Author's Note: *This is the first part of a multi part story. It might be a slow at first since this is the background.

**If you have comments or suggestions please email michelle.wong330@yahoo.com.


Part 1 – The Background

"What's my schedule this afternoon?" Exiting the elevator walking to her office, Heather asked her assistant Jennifer. Trying to balance two cups of coffee while retrieving her PDA, Jennifer managed to give a reply before they arrived at Heather's office. "There's no appointment in the afternoon Miss Heather." Opening her office door Heather entered and set her laptop on her desk, she sat in her comfortable chair and looked at Jennifer. Quietly she said, "Don't schedule anything. We're leaving at 3 pm." Jennifer nodded and set Heather's coffee on the desk and exited, returning to her desk.

At 3 pm sharp, Jennifer knocked. "When you're ready Miss Heather." Heather stood and grabbed her coat putting it on. She always dressed conservatively at work. Skirts never shorter than knee length, shoes with heels never higher than 2 inches, her top always non-revealing with carefully selected underwear. Never wearing excessive make ups, however her face was still stunning and her figure to die for. At the age of only 25, she managed a team of financial analysts at a small but successful firm reporting directly to the CFO. However she didn't get to this role by using her 5'7", 34DD-24-25 figure. In fact, quite the opposite. Her success was purely a reward of her intelligence. Over the past year at this firm she has rejected too many men that wanted her. Thus the dress down, since she wouldn't need to attract any more attention. At this stage, she would like to focus on her career more than anything else. As she opened her office door, Jennifer already stood right outside waiting for Heather. Heather expected Jennifer to dress equally conservative, so that was exactly how Jennifer was dressed every day.

The drive to Heather's house was uneventful. Heather inherited a small fortune from her grandparents and technically she didn't need to work. But she wasn't going to let her talent go to waste. As soon as the two entered Heather's good sized house, things immediately changed. "In the dungeon, naked, collar, ballet boots, on your knees." Without even raising her voice, Heather's words got a hint of authority in them. Jennifer did not dare to hesitate as she hurried down to the basement while Heather took the stairs to her bedroom upstairs. She took her time getting naked carefully putting her work clothes away properly and showered. A bathrobe and slippers were all she worn when she went downstairs to the basement, or dungeon. Jennifer is already kneeling on the floor, legs spread. Her eyes met Heather's, obviously puzzled why they took a few hours off work and back to their place, and from the look of this, Jennifer expects a punishment, though didn't know why. Without a word Heather reached for the D-ring on Jennifer's collar and pulled, heading towards the middle of the basement. Jennifer immediately got on her hands and knees and crawled following the lead. "Stand up." That was all Heather said. Jennifer quickly stood. She was much taller than Heather. At 5'9", the ballet boots added at least another 8 inches to her height. Her massive 38E breasts became easily accessible to Heather, which she took advantage of and attached two hooks to Jennifer's nipple rings. Heather then retrieved a key from the pocket of her robe and instructed Jennifer to spread her legs. Unlocking the chastity belt on Jennifer's hip Heather then walked towards a shelf and picked a vibrator. Returning to Jennifer she inserted the vibrator into Jennifer's already moist pussy and attached the base to the plate of her chastity belt before locking it up again, pressing the vibrator deep into Jennifer's love hole. She then cuffed Jennifer's hands behind her back and stood in front of Jennifer, pulling the chain that hung from the ceiling. The chain was connected to the hooks attached to Jennifer's nipple ring through a pulley on the ceiling. As she pulled, the chain brought Jennifer's breasts up higher and higher until she's standing very straight, her massive breasts lifted up to as high as they can get. Heather then locked the chain to a ring on the floor and stepped back. Looking at Jennifer standing on tiptoe in her ballet boots, breasts lifted up and locked, Heather finally spoke. "Do you know why you're being punished?" "No Mistress Heather." "What you said in the executive meeting this morning is extremely inappropriate. That is the reason." Thinking back, Jennifer finally realized what went wrong. She immediately apologized. Heather simply replied with "Too late." She reached forward and turned the vibrator on, took a seat and began to read.

