Forced into Submission (2 page)

“I want this bathroom spotless in one hour, Mary,” she said.

When I finished I didn’t know what to do so I knelt next to the toilet. It was clear that each day was putting me deeper into her web but I couldn’t see any way out. I looked up as she entered. She glanced around and seemed happy.

“Mary, you are going to be one sweet little slave to have around,” she said, “I’ll have some more chores for you tomorrow. I want you to plan on staying most of the day.”

“Carol, please,” I begged.

“Mary!” she barked, “I expect you to address me as Miss Carol from now on.”

She was serious. I was not her friend anymore. I was just someone she was turning into a plaything. A servant.

“Yes, Miss Carol,” I said despairingly. “May I go home now?”

“In a minute,” she snapped, “first I need you to help me. I need to pee.”

I looked at her blankly. She smiled.

“Pull down my panties, girl,” she said urgently.

I pulled her panties down to her ankles. She sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder. I kept my eyes down fearful of the sadistic streak that seemed to be growing in her each day.

“Clean me,” she demanded.

I reached for the toilet paper but her hand snaked out and grabbed my wrist. I glanced up to her evil smile.

“No,” she said, “I want your tongue.”

I blanked my mind as I bent in to lick her clean.

The following day she got out the whip. I had finished doing the laundry and making her bed when she came in to inspect. I dropped to my knees and waited.

“What’s this?” she asked, digging a pair of panties out from under the bed with the end of the whip.

“I…I’m not…”

“You fucking little bitch,” she screamed. “Get up on the bed.”

“What?”

The whip found my ass and I scrambled to the bed. It hurt but something inside me responded. I stuck my ass up for the next one.

“Mary,” Carol laughed, “I knew you were a pain slut. Well, don’t worry. I’m here to give you what you need.”

She beat me and it hurt but on some deep level I wanted it. I kept my ass stuck out for her blows until she felt I’d had enough. I was sobbing but I wanted to bury my hand in my pussy.

“You can go, Mary,” she chuckled.

I barely got through my own door before I put my fingers on my bud and lay down on the floor. All of the horrible degradation that she had put me through just fueled my fire. I didn’t get up until a few minutes before my husband was due.

The following morning I crawled through the doggie door and into her snatch. I was becoming addicted to the smell and taste. My body was responding to the humiliation she put me through each day. She upped the ante. After my morning worship she told me to crawl to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. She came out of the bedroom sporting a huge erection. It was fake but I didn’t care because I wanted it in me.

“Spread your legs for me, slut-girl, I’m going to give you the ride of your life.”

That sounded like the bullshit my husband always tried to pass off when he was playing macho man. My cunt didn’t care and responded like it was a three day camel that was five days without water. I wanted her and that dildo and I hated myself for it. She fucked me and gave me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. After we came down I felt close to her. I snuggled into her neck and kissed her gently.

“I wouldn’t get too complacent if I were you,” she said. “Once you are my permanent slave-girl I don’t intend to let you have very many of those.”

I recoiled like she had slapped me. I had thought that… I looked into her eyes and there was softness but underneath a horrible cruelty. I trembled.

The next few weeks moved me further and further into her web. Even after I had given her what she wanted she wanted more. I was her maid which meant that I bathed and dressed her and then cleaned her house while she followed me around and spurred me on with a riding crop. She whipped me for no reason. She fucked me at will. I was a mess. I wanted out but I wanted to stay.

The opportunity for a change came when I got home one afternoon from a hellish day with my owner to find a note from my husband. He had run off with… Well, that didn’t make any difference. He wasn’t coming back and I was free. Actually I still had my job but I could dump that and start over. It was my chance to change my life and I decided that I would take it. I needed out and it was now or the bitch next door was going to swallow me. I packed my bag and planned on an early start.

***

I was running late. Without my husband’s alarm I had overslept. I had my bag and was at the door when the bitch came through it.

“Going somewhere, slave-girl?” she asked sweetly pushing me back into the living room.

