before. As they passed her home office, Sarah noted the almost invisible thread she kept jammed at the bottom of the door was not disturbed. At least nobody found the key and got in there.

The kitchen was a disaster. While Sarah and Ed slept, the guest couple had eaten half the food Edward prepared. Apparently, Nancy got to eat some from the floor, or something. Her cigarette ashes were everywhere too. Entering the kitchen, collared, leashed and on all fours, was another deep violation to Sarah. Her kitchen was off limits for play. Joe sat in the big chair with Sarah kneeling at the base, yet another violation if her chair.

"Okay, bitch, you are going to order some breakfast. Here is the number and the list."

Sarah looked it over; this was going to cost a fortune. “Sir Joe, um, they will probably want a credit card number before . . .”

He slapped her hard and said, "Stand. Go get your purse."

Sarah obeyed, remembering to be 'sexy' and used her finest strut into the living room as Joe watched her. "Be sexy" must have been his favorite command. The thought of her helpless husband in the 'care' of Nancy overrode thought of bolting for the door and running to the neighbors. She thought, 'At least Ed still responds to me, Nancy is not going to be able to steal him, especially after the next time I get some privacy with him.' She returned to the kitchen and began to open her purse; Joe slapped it away, "Tell them that you are paying cash."

"Yes Sir," she said nervously, confused by the senseless set of orders. His accent sounded familiar as she finally noticed what Ed noticed last night, he is not some hick. The familiarity was odd, like a Harvard or Yale accent, similar to some of the college boys Suzanne dated in Boston. Her attraction to him built faster than she could suppress it. She dialed the kitchen phone and placed the order for the $200 breakfast. Surprisingly, they accepted cash payments and would be there soon.

Sarah had not noticed Joe had gone to the living room while she was on the phone. When she hung up Joe called out, "Bitch, get in here." On the way, she realized that she did not have that much cash in the house. "Here is how it goes. You greet the delivery people, have them set it up in here in the living room and then they do what they want with you, no marks. They leave, you stay. Got it?"

"But Sir, I don’t have $200 in the house . . ."

"Then they will want to do more. And I said no marks, so you tell them that and you figure out the rest. If they start getting too rough, just call my name in any manner," he said as he pulled a pistol from a hidden holster in his duster. The sight of the pistol caused Sarah to scream. "Don’t worry, bitch. It is not for you, as long as you behave. It is backup for them, in case they get forget their manners. You sit in here and start feeling sexy, I’ll be in the kitchen."

While Joe filled Sarah in on her morning 'roleplay,' Nancy dressed Edward in her bra and panty set from the night before and had him dance on the mirrored dresser for her while she watched from the bed, touching herself. If her pumps had fit him, he would have been wearing them too. He was more than willing to entertain her, accompanied by loud "stripper" music. After a few songs, Nancy turned on the monitors for a view of the first floor to see Joe leaving Sarah in the living room. She noted the look on Sarah’s face, her fake smile left as soon as Joe turned his back. Nancy always thought Sarah’s smile and perky manner at work was a put-on. Now she knew this one was the fake.

Nancy turned off the music and called Ed to the bed. “Yes Ma’am,” he exclaimed with a sincere smile, jumped off the dresser, kicked a gymnastic split, and pranced to the bed. Nancy turned down a corner of the bed and smiled back, inviting him in to cuddle with her.

"I have a little treat for you and you need to show it to The Woman of the House just after Sir Joe and I leave. It is very important that you persuade her to watch all of it before she calls anybody, understand? I do not want my boss getting herself into any trouble."

Ed lost his smile for a moment, when Misses Clarke used the word "understand." "Yes Misses Clarke, I understand and I will make sure she watches it before calling anybody."

"Good boy," she purred the only sexy tone in her palate. Edward almost forgot the grating quality of her regular voice. She slipped his hand to her thigh and she placed hers on the panties that covered his hard cock. The only time he wore women’s clothes was when the once-in-a-blue-moon guest of Sarah’s that wanted to humiliate him while using her. Never before had a woman let him wear the clothes she had just worn and it was a surprising turn-on to him. Everything about Misses Clarke was becoming a turn-on to him. Nancy put a card into a socket on the network box atop the dresser and asked Ed to pull it up on a side monitor. The program data at the bottom of the image showed thirty minutes. "Now, Ed, she will know where all of these scenes were shot and by no means are they all we have, understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," he stammered while losing his erection.

"Nice that you understand this is serious. She is so lucky to have a bright one like you!" she said as they watched scenes of several Mercedes sedans that Sarah owned in recent years, arriving at various locations. To the uninformed viewer, they were nondescript buildings and houses. "Watch this last one, it is important, make sure she remembers who this one is." Edward watched as Sarah arrived at a beautiful house in the most expensive neighborhood in town, driving her current white Mercedes and parked next to a red Porsche in the driveway. He really did not know why that one would be important, so he made a mental note. What he could tell is they were all archived movies that looked as if they were recorded by security cameras around town.

Edward began to pull away from Nancy, she pulled him back and cuddled him. "Don’t worry, baby, if everybody cooperates, Misses Kneeler will have a better job, so will I and we will all be very intimate friends," she laughed, her voice became a sonic torture again. “If not, she will be in and out of court with angry wives and husbands wanting to kill her and you two will have plenty of others to entertain with your talents.” Edward trembled and clung to her as she turned off that monitor and they concentrated on the main show in the living room.

7. Breakfast

Sarah gulped and summoned her smile to answer the door. In the monitor she saw four large men, the smallest as big as Joe, holding big insulated bags. She gently opened the heavy oak door, peeked around the edge with her body hidden behind and pointed to the coffee table. “Right over there, boys,” she giggled sweetly.

The youngest of the group grumbled to the man in front of him in a “street” accent, “Bitch called us boys?”

Sarah groaned inside, her new name for the weekend was ‘bitch,’ apparently.

The men checked her out, smiled looking her up and down as they walked toward the table, no longer looking where they were going. "Hey little lady, you are lookin’ f-i-n-e!" said the second man. The senior of the group told the rest to calm down, "Two hundred, before they get too excited." He had seen attention whores before; they just slowed down deliveries and dented his profits.

Sarah blushed. "Um, yea, well, you see, I don’t have any cash, and . . ."

The youngest, who must have been at least 6’ 6”, grabbed Sarah by the wig and yanked her against the wall shouting, "I took the order, bitch, you said motha fuckin’ cash!"

Sarah yelped in fear, "I know, I know, but I don’t have it, I’ll do anything, I swear, anything without marks!"

The young man licked her face and groped her exposed breasts; her already erect nipples became rock hard. "Oh yea, lilly-white bitch, you sure will."

The eldest of the group walked over and grabbed the young man’s arm. His speech changed dramatically. "You Nigga’s been tellin’ stories of yo’ buddies about finding rich white bitches like this for a while. How much you got?"

The young man looked puzzled, one of the other two said, "seven-five" and the other said the same. The boss shoved the younger one and said again, "how much?"

"I got about that, or can get it."

The older man laughed, "I ain’t been a pimp since I was a boy, I still need two hundred for all this,” he said looking straight at the young man. "Give it up, but the King go first. Gots yo’ camera?"

The young one pulled a small video camera from his leather jacket and showed it off with a smile as the workers surrendered their money to the older man. The boss grabbed Sarah roughly by the arm, unbuckled his pants on the way to the loveseat, and shoved her to her knees. She pulled down his pants and boxers as he sat; his giant ass sank into the white leather as she got her 'high class escort' role going in her mind. His belly sagged and he was already hard, much bigger than she expected for a man of his age and weight.

"Fi’m it porn style, Leo! Bitch, you act porn style too. Leo, that motha’ fucka’ got sound?"

"Yea man."

"Yes, Master, please fill my white ho mouth with your royal cum," Sarah begged, hoping to get them aroused enough to get things over with quickly.

"Maurice, get in back, take a hole. We not messin’ here all motha’ fuckin’ day."

The youngest recorded the hour-long performance of his three coworkers, and the boss took the camera when it was the young man’s turn. He turned out to be the most romantic of the bunch, getting naked and making Sarah lay on her back on the sofa as he fucked her missionary style. Perhaps he forgot that her mouth had just taken a load of the boss' cum, maybe he couldn’t resist kissing her, but he made passionate love to the “rich white bitch” on her sofa. She played up a hot, romantic scene with him, moaning as if she loved it, but nothing she did dented his stamina. He felt like he could go on forever.

When they finished, Sarah was weak and panting, like she was after her first time with Joe the night before. She could feel the cum running from her pussy and onto her expensive sofa cushion. At least none of them took her ass, that would be a stain requiring new furniture. She rolled over onto her side, rubbed her left leg over the right, and thanked the men with a sweet smile.

The boss approached her, his ‘reasonable’ demeanor had changed, he grabbed her wig and barked, "Bitch, I still need two hunna’ from you."

Sarah became terrified, "Sir, I don’t have it, I swear! I’ll do you all again if you want, anything . . ."

"Anything? Gets yo' fur coat, you gonna make us some motha' fuckin' cash."

Joe did not need to hear his name from Sarah, that was enough. He walked out of the kitchen, into the living room, his Colt 1911 at the ready, and said, “Boys, that’s enough. She doesn’t go anywhere. Give her the memory card from the camera. Now.” He pointed the pistol straight at the boss.

"Gentlemen, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Give the lady the card and let us depart," he said as the youngest complied. Sarah took the card and ran behind Joe, shaking and hugging him, and then the men quietly left.

"Thank you Sir," she sobbed. A moment later, she wondered why she was thanking him as she looked at the soiled white living room and thought about what she had done. Somehow, what she had done with the men was the least of it. She had done scenes like that plenty of times, but it was a lover that she selected who directed the action, with trusted guests of the Dominant. He walked her back into the kitchen and guided her onto the tall chair. She felt a wave of confusion pass over her, being able to sit in The Woman’s Chair, as it was known in her household.

"Ready to take a rest, bitch?" Joe asked, not expecting an answer.

"Yes Sir Joe, thank you for giving me an opportunity to rest," she said as he took the memory card from her hand.

As soon as she relaxed, she heard the familiar sound of duct tape and Joe wrapped it around her heaving breasts and upper arms, taping her to the chair. He wrapped a few layers around her mouth, then her forearms were taped to the chair arms, and lastly, he taped her legs together. As he tore the tape off after wrapping Sarah’s thighs together, he said, "That must be the only way to keep your slut knees together, right bitch?" Sarah stared at him for a second and nodded yes, interrupting her thought of another pair of $50 stockings ruined. As soon as she was taped to her ‘throne,’ Nancy entered with Edward, still wearing her bra and panties, she wore only her satin blouse and heels from yesterday.