Jennifer couldn't help wondering once again how she ended up like this. About a year ago she accepted the job offer as Heather's assistant. To be honest Jennifer is over qualified. With a Ph.D. she can easily take over Heather's role. However her soft skills weren't exactly perfect and that costed her a few jobs. She found herself jobless at the age of 27 and a lot of bills to pay. Finally she lowered her standard and applied for an assistant role. At least it pays well and is in her field of expertise. The first week was the worst. Her weakness completely revealed itself and she found herself at Heather's house Friday after work getting a lecture. Heather's tone was nowhere near soft and Jennifer is in fear of losing the job again. Heather saw the chance and decided to try her luck. She took Jennifer to her basement and her voice turned soft. In no time she convinced Jennifer to put on a collar. From that point on, Jennifer was slowly trained to satisfy Heather's needs, both at work and off.

Soon Jennifer moved in with Heather. It was to save her rent and to let Heather train her. A few weeks later Jennifer was caught flirting with a co-worker. Heather did not like that at all. Affects productivity she said. The chastity belt came into play when it arrived two weeks later, custom made for Jennifer. Since then, Jennifer is lucky if she gets an orgasm within a month.

A sharp pain from her nipples brought Jennifer back to reality. Looking at the clock on the wall it was 3 hours later, and Jennifer felt like she's going to fall any moment. Her nipples were hurting while supporting the weight of her heavy breasts. Her toes were in pain after supporting her entire body weight standing for 3 hours. Her ankles were sore after forming such a painful arch in her ballet boots. Worst yet, she was so aroused by the vibrating monster deep in her pussy that she cannot stand another moment without falling, ripping her nipples right open. Yet Heather showed no sign of releasing her. She knew very well asking for release wasn't the greatest idea, but it beats ripping her nipples off. Finally she gathered enough courage to whisper. "Mistress." Heather looked up at Jennifer, clearly not pleased. "You're disturbing me. Did I tell you to speak?" "No Mistress." "Then shut up." "But Mistress..." "What is it!" "I can't stand it anymore." With a grunt, Heather stood and walked to Jennifer. Taking Jennifer's right breast in her hand Heather gave it a little shake. Jennifer responded by gasping. Heather unhooked the nipple rings from the hooks. Jennifer almost fell, but held herself up. Heather uncuffed Jennifer's hands and unlocked the chastity belt to remove the vibrator. The belt was immediately locked again. "Shower. I expect dinner at 8." With that Heather walked upstairs to her study. Jennifer hurried as quickly as she can still walk in the boots to her bathroom in the dungeon. Removing her collar and boots she rubbed her feet and quickly showered.

While preparing dinner naked, Jennifer heard Heather enter the living room. Checking the clock she realized it's almost 8 pm. Quickly finishing up she brought both their dinners to the living room. She offered Heather hers then sat beside Heather. Heather always allowed Jennifer to have dinner with her while they watch TV. But such relaxing time was short. Soon dinner is over and Jennifer went back to work. Washing dishes while Heather continues to watch TV. As soon as she was done she returned to the living room. Heather then walked upstairs to her bedroom. Jennifer followed. Once inside Heather got on her king size bed and spread her legs. "Two. I'm tired tonight." Jennifer positioned herself between Heather's legs and began licking. Over the past year Jennifer has learned how to pleasure Heather, however it still took her a long time to give Heather two orgasms. By the time she's done Jennifer's lower face was covered with Heather's juice. Yes Heather is the juicy type. Very juicy. "Good. Clean up and go to bed." Jennifer went downstairs to the dungeon and cleaned her face, then got on her own king sized bed and tried to sleep. She kept wondering when this will be over. She wasn't a submissive at all and was growing tired of being Heather's slave. Heather really has nothing on her now. Jennifer has smoothened her sharp edges and polished her soft skills, learning from Heather by watching her. She really can quit and find another job. Besides, Heather was so full of herself that the key to Jennifer's chastity belt was simply hung on the key ring in the kitchen. There's nothing to hold her back. It's about time. She slowly fell asleep.