“Look, Carol,” I said, “I am not playing this game anymore. I am leaving.’

“Game? Game?” she laughed. “This isn’t a game, my sweet slave, this is your life.”

“Carol,” I shouted, “I don’t care about that stupid magazine anymore. Show it to whoever you want. I don’t care.”

“Take off your clothes, Mary,” she said.

My cunt spasmed. Damn her anyway but I had to get free of this.

“Carol!”

“I’m going to punish you for being disrespectful,” she chuckled.

“Carol, I don’t want…”

“I don’t really give a fuck what you want or don’t want,” she said.

“Carol, you can’t do this.”

“Really?”

“No, I’m going to leave,” I said.

“Sure,” she said sitting down on the couch and spreading her legs.

“Carol,” I croaked but her triangle beckoned.

“Yes?” she asked cocking her head and smiling.

“Pleazzze,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please don’t make me.”

“Ok,” she said nicely and closed her legs.

My gaze was riveted. She was taking what I wanted away. I fell to my knees and crawled in between her legs, forced them apart and buried my face. She pulled my head back and pierced me with her eyes.

“Are you trying to say that you want to be my slave?”

I looked into her eyes and then dropped my gaze. She spread her legs.

“Well?” she asked.

I nodded.

#

Temporary Office Girl

“Come in.”

“Ms. Stacy, can I speak to you for a minute, please?”

“And you are?”

“I’m Raven, the new temp,” I said. “I’ve worked here for two weeks now.”

“What’s this about, Raven? I’m very busy.”

“I know, Miss, and I normally wouldn’t bother you but…”

I left my sentence hanging. I held a manila envelope in my hands but I didn’t make any effort to hand it to her just yet. In some ways this was my favorite part of the capture and I wanted to savor it.

“But what?” she said with irritation.

“Uh…I found a few irregularities,” I said timidly.

“Irregularities?” she said with a tinge of concern.

That first twinge of alarm caused a response in my lower abdomen. I loved this part. I held up the envelope but still didn’t hand it to her. The tingle in my pelvic area was delicious.

“Yes, Miss, with some of the accounts.”

“Irregularities with some of the accounts?” she said anxiously.

“Yes, Miss,” I said, finally holding the envelope out for her to take.

She pulled the sheaf of papers out on her desk. I had arranged them so that the pain that would start as a tickle in her stomach would be a raging inferno by the time she got to the last page. She didn’t get to the last page. She stopped on the second page and looked up at me with a very shrewd, calculating expression on her face. My stomach turned over. This one was bright! This one was really going to be fun!

“Who else has seen these, Raven?” she asked coolly.

“No one, Miss, I thought I should bring them here first.”

“Do you know what they are?” she asked watching me closely.

“Um…I’m not really positive,” I lied, “they just didn’t look right.”

“Are these the only copies?”

They weren’t of course but it would spoil my fun to tell her that right now so I just nodded.

“You were right to bring them to me first, Raven,” she said visibly relaxing. “I will see that you are rewarded for this.”

“
Like making sure that today is my last day?”
I thought.

“Oh, thank you, Ms. Stacy,” I said excitedly.

“You’re welcome, Raven,” she said magnanimously, “now get back to work and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, ok? It’ll just be our little secret.”

“Yes, Miss,” I said and left her office.

I went back to my desk thinking that the ax would probably fall at the end of the day. I was wrong. Thirty minutes later I looked up into the faces of two beefy security guards standing in front of my cubicle. I grinned at them and got stony stares back.

“We’re here to escort you from the building, Miss,” the older of the two said.

I pretended to be flustered but inside I was humming with joy. Margret Stacy was going to be so much fun!

“What’s this all about?” I asked.

“You are permitted to take only your personal items, Miss,” the older guard said, “and we will need to inspect every item.”

“My, my,”
I thought,
“very thorough.”

“I…I’ve only worked here two weeks,” I stammered. “All I have is my purse.”

The younger guard lifted my purse off of my desk and pawed through it. I could see he was uncomfortable looking in it but not so uncomfortable that he missed the thumb drive. He removed it and handed me my purse.