"Eddie, Pet, be a dear and clear the table, bring in the breakfast."

"Yes Misses Clarke."

"Eddie, what did I say before we came down?"

"Oh, sorry, Ma'am." He walked to his wife and kissed her taped mouth. "Good morning, Princess." Her eyes grew wide. That was an honorific she hated and never wanted anybody to call her, especially him. He then turned to Joe and said, "Thank you for allowing me to watch the show, Sir Joe. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Joe stood silently, leaving his duster on the chair and bringing his now growing cock close to Sarah’s hand. "Guide me into princess bitch’s hand."

Sarah sighed through her nose, relieved that they were not going to make Edward hurt her. The confusing signals scrambled her head. A secure taping to a chair was no big deal, until it dawned on her that they were humiliating her in her own house, in a room she never allowed play in before, especially treating her this way in this chair. Somehow, Nancy taking over her husband was moving from the bottom to the top of the list. Her bubble of emotional protection exploded and she started to cry in humiliation as she gently jerked Joe off until he shot another morning load of cum, all over her corset, face, and the chair. Nancy took the liberty to clean Joe as she fondled Sarah’s helpless legs, trying to reach a bony finger between Sarah’s thighs to touch her cum-soaked panties. It did not work. Edward continued prancing between the living room and kitchen arranging the breakfast, his cock visibly hard again in Nancy’s lace panties.

After cleaning Joe, Nancy spit mixture of her saliva and Joe’s ejaculate into Sarah’s face. “So, Princess, nice throne you have here! You get to preside over the breakfast feast!” With that, the group sat down to eat. Nancy directed Edward to prepare a plate for Sarah first. "The Princess is always served first, Edward."

"Yes Misses Clarke," he said with a smile. Then he prepared a plate for Joe, as Joe directed, then one for Nancy and last, his own with the identical items and portions that Nancy had on hers.

Joe looked at Sarah’s plate, and then looked back at the rest of the food on the table. "It’s wrong to waste all of this food. There are children starving in DC! Bitch, put the rest on princess bitch’s plate. She doesn’t look like she appreciates the breakfast I selected for us."

Edward sensed trouble and followed Joe’s orders. Maybe he was just confused and this was what it was like in a scene. He wondered what was going on, there was no way Sarah could eat with her mouth taped. It must be part of the game and he began feeling grateful that did not treat him like her. He remembered from years ago, Sarah let him watch a session of hers on a monitor where she was brutalized and was sore for a week. She had to wear long sleeves and knee high boots for days to hide all of the bruises. It seemed horrible, she cried a lot more that time than she cried since the Nancy arrived and still smiled afterwards. He completed his duties and finished his breakfast with the others.

"Master, princess bitch still hasn’t touched a thing," Nancy said to Joe, shaking her head.

"So I see . . ."

Sarah began to figure out the setup again, or so she thought. This was a level of mental torture play she never agreed to with anybody before. She tried to anticipate what was coming, waived her hands in protest, and then tried to call out.

At Joe’s nod, Nancy went to the knife block and selected a small, sharp blade. Sarah could hear her heels click on the tile as Nancy approached her from the back. With a muffled shriek, Nancy jerked Sarah’s back, her neck pivoting against the top of the chair. "Part your lips, princess, we all know you can do that. I don’t want to cut them and displease my Master."

Sarah was lost again, but she complied as tears ran down her makeup-smeared face. Nancy carefully cut a slit through the tape, between Sarah’s lips. Joe asked Sarah if she was cut and she shook her head sobbing, "No, Sir Joe."

He patted Nancy’s ass as a reward, then called to Ed, "Bitch, feed the princess."

"Yes Sir Joe," Edward answered and approached Sarah’s side.

Nancy handed him a big spoon, and then, with Sarah’s knife and fork, began cutting up the meats on the plate. "Eddie, Pet, nothing that I haven’t cut up for the princess. We don’t want her choking."

Sarah finally came out of her surprise enough to protest again. "I can’t eat that much! That is much too much food!"

Joe had had enough of Sarah’s complaining and pulled a small black device from his pocket. He slid a switch on the side with his thumb, revealing a red dot, and then pressed the green dot on the front. Sarah jerked and yelped as the electric shock jolted her throat. When she relaxed, Joe did it again; she jerked, yelped, peed on her chair, and began to cry harder.

"Feed her, bitch, every scrap."

Edward began to feed her as gently as possible, making sure she swallowed before presenting another spoonful. The mashed potatoes where now mixed in with the green beans and eggs. Sausage, bacon, and ham were jumbled together. As Nancy finished her last cuts, she cautioned Edward. “No large pieces, we do not want princess choking,” she laughed and left the kitchen with Joe.

"Every fucking scrap." Joe said as he reached the stairs.

They heard what sounded like Nancy going out the front door and Joe’s heavy walk going up the steps. Nancy returned and went upstairs to join Joe as Edward dutifully stuffed The Woman of the House. When he paused, Sarah panted, "I’m okay, I’m okay, just get it over with. They aren’t messing around, they’ll hurt us. Try to go faster."

Edward remembered what he had seen in the video upstairs and silently resumed feeding her. One hour later, they were not done and Sarah was groaning from the pain in her stomach. Joe called for Edward as Nancy returned to the kitchen wearing a tight red leather jacket and skirt, sheer red stockings and red pumps, heavier makeup than she usually wore to work. In a matter-of-fact tone, she leaned to Sarah’s ear and said, "Misses Kneeler, this kitchen is a fucking mess, and you left more than half of your breakfast uneaten. You never leave it like this before leaving the house, do you? Are you always so wasteful?"

Sarah’s aching, straining belly wanted to erupt as she answered, "No, no Misses Clarke, my home is never left like this, and we never waste things."

"Well, your husband is a little busy and you have an appointment with my seamstress soon."

"Misses Clarke, can you release me so I can clean up?" Sarah could not believe she was asking her secretary and tormentor a question like that, in that way, as if this was a roleplay session with one of her regular couples.

As soon as Sarah asked properly, Nancy began cutting the tape. Without hesitation, Sarah packed the remaining food into one of the boxes and placed it in the refrigerator; she wiped the table, mopped her chair, and then wiped them all down. She was moving like a whirlwind in tall satin pumps, ruined from her own urine that leaked onto them. She took the remaining delivery boxes to the garage and was shocked that the garage door was open; the cans were at the curb. Nancy followed her and whispered, "Do you really think the neighbors are unaware of what goes on here?" Sarah gulped, thinking that they really did not, and then walked smartly in her soiled outfit to deposit the boxes. She returned to clean the living room, thinking some of these stains may never come out. She surprised herself with how well she cleaned the leather sofa cushions, even the brown streak the biggest man left on the loveseat came out.

8. Appointment Time

When Sarah finished, Nancy was standing by with one of Sarah’s garment bags. "Misses Kneeler, this is your outfit for your appointment. Clean up and change in Suzanne’s room, use her makeup too. The master bedroom is booked," she said as if they were in the office and an appointment location had changed.

"Misses Clarke, can you help me with my corset?"

"Misses Kneeler, no, that is outside of my duties. Nothing wrong with wearing that beautiful item out, you know," she said with a smug tone and laugh, having anticipated the request.

Sarah took the bag and made sure to hold her smile until at the top of the stairs. She heard loud, thumping industrial music coming from the master bedroom as she passed. She did not want to know what Edward was going through, but she was glad he was behaving and avoiding more punishment for them. The heft of the bag was puzzling. Curiously, she unzipped it, saw her favorite classic navy blue pinstripe suit, and smiled. Then she looked for the blouse, none. "This jacket is cut too wide to wear without a blouse . . . oh shit," she whispered as she saw the boots. White thigh-high boots with 5” heels. Sarah was disgusted, but not as disgusted as she was with what she was still wearing. She stripped, and then tried to get the corset off. It seemed to take forever, but she finally untied the laces with the help of a mirror. Then she began to figure out how to loosen them and finally got it to move. Her full belly and bladder were not helping. Eventually she stepped out of it. A glance at the mirror gave her the image she was pregnant again. ‘Thank God they can’t breed me now,’ her next thought flashed through her head. She made sure the stockings, heels went into the wastebasket, the corset, and wig could stay on top of the hamper until Edward got to it. A quick sit to pee before a trip into the shower.

Suzanne’s makeup stayed on the pink side, from rose to hot. She made due and still thought she looked like a child who got to wear makeup for the first time in junior high. She searched for the bra and panty set. Of course, nothing but white fishnets, the suit and boots, no underwear. She grudgingly put it all on. Sarah really did not mind the way that the jacket looked. She was not so big breasted that she spilled out or anything. The boots and stockings, those were the problem. They did not match the suit at all and were out of season. At least the cut of the suit hid her bulging belly and it was fully lined, no slip needed. She emerged clean, her long straight blonde hair in a ponytail to her lower back, and hurried downstairs.

"Misses Clarke, where is my appointment?"

"I’ll drive and show you," Nancy said as she flashed Sarah’s car keys, handing Sarah her purse. Sarah fumed as Nancy drove the new Mercedes like a maniac. Sarah recognized the truck in her driveway, as one she had seen around town before, but she did not recognize Joe. The puzzle left her mind as Nancy took a left turn and threw Sarah against the right side of her seat. Was Nancy stock-car driver back in the hills, or wherever the hell she was from? The screen on Sara’s side of the dash ran an odd video of various Mercedes driving up to various homes; she quickly recognized the cars as hers. Then one scene caught her eye, it was her new car arriving at a warehouse and she got out wearing a plain navy-blue suit with black pumps, hair in a long ponytail like now. She looked like she was fresh out of college attending an interview. The scene ended and cut to the next one, her new car arriving at a kink club. Sarah turned red and turned off the monitor as Nancy pretended not to notice. In a short time, they were pulling into a parking lot that was not familiar to Sarah. The row of shops had a crafts store, a lingerie shop, a pawnshop, and a seamstress/tailor store.

"Misses Kneeler, your secretary should dress as well as her boss, especially if they expect to be in the executive ranks."

"True, Misses Kneeler. I will be glad to help you select the appropriate things."

"Don’t forget your corporate AmEx card, Misses Kneeler, you are going to need it."

"Nancy, this has gone far enough. I am not buying you a new wardrobe!"

"Misses Kneeler . . ."

"No Nancy! No!"

Nancy locked the doors from her side and pressed the button to tint the windows black so nobody could see in, turned, slapped Sarah’s pink painted face hard, and grabbed a fistful of hair, shoving Sarah against the passenger window. "Listen, princess, if I don’t report back to Master Joe that I have the right wardrobe on order, he is taking Eddie to 'boys town' with a camera and a wad of money, then sell it as an undercover report of teen male sex abuse. If that doesn’t work, I am sure I can find some teens, besides the one you performed with this morning, for you to star with on camera. Oh, by-the-way, that little video you turned off? Eddie has a copy and instructions to show it to you. If you do not realize the importance of the scenes, ask him what I mentioned."