"Call Mark and tell him to arrive at 10 pm sharp Friday night." Over lunch Heather gave the instruction. Jennifer thought to herself "So it's one of those days again." Although Heather has a big sexual appetite, she only wants the result, namely the orgasms. That's why Jennifer is her primary tool to achieve that. However, once in a while Heather wanted more. A real lover. Not any person but one that can satisfy her needs. She'd go "hunting" for a suitable candidate, and when one was found, and proven competent in bed, she'd keep him. Either the man has the skills it takes to make her satisfied, or can make her cum multiple times, or really knows how to turn a woman on, or..... anything that makes Heather happy. Keeping him meant putting a male chastity device on him so his cock only services her, when summoned of course. Usually it's not easy to do, but with Heather's stunning look and body, and her smooth talking skills, most of the time her men willingly accepted to be hers, including putting on the chastity device. And when she needed, she'll summon them. Heather currently owns 5 cocks, 3 of them are "captured" even before Jennifer's time. Friday night is Mark's night it appears. The last time Jennifer remembered calling Mark is at least 3 months ago. "Poor guy" she thought to herself. But then she remembered another one named Ed. Jennifer cannot even remember when she called him last. Was it half a year ago? Or longer? Anyway. She did as told and made the arrangements.

Friday night after dinner and clean up, Jennifer was instructed to go to the dungeon. At 10 pm Heather opened the door for Mark wearing only a silk robe. The two went to the bedroom immediately and Heather got on the bed. Mark stripped naked and Heather reached to unlock the chastity device. Mark's cock is hard in no time. There's no more work for her. The rest is up to Mark. Soon her robe was removed, every inch of her body was kissed and touched softly. She likes Mark's foreplay a lot, but the best part was how long he can keep himself from cumming. Mark put the condom on and slowly entered Heather. For the next 15 minutes Mark fucked Heather slowly without stopping. Heather reached her first orgasm. She was quiet though. Never a moaning person, merely gasps and pants, even during her orgasms. She was expecting at least 3 from Mark when her second one was almost there Mark grunted and shot his load. Heather was angry. But she did not show it. Instead she played the good girl and asked if Mark liked it. She even helped Mark remove the condom and clean him up. She then asked if Mark is willing to put the device on again. She always gives them a choice. And they always choose yes. Soon after Mark left she went to the dungeon with the condom in her hand. That startled Jennifer because Heather always retires after sex. The look on Heather's face worried Jennifer. "Hands cuffed on the hook. Now!" Jennifer immediately complied, cuffing her hands together and bringing them to the hook above her head. Heather pulled the chain tight and locked it on the ground. She approached Jennifer and said, "Open your mouth." When Jennifer did she squeezed the huge load of cum in the condom into Jennifer's mouth. "Hold it and do not swallow." Holding the cum in her mouth Jennifer wondered what will happen next. Heather unlocked Jennifer's belt and pushed a finger into Jennifer's pussy, finding the right spot and curled her finger pressing against it. She then put the thumb of the same hand against Jennifer's clit. Jennifer's response was a moan. Heather kept her fingers where they were, applying the right pressure without moving. Soon Jennifer felt the need build and slowly rocked back and forth trying to pleasure herself. Seeing Heather did not object she rocked faster and harder. It took a while but she felt her orgasm building. She instinctively swallowed the cum in her mouth and moans loudly. Hearing the loud moan Heather withdrawn her hand completely and stared at Jennifer. Still in her trance Jennifer lets out a whine, but as she saw Heather looking at her she knew she did something wrong. "Told you not to swallow." Jennifer managed to whisper "Please don't, Mistress." When Heather pushed a small vibrator into Jennifer's pussy, turned it on and locked the belt in place. Jennifer was released from the hook, but for the rest of the weekend, the vibrator was on low, taken out only to change batteries.

