Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2010 21:23:13 EST
From: mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: Blackmailed into Slavery,  F/F Bnd  by JYM

Blackmailed into Slavery,  F/F Bnd  by JYM
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I had just ended a long D/s relationship with a  delightful slave when I
ran into Dee  again.  I had taken my slave as far  as she could go, at least
with me, and had released her to seek a new master or  mistress.  I felt she
was really in  need of the latter as she was interesting in exploring some
aspects of her  nature that only another woman could explore with her.  I
wished her luck and we parted  friends.
It was a few days later that I ran into Dee in the cafeteria at the office.
 Dee and I had worked together for more  than a year.  Then she had
accepted  a new job in another division.  I  still saw her occasionally, but not
that often.  I was reading a report when she walked  by and gave me a cheery "
Hello."  As  I watched her walk away, admiring her trim figure and sleek
shapely legs, it  suddenly hit me that she would make an ideal slave.  And it
would be a real challenge to  enslave her, one worthy of my efforts.
At the time, Dee was  thirty-two, married, the mother of two.  She was
about 5'4", vivacious and pretty, with compact build, sandy brown  hair worn
rather short and brown eyes.  I knew a little about her background and I knew
her to be a somewhat prim  and proper woman, a devoted wife and mother.  But
I sensed a streak of sensuality that  she hadn't suppressed completely.
And a hint of submissiveness.  Or was that wishful thinking?  Time would tell.
Over the next couple of months I made a concerted effort  to seduce Dee.
To no avail, nothing worked.  She was steadfast and loyal, although
flattered by my efforts.  I was  about to give up when a misdirected fax message
delivered her into my  hands.  Not overnight, I had to do  some further
investigation and obtain some addition documents but, within  another month I was
ready and she was mine for the taking.  The fax by itself was harmless, but
it  had triggered a memory and further digging had uncovered an ongoing scam
that  had cost the company a lot of money.  Each incident was small and
slipped through the cracks, but over the  years it added up to a hefty sum.  A
nice addition to one's income.
I called Dee one Friday  morning in early July and asked her if she could
come to my office that  afternoon at four to discuss a new opportunity.  She
was hesitant because she normally  leaves work by 3:30.  I told her I
understood.  "Oh, by the way, have  you ever heard of a company called Precision
Products?"  I heard a gasp followed by a short  silence.  Then Dee told me
she'd meet me at 4:00  p.m.
I was ready and waiting when she arrived.  She sat in the chair by my desk
and  crossed her legs, showing her dimpled knees and a generous length of
smooth,  firm thigh.  I handed her a copy of  the original fax and asked her
to read it.  I sat back and watched, enjoying my view of her legs, aware that
I would  soon see much more of her.  She read  the fax and set it down on
my desk.  "So, what's this about?  I  don't see any mention of Precision
Products, whoever they  are."
I had to admire her.  "Nice try, a very nice try.  But I've got you.  Show
me your tits.  Now!"
She jumped to her feet and headed for my door, sputtering  that she was
going to report me to personnel.  "Ok, tell them about Janice Markham and
Pioneer Cleaning too."  She stopped  dead in her tracks and turned around.  I
waved a folder and set it down on top of the fax.  "It's all in here.  The
whole story.  All five years of it."
Her shoulders slumped and she started to walk back to my  desk.  "Stop, go
back and lock my  door.  I don't want to be  disturbed.  And call your
husband;  tell him you'll be working late.  Until about 9:00, maybe later.  That
should give us plenty of time."  She sat down and made the call.  When she
put the phone down she gave me  a bleak look and asked what was next.  "I don'
t want you to go to jail and I don't want you fired.  Sign the top paper in
that folder and  hand it to me.  Then you will stop  the scam.  And for the
next year you  will be my loyal, willing sex slave.  At the end of the year
I'll give you the originals of the papers in that  folder and you'll be
free.  Otherwise you can delight the bull dykes up at state prison for the
next  7-10 years.  Your  choice."
She stared at me in silence for a moment.  Then she opened the folder, read
the top  page, and hastily scrawled her signature across it.  It was a
simple confession of her crime  and an agreement to accept a year of slavery as
punishment.  Incriminating for both of us, binding us  together for a year.
I signed it  and made her a copy, placing the original in my office safe.
Then I sat down and gave her a long look  that caused her to blush.  "I
believe I asked you to show me your tits, didn't  I?"
She hesitated, and then nodded.  "Yes," she  whispered.
I leaned over and slapped her across the face.  "Yes what?  Be respectful.
And now I want to see more of you.  Stand up and remove your blouse and
skirt."
She rubbed her cheek and blinked.  "Yes sir."  She stood up and slowly
unbuttoned her  blouse, slipping it off finally and laying it across the back
of the chair she'd  been sitting in.  Then she unsnapped  her skirt and eased
it off, laying it carefully atop the blouse.  When she straightened up I
caught my  breath.  She was wearing a plain  cotton bra and matching panties.
But instead of pantyhose she was wearing white thigh highs.  She was nicely
tanned.  Her hips were a trifle wide, but  otherwise her body was perfect.
