Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2018 20:17:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Lisa Jones
Subject: A Step Too Far

A Step Too Far (F/F, D/s, BD, Spanking, Humiliation, Incest, Consensual)
by Lisa Jones 2011

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Synopsis: Angela waited on her knees. When she had arrived, she gone
straight to Mistress's bedroom to prepare herself and, by now, she was more
than trained enough to know what that meant. Firstly, she had stripped
naked, leaving her clothes neatly folded on a chair. Then she had fitted
for herself the ankle cuffs with their short connecting chain and the wrist
cuffs which, once clipped together, held her arms behind her back. Now she
knelt in the proscribed position, facing the door with her knees wide apart
and her head held high, waiting for her Mistress.

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A Step Too Far Chapter 1

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It was nearly a year since she had first met Mistress, a year of being
gently guided, molded, until it was quite normal for her to be waiting like
this. When she had first moved into the neighborhood, devastated by her
divorce and struggling with the emotional fall out of caring for Jackie,
her seventeen-year-old daughter, Mistress, or simply Caroline as she had
been known then, had been all kindness, a rock, a real support in a very
trying time. More and more she had come to depend on her and, when, during
a rather drunken `I hate men' session, Caroline had given her a cuddle it
had turned into something else and months, no years, of suppressed sexual
tension had all come out at once.

Although Angela was, at first, rather ashamed of, as she put it, acting
like some sort of bitch in heat, Caroline reassured her that it was fine,
there was nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to be scared of and how could
something that felt so good be so bad?  Reluctantly at first Angela agreed
that it had felt good and, far more than the physical pleasure, after
having been so lonely, so insecure, so emotionally battered by the divorce
and all that surrounded it she was deeply grateful to relax in the security
of someone else's arms, to be taken, held, cuddled and cared for and, for
the first time in ages, Angela was finding real peace as she lay in
Caroline's bed. There she could forget all the cares, all the
responsibilities and be a little girl again, safe in her mothers, no, her
lovers, arms.

And then, in the passion of a particularly heated session Caroline had held
her down and smacked her, not hard, well, not by today's standards, and
Angela had been amazed at her own reaction. Caroline had touched a nerve
within her, a nerve she didn't know she had and far from flinching from the
pain she wanted, no needed more. The little girl inside her was a naughty
little girl and needed a mother's chastisement to make everything
right. Caroline had suggested that they should try some `role play games'
and, for the very first time, Angela had called her `Mistress'.

At first there had been little flickers of resistance but Caroline was so
gently insistent that spankings soon became a regular part of their
sessions together; indeed, more and more they became the entirety of their
sessions together. The giggles inside Angela were put aside as,
increasingly, she craved the inner peace that came as, shrugging the
burdens of life aside, she entered the simple world of servitude where her
only task was to obey.

Caroline, or rather Mistress, slowly upped the ante and started insisting
that Angela refer to herself as `slut-slave' and that, as part of their
sessions, she had to confess her `sins', imagined or real, and always in
the foulest possible language.  Angela was not used to swearing and using
the `c' word was hard for her but, somehow, there was something deeply
cathartic about being forced to do this and when `slut-slave' described her
`juicy aching cunt' she wasn't lying, however much she had to force the
words out.And then, came the day, the day she had first been collared. As
ever she had been naked and, on her knees, when Mistress had fitted round
her neck the heavy leather collar and told her that she had graduated, she
had made the grade, from then on, she was no longer free, she was
Mistress's sole possession, her true slave, her property and that, in
future, slut-slave's will would be completely subjugated to her Mistress.
They had gone back to Angela's house and Mistress had ransacked Angela's
wardrobe removing anything she deemed `unsuitable'.

Angela had watched, horrified, as all her underwear and a good proportion
of her clothing was bundled into black bin bags and taken to the local
tip. Part of her still wanted to say `no', to protest but she was scared,
scared that should she fail Mistress she would be rejected as unworthy and
that she could not bear.But it wasn't just fear of rejection which kept her
coming back for more.There was a part of her, deep, deep inside, which only
Mistress seemed to see. As she debased herself, as she groveled before her
Mistress, as the paddle, or the riding crop struck her buttocks or her
breasts, through all these things which should have repelled her she
couldn't help herself from wanting more. Despite the pain, despite the
humiliations, there were buttons inside her that only Mistress knew how to
push and, when a session was over, as she took herself home, bruised,
battered and exhausted she was also sated in way she'd never known existed.


A Step Too Far Chapter 2

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And now, today, Mistress had sent a text demanding that she be there ready
and waiting. She'd let herself in and, as so many times before, prepared
herself, readied herself to be used in whatever way Mistress asked. At last
the door opened, Mistress approached, the wait was over.

"There you are slut-slave, back for more, I see." Mistress said with a
light laugh.

"Of course, Mistress, this slut-slave is yours, this slut-slave lives only
to serve you." Angela replied.

`How sweet. Now I have a special treat for you today, but only if you're
truly obedient, only if you do exactly what I say. Is that understood?'

`slut-slave understands, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.' Angela replied.

`Now let's finish getting you dressed.' Mistress went to her bedside table
and brought out the collar, returning to stand in front of the kneeling
Angela.