It's Friday finally, and tonight they have bigger plans. Once home they both got ready. Heather showers and retrieves her outfit for tonight, and sits on her bed waiting for Jennifer. A few minutes later Jennifer knocks and enters her bedroom. Knowing what to do, Jennifer immediately picked up the bra on the bed and helped Heather put it on. It's a simple black bra cupping her DD breasts. Next comes the equally simple panties. In fact, Heather doesn't own a lot of sexy lingeries. There's no such need. The red blouse comes next, then the tight leather pants, and finally her knee high boots. Only two inches heels. Heather thinks only a slut wears higher heels. She doesn't even own anything with heels higher than 2 inches. She does love boots though. The feeling that boots hug her legs turns her on. Once she's dressed they both go to the dungeon. It's Jennifer's turn. Walking straight to the closet Heather quickly picked Jennifer's outfit. The corset comes first. Pulling it as tight as she can it reduces Jennifer's waist by at least 3 inches. It also cups Jennifer's breasts, but because of her huge cup size, Jennifer's breasts are lifted creating an even deeper cleavage. The corset barely covers her nipples. Next come the thigh high boots. As Heather pulls the zippers up, Jennifer's feet are forced up due to the 6 inches heels. A short skirt is then put on Jennifer, barely covering her chastity belt. Jennifer's hands are then cuffed behind her back, and a collar is finally put on her neck. Clipping a chain to the ring on the collar, Heather picked up a small bag and smiles. "Let's go have fun." This is actually the part Jennifer hated most. Heather's fun at a BDSM club where she fully satisfies her dominant needs, at Jennifer's expense.

The club Heather frequents is actually in another town. Heather refuses to visit local clubs because she doesn't want anyone she knows at work or any of her friends to recognize her. Parking her car at the underground garage, she walks to the passenger side and opens the door and clipped a chain to Jennifer's collar, leading her out and to the elevator. At the 32nd floor where the club is, they're greeted by a slave girl wearing a latex maid outfit. "Greetings Mistress H and pet J. Your usual table?" With a nod they were led to the corner where Heather usually sits. Jennifer kneels beside Heather as the Mistress surveys the crowd. As always, they aren't left alone for long. As soon as her drink hits the table, Heather finds herself surrounded by several Doms and Dommes. These men and women are very experienced, some very good looking, but Heather is quite confident she can make them kneel, if she chooses to. Heather is also frequently approached by submissives too. Both men and women. Usually her evening involves only talking with her friends and enjoying various scenes performed by others. Tonight, however, involved some actions. While in the topic of obedience, a Dom questioned whether Heather's slave Jennifer is properly trained. Heather of course is confident that Jennifer will obey all her commands. So a bet is on. The Dom has 15 minutes to give Jennifer commands and Jennifer must obey and do as told. Any hesitation or failure means Heather loses. If Jennifer behaves well in the 15 minutes timeframe, Heather is the winner. The bet is small, only on buying drinks for the winner. It's the ego that's at stake. Once the time starts, the Dom summoned his slave girl forward. Dressed in a revealing top, a short skirt and heels, she sits at the edge of the table. The Dom said "Resume offering position." The slave girl immediately got on her back, pulled her legs up and spread them wide, her hands go above her head as if bound. That position exposed her pantiless shaved pussy right in front of Jennifer. The Dom then gave Jennifer the first command. "Pull her right shoe off with your teeth." Jennifer, without waiting, got hold of the heel of the shoe and pulled it off. "Suck her toes." Jennifer followed the command, with only a slight hesitation which she hoped no one noticed. "Stop." Jennifer was quick to obey this command. The Dom then turned to his slave girl and told her to get on her hands and knees, pushing her ass out towards Jennifer. Turning to Jennifer the Dom quickly ordered, "Lick her asshole." Jennifer felt disgusted but complied, though taking some time to adjust her position, just to stall some time without looking too hesitant. She knows there was still time left and the commands will only get worse. Sure enough, after tasting the girl's anus she heard the worst. "Push your tongue in her ass." Jennifer knows she'll get in a lot of trouble if she doesn't obey, but simply couldn't pull herself to do it. She turned and looked at Heather, hoping Heather will stop this madness. Instead, what she saw made her heart sink. Heather frowned. She then heard the Dom's voice. "Well well. She seemed not as well trained as her Mistress claimed, or simply wished to be punished." Heather asked the waitress over and the two ordered. When their drinks arrived the Dom raised his glass at Heather. Smiling, Heather asked, "Maybe the experienced can recommend some sort of punishment for my disobedient slave." Jennifer's blood froze when she heard that. The Dom smiled and said "Absolutely." He turned to Jennifer and told her to get on the table, on her knees, head against the table making her ass stick out. "Mistress Heather, has she been anally trained?" Heather showed a look of disgust as she replied "Not at all." The Dom turned to his slave girl and said, "Enema kit, a bottle of water and small butt plug." The girl immediately retrieved the times and handed them to her Master. He took the bottle of water and emptied it into the enema bag while his slave sucked the plug to lubricate it. Smiling at Jennifer he said, "Don't worry. It's only a small amount." He gently inserted the tip of the hose into Jennifer's anus. Never had anything enter her ass before, Jennifer clenched, but the fine tip entered without trouble. The Dom turned a knob on the hose and water began to flow from the bag into Jennifer's bowel. As soon as all the water disappeared the Dom turned to his slave girl and nodded. The girl quickly pressed the tip of the plug against Jennifer's asshole. The Dom then quickly pulled the nozzle out, at the same time the slave girl pushed the plug inside. Jennifer felt like her anus was being ripped apart as the widest part was pushed mercilessly into her. She screamed so loud everyone in the room turned and looked. Slightly patting Jennifer's ass the Dom said, "It's only a small one. Now stand up." Jennifer stood, only to feel the cramp and the need to use the toilet. The Dom asked Heather, "If Mistress Heather pleases, maybe the slave can give us a show?" Turning to look at Jennifer and saw tears in her eyes, and not really looking forward to have Jennifer perform a disgusting explosion, she stood and clipped the chain to Jennifer's collar. "Thank you sir. I'm sure my slave learned her lesson." Without turning she led Jennifer towards the elevator.