She  obviously worked hard to stay in shape.  Her stomach was flat and her
navel deep and perfectly round.
I gestured and she turned to give me a view of her  back.  Nice broad
shoulders to  balance her hips; a firm, full ass; and her thighs looked as good
from the back  as they had from the front.  I told  her to remain facing away
while she removed her bra.  Her hands came up and unhooked it and it
joined the growing pile of clothes on the chair.  Then I had her turn around
slowly,  revealing full, firm tits with hard, pointy brown nipples.  Just the
slightest trace of sag, enough  to make her tits more erotic than if they'd
been perfect.  She was a real woman, not a plastic  goddess from the
magazines.  Her  panties came next.  I was mildly  surprised to see that her pubic
bush was wild and untrimmed.  That didn't go with the tan lines that  showed
on her body.  I asked her  about it and she blushed again.  "Sir, my husband
likes to see pussy hair when I wear a bikini.  The children are too young to
 notice."
I smiled.  "Do you show pussy hair on public beaches?"
She hesitated before nodding and whispering, "Yes  sir."
"How do you feel about  that?"
She glanced toward the window before answering.  "It makes me feel like a
slut.  And it excites  me.....sir."
I told her to keep her stockings and shoes - medium  heeled black pumps -
on and turn around.  When she was standing with her back to me I told her to
spread her legs a  comfortable distance apart and then bend forward from the
waist until her torso  was parallel with the floor.  When  she had done so,
I told her to reach back and spread herself so that I could get  a look at
her asshole.  She  obediently reached back and spread her buttocks.  Her
anus was a tightly pucker little  ring, dusking pink shading to beige/brown.
"Have you been fucked in the  ass?"
She shook her head but I caught the tiniest  hesitation.  She was lying.  I
let it ride for the moment.  I had her turn back toward me and squat  with
her feet together and her knees spread.  I showed her how to place her hands
on  her thighs and told her that that was position #1.  "Remember it.  When
I snap my fingers and say `one'  this is the position you will assume."
She nodded.  "Yes sir, I'll remember."
I had a sudden thought.  I leaned and slipped my hand between her  legs.
She was sopping.  I held my wet finger in front of her  mouth and she licked
it clean without being prompted.  "You like the humiliation, don't  you?"
Another nod.  "Yes sir, I do.  Very  much."
"Good.  You'll get plenty of it over the course of the next year." I stood
up  then and unzipped my pants.  My cock  was hard and I stepped close and
told her to suck me.  She took me in her mouth and gave me a  wonderful blow
job.  Just as I was  about to cum, I pulled out and shot my load over her
face, tits, and belly.  She took it with her eyes wide  open.  I let her
squat there while  my cum dried on her body.  Then I  told her to put her blouse
and skirt on and we'd go somewhere more private.  "Where I can hear you
cry when I spank  you."
She dressed without a word and tucked her underwear into  her purse.  It
was after 5:00 by  then and we didn't see anyone except a female security
guard as we walked across  the lobby to the exit.  I pointed  out my car and
told her to follow me to my place.  I told her to park in my garage as I had
an extra space.  When we got to my  house I opened one garage door and she
pulled inside.  I parked on the driveway in front of the  middle of the three
doors.  She  removed her skirt and blouse and left them in her car as I had
instructed.  She got out of her car and walked  forward until she was
standing in the doorway.  She didn't seem to mind that she was  visible to anyone
passing by.  Not  easily visible because my driveway is 150 feet long, but
visible just the  same.
I stopped and admired the way she looked standing there  in stocking and
shoes, dried cum on her face and body.  My house is located in a wealthy
suburb.  The houses are large and  set on large, fairly private lots.  My
property is extensively and expensively landscaped.  I've done a lot of the work
myself and  I'm proud of it.  I had Dee remove her heels and then I took her
on a tour of the  grounds.  Before we left the garage,  I put leather cuffs
on her wrists and cuffed them behind her back.  Then I put a leather collar
around her  neck.  I snapped a leash on the  collar and led her out.  She
was  blushing but she didn't protest.  Not a peep.
But I had made a call from my car phone and, as planned,  my neighbor,
Sara, was out and about.  Dee hung back as soon as we walked  around to the side
of the house and saw Sara coming toward us.  Sara is a tall, thirtyish
redhead, never  married and wealthy in her own right.  We met a few days after
she bought the house next door to mine.  Later, after she was settled, we had
 dinner and discovered a mutual interest in D/s.  Sara is domme and a
lesbian, so our  interests coincide more than if she was hetero.  She's also a
stunning beauty - long red  hair, jade green eyes, a slim supple body with
small firm tits and long  beautiful legs.  She was barefoot,  wearing shorts
and a little cropped top.  Sara and I fuck occasionally, but the basis of our
friendship is our  interest in D/s and our willingness to share our slaves.
Her current slave, Joanna, is a college  senior.  She's just 21, a long,
limber California blonde.  I knew that Joanna was due back from a  quick
visit home and was looking forward to putting her with Dee.