`What do you say?'

`Please, Mistress, this slut-slave begs to be allowed to wear the collar,
this slut-slave begs to be allowed to serve.' The need, the longing in
Angela's voice wasn't feigned. She didn't know what she would do if
Mistress ever said no.

Mistress leant forward and fastened the heavy collar around Angela's neck,
fastening the twin padlocks that held it tight. At three inches wide the
collar meant that Angela had to hold her head up and it reinforced
Mistress's constant demand for a perfect posture.

"Tonight, tonight will be easier if you don't think too much. I'm going to
blindfold you and take you to the playroom. If you just do as you're told
it will be fine." Mistress went back to her bedside draw and returned with
a blindfold and leash. The blindfold was leather with Velcro fastenings and
soft padding over the eyes and, once fitted Angela was in complete
darkness. Then the leash was attached to the collar and Angela was ordered
to stand. With her feet hobbled it was hard keeping up with Mistress as she
was led through the house but she had learnt the small precise steps
necessary and they were soon at the playroom door.

"Remember, slut-slave, try not to think too much, just do as you're told."

Mistress said gently before opening the door and leading her through.Angela
was amazed to hear a muffled gasp. There was someone else in the room,
someone who was, by the sounds of things, very upset and wearing a
gag.`I've brought you to meet dirt-bag, one of my other slaves.' Mistress
said.`What? Did you think you were the only one? Now kneel down.'Angela's
head was reeling. She had never for a moment considered the possibility
that Mistress might have other slaves. Was she jealous? Of course she
was. Mistress's instructions not to think ran through her mind. She had to
calm down, she had to show she was worthy, she had to show that she could
be a better slave, more obedient, more compliant, more willing than this
interloper.`Now then, slut-slave, why don't you tell dirt-bag just what you
are?' Mistress suggested.

"I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I'm a harlot. I am not worthy to lick Mistress's
boots" Angela began. This was a litany she knew by heart. "I'm a bitch in
heat, driven by my animal need to satisfy my putrid cunt, my filthy lusts,
my sick perverted desires. I am forever grateful to Mistress for showing me
what I am and I love my Mistress for allowing me to serve her, allowing me
within her gracious presence."

"Very good, slut-slave. Do you see, dirt-bag, do you see what a foul
degenerate this slut-slave is. She's good for nothing, nothing at all."
Mistress said."But you're just as bad, aren't you, dirt-bag." Mistress
continued. "Your cunt drips with need as well. You're just the same, just
as horny. Now, slut-slave," Mistress turned her attention back to
Angela. "Why don't you find out just how much dirt-bag's cunt is dripping
with her foul juices."This tirade of invective, this torrent of abuse,
worked to fuel the desire between Angela's thighs and, almost in a dream,
she shuffled across the floor guided by Mistress until she felt her face
bump against another body. The strong smell of an aroused woman greeted her
and, as Mistress pushed her forward, she realized she was settling between
widespread thighs and ending up with her face directly over the woman's
shaven pubic mound. For some reason the woman seemed distressed by this and
little mews of frustration escaped the gag as she tried to twist her body
away but, or so Angela guessed, the straps that held her were tight and,
try as she might, she was unable to move more than an inch or so.

"Go on, slut-slave." Urged Mistress. "You know what to do. Let's see just
how much dirt-bag likes having her cunt licked out by a degenerate like
you."

Angela searched out the folds of the woman's sex and, despite her
struggling managed to ease them apart with her tongue. It was quite an
effort to stay with the woman as she was writhing about but Angela managed
and, in the fullness of time, was rewarded as the woman's body finally
responded. Whatever reason the woman might have for her reticence her body
was flesh and blood as Angela's busy tongue worked its magic she could feel
the woman's clitoris swelling beneath it. Angela had been well trained by
Mistress and it wasn't long before she could sense the woman, however
unwillingly, was reaching her first climax.

"Don't stop, don't stop until I say so." Angela heard Mistress order and,
keeping a regular flick, flick, flick Angela worked away as time and time
again the woman responded until, with a massive shudder, and a cry which
even the best of gags couldn't suppress, the woman came one last time, her
body going rigid before collapsing, hanging limply against the bonds that
held her."There, wasn't that fun." Mistress said gaily as she used the
leash to pull Angela back and away from the woman. "Now, let's get this
blindfold off you."

Mistress undid the Velcro fastenings and pulled the blindfold away. Angela
blinked in the light and, as sight returned, she could see the
spread-eagled body of the woman before her. A sudden sense of dread gripped
her and her stomach gave a lurch; surely this could not be, surely Mistress
wouldn't...

"Look at the pair of you, my pathetic little slaves, so desperate to please
their Mistress, they'll do anything I order, anything at all. Well get used
to it." Mistress's voice was suddenly harsh, demanding. "You're mine to do
with as I wish, with no limits, no excuses and whether you like it or not
is of no consequence whatsoever."

With Mistress's laughter ringing in her ears Angela leant back and looked
up, up past the stomach, up past the breasts and up, straight up, up into
the distraught and tear stained face of her daughter, Jackie.

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