By the time they arrived home, Jennifer is dying to use the toilet. Her face was white as she dropped to her knees and begged, "Mistress please let me use the washroom." Heather was in no hurry as she asked, "Well, have you learned your lesson yet?" Jennifer nodded quickly, "Yes Mistress yes. Please." Not wanting to delay Jennifer anymore Heather unclipped the chain. Jennifer rushed downstairs as fast as she can, and was quite glad she made it. The plug together with everything else shot out into the toilet. Not wanting to clog the toilet she picked the plug up. That night Jennifer cried. That was too humiliating.


Part 2 (added: 05/15/2011)

The question was simple. "Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?" But it took almost half an hour to politely decline the CFO's offer without causing problems. Once again Heather's smooth talking skills saved her. Heather decided to call it a day, and left with Jennifer. She's capable enough to achieve her career goals without sleeping with executives. But the attention from men does turn her on and tonight she has decided Jennifer will work extra hard on Heather's pussy as she's quite horny.

Arriving home, Heather tells Jennifer to make dinner as she goes shower. Smiling to herself Jennifer begins preparing their meal. As Heather comes downstairs wearing only her bathrobe and makes herself comfortable in the living room, Jennifer served soup. Heather is focused on the evening news and didn't pay much attention to Jennifer. Jennifer collected the bowls as they both finished and goes into the kitchen. She simply waited there. Heather begins to feel dizzy and calls out to Jennifer, but soon she fell unconscious. Jennifer checks to make sure Heather is truly unconscious before carefully moving her down to the basement.

Slowly Heather opened her eyes. A serious headache soon hits her. Wondering what happened as she adjusts her view. Soon she discovered she's sitting in a chair. She tried to push herself up but then found out that her arms aren't moving. She pulled slightly and realized they were bound behind her. It felt like some sort of leather handcuffs. Heather panicked and lifted her head. That's when she discovered the rest of the horror. She is naked, sitting in a medical chair at 45 degrees angle so she's half sitting up. Her legs were spread wide and strapped tightly on the two arms that extended from the chair. Her wrists were cuffed behind the back of the chair. Her feet felt funny and when she looked, she saw they're locked in a pair of ankle ballet boots. Taking all these in she began to scream.

After screaming for a while and calling for Jennifer, she saw Jennifer slowly walking down the stairs and appearing in front of her. She immediately started yelling "What was this? Are you out of your mind? Let me go right now or I'll..." Before she finished, a sharp pain came from her right nipple turning her yelling into screaming again. Jennifer had reached forward and took the nipple between her fingers and pinched hard. As Jennifer slowly let go, the pain began to subside. Heather stared at Jennifer angrily. Jennifer let out a smile as she said, "Learn your lessons bitch. You're the one tied to a chair, vulnerable to what I do to you. So you might want to have some manners. "As she speaks she reached towards the left nipple and pinched equally hard, while she finished her sentence by yelling right at Heather's face "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Heather, once again feeling the intense pain, replied immediately "Yes yes! Please stop!" Jennifer released her grip and smiled, stroking Heather's hair "Good. Now let's go through the details." Jennifer walked to Heather's side and looked at Heather. This is when Heather saw what Jennifer is wearing. A leather bra, tight leather skirt and knee high boots with 6 inches heels. "Here's the deal." Jennifer's voice brought Heather back to reality. "From now on, I own you. I'll do whatever it takes to break you. So it's to your best interest to make it easier. By the end of this, you'll willingly call me Mistress and willingly do whatever I said. And while you're still locked up, every mistake you make will earn you an extra day in those ballet boots you're wearing. Do you understand?" Hearing what Jennifer just said, Heather couldn't help but let out a laugh. She looked at Jennifer and said, "Is this a joke? I'm a Domme and I OWN you. There's no way I'll submit to you. Now let me go and I promise your punishment will be minimal." Jennifer calmly replied "That's one day you just earned. Now let's begin." Retrieving a pump up penis gag from the shelf, Jennifer forced it into Heather's mouth and pumped it up until Heather's cheek bulged. Struggling Heather's screams become less and less audible until only a whimper escapes her mouth when the gag is pumped up full. Jennifer then took Heather's right nipple between her fingers and rubbed them. The nipple became erected right away. Jennifer produced a nipple clamp and quickly tightened it on the nipple. A quiet whine can be heard as the clamp crushed the nipple holding it tight. Repeating the same treatment to the other nipple, Jennifer then produced a chain and put it through a hook at the ceiling. Heather watched with horror as she saw the two ends of the chain dangle in front of her chest. Jennifer then took one of the nipple clamps and connected one end of the chain to it. She then pulled the other end causing Heather's DD cup breast to rise forming a cone shape. Heather instinctively lifted herself up as far as her restraints allowed to ease the pain. An evil grin escaped from Jennifer as she pulled more, making Heather rise as far as possible yet the breast remained stretched. Once she knows the max is reached, she quickly pull the other nipple clamp up and connected the remaining end of the chain to the clamp. As Heather struggles Jennifer adjusted the chain accordingly. When she's done, Heather's upper body was half lifted up and her breasts were being stretched, pointing up at the ceiling. She can no longer relax and lean against the back of the chair and was being half suspended by her own breasts. Taking out a riding crop Jennifer saw Heather's eyes opened wide, staring at it. Smiling, Jennifer said, "I know you won't comply the first time so I don't bother give you a chance. But let me tell you what I expect. I'll release the gag periodically. First time in 5 minutes, second time in 10, third in 15, etc. When your gag is off, the first thing I want to hear is 'Mistress Jennifer'. Anything else will be considered failure and the gag goes back in. And of course any insult will result in an extra day in your boots. And time starts now." Before Heather can react, Jennifer raises her crop and brought it down on Heather's right breast. The scream was considered loud even with Heather's mouth fully gagged. Jennifer continued the torture and Heather felt like she's in hell. Everytime she tried to move her nipples were being pulled, and the crop on her tender flesh was too much to take. 5 minutes later Heather's right breast was red. When Jennifer finally stopped, Heather was panting and sweating. Jennifer released the air in the gag and removed it. Heather, without thinking, began to yell at Jennifer. "You bitch. Let me go right now! Are you crazy!? It hurts!" Before Heather can continue, the gag was roughly pushed into her mouth and quickly pumped up. Jennifer sighed and said, "As expected. One additional day. I hope you're a quick learner because, well, your left boob is next and it's going to be 10 minutes. I'm sure you can survive that. But another round on the right one for 15 minutes? I doubt." Without warning Jennifer brought the crop down smacking Heather's left breast. When she's finally done, Heather was a mess. Tears were running down her face and her breasts felt like they're on fire. Finally the gag came off and Heather opened her mouth. She had no choice. She whispered "Mistress Jennifer." Jennifer heard it clearly but decided to toy with her. She leaned towards Heather and asked, "What was that? I can't hear you." Heather, looking at Jennifer with angry eyes, repeated clearly this time. "Mistress Jennifer." Jennifer smiled and nodded "Good girl." Jennifer decided to demonstrate her authority by giving Heather's right breast one more smack, this time quite hard. Heather screamed, and was about to yell at Jennifer when she saw the winning look on Jennifer's face. "Got something to say Mistress Heather?" Jennifer emphasized on "Mistress Heather" so Heather will reconsider what she wanted to say. Heather swallowed her words and looked away, very angry. Jennifer waited. Soon the pain on Heather's nipples reminded her that her upper body is still being hung by her nipples. She slowly turned to Jennifer, her tone not as harsh but still demanding. "Will you unclip those now?" In return, the crop landed on her right breast again. "Where's your manner?" The pain was intense, and the vibration of her breast from the hit caused even more pain on her right nipple. Heather couldn't stand it anymore and cried. Between sobs she asked, this time nicely, "Can you please remove the clamps on my nipples?" To Heather, she did her best. But not to Jennifer's standard. The crop find the side of Heather's left breast this time. "You're addressing some unnamed person?" A loud scream came out from Heather's mouth and this time she learned. "Mistress Jennifer please! Please remove those clamps please Mistress Jennifer I beg you!" Smiling, Jennifer placed her hands on the nipple clamps and quickly unclipped them. Heather fell back on the chair but soon jumped back up, and struggles wildly as blood rushed back to the nipples, causing a very painful feeling. Jennifer, however, did not give Heather a break. She quickly grabbed both nipples with her fingers and twisted, then looked right into Heather's eyes, "This was just a mild taste of what's in store for you if you EVER disobey me again. DO YOU HEAR ME!?" Heather was in so much pain she'll agree to anything. She quickly nodded and said "Yes." Jennifer twisted the nipples harder as she grunts "You aren't that quick a learner aren't you. You're more stupid than I thought." Heather got the hint this time "Yes Mistress Jennifer. I understand!" With that Jennifer let go of Heather's nipples and left the basement, leaving Heather quietly sobbing.

An hour later Jennifer returned. Heather saw a man with a toolbox following her. She struggled feeling the need to cover her body, but bound as she was there's no way. She was left blushing with embarrassment as the two stand beside her. "Here she is. Do what we talked about upstairs." The man then put his toolbox down and opened it, putting latex gloves on. Heather asked, "What are you doing?" Jennifer said, "Shut up." Heather, instead of obeying, continued, "No wait. What's going on!" Jennifer quickly added another day to Heather's ballet boots punishment. The man began to rub Heather's left nipple between his fingers. "Stop it right now! What do you think you're doing!" Jennifer continues to add strokes to her notepad, counting the days of the punishment. Alcohol was applied to the nipple and quickly, before Heather screamed "No!" a needle is pushed through her nipple. The sharp pain almost caused Heather to faint, but soon her right nipple received the same treatment. It all happened too quickly and before reality kicked in, both her nipples were wearing small nipple ring. The man traced his hand along Heather's chest, down her tummy and to her pussy while he said, "Such nice nipples. Small areola, but the nipples are long and wide like the eraser at the end of a pencil. At least half an inch when erected I guess? The best part is they're so pink. Haven't seen those in a long time." His hand eventually reached Heather's pussy, and she guessed what was coming but could do nothing about it. "Wow. Sexy pussy lips. Are you sure you want to pierce the base of her lips? I mean, it'll work better if...." "Shut up and do it." The man said nothing further and soon Heather's outer lips were pierced. Before the man inserted the jewelry, Jennifer said "Wait." Heather felt something entered her pussy. It felt like a small vibrator, but once it's inserted she felt something pressing right at her sensitive spot, which Jennifer knew about and often inserts her finger inside Heather's pussy to rub that sweet spot making Heather squirm and cum. She then felt something passed through her newly pierced pussy lips and a slight tuck. Jennifer and the man then went upstairs.

Soon Jennifer returned and stood beside Heather. Heather looked at Jennifer and asked angrily "What have you done to me!" Jennifer, smiling, marked another stroke on her notepad before speaking, "My dear, you still haven't learned. You've already gotten 7 days in those boots. So unless you really love the feeling of wearing them, I suggest you begin to remember the rules. Now to answer your question...." Jennifer walked to the end of the chair between Heather's legs. She touched each part of the new addition on Heather's pussy as she spoke. "This, is a small vibrator that went into your pussy. A small thin rod passed through one pussy lip, through the base of the vibrator, then