But the first priority was to teach Dee some manners.  I jerked the leash
and pulled her forward, forcing her to her knees in  front of Sara.  I'd
given Sara a  quick rundown over the phone and she knew enough to proceed.  She
took Dee's leash and wrapped it around her left hand.  She had a wide, thick
leather strap in  her right hand.  And Dee felt it across her firm buttocks
a moment later.  I was ready.  When Dee's mouth opened I stuffed a ball gag
in, cutting off  her scream.  Then, after it was  secure, Sara gave her a
good hard dozen across her ass.  After the punishment was over, we took  Dee
out to my patio and put her on her  knees.  Tears streamed down her face  as
she looked back and forth from me to Sara.  "Sara, do you want to whip her
tits now  or have her eat you?"
Sara grinned.  "Tough choice.  I wonder if  the slut has an opinion.
She leaned forward and removed the ball  gag.
Dee, still sobbing,  whimpered, "Please, let me eat you!  Please!"
Sara nodded and lifted herself off the seat long enough  to remove her
shorts.  Then she  pulled her top off.  I sat and  enjoyed the sight of two
lovely nude women having sex.  One on her knees, eating pussy for the  first
time.  But not the last.  Not by a long shot!  After Sara was brought to a very
 satisfying orgasm, she leaned forward and licked her juices from Dee's
lips and chin.  "Now, Dee, you have another choice.  You can have your tits
whipped, twenty  hard ones, or you can walk over and jump into the deep end of
the  pool."
Dee glanced at me but I  shrugged and she knew that I wouldn't help her.
Then she got up and walked over to the  edge of the pool and jumped in.  Her
hands were still cuffed behind her back.  Sara glanced at me and chuckled.
"The bitch really doesn't want to have her tits whipped!"  We walked over
and stood watching  Dee struggle in the deep end.  She kept herself afloat
by kicking hard  but it was obvious that she was slowly drowning.  She didn't
call for help, just stared at  us as she struggled and lost.  As  she was
going down for probably the last time, Sara jumped in and pulled her to
safety.  As Dee crouched on the edge of the pool, on all fours,  gasping for
breath, Sara slipped a hand between her legs and began to masturbate  her.  Dee
lifted her head and stared at me with a strangely  intent look on her face
as Sara skillfully masturbated her to orgasm.  As her orgasm hit, Dee threw
her head back and whimpered with  pleasure.
Later, with Dee again on her knees in front of us, Sara  glanced at me and
then back at Dee.  "Slave," she asked, "How long has it  been since you've
had an orgasm?"
Dee looked at me and I  nodded.  "Three years," she  whispered.
Sara glanced at me and arched one brow.  Then back at Dee.  "And how  long,
slave, since you've been fucked?"
Dee shrugged.  "Three  years."
I was stunned.  I asked her to explain.
"My husband doesn't want any more children and he refuses  to practice
birth control.  It's  against his religion.  So, the last  time I got fucked
was the last time I was  pregnant."
Sara and I glanced at each other.  This was an interesting development, a
very interesting development indeed!  Sara turned to Dee again and asked her
 if she wanted to have sex again.
Dee glanced back and  forth from Sara to me and then back to Sara.
"Yes, please!  Oh god, yes!  I want  it!"
Sara leaned forward and cupped Dee's full, firm tits.  She squeezed them
gently, running her  thumbs over Dee's hard nipples.  Dee  arched her back,
moaning, and pressed her tits against Sara's hands.  I had a sudden thought
and I asked Sara  to sit back for a moment.  She  nodded and released Dee's
tits.  I got up and crouched behind Dee, releasing the clip holding her cuffs
together,  freeing her wrists.  She glanced  over her shoulder, a quizzical
look on her face.  I patted her on the back.  "I'm sorry Dee, I made a
mistake.  You're free to go.  I'll give you the papers Monday."  Dee got  this
look on her face like a kid who's just had the cookie jar snatched  away.  I
glanced at Sara with a look  of triumph.  I was right; Dee wanted slavery
because of the  sex.
"Please, Jack, no!  Please...."  Her voice  trailed off.
Sara reached out and stroked her.  "Dee,  what do you want?  How do you
feel  about being a slave now?  I know you  were blackmailed into it but you
seem to have changed quickly.  Explain it to us."
Dee took a deep  breath.  "Yes, it's true that I was  blackmailed into it.
 But now I'm a  slave.  I'm not responsible for  anything that happens to
me.  Or  anything I'm forced to do.  I'm free  to have sex.  A lot of sex.
I don't want to give that  up!"
Sara nodded.  "What about your children and your husband?"
Dee sighed.  "I don't want to lose my children.  My husband?  I don't care
any more.  Well, I do care, but I want  this!"
Sara cupped Dee's tits  and fondled them gently.  "There  will be pain,
lots of pain.  Whippings.  Humiliation.  Sex, lots of sex.  With men and
women.  You'll be pierced.  Branded.  Tortured.  Fucked in the ass.  The mouth.
Pissed on.  Things you can't  imagine."
Dee shook her head.  "I still want it.  I hate the thought of some of the
things  you mentioned, but I want the sex.  And especially the humiliation.
                   The End