“We are going to have to keep this, Ma’am,” he said. “Human Resources will be advised and reimburse you for it.”

I knew that thumb drive was going straight to Ms. Stacy and would convince her that she had nipped her little problem in the bud. I hammed it up a bit for their report to her.

“But, that’s not fair,” I wailed. “I have important personal stuff on there. You can’t take that.”

“You need to leave the building now, Miss,” the older guard said, grabbing my elbow and pulling me toward the elevators.

“Wait,” I said, “I need to see Ms. Stacy.”

“Sorry, Miss, but our orders were to escort you from the building right now.”

“But…but…I need to talk to her,” I said. “There has been some mistake and I’m sure that when she finds out I’ve been let go she’ll be very angry.”

“I don’t think so, Miss,” the older guard laughed. “The orders came directly from her.”

I let myself slump like I was beaten. The two goons stayed with me until I had been pushed out the main door at the street and then they stood looking at me until I put my head down in defeat and walked away.

***

I spent the rest of my afternoon making some calls. At six I broke into Margret’s apartment and made myself comfortable. At six thirty she came through the door. She saw me right away. My heart rate went up twenty beats a minute as I saw just the faintest hesitation in her step. Margret was one cold savvy bitch.

“What are you doing here, Raven?” she asked coldly.

“Ms. Stacy, we need to talk,” I said deferentially.

“We have nothing to talk about, Raven,” she laughed. “The copies and your thumb drive are gone. I suggest you leave before I call the police and have you arrested for breaking into my home.”

“Please, Ms. Stacy, I needed that job.”

“Leave!”

I put my head down and walked to the door as if she had beaten me. She opened it for me and I stepped through. I waited until she had the door almost shut before I dropped the bomb.

“I lied,” I said softly.

She stopped dead. I could see her shoulders tense up slightly but she gave no other indication of the storm that must have been raging in her gut. She opened the door slowly and grinned at me. Under that grin was just the first trace of the terror that must have been boiling over in her mind. The twinge in my pelvic region was back with a vengeance. I kept my face blank and waited for her to speak.

“What did you lie about, Raven” she asked quietly as if she were nothing more than slightly curious.

The fire that sentence started threatened to overwhelm me. This woman was by far the best challenge I had ever had.

“About a lot of things,” I said mildly.

“A lot of things?”

“Yes, like on my resume where it asked my level of schooling and I said that I had a high school diploma.”

I saw the puzzlement flit through her face before she asked, “You don’t have a high school diploma?”

“Yes, of course,” I laughed, “I just forgot to mention the MBA with a double major in Finance and Accounting.”

That got her. That statement alone caused her mask to crumble and it took her a few seconds to put it back. She lived up to my expectations, however, and the cold unconcerned gaze came back.

“What else did you lie about, Raven?” she asked and I could hear the delicious fright in her voice.

“Uh…that I didn’t have more copies of what I gave you with corroborating data and files,” I said sweetly.

She blinked and showed me the shrewd woman who had known by page two what she had in her hands. She stepped into my space so that her eyes were six inches from mine.

“What do you want, Raven?”

“You.”

She backed up into her apartment and I followed. She wasn’t defeated yet. I could see in her eyes that she thought she could turn this around.

“So, you want part of my action?” she asked her voice almost back to normal now that she was convinced that she was just dealing with simple blackmail.

“No, Margret,” I giggled, “I mean you, as in…you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“As my slave, Margret,” I said.

I thought that would cause her to crumble but I was wrong, deliciously wrong.

“Raven, you have no idea of who you are dealing with,” she said coldly. “I have friends who would make you disappear with just a phone call.”

“Had,” I observed.

“What?” she said, clearly flustered.

“You had friends that could…”

I stopped because she had pulled out her cell phone and was dialing. This was too much fun!

“Hello? I need to talk to Frank, tell him it’s Margret.”

“Wow!”
I thought, “
she did have powerful friends.”