Sarah’s mind flashed back to her first marriage at Nancy’s mention of sex with minors. She was in her early twenties, just after Sarah was born, she and her Dominant husband went to a weekend long party. He selected her partners, as always, but part of it had her in severe sensory deprivation. For over a day she could feel people taking her any way they wanted, no pain, just sex. She could not see or hear any of them. Mark had tried to pair her with under-age teens before, it was something he got off on, apparently, but she always kept that as a “hard limit.” Later, she found the tapes and watched every second of them, at least ten of the boys looked under age to her and it was the last straw. She destroyed the tapes, left him, and got full custody of Suzanne in the divorce. That was the only thing Sarah could think of that could be used against her, besides the video from the breakfast delivery, if the kid was under age. Then she remembered the warehouse scene and all the cars she parked with hers. It was a 'fake interview' fantasy that she set up with some of her favorite Doms who were still closeted about the D/s scene. She was 'lured' to an interview and 'raped' by the group. It was fun, lots of fetishwear, no pictures inside, no pain, just bondage and sex. They transformed the vacant warehouse into a fabulous dungeon. Still, what could it be? Some of them were married . . .

When Nancy felt Sarah stop struggling, she released her combative grip and turned her around, pulled her close and kissed her. Sarah relaxed into the make-out session, playing along at first, and then getting passionate. Nancy did know how to turn a person on. She really could not blame Edward for playing with another woman either, they discussed and agreed on non-exclusivity before they were married. Her rule for him about cumming without permission was only a rule about cumming to thoughts of her. It seemed to be the only thing he never really grasped, or he just enjoyed deepening his self-imposed servitude. Sarah stopped thinking and gave in to her bubbling libido. When the blushing, passionate, and very wet Sarah came up for air, it took her a second to notice Nancy turned the windows back to clear and Sarah was atop Nancy in the driver’s seat. She rolled off her secretary back into the passenger seat, sighed, and said, "Let’s go shopping."

Sarah wondered how they were going to get away with using her corporate card on clothes for Nancy. She played along, thinking she could just pay it off with other funds. She stopped and asked, "Misses Clarke, if I use the corporate card it will show up in the audits. Purchases like this are flagged."

"Nice to know, use one of your own if you like, but the company really should be paying for this just like they do the janitor’s uniforms, there are ways around those audits too,” Nancy said as she smiled and unlocked the doors. Sarah did her best to look comfortable in what she thought looked like an exotic dancer’s "first song" outfit. Every eye was on them while they were making out in the car and every eye followed them into the seamstress’ shop. By the end of the day, Nancy had five new outfits for work on order. She handed the keys to Sarah and they drove back to the house. Sarah was relieved that there was not a stop at a strip joint in store today, a scene she had done before but did not want to with Nancy. As they arrived, Sarah noticed the truck was gone.

"Oh, our men must be out having fun," Nancy giggled.

Sarah began to giggle with her, and then felt panic. "Misses Clarke, having fun where?"

"Don’t be alarmed, Misses Kneeler. I sent a text to Master Joe that you performed properly. They are not there, getting in trouble, if that is what you are worried about."

"Misses Clarke, promise me they are not there?" Sarah begged, as if she had any pull in this situation, as if Nancy would even tell her the truth.

"Yes, I promise."

9. Relaxing

Nancy moved her car so Sarah could pull the Mercedes into the garage, then parked behind her in the driveway. As they walked upstairs, Sarah was actually in a great mood. Nancy guided the pair to the master bedroom, closed the door, and lit a joint.

"Misses Clarke! We have drug screening coming up!"

"Relax, we are not on the list. I can’t have my new executive getting into trouble like that and neither can I."

"But how are we not on the list, how do you know?"

"Misses Kneeler, there are some things I take care of that my boss does not need to know the details about. I need to protect you. Let’s just say the Workplace Safety Officer knows not to cross me?" She took a drag and leaned up to Sarah to blow a long puff into her mouth with a kiss. It had been so long since Sarah had gotten high, and this was much stronger than anything she had before. This stuff immediately relaxed her and she climbed onto the bed with Nancy. They took turns blowing smoke into each other mouths until it was all gone and Nancy laid the roach in the incense tray on the nightstand. Sarah saw her pearls, still sitting where Nancy left them the day before, then turned and in a slow-motion version of their make-out session in the car, the women kissed and pleasured each other, and then slowly stripped each other of their jackets and skirts, neither of them wearing anything else besides stockings and heels. Each showed the other how she could pleasure, with kisses, fingers, and tongues. Nancy kept things calm and beautiful. Finally Sarah needed to use the bathroom again and Nancy followed her in, straddled her and continued gently kissing Sarah’s soft lips and hard nipples as she did her business and they went back to bed. Nancy let Sarah’s exhaustion catch up to her, cuddling her and letting her drift off to sleep. Sarah purred like a kitten. Even in her sleep, Sarah could feel Nancy cuddling her.

After slipping away from Sarah, Nancy found one of Sarah’s baby doll nighties. The sheer black lace and red ribbon accents were a fantastic match for her stockings and heels. She arrived in the living room just in time to greet Joe and Edward and gave them both deep, passionate kisses. "How was the little outing?"

"The boy was great company, good catch," Joe said, mussing Edwards’s hair, drawing a smile from him.

"Misses Clarke, yes, I had a lot of fun. Sir Joe sure knows some great places to hang," Ed said as he dutifully went back to the truck and brought in two bags of groceries, and then prepared lunch for Joe and Nancy.

After lunch, Nancy took Edward by the hand, led him to Suzanne’s room, and locked the door. He was nervous, but did not voice any objection as Nancy looked through Suzanne’s wardrobe. He felt shame when he saw Sarah’s outfit from the morning and he did not have an opportunity to empty the trash or clean the corset and wig. Nancy asked Ed to shave his face with one of Suzanne’s leg razors and make it very smooth. He did as ordered and the order actually calmed him. He was very happy getting to participate in Sarah’s play the entire weekend. Misses Clarke’s attention and praise made him feel fantastic, it added to his joy of pleasing Sarah’s guests and her. As soon as his face was shaved, Nancy asked him to shave his pubic area and underarms very smooth and found some small scissors for him. She noticed some Neosporin in the bathroom and directed Edward to use it before the shaving cream. He undressed and shaved all of the fine brown hair away, washed and stood for inspection, his cock stood at attention too. The rest of his body was hairless.

"Very good, Edward," she said as she kissed him. "Now, run a bath, we both need to clean up before I take you out for some more fun."

'Two outings in one day?' he thought. This really was the "someday" Sarah had promised ever since they began sleeping in separate bedrooms. When the bath was ready, he reported to Misses Clarke, who asked him to prepare her. He removed her pretty red shoes, rolled down her stockings, and slipped the nightie over her head. She took him by the hand again, into the bathroom and invited him into the tub. He was more than happy to join her; it was his first time taking a bath with a woman. If he had not cum so much at the “glory hole” club Joe took him to, he would have shot semen all over Nancy.

Nancy noticed the monitor high above the showerhead and asked Ed to show Sarah’s room, with sound. He did not know if Suzanne’s monitor would accept a voice command from him. To his surprise, it did and showed Sarah sleeping soundly, still in white boots and fishnets, on her giant bed. She looked so serine, so calm. She looked like an angel to Edward.

"Edward, what are these round red marks on your ass?" Nancy asked without touching, fearing they must hurt.

"Punishment from Sir Joe, Ma’am, when we were at the 'Men’s Locker Club'," he said almost crying and hanging his head in shame.

"Oh, for breakfast, right?"

"Yes Ma'am, for The Woman of the House and me not following the orders properly."

"He put something on them, didn’t he?"

"Yes Ma’am, after he let them sting for a while."

"Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes Ma’am, I did."

Nancy smiled and offered Ed a sponge, took one for herself and the submissives playfully soaped and cleaned each other. Nancy wondered how long Joe was going to nap before taking his new bitch again. She did not wonder long. Nancy admired the graceful elk-like gait of her husband as he entered quietly, slowly undressed, and took his new girl with gusto.

Sarah woke to the pleasant surprise of Sir Joe’s full hardness deep inside her and she was wetter than she ever remembered. If she was startled at all, she forgot it forever. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as her lips parted for his kiss. His tongue probed her deeply, she sucked it and swirled hers with his. Finally, a deep, passionate kiss from this hunk of a man! The spike heels of her boots gently raked his ass and back of his legs. His tempo changed, frequently surprising her but never disappointing. His cock fit just right in her, bringing her closer and closer to climax. His gentle, but firm, strong hands expertly fondling her perfect breasts. He only broke their kisses to make a kissing journey down her neck to a willing nipple. His powerful dominance was like a drug, more powerful than any. Through her passionate purrs and panting, after what seemed like an eternity, she could not hold back any more, arching and bucking she asked, “Sir, may i?” she said with a distinct, submissive "i".

"Yes, baby," he answered as he gently squeezed her stiff nipple and gave a powerful series of thrusts. Sarah’s body exploded with the most incredible, powerful orgasm ever. Her loud moans sounded like those of a wild cat as her arms and legs squeezed him, trying to pull him deeper. She wanted him to cum with her; the intensity of her climax prevented her from knowing if he did.

In the Suzanne’s tub, Nancy had Edward atop her, as she watched the monitor she was getting a timid version of what Sarah was getting. The best description that came to mind was a woman with a hot cock fucking her. The thought settled what they were going to do on their outing, just as her orgasm wave crashed through her body and exploded in a moan, not quite as big as Sarah’s.

In the master bedroom, Sarah relaxed her grip and prepared to let Joe slide off and cuddle, she realized that he was not close to finished. His intensity increased and she smiled, sure, she could stand a few more little ones, and settled back to enjoy a real man doing all the work. Her hands reflexively reached for the headboard and he grabbed her wrists tightly. The style of the pair changed from mutual loving to him ‘taking’ whatever he wanted. She feigned resisting a kiss of his, he held both of her supple wrists with one hand and grabbed her chin, and took the kiss that he wanted. Sarah squeezed his cock inside her and another orgasm engulfed her. After several more, Joe’s cum filled and spilled from her, Sarah was reduced again to a panting, purring kitten. He rolled over to the side as she slid down his body to clean his cock and balls. As she was cleaning, she heard a wine bottle open and two glasses filled. Sarah was presented with one as Joe invited her to cuddle at his side against the big, plush pillows. Other than Sarah’s purring and sighs of satisfaction, they relaxed silently, the wine tipping her near the sleeping point again. ‘What am I doing? I didn’t pretend to like that, I loved it. I can’t love being raped for real. I can’t,’ Sarah thought as her eyes closed.

In Suzanne’s bathroom, Edward was not able to match Joe’s stamina, but Nancy was more than satisfied. After Edward was spent, they cuddled together in the tub and watched Joe and Sarah. There was no mistake, Sarah was completely satisfied, it was obvious. Joe was happy, but Nancy knew he was just warming up. Edward hoped that he could someday please her the way others did.

Nancy gave Edward a sweet kiss before they got out of the tub to dry each other and she sat him at the vanity. "Ed, I noticed how well you do Misses Kneeler’s makeup, I want to see how you do on a fresh face."

"Oh, of course Ma'am," he said as he began to get up. Nancy pushed him back down.

"Do your face, see what you can do with Suzanne’s makeup."

Edward had already stopped being puzzled and just did what she said as Nancy left the bathroom and began putting together two outfits. She examined Sarah’s black wig, then dismissed the notion of using it, since the hair was permanently attached to the hood. She put that at the end of the list and checked Ed’s progress and for a peek at the monitor. She noticed Sarah looked asleep again, with Joe nearing that stage.

"Eddie, is there any way for me to send a text message to Sir Joe from here?"

Ed placed the blush brush down. "Yes Ma'am." He touched the monitor on the sink, when it came on he called for the on-screen keyboard and pulled up texting, then the master bedroom monitor as the destination, which also brought up a live image of Joe and Sarah cuddling. Nancy thanked him and turned his head away from the screen. When Joe noticed the message, he nodded yes and waived for her to come in. She shut down the monitor and turned Edward’s head back to his mirror to complete his makeup.

Nancy flashed naked through the master bedroom to Sarah’s closet and found a long curly red wig and a long, straight blonde wig, then dashed back through. Before leaving, she blew Joe a kiss. He motioned to her to lock the door. When she returned to Suzanne’s room, she was amazed at what Edward had done with his face. He was beautiful. She noticed some false eyelashes and told him to put those on too and report to her when ready.

In a few moments, Edward was perfect and getting hard again. Nancy really loved fucking Edward, but she knew there was no way to do that without messing up his makeup and her schedule, but he needed to lose that hard-on for a while. She sat and called him to the edge of the bed and gave him a “pro” blowjob, with porn-star performance moaning. Nancy really loved giving head to both men and women; she was sorry this time had to be so quick. "Ed, get us ready, this is my outfit for tonight, and that one is yours. I hope this is a very special Saturday night for everybody!" Edward got them both dressed, he wore the blonde wig and Nancy, the curly red one, then Nancy drove to a nearby drag club for karaoke night.

As soon as Joe was ready for sex again, he pulled Sarah’s legs apart and started pumping. She took longer to wake this time, but her smile returned with a playful laugh and tried to gently push him back, wanting to rest a bit longer. All Joe did was grab her wrists again and hump her harder, almost a replay of when he did it earlier, but Sarah really wanted to stop. She struggled to no avail and had a feeling of fear, replaced by a deeper submission to a powerful Dom. Sarah whimpered under Joe until he was close, then a wave took her by surprise and she came with him, holding him tight as he subsided. She was feeling weary this time, not just contently tired, as she crawled to his flaccid cock and licked him clean. She returned to the head of the bed, but Joe did not have the inviting look that he showed her before. With his giant 'paw' he grabbed her behind her neck and kissed her hard. Sarah thought she should feel mad, for some reason, but Joe ‘taking’ a kiss sent another rush through her. It did not matter how he kissed she kissed him back passionately.

When Joe let Sarah up for air she finally noticed her bladder begging to empty and asked, "Sir, may i be excused to the bathroom?"

"Yes, bitch, fix that makeup and bring back two glasses of water."

'Great, I’m demoted to 'bitch' right after getting promoted to baby,' she thought just before another rush hit her. As she sat to pee, all she could think about was how hot it was to be in bed with Joe. Never in her life had she imagined being this satisfied by a man in just an hour or two. Not a thought about anything else spoiled her high. Her bowels groaned and she was happy to dispose of some breakfast. Not even that reminder upset her. She cleaned thoroughly, went to the mirror, and fixed her makeup, not as loud as Edward did it that morning. She filled two glasses with water from the filter system and strutted back to Joe, presenting one glass to him. He drank it down in what looked like one gulp, got up, and handed Sarah a pill. Without hesitation, she took it, washed it down with a gulp of water, and set the glass next to Joe’s on the nightstand. He got up, took Sarah by the elbow, and walked her to the foot of the bed. She realized that she did not even look at the pill as her feeling to want to hold Joe, and wanting him to hold her tight, slowly amplified. She just assumed it was caffeine, or maybe a mild amphetamine.

Joe was methodical as he locked the ankle cuffs from Friday around the ankles of her boots. They were still anchored by chain to the bases of the posts and he took up the slack, spreading Sarah wide. So far, nothing was too intense, nothing really out of the ordinary for a fun bondage weekend. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘nothing besides breaking my no drugs limit, some mental torture, and rape.’ Apparently, he got more things ready while she was in the bathroom. He lifted Sarah’s wrist and locked it into a leather cuff that hung by chain on one of the posts, then the other, and took out the slack. She smiled and felt herself getting even wetter as the last lock clicked shut. Helpless was the most erotic feeling in the world to her and it was about to get better. Joe attached a leather belt to Sarah’s tiny waist and buckled it as small as it would go. She could tell by the look of disappointment on his face that he wanted it tighter. Another pair of chains, anchored to the bedposts, attached to D-rings on the sides of the belt and restricted her movement even more. Joe pressed his naked body to hers and kissed her deeply. She could feel him getting hard again against her tummy. From the look in the mirror, his perfect, dark olive ass was around the same height as hers. She hoped he would be in her soon. With these heels on, they could easily do it in this position; she knew they would fit perfectly.

At karaoke night, 'Edwina' is having the time of his life with Misses Clarke. He was never much of an attention whore submissive before. He always felt out of place, even when he excelled during his school years. At a drag club, he fit right in. Nancy was well known there, but some thought she was a small, older man who could pass from the neck down and needed a new wig, when she was not wearing a wig. Nancy took ‘Edwina’ around and introduced him to dozens of people. All of the ‘gurlz’, as the female impersonators liked to spell and pronounce it, were beautiful as women, no matter if they were in the stage show or just part of the crowd. Edward felt a little self-conscious that he was not as glamorous as the others were as Nancy paraded him around in Suzanne’s white sweater-dress, black fishnets and white pumps. He shrugged his padded shoulders when he realized the feeling had replaced the thought of how garish the combination looked earlier. In this crowd, it was conservative.

"Hi you two, glad to see you were on time today," Nancy exclaimed as she ushered 'Edwina' to a booth. He tried to suppress his shock at the two heavyset gurlz at the table, the first unattractive people he had seen there. Nancy introduced him and quickly explained that they were a very active and outgoing married couple, and then asked 'Edwina' to write down ‘her’ address. Ed complied and Nancy jotted a note on the back, continuing to chat with the couple and tried to draw Ed into the conversation. Edward did not notice Nancy slip the address and note to the husband as they all shared a bottle of white wine. He assumed she put it in her purse. Before the show started, 'Bobbie' and Carol excused themselves from the booth and said goodbye.

"Not staying for the show?" 'Edwina' asked, puzzled. He was already trying to make his voice feminine and was not having much luck.

"No, baby, we have a private show to do," 'Bobbie' replied and winked at Nancy.

"So, Miss Nancy, is there anything I can get for you?" 'Edwina' used the name he was instructed to use while they were in this club. It was a complete departure from the way she wanted to be addressed anywhere else. In this club, you had to get used to it because the ‘gurlz’ called everybody Miss.

"Why don’t you get us another bottle of wine, baby?"

"Yes Ma’am, but I don’t have any money, not even an ID."

Nancy giggled, it had been so long since she brought a complete neophyte out for fun she had forgotten about some of the little things. "I suggest barter. Remember Cleo?" 'Edwina' nodded yes, with a smile. Cleo was tall, dark and glamorous. 'Her' heels had to be over 8" tall; her legs were as perfect as Sarah's. Nancy continued. "Approach her and ask if she will give you voice lessons in the ‘gurlz’ room and invite her to our table after. She should offer a drink, ask for a bottle for the table."

"But, how will I pay her?"

"In the ‘gurlz’ room, silly gurl," Nancy giggled as she saw the 'light come on’ for ‘Edwina.'

Nancy giggled again as Cleo whisked 'Edwina' to the back of the club to the bathrooms where her date discovered Cleo was hung like a horse.

Back at home, the combination of Ecstasy, helplessness, and submission brought Sarah to a new level of ecstasy. Joe made her beg for contact as he taunted her with light touches, nipple twists, spanks, and feels. He felt inside her pussy with his pinky and asked, "You will do anything for an orgasm, won’t you?"

"Yes, yes Sir!"

"How many times did you cum without permission since Nancy left the room, bitch?" He pulled his finger from her and stuck it in her mouth. She sucked it hungrily.

"None Sir, I asked and you gave me permission, Sir Joe. Thank you so much for giving me permission."

He pulled his finger from her mouth and walked to the closet. Sarah watched him intently as he disappeared and then emerged wearing his signature black leather duster and holding a wooden paddle. Whoosh! The paddle sang through the air, he swung it with each step. "You had permission for the first one. How many came after?"

"Sir! Sir Joe! No! I asked. Agh!" she screamed as the wood met her ass, the hardest strike anybody had ever given her.

"Sir! No!" The "no" earned another strike and Sarah screamed even louder. Her inner thighs grew slick again, from her juices of desire. The Ecstasy was not giving in either, the craving for contact grew stronger. She tried to think. He did not strike until she tried to answer and it must have been the wrong answer. She sobbed and said, "Sir, I don’t know how many."

"Then, bitch, I am going to have to try to remember and count them up," he said as he sat on the bed.

Sarah watched him in the mirror as he checked his messages. He reattached Sarah’s “bitch” collar and left the room. As soon as the door closed, the sense of isolation engulfed Sarah. She cried and called for Joe, squirmed in her bonds, she needed contact, she needed anything but isolation. After what seemed an eternity, her wish for company was granted as she heard the door handle turn. She looked and pleaded, "Please, I’ll do anything, please don’t leave me alone here . . ." Sarah was so happy to have any company that she smiled at the garish fatties that walked in. They left the door open as they approached.

"Well, miss thang, you are a cute one, but ya ain’t all that honey," the evening gown wearing husband said as he ran his hands over Sarah’s breasts and red ass.

"Thank you, thank you for touching me," she said as she tried to lean to him for a kiss.

"What do you think, Carol?"

"Love the collar, this bitch needs to eat more," she said and the couple laughed together as 'Bobbie' found a leash and attached it to the collar. Sarah remembered her feeding torture from the morning. Through her spinning mind, the realization that this was a real ordeal, not play, began to creep back in. Her thoughts returned to desire as Joe walked in, unbuttoned his duster, dropped it on a chair in the corner, and slid onto the bed for a front-row show with his still-hard cock. The couple acted as if he was not there as they continued. They released the chains for her wrist cuffs and waist belt from the posts, bent her at the waist, and reattached the wrist and waist chains to the post-mounted anchors that secured her ankles.

"Miss thang ain’t worh fifty, Mister Joe," ‘Bobbie’ said, as his stubby fingers probed her ass and pussy.

“How about twenty?” Joe replied. ‘Bobbie’ pulled a $20 bill from his purse and placed it on Joe’s clothes in the chair. Joe motioned to leave it on the nightstand. Sarah’s foggy mind now felt shame about being rented so cheap, her ‘price’ dropped from $50 per person to $10 in just a few hours.

Soon, they took turns yanking Sarah’s head back; pulling up their dresses and having her lick and suck. When 'Bobbie' was hard, Sarah thought ‘hard like a cocktail sausage,’ he slipped a butt plug into Sarah’s mouth, and then slowly inserted it in her ass. Carol took his place at her face, pulling up a chair and buried Sarah’s head between her ‘thunder thighs’. They both smelled horrible, Carol’s fat rolls pressed against Sarah’s head, but Sarah did not care, she just needed to be touched.

'Bobbie' climbed on the bed and slid his little hard on into Sarah. The butt plug made her vagina tight enough for him. Carol was getting wetter, and the smell only got worse as her wetness increased. They both moaned when ‘Bobbie’ entered Sarah, and then Sarah heard ‘Bobbie’ and Carol moan together for some reason. Carol pulled Sarah’s face from her crotch and leaned out of the way, shoved Sarah’s head down and gave her an upside-down view as Joe fucked ‘Bobbie’ in the ass. Even in her heightened state of emotion, Sarah’s heart sank as she saw Joe taking another while she was right there, willing to service him. As her head was pulled back into place, Sarah discovered that Carol was a 'squirter'. Sarah’s face and hair was soon soaked and smelling of Carol.

Finally, when Carol exclaimed that she could not cum anymore, ‘Bobbie’ began to soften and withdraw from Sarah. He remained bent over her as Joe let out a growl and came. Sarah hoped to be released to clean everybody; she could not stay in this position forever. Carol joined the others on the bed and sounded like she cleaned them with her mouth. ‘Just great,’ Sarah thought, ‘her smelly ass is going to soak my beautiful bed.’ Sarah tried to look up at the mirror, but her blonde hair ‘curtain’ around her head blocked the view. She felt someone pull the plug from her ass, with a bit of whispering Joe got up, and Sarah heard the paddle ‘swoosh’ again.

"Please, Sir Joe, please? I’ll do anything to avoid the paddle again!"

"Not counting any orgasms with them, how many unauthorized orgasms, bitch?"

"Sir, I am sorry, I did not count. I do not know."

"At least you stopped fucking lying to me."

"Thank you Sir Joe."

"Bobbie and Carol, how many orgasms do you think a bitch like this can have in four hours with me?"

'Four hours? It couldn’t have been that long,' Sarah thought.

"Oh, Sir Joe, she must have had a hundred!" 'Bobbie' answered.

'Jesus Christ! A hundred?' Sarah thought and wanted to laugh.

"Are you crazy? That skinny little thing would be dead from a hundred. I don’t think she can really cum."

'What a bitch! But, yea, a hundred of those might kill me.'

"So, the average is fifty," Joe announced as he struck Sarah hard.

"Agh!” Sarah cried. After five progressively harder strikes at a very slow pace, Sarah remembered to count. She did not notice the couple leave the bed and go to her bathroom. She did hear Joe tell them not to leave yet as she cried out “twenty five! May I cum Sir?"

"No, bitch." He continued to paddle, the couple continued to watch and Sarah was almost unconscious by the fifty-first strike. One added when Sarah could not hold back the orgasm she asked permission for, from him.

Joe walked over to the couple, whispered something to them, then slipped under the covers on the bed as Sarah went limp and jerked herself awake. The couple released her wrist cuffs and belt, leaving them attached to the bed, released the chains from her ankle cuffs, and walked the dizzy, limp woman like a ragdoll to the bathroom. They placed her in the tub with her boots hanging out and “hosed her down” with cold water from the shower wand. She fumbled for the soap and 'Bobbie' took it, fondling and soaping her body, then rinsing with cold water. When they thought she was clean enough, they left and thanked Joe. Sarah did not want to move. She thought she should go back out to Joe, she wanted to. Eventually, he came in, pulled her up by the hair, and let her suck him. She clung to his legs during and after the act, and thanked him for his ‘seed.’ He threw a towel at her; she dried her body, and then wrapped her hair in the towel.

"Bitch is finally learning. Follow."

Sarah crawled from the tub, tried to stand and her weak legs would not hold her. The effort made her dizzy. 'That was a bad idea,' was her last thought for the night as she crawled behind him on hands and knees. At the bed, he grabbed her forearm and she his, to pull her up onto the bed, where she fell asleep on her stomach, her arm draped across his crotch. She only woke once, during a vivid dream of passionate, romantic lovemaking. In the dream, she was with her ongoing Friday-after-work encounter with the masked man. She woke atop Joe, riding his cock, kissing him, smiling and riding him gently. She slept again when he came in her, and slept soundly into Sunday afternoon.

10. Sunday

Edward awoke late for him, showered, and donned his approved clothes for Sunday before beginning his cleaning duties. The house was the biggest mess ever. He cleaned his room last, before making coffee and breakfast for Sarah. He had not heard her shower and sometimes she liked to sleep-in after play. By early noon, Edward was concerned and entered her room. Sarah was still sound asleep on her tummy, so he continued cleaning and putting everything away. He heard Sarah cough just as he placed her coffee on the nightstand.

"Good morning, Edward," she smiled contently. Another instance of being happy to see him warmed her inside. She could get used to this. As soon as she moved, the pain of the night before shot through her. Joe and Nancy left without rubbing the ointment on her.

"Good morning, Woman of the House," he smiled back.

She reached to him, through her aches, and pulled him to the bed. "I think it is high time that we come up with a less cumbersome name for you to call me," she said as she gave him a kiss.

"Yes, Ma’am, anything you wish."

"How about Sarah?"

"Um, really Ma’am?"

"Yes, really and I want you to get out of those clothes too. We are taking this time to just cuddle and get to know each other again."

"Well, um, okay . . . S-Sarah."

She realized that she should not be surprised at his nervousness. Submissives like him needed guidelines and certain changes in routine confused them for a while.

He stood, removed his robin’s-egg blue button-down, and slipped off his loafers and socks, then trousers. Sarah thought he looked nervous and imagined how nervous he would be when she was ready to make love to him, and she knew "ready time" would be any second.

Sarah was about to ask Edward about the marks on his ass as he turned, revealing a plastic cage around his cock and balls.

"Edward! Why is that still on you? Did Misses Clarke do that?"

"Yes, Ma’am, she put it on before she left this morning."

"Well, take it off! I never said . . ." Sarah’s voice trailed off and her face sank. She did not get to set any limits with them. They were calling all the shots. ‘Real, rape, kidnap, not play,’ echoed in her head.

"I’m sorry, Ma’am, it is locked. She said there is a note in here for you. Ouch, ow! Oh, please, may I leave the room?"

"Nonsense, you come right up here with me."

"But you are making me hard and it hurts."

"Shit! She can’t do this to us! Damn it, what kills erections . . ."

Edward looked on the internet from his Mistress’ bedside station. He found a note and handed it to Sarah. "Some cold medicines, you have some of the correct kind in your medicine cabinet, Ma’am."

"Go take some right now! I am not having my husband in pain from that woman.” Edward gladly obeyed and took the prescribed dosage for congestion as Sarah read the note as she reached for and clutched her pearls.

“Misses Kneeler, I hope you slept well, thank you for the lovely dinner and introduction to your husband. We can discuss lessons learned and property responsibilities after work on Monday. My regards to Mister Kneeler. Enjoy the rest of your weekend! Sincerely, Nancy S. Clarke, Secretary to Misses Kneeler."

"He can’t stay locked up like that for two days! He couldn’t have done anything to deserve a punishment like that. He’s mine not hers . . . " Sarah thought for a moment, 'She isn’t punishing him.' A pain in the arch of her left foot distracted her. "How could I not notice my boots are still on?” She noticed the ankle cuffs still locked and trudged through her closet to find her key set. “Hum, not there. Joe must have put them somewhere near the bed in case of emergency." A thought of being Joes captive sent another wave of pleasure through her. 'No! You are a victim, not his new lover,' she thought as she stopped herself.

"Edward, help me look for the keys to these ankle cuffs."

"Yes Ma’am." They both searched the bedroom, then the hallway, down the stairs, all of the rooms of the house.

“Damn it! She can’t do this to me! To us! I can’t wear these boots to work tomorrow, my feet are aching now,” she said as she began to cry. Edward stood nearby until Sarah motioned him to cuddle her. "You can't wear that contraption until I get home from work either."

"Mistress, I think we still have some bolt cutters in the garage."

"Those should work on all three locks! Go find them and we can free each other."

Edward left Sarah in the kitchen and scurried through the living room to the garage. Just as he began to open the door, Sarah’s collar shocked her. "Ed, stop!"

"Yes Ma’am?"

"The collar just shocked me. Try the door again, but look this way and if I get shocked, stay in."

He did as she asked and Sarah screamed in pain from a stronger shock.

"It’s no use. We are trapped. They could be watching and listening to us right now. I’ve trapped us. I am sorry, so, so sorry," she sobbed. "Wait, my purse, I have spare keys in there too!" Edward brought her purse from the lamp table and her key set was still inside. She bent over to unlock the cuffs and Ed interrupted her.

"Please, Sarah, may I still do that for you?"

Sarah sobbed happily, "Yes."

"The keys don’t fit. These are not your usual locks. Did you get a new set? They match the one on my cock cage."

Sarah’s happy cries turned sad, "No, they must have used their own."

"Ed, those red marks, what did they do to your ass?"

"Master Joe marked me with his cigar, as punishment for our breakfast performance and to show I am his property."

"You can’t be his property! You are mine!"

"Sorry, I was so confused. He asked if you had 'collared' me and I answered no, then asked if I was collared . . ."

"Oh God, they are using all these protocols in their little rape and enslavement game. You are not his, but we need to play along."

"Well, he gave me to his Kitten as a gift, so I belong to Misses Clarke now."

"That explains why she left the note alluding to your cage. No, you were never property and . . . what am I saying? I am confusing this with roleplay again. She locked you up to punish me and keep us apart in bed. I am the one who needs to play along."

"Um, M-Sarah, how did you trap us?"

"Baby, this was not one of my usual play sessions."

"But, S-Sarah, I thought the whole time it was and you finally rewarded me, for being good to you?"

"Edward, I am glad you had fun, probably more of that in store for you, but you were tricked. She ordered me to tell you to obey her when she was walking me to the bedroom."

As they made the slow journey back to the master bedroom, Sarah stopped in her tracks. The thread at the base of the door to her office was on the floor. She took her electronic cardkey from a pocket in her purse, swiped it, and brought Edward in with her. It was the first time in years he had seen inside that room. It looked like an office from a 1940s movie and everything appeared in order. It was Sarah’s special place, where she kept her private records and sometimes had fantasies set in an old office, always by herself. "Ed, do you have any idea when they got in here, or who it was? There were at least eight people over the weekend that I know of."

Edward thought for a moment, "Maybe Miss Cleo from the karaoke club? She told Misses Clarke she got everything copied while I was with Miss Priss."

Sarah sunk into the padded desk chair and pulled Edward on top of her. "I really trapped us. My God, some of these files could be embarrassing to people." She hugged him tight and sighed. Her records were a defense against lovers who showed too much interest in Suzanne. She had learned to read the signs of the users, especially people who might use a mother to get to her daughter. She was always quite clear that playing with her was only with her and possibly with her husband, but her daughter was not to be included or mentioned. If she had to dismiss anybody for that reason, and that reason alone, she found something on them and kept it to herself just in case they tried to approach Suzanne. She never had to use any of it.

"But, Sarah, please don’t be mad, I really thought this was one of your weekend scenes."

What had she done to him for him to think their torment was his reward? His manner, over the years, was an ever-spiraling submission to her. Could that be part of it? Whatever it was, she needed to start fixing it and quick.

"Let me back up a bit to what happened at work and how they got invited over. I didn’t want a secretary. Never had one before and I don’t need one now. Nancy was assigned to me on Friday and I invited her and Joe to dinner so I could discuss with her how I wanted my office to run. I don’t know how she got assigned to me, but they did it and she started taking over as soon as I got home. Apparently, before that, from the way she got you subdued.”

"Sometimes I thought she was going to hurt you, so I needed to behave. Other times I thought it was just behaving for your play date."

The answer sounded strange to Sarah. It was logical, from his perspective, but still strange. She tried to choose her questions carefully.

"Edward, in our relationship, was I ever bad to you?"

"No! Never! You have always been so gracious to me."

That answer sounded abnormal to Sarah. He spent his nights locked in his room and his days cleaning the house. How could that be "gracious?"

"Ed, please be frank, did I ever make you do anything for me? Did I ever hurt you?"

"No, Sarah! You never hurt me! I do everything for you, to make you happy, and am happy that you appreciate my efforts."

Sarah noticed Edwards alarm and tried to adjust her questioning to get what she wanted without scaring him.

"Ed, you know, I am not a Dominant, right?"

"I look to you as my Mistress, you never objected to calling you that either. Am I in trouble?" he said, as he looked away.

"Edward, no honey, you are not in any trouble in the slightest. However, I am not a Dominant at all. You are just more submissive than me. I never objected because I thought you liked calling me that, and the other honorifics. I thought it made you happy."

"Well, I do feel good with you in charge of things, not like when we got married and I was upsetting you so."

Sarah was completely lost on that response. She could not remember him ever disappointing her, other than being such a timid lover. How could he be so sensitive and so dedicated at the same time?

"Ed, why do you like me?"

"Sarah, you are the only beautiful woman who paid any attention to me. You liked me right away when we met, well, I was nervous and you helped me ask you out for our first date. You asked me to help you with things. You liked the way I helped. You still do."

"You think I am beautiful?"

"Yes! I tell you frequently," he said as his hands fondled her breasts for the first time in years.

“Is that all? Just because I am pretty,” she asked playfully, knowing it was more than that and wanting to encourage his touch.

"No, I knew lots of brilliant women, some were pretty, but not as pretty and as smart and nice as you. You have always been so nice to me. Maybe I said it wrong. We met and you were always nice. We had almost the same conversation when we were talking about marriage."

Sarah burst out in tears, "I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I didn’t do things right. We are changing things, right now. I love you! Hear that? You tell me all the time and you show it too. I need to show you more. Edward, I love you."

Edward clung to her and cried when he finally heard her express her love, something he had not heard in years.

"Ed, I screwed all of this up being selfish with my needs. I am with you, have been with you for years, for a reason. From now on, we are going to be more traditional. I am your wife and you are my husband."

Edward was thrilled and confused. "Sarah, am I still your Pet?"

She reached her hand to his cheek and said, "Yes, of course, as long as you wish. I am not dismissing you, not at all. I just want us to be a better couple." The gravity of the situation came back to Sarah. "But, we still need to play along with them, like you are her property. May I ask, what did you do with Sir Joe and Misses Clarke when they took you out?"

"Well, I had great fun with both of them. Sir Joe took me to a couple of sports bars and we drank beer. Later we went to some men’s clubs and he introduced me to his friends who wanted pleasure. It was fun and I was pleasing you too and I took our punishment for breakfast."

"What did Misses Clarke do with you?"

"We made love a lot, the way you saw and more. When she took me out, she dressed me as a girl and we went to karaoke night."

"Was that uncomfortable?"

"No, it was great fun. I learned how to dress pretty and talk feminine. It was great."

"She didn’t mark or damage you?"

"No, she was very nice and helped me meet new friends. I hope she gives you a good report, I was trying to please you the whole time."

"Pet, you did please me, and she is playing this like you are her property, so I don’t think she will be reporting to me about it. Listen careful, if they tell you that they are marking you for something I did . . . forget that, I don’t know what to do if they want to mark us." Sarah was overloaded. She brought him back to the bedroom and noticed her pearls. "Ed, will you help put my pearls on?"

He smiled as he slipped them around her long, supple neck, below the leather ‘bitch’ collar and closed the clasp. Sarah touched them, and kissed him in thanks. "She was going to destroy these. It was something she used against me to leverage the situation into making us her captives. It worked. If anything happens to me, they must go to Suzanne."

"I heard on the intercom. I was so concerned for you, Ma’am. It made me cry."

Sarah pressed her hand to his face and kissed him again. "Here, let me help you change this bed. You can show me how you do this so well, okay?"

"Yes Ma’am."

"Ed, please call me Sarah, okay? It will make me feel better, especially now."

When the bed was fresh and Sarah was carefully washed off from her night of use, the couple finally settled in for a little rest.

"Miss . . . I mean, Sarah, I am supposed to make sure you watch a video. Can we do that now?"

"Yes, I think I saw part of it. Misses Clarke said she told you something extra about it?" Sarah asked and the video she saw in the car on Saturday began to run. Nothing to be embarrassed about in front of Ed, he was fully aware of her encounters. The smugness of her thought sent a wave of guilt through her.

"She said that in all of these scenes are you meeting married people and you will know what they are. If we behave, everything will be fine. If not, their spouses will be in court getting divorces and you will be in trouble with them."

"Oh God, she is right. Especially that last one." Sarah’s thoughts of going to the police were put on permanent hold. The big white house with the red Porsche was the home of the Chief of Detectives, and she only knew he was in the police department when he mentioned it during one of their sessions. She never cared if others were married. Eventually Sarah learned that his wife inherited her family’s business and he complained a few times that she was not into the scene. When he said that his wife could not find out about their encounters, that was fine with her.

She thought about it some more. Even if his wife approved, how could she bring this to him anyway? She was left with a caricature of a monologue: 'I invited my secretary over for dinner. She and my husband, whom I haven’t touched in years, made out and screwed in the master bedroom. Then I got home and she made me cum by choking me with my own jewelry, then they both made me cum, after locking my ankles to the bed, and Ed was having the time of his life, but he didn’t do anything wrong, just her. But wait, it gets worse! Her husband came over and screwed my brains out too, right after that I had the best sex in years with Ed. Then I ordered breakfast and screwed all the delivery men to pay the bill. Yes, there is a video too, I really didn’t like it as much as it looks. Then Joe saved me and I bought his wife new clothes for work on my corporate card . . . oh, by the way, it is somehow tied to her plot to get me promoted from manager to executive,' she sighed. 'Even if I made the toughest parts sound worse, it was nothing like when I spent the weekend with him, dressed like his wife, and let him torture me into "liking it". Even then I had to coach him out-of-scene to be rougher. Ed does not to know this yet, I need to figure it out some more.'

"How the hell did she find all this? Did she say or hint at that?"

"No, nothing about that."

Sarah kissed Edward deep, held him close, rubbed his hands on her body, and kissed him again. "Pet, from now on, I am Sarah and this is our bedroom, not just mine."

"Okay Sarah, thank you."

"Ed, I need your help with something and it is very important for us."

"Okay, Sarah, may I take another pill? Getting hard again."

"Yes and you do not need permission for that. Take one whenever you need to. Keep them with you." Edward ran to the bathroom, took his pill and returned.

"Now, somehow, I have you. The man that I love above all others. I never sought a slave, but I am in love with one now. We have a chance at a new start and I need to know how we got so dysfunctional."

"Yes, Sarah, but I do not know how to describe it briefly, the way you like."

"Then, tomorrow you can write it out in your own words and I will too, but I need to know so I can help us. If you are always going to be the more submissive one, I need to grow some assertiveness for our relationship too."

"Yes, Sarah."

"Edward,” she groaned, “please don’t replace ‘Ma’am,’ ‘Mistress’ or any other honorific with my name? Just say my name the same way I say yours, or answer without any honorific."

"Okay."

"Oh, much better."

Cuddling with Edward felt like the most comfortable thing in the world, until the toes of her left foot began to ache from her boots pressing the fishnets into her skin. She looked for Nancy’s cell number on the corporate system and sent her a text message plea, "Please, Sir Joe and Mrs. Clarke, i have learned my lesson for taking care of Edward. May i please unlock him and my ankle cuffs? – Mrs. Kneeler"

"I hope she answers soon. You can’t keep taking that cold medicine forever. Please, hold me as tight as you can? If you want to pleasure me without hurting yourself," she said as she kissed him deeply, "you can do that too."

Edward accepted his Sarah’s affections as his nervousness about his new world and permissions slowly melted away.

TO BE CONTINUED

A partial day together

“Um, S-Sarah, you usually call your daughter around now.”

“Ed, I wish you'd call her our daughter, you did more to rear her than her natural father.”

Edward was immediately confused, but did not voice an objection as he dialed the bedside phone.

“Hi mom! How was your week?”

“Oh, it was fine,” she hesitated, “um, the usual.”

Suzanne noticed the change in meter of her mother’s voice. “Are you sure everything is okay? Like with work and all?”

“Yes, yes, all of that is fine. How are your studies and activities?”

Now Suzanne knew something was up. Her mother normally just asked about grades. “Fine, mom, Tam and I went to the gown ball and won Queen and Queen, I still have all A’s too.”

“Tam and what?”

“I knew that would shake you,” she said with a giggle, “yes, Tam and I went to the ball on a lark, since neither of us had an acceptable date and we both have such beautiful gowns. We swapped gowns and went together and won!”

Sarah’s voice calmed. “Oh, I see, so college hasn’t changed a bit since I went?”

Suzanne giggled, “Which time? You have been so many more times than me.”

Sarah giggled back, “All of them. So, when is your next visit back home?”

“Two weeks for the next break. Hope I still have a room there? I have a few classes next term that you and Edward can help with too.” In the background, Suzanne heard a cough like Ed’s.

“Oh, he is right here, tell us both what subjects?”

“Ed? You are right there? Hi! How are you?”

“Um, fine Suzanne . . .”

“Well, I have a couple of industrial management classes and an accounting class. Thinking the IM stuff is more you, Ed, and the accounting is mom.”

“I will be more than glad to help. Just send me all the class data and your questions, like usual.”

Sarah finally realized why Suzanne sounded surprised. This was the first time in ages that Edward was in the room when she did her Sunday call to Suzanne. “Baby, things have changed a little at home.”

Suzanne answered with a happy giggle, “Sounds like it. For the better?”

“Well, Edward and I are much closer now than your last visit . . .”

Suzanne interrupted. “You are married again?”

“Suzanne! We never stopped being married . . .”

“But you act like you are now?”

“O-M-G, well, yes, we are much closer now.”

“This is the best news ever! Are you on another honeymoon now or something?”

Sarah smiled and hugged Edward. “I guess you could say that. It sort of happened overnight . . .”

“Mom, if you want me to stay up here during the break I can, lots to do, if you two want private time. Or I can just stay with a friend there so you two can be alone . . .”

“We both really want to see you, so think about that second option, okay?”

“Sure thing mom! Hey, dad, can you hear? I love you both!” she said in happy tears.

“We both love you too Suzanne,” Edward said in tears too as Suzanne hung up.

“Um, Ed, she is your daughter too, even if it is not genetic.”

“But, you said long ago . . .”

Sarah stopped him. “Ed, I know I have done most everything wrong in our relationship. She is every bit as much your daughter as she is mine. I don’t care what I said that I have forgotten, but this is my feeling. Sounds like hers too. She is miles away and could hear in our voices that things are different now and she is right. She even called you dad, so please accept it?”

Edward could not answer through more tears and Sarah could do nothing else but hug him. Just as Sarah was about to give up on a response from Nancy that day, and long after Edward had given up, Sarah got a response to her plea to release the locks:

Misses Kneeler,

I feel the need to remind you that company issued devices are not to be used for personal communications. I typically do not answer mine on the weekend, but I understand people in your position have a tenancy to break the rules and use company property as if it were your own. You may contact me at 571-555-1212 with your message again.

Mrs. Nancy S. Clarke,

Secretary to Dr. Sarah J. Kneeler, PhD

“Shit, she is still taunting us . . .” Sarah said before rushing to her personal phone and sending the request again. This time Nancy responded immediately:

Princess, your whining about 'taunting' is putting a damper on my afternoon with Joe. If you want My Edward released, you need to do exactly as told:

Stop giving him cold medicine.
Get Edward cleaned and shaved again.
Tell him to do his makeup like he did it last night.
Freshen your makeup and hair as he freshens his.
You may add a bra/panty set and a coat to what you are now wearing.
Pick a pretty outfit for My Edward from the little princess bitch’s collection and one of your blonde wigs, dress him in it.
Take him in the Mercedes to your Friday kink club and stay inside at least one hour.

No cash at all and do not bring your purse in. Just what you decide to wear there and your car keys.

Misses Clarke,

Owner of Edward and his little bitch wife.

“She is escalating things, I'm sorry baby . . .”

“Will Miss Nancy let us free?”

“I hope so. At least it is a long weekend, I so want to spend some free time with you. Fingers crossed that we get time alone tomorrow? Here is our, um, no, my list of things to do. Looks like you get to be my guest at one of the clubs I visit,” she said with a furrowed brow and a rub along Ed's jaw.

“Sarah, I think I know how to get ready.” Edward's statement jarred Sarah from her daze. He left her side for Suzanne's bathroom and Sarah went to the master bath to prepare.

*****

At Joe and Nancy's, Nancy had already made the arrangements that she needed.

“Nancy, can't you leave the new pair alone for a little while? One of your objectives is to get them acting like a couple again so they can attend parties and shit to get her ass promoted. Plus they will be more versatile kink players. If you do too much, they will shutdown.”

“Joe, I am letting you play the lead Dom in this for a reason, but don't start thinking you are in charge of anything. Now, you behave and think about how we accomplish the upcoming items on the list, or just setup the logistics if that is too much thinking. This initial establishment of control is the most important, but this is very complicated. We need her for long term, not just a little fun and extortion.” Joe averted his eyes and nodded yes, as Nancy switched her focus to Joe's daughter. “Shannon, did you get a good look at Edward? Think you can spot him around town?”

“Yes, Ma'am, I can spot him in any gender role anywhere.”

“Good, that is important.” With those responses, Nancy left Joe with his daughter to get ready.

“Dad, are you sure she is doing the right thing?”

“Shannon, baby, she knows what she is doing. She is the only one of us making any real money right now too . . .”

“Dad! Your towing business and the restaurants always made big money! You were never in debt before . . .” Shannon was interrupted by Joe's big hand sliding over her mouth as Nancy passed through the living room on her way out the door.

“Shannon, things happen. My top producing driver wants to quit and Nancy is taking care of that today. I wanted her to wait or use someone else for it, but she knows best. What is the latest from your doctors?”

Shannon burst into tears. “Dad, I . . . it’s even worse than we thought. I'd rather just keep it to myself and not worry you . . .”

“Nancy and I are both worried already. How can it be worse?”

“Well . . . the good news is the heart problem is the same as before. I need to keep my medicine at hand in case I get too excited.”

“And the bad news?”

Shannon burst into tears again and gripped her father back. “Pancreatic cancer. Incurable. I don't want to die like this! I am only twenty-three and I am going to die looking like an old woman in a few months.”

“Sweetheart, you will never be an old woman to me. We will figure something out for you.”

*****

At the Kneeler household, Edward reported to Sarah in a peach sweater dress that buttoned asymmetrical with pearl buttons, sheer white stockings and peach pumps.

Sarah smiled and sighed, “Edward, you look so pretty! I need some help picking a bra/panty set for this. What do you like best?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, my silly husband. I will wear whatever you like the best.”

Edward took his wife by the hand to her panty drawer, selected sheer-lace white set, put it on her and they both smiled.

“What about a coat? White or black?”

“Is white fur okay Ma . . . Sarah?”

“Sounds great. Let's get going so we can get out of this stuff and start being married again!” Sarah took Edward to the garage, locked her purse in the trunk and the couple was underway. “Ed, they can see and hear everything we do, probably in here too. Even so, I might need some lessons from you in being good.”

“Um, Sarah, it's just about doing what one is told, that's all. You know these things better than I. You please so many more people than I do.”

“Well, yea, but we have different perspectives on this. You were tricked into thinking this was just play and they are giving you lots of fun and rewards. I need to get my head into it better, the way you do. As far as I can tell, we are not getting out of this anytime soon. When I mess up, they use you to punish me and I do not like doing that to you. At least I can do things to lessen that.”

“I promise to try to help. If I see you are not obeying I should do something subtle?”

“Yes, let's try that. Thank you sweetheart,” Sarah said as she pulled the car into the club parking lot.

“This is your Friday after work place? I drive past here on the way to the market every week and never noticed anything special.”

“That's the idea,” Sarah said as she took Edwards arm and they walked toward the door. “Oh shit, I forgot to tell you a few things. If they spot you as a male, you have to be the Dominant and you have to wear a mask.”

“I'll try, but . . .”

“Forget what I said about them spotting you, I need to disclose that you need a mask. They have extras for visitors. Since you are not a member, I must introduce you. Just hold onto my leash and others will know I selected you. They should leave us alone. Just act like a Dom in drag for me, okay baby?”

Ed gulped, “Yes Sarah.”

As they entered, the matre d' recognized Sarah, as usual. “Number twenty-eight, do you have a set amount of time for your service today?”

“Sir, we are to be here for one hour. This is a guest Dominant Master Edward and he requires a mask,” Sarah said with a gulp.

“Oh, very well. A pleasure to have such a fem-passable Dom in the club. Sir, have you a mask preference?”

“That one,” Edward said in his feminine voice, as he pointed to a Guy Fawkes porcelain mask.

“With that out of the way, about the fee. I can put it on your club card.”

“Sir, I do not have my card with me.”

“Number twenty-eight, you know the rules . . . and how an exception is possible?”

Sarah bowed and opened her coat. She was positive that he had only seen her in Friday business wear before this. “As long as it is less than an hour, Sir.”

“Twenty eight, not today. Will you be making your usual Friday appearance?”

“Yes, kind Sir, I shall.”

“Then we can settle after Friday's encounter. I will be ready as I trust you shall be?”

“Yes, Sir, I will be ready for anything within my listed limits.”

“Your coat, twenty-eight?”

Edward stopped her and shook his head no before she opened it again and motioned for her to button it. The slight show of dominance from him made her knees weak and her panties moist. With that, the couple entered the club. Sarah whispered to Edward to lead to the bar. Rail drinks were complimentary, Sarah had white wine, and Edward drank water. The decor reminded Edward of their master bedroom, but more elaborate with more blues than reds.

The room was not very crowded. Some of the regular submissives noticed “28” was with a strange Dominant. Strangers who did not know the rules well admired the new Dom and wondered if it really was a he. Those who knew the rules by heart admired how well he passed as a college-aged beauty. Sarah's usual Friday date was not there, at least, he was not in the common area. A flash of guilt came across her. 'Maybe he is here in a different suit and mask? What if he is attached to me now? He is the only one I ever picked for years.' Her subtle glances around the space confirmed nobody of his build was present in the commons.

At the fifty-five minute mark, Sarah whispered something into Edward's ear and he whispered to the statuesque, bronze, smoky eyed and tightly corseted barmaid, “Pet will tip you on Friday.” The barmaid smiled and winked back.

“I hope that the keys are waiting out there,” Sarah pleaded as she stopped Ed at the door for a few seconds until the full hour had expired and then nodded at Edward that they could leave.

“Twenty-eight,” the maitre d' announced as they entered the foyer, “the tow-truck driver left this for the gentleman,” he continued as he handed Edward a key. Edward surrendered his mask as he unclipped the leash from Sarah.

“Tow-truck driver?”

“Yes, Miss. I can see her pulling up to your car now,” he said in monotone as he looked down at the monitors in his podium.

Sarah grabbed Ed and they fled to the parking lot. “Hey! Let my car down! I am a member here!”

“Sorry, Princess already hooked up. You can get it in the morning. We are the only wrecker lot open on holidays.”

“Damn it! My purse is in the trunk!”

The greasy haired driver looked almost as ‘butch’ as a woman could possibly look. Sarah was convinced that the woman would grow a beard if she could and her upper lip had a best-efforts mustache. The woman glanced Edward up and down, and then looked at Sarah. “Open the coat.” Sarah complied and had to stand with it wide open for what seemed an eternity, the chilly air hardening her nipples through the thin lace of the bra. “Tell you what, hop in and we can talk about getting it down before I get to the lot. All the fees together are $200, cash only.”

Sarah wondered why everything was $200 these days. Catered breakfasts, whoring, towing . . . no, whoring her out was cheaper than that and the price was dropping. “Okay, okay, whatever it is, we just need to get home as quickly as possible and if you need cash we need to go to a teller machine.”

“Hop in, Prince and Princess. Him first.”

Sarah gave a puzzled look to the driver as Edward climbed into the cab, and then she followed.

“Why are you towing my car?”

“Here is the order,” the driver said as she handed Sarah the slip.

Someone, from a phone inside the club, called the tow order and the callback number was 571-555-1212. 'Shit, that woman is everywhere,' Sarah thought.

“Why aren't you unlocking yourself?” the driver said and Edward wasted no time in releasing his cage with a sigh, and placed the infernal device in his purse as he thanked her.

Sarah paid close attention as the driver made her way to an old motel. At least it was on the way home for them.

“Follow me to the room and I am feeling a little chilly,” the driver said as she parked in an empty corner of the lot.

Sarah did not register the veiled command for her coat right away, until Edward squeezed her forearm. “Oh, um, may I lend you my coat?”

“Good bitch, yes,” the driver laughed a rough laugh as she watched Sarah slip off the full-length, hooded, white fox coat and extended her arms for Sarah to put it on her. The driver was much shorter than Sarah and she let the hem drag across the asphalt, leading the way to the room as she held Edward's hand. Sarah shivered in her boots, bra, and panties, following two paces behind. The driver knocked twice on the door, listened for a response or maybe she was listening for an objection, Sarah could not tell. Then, the driver unlocked the door and entered. A toilet flushing was the only signal that anybody else was in the room. The driver positioned Edward standing between the queen beds and took Sarah with her to the recliner.

As the driver attached a leash of strong chain that looked to be from the tow-truck, to Sarah's “bitch” collar, the person from the bathroom emerged. Brown leather mask, curly red wig, tight brown leather body suit with matching gloves and 8” spike heel platform boots. The functional zippers over the breasts were open and all could see the “brown leather woman” was already excited. The functional zipper at the crotch was closed. Sarah wondered if it was Nancy until her focus switched to the “tent” forming at the crotch of Edward's dress and her attention was back on him. With the combination of imagery and the weight of the chain, Sarah sank to her knees before the driver in the recliner.

Edward watched with a 'girlish' smile as the brown leather woman handed a card to the driver, who smiled and displayed it to Sarah. Written on it was only one word, “WORSHIP.” She walked past that couple to Edward and tugged up at the hem of his dress. Edward unbuttoned the shoulder flap, grasped the hem and pulled it off to reveal his toned, but small body with silicone inserts filling his pink satin bra and an erection filling his pink satin panties with his crotch framed in the white lace of his stocking tops. As soon as the leather-clad figure lay on the bed, the truck driver pulled Sarah's chain to her for a deep kiss and put her to work. Sarah kissed back, deeply as she unzipped the coveralls to reveal her naked, almost non-existent breasts, ‘accented’ with free-range nipple hair. Sarah serviced them until she was guided down past the pudgy belly, and then to the unkempt bush that began somewhere near the woman’s waistline, down between her legs as the coat and coveralls were peeled down. To Sarah, the woman looked like a truck driver with “man boobs,” missing a cock. She smelled like a truck driver too. To the driver, Sarah was a gift from heaven. A woman more beautiful than any “lot lizard” she had ever rented, hotter than any stripper she had ever tipped, who smelled as sweet as flowers from head to crack. Sarah slipped into subspace and did as guided, trying to be good. Sarah was guided to work the driver's growing wetness more and found a string, which she was encouraged to pull. It had a tiny key on the end.

Behind Sarah's back, the leather woman had Edward atop her and had already shown him a card ordering him not to cum. Edward was as hard as his teen days as the leather woman unzipped her crotch and brought Edward's lace-clad cock to her wetness to tease. She tested his resolve, gauging his reactions, bringing him close then pushing him away to service her sensitive nipples as she enjoyed the show of Sarah and the driver.

After a full licking, and several orgasms, the driver stood up, slipped out of the coat, coveralls and boots then pushed Sarah to the floor to ravage her perfect body. She could not help it, being with a beauty like Sarah with almost all of the freedom she ever wanted with a woman like her. Sarah repressed her repulsion to the mountain of fat groping her and had no problem resisting orgasms from the driver's clumsy fat fingers and mouth.

After over an hour, Edward was standing above Sarah, fully dressed and the driver was removing the “death grip” on the alabaster arms of her 'toy.' Edward put Sarah's bra and panties back on her, noting that she was not wet at all. The driver removed Sarah's collar, giving Sarah a Pavlovian flinch expecting a shock, and tucked it into the front of Sarah's white panties with the brass letters “bitch” showing. She then donned Sarah's coat and her own boots, escorted the couple back to the truck, and gently dropped the car to the ground.

A shivering Sarah thanked her as the woman tossed the keys to the Mercedes on the ground and tossed the coat on top of them. Sarah quickly gathered her things, got the fur over her goose-bumped flesh, opened the trunk to get her purse, and then opened the doors. “Baby, let's get out of here. I want you,” was all she said as they departed. All Edward could do was smile. Sarah smiled too as she drove and felt Ed's fresh hardness. She pulled into a grocery store lot and parked in back.

“May I? I can't wait until we get home,” she asked Edward. He nodded yes and smiled as Sarah switched the window tint to privacy and devoured his cock with her hungry mouth. That time he was not shy, he stayed hard as they moaned together in pleasure. Sarah was surprised at his ample load when he finally came for her and she with him. She had experienced few men out of their twenties who could continue to perform after so many drainings in one day, even if he just came off an hour of teasing. Edward was remarkable. 'Why have I wasted him for so long?' she wondered. 'The only thing I want in the world right now is a day alone with him tomorrow.' She got underway, hoping they would both be ready to make love as soon as they got back home.

*****

As soon as Nancy returned home, she asked in almost a bark, “Joe, how much of everything did you catch?”

“Almost all of it, I suppose. Unless you caught something I didn’t, we can’t use embarrassment or shame on them to control things.”

“I had that thought too, but I came up with a combination of things for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? What about all of that data from her office and video of the rendezvous around town? She gave in already, we own their asses now. Nancy, Ma’am, you promised to spend the day with us. Shannon really needs you and she got more bad news from her doctor. Seriously bad,” he said as his eyes grew sad.

The only soft spot Nancy had left was when her big strong pet of a man was troubled. Especially when it was something to do with his daughter. “Joe, baby, I promise it will be most of the day and if I work fast, most of tonight too. I need some privacy in the office and I hope I get these messages out on time.”

Nancy left the room as Joe watched her perfect ass sway in tight black slacks. In the office, Nancy connected to her corporate office workstation and broke into Sarah’s email account in seconds. She spoke to herself in whispers as she worked. “Stupid bitch needs to change her password from ‘Suzanne_1’ to something else. How about ‘j0e+10in’?” She paused and thought for a second. “That can wait for Tuesday, she needs to get this and do it.” Nancy filtered the unopened mail for ‘invitations’ and was surprised to discover the weekly invite from the CEO for Monday lunch was opened the day received and a polite decline was sent by Sarah. She checked for others. The same pattern repeated week after week for over one year, but this was the only one that occurred every Monday.

“Let’s see. They will just assume that she is a little fickle if she changes her mind . . .” she said aloud as her evil smile grew and she typed:

“I hope that it is not too late to accept for tomorrow. I have some free time to attend the executive lunch at The Supper Cat Club. – v/r, Mrs. Kneeler, PhD.”

Nancy was confident that she already knew Sarah’s combination of informal and formal writing style, but she checked it three times anyway before sending. She switched to her own work account, drafted and sent another message to Sarah’s account with a long list of pointers for how to behave on this sort of visit to a strip club, leaned back in her chair and licked her lips in delight. “She will be an executive in no time.”

“The Supper Cat Club? Who do I know there? Oh shit! This is that weekly meeting? The big boys talking shop at the feet of strippers,” she laughed to herself. Nancy checked the scheduling of the club. She knew at least half of the dancers in the pictures, but two of them were pretty good party friends and the schedule had them on every Monday lunch. Serenity and Passion were their stage names, but why was she associating them with the weekly CEO and guests lunch? She thought for a moment and did not remember them ever using any other names and she was pretty sure that they were roommates, or more. One thing she knew for sure, they were always open for making an extra buck and they really did not care about legal particulars. “Oh, that’s it! They are the dancers that usually dance for Mister Greene and his guests. I’ve gotten some pretty good info from them in the past too. How could I forget that? What the hell, it’s worth a shot.” Sure enough, in her pay-as-you-go “throwaway” phone, Passion and Serenity’s numbers and email addresses were in the contacts. She hesitated, thinking about how to pitch the idea. This was not like buying a few hits of E, a bag of weed or rewarding her family with beautiful, professional private entertainment. They would love to give the couple a beating too and Lord knows, they deserve it. ‘No, none of that without my personal supervision,’ she thought. ‘Something a little more unique, a bit more subtle with an in-your-face finish.’ She made the calls, struck a deal and had the general guidelines for the girls before joining Joe in the bedroom for a ‘vanilla’ night, with him on top, followed by a good night’s sleep.

Controlling Sarah.

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