Forced into Submission

Forced into Submission

Stories of Lesbian Domination

By

Lorna Snowdon

Copyright 2012 by Lorna Snowdon, all rights reserved

Table of Contents

Lesson

Center Fold

Temporary Office Girl

My Best Friend’s Daughter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

The Stupid Bet

A Week on the Chain

Taken From the Gym

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Welcome to the Neighborhood

Somehow I Don’t Think They’ll Mind

I’ll Do Anything

Trolling for Toys

I Need the Money

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Puppy Love

Lesson

“Mary, I’m sick of your sarcasm, I’m sick of your attitude, but most of all I’m sick of the way you think you can treat me.”

Replacing the cap on her lipstick and giving a final primp to her hair, Mary turned to her long time roommate and friend with a disdainful sneer.

“What the fuck is your problem, Amy, PMS, lack of sex?”

“Exactly that kind of statement is my problem, Mary, your mouth and the way you talk to me.”

“You’re just jealous because I’m prettier than you, smarter than you, have more friends than you, and I have a boyfriend.”

“I think you need a lesson in how to behave, Mary.”

“Well fuck you but, I’m late for my date so get out of my way, and make sure this place is cleaned up and you’re in your bedroom before nine ‘cause I’m planning on getting laid tonight.”

“Mary, I’m going to teach you a lesson first.”

Mary looked at Amy, standing between her and the door with a determined look on her face. She had never seen this expression before, this fierce anger. Amy was a solid girl who played pickup basketball with her friends and who could bench 200 pounds and Mary had no doubt that Amy could restrain her if she wanted. Maybe some contriteness would be a better idea.

“Look, Amy, I don’t know why you’re pissed and I’m sorry if it was something I said but I’ve got to go so, please move.”

Amy just looked at her longtime friend, the pretty one, the confident one, the one who always had boys sniffing around her, the one who always walked on her like she was a door mat and then gave some half hearted apology when she had pushed too far. Not this time.

“Did your mom ever spank you, Mary?” she asked softly.

Mary wasn’t sure what was happening here and why the conversation was moving in this direction but the first tiny flicker of uncertainty started like a miniature pinprick in the middle of her chest.

“Amy, what are you talking about, please, I have to go.”

“No, Mary, first a spanking which, even if you don’t get the point, will make me feel better.”

“Amy, that’s crazy, please stop this I’m going to be late,” Mary whimpered, the uncertainty a real flame now like a hot bubble in her chest.

“My hand or that stupid sorority paddle you’ve been dragging around for years?” Amy asked pleasantly.

Mary looked around like a wild animal caught in a blind alley with no way out. The only way out was the door behind Amy, her friend. Plain, sort of dumpy, spineless Amy who had always been there when she needed her, a perfect foil for her nasty wit and a dumping ground for her bad moods, was now standing in her way with signs of a backbone. This called for more imaginative approach.

Abruptly draping herself over the arm of the couch with her pert jeans clad bottom sticking up Mary glanced back at her friend and declared, “Ok, Amy, use your hand and hurry because I’m late.”

Amy smiled to herself realizing that Mary thought this sudden capitulation would cause a change of heart. So typical of her to try to manipulate the situation, well, not this time.

“Naked, Mary, and over my lap,” she said sweetly, “and I take it you want me to use my hand?”

Mary jumped up as if she had been stung by a cattle prod, the uncertainty had turned to fear that was growing in her chest. She couldn’t be serious. Naked? Time for abject begging.

Falling to her knees in front of Amy she grabbed her legs and pleaded, “Please, Amy, please, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, please don’t spank me, please let me go I promise I’ll never…”

“Mary,” Amy chided, “you just don’t get it do you? You are not going to get out of this one by manipulation. I am going to spank you, over my knees, on your naked ass.”

Mary was beaten and she knew it, the horror of the situation had finally penetrated. Still she didn’t move, remaining on her knees, weeping real tears of dismay and revulsion for the humiliation that was coming.

“Mary, your sentence is thirty smacks with my hand but, if you don’t get up and undress within the next two minutes I am going to add one per second until you do.”

Thirty? One per second? As Mary’s brain wrapped itself around the inevitability of what was coming she dragged herself up and began unbuttoning her blouse. One last try.

“Amy, couldn’t I just pull down my jeans?” she pleaded.

“Forty and you have only ninety seconds left.”

Mary quickly removed her blouse, bra and jeans, hesitating a moment before pulling down her panties and kicking them away, leaving herself completely nude in front of her friend. They had lived together for three years and Amy had seen her unclothed many times but somehow this was different, it was deeply humiliating and degrading for her to be standing here like this. Amy moved to the couch, glanced appraisingly at the lovely slender naked body in front of her and felt a small tickle start in her groin, a tiny blossom of heat that made her feel funny inside. She patted her lap expectantly and Mary walked slowly over and arranged herself.

Caressing Mary’s beautifully rounded bottom lightly, lovingly, Amy said tenderly, “I’m sorry it has come to this, Mary, I really am. We have been friends for so long and I hope we still can be.”

With that Amy wrapped one arm around Mary’s waist and, holding down with her considerable strength she started to wail at poor Mary’s bottom with a vengeance. By the fifth stroke Mary was screaming and crying like her heart would break. Amy hardened her heart and just continued to pummel away at the now reddening rear end in front of her. Mary’s cries turned to begging and pleading for her friend to stop but Amy just continued her relentless assault on those luscious orbs of quivering flesh under her hand. She was mesmerized and that funny tickle in her groin was growing with each stroke into a flood of something that was crying out for release.

She stopped reluctantly at the forty that she had deemed proper, but her mind and body wanted to go on. This new feeling had her confused, she wanted more of it. Spanking Mary had her sexually worked up like nothing had ever done for her before. Her mind circled around the possibilities as she sat back and waited for Mary’s cries to stop and for her to get up.

Mary’s cries didn’t stop, or rather Amy noticed they weren’t really cries anymore, more like moans, more like sexual whimpering. Mary was wet. Mary was soaking wet. Mary had her hand between her legs frantically moving toward eruption.

Grabbing Mary’s hand and preventing her from going over the edge Amy roared, “You fucking slut, that wasn’t a punishment at all, was it? You almost got off on that, didn’t you, you slut!”

“Oh, Amy, please, please let me finish,” Mary begged with the most sincere voice Amy had ever heard come from those pretty little lips.

“No, Mary, and don’t ask again,” Amy said with a steeliness in her voice that felt like a splash of cold water in Mary’s face.

Pushing Mary off of her lap, Amy grabbed her wrists and forced her hands behind her back. Pulling her into the kitchen she snatched the roll of duct tape from the tool drawer and taped Mary’s wrists together. Dragging her back to the living room she pushed her down on her knees in front of the couch and sat down facing her.

“Since spanking doesn’t work as punishment for you,” she said thoughtfully, “your new punishment is not being able to touch that needy little bud between your legs until I feel you deserve it.”

Mary was stunned. How could she do this? They were friends. With a pleading look in her face she looked up at her friend and now captor and said, “Amy, please, I let you spank me, please let me loose. I’m so…I need to…”

Mary’s pleading for her right to pleasure herself and the delicious thrill of withholding it focused Amy’s thinking. That ache that had started as a tiny spark in her groin had infused its way into her entire body and the certain knowledge came to her that the way to keep that glow was to keep her friend in frustration like this forever.

She leaned down, slapped Mary’s face and snapped, “You little slut, I told you not to ask again. One week, one week before I let you have five minutes with your finger and then only if I don’t hear another word and you obey me completely.”

Mary looked up with a beaten stare at her friend but wisely kept her mouth shut.

Amy could scarcely contain herself. It felt like a fountain was running between her legs. Leaning down until her face was close to Mary’s she brushed her lips lightly on those sweet lips that were now hers to use as she wished.

“My little slut-girl,” she whispered, “we are going to have so much fun together. You are going to be so frustrated.”

Standing up and tearing off her jeans and panties she plopped back down on the couch, tenderly reached out with both hands to capture Mary’s head and guide it into her waiting triangle.

“Make it nice, slut-girl,” she said.

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Center Fold

“I love these morning coffee get-togethers, Carol,” I said as I closed the slider to her kitchen.

“Sit down, Mary, we need to talk.”

“Sure, just let me get a cup and…”

“Sit, Mary,” she barked at me.

I looked at her. She seemed distant. I could see that something was bothering her. I sat.

“I want to show you something,” she said.

I looked at her expectantly. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed. She had a flimsy robe on and it wasn’t even belted. I could see her breasts and… I looked away wondering what could have her in such as state.

“Look at this,” she demanded as she pushed a cheap magazine across the table.

I looked and my world turned upside down. It was a center spread in a girlie magazine. The spread was of me and a friend in my own back yard by the pool. Three years ago on a lark I had let the friend talk me into posing for the pictures. Her boyfriend had taken the shots.

“Carol,” I said despairingly, “where did you get this?”

“What difference does that make?”

“I don’t know. I…I thought…”

“Is that Julie that you’re doing that with?” she asked.

‘Doing that with’ was a polite way of referring to the action shots. The boyfriend had thought that girl on girl action would be exciting. We had been drinking and it seemed like a hoot at the time. The centerfold was me with my mouth on Julie’s snatch. Julie had moved away a year ago.

“I want ‘that’,” Carol said softly.

“What?”

“I want you to get down under the table and do ‘that’ to me,” she said.

“Carol, you can’t be serious,” I said uncertainly.

“What would happen to you if these got out?” she said softly.

My heart beat a tattoo on my chest. My husband would leave me. I would lose my job.

“Carol, we’re friends,” I pleaded.

“Every morning after your husband leaves I want you under my table,” she said coldly.

I looked at her. We had been friends for years. She couldn’t mean…

“Now, Mary. Right now. I want ‘that’ right now.”

I dropped my eyes. I couldn’t believe that she would do this. I looked up once more praying that she didn’t really mean it but then I saw those icy orbs that looked at me like I was a slab of beef. I slipped off my chair and got to my knees. I crawled under the table to where her legs were spread and put my face where she wanted it.

By the third morning she wanted me nude. My orders were to strip on her back porch and crawl through the doggie door naked. I did what she asked. As soon as my husband left I ran across to her house, stripped, crawled through the doggie door and waited.

“Here, girl,” she said snapping her fingers and pointing to her crotch.

I put my tongue out and gave her what she wanted. Once wasn’t enough anymore so she kept me there for three, after which she pushed me away and looked at me.

“I like having you on your knees, Mary,” she said happily, “it’s where little stuck-up bitches like you belong.”

I put as much pleading in my eyes as I could and said, “Please, Carol, we were friends. Why do you have to treat me like this?”

She laughed and stood up.

“Follow me,” she said imperiously.

Se led me to the bathroom which looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in months. She opened the doors under the sink and pointed to the cleaning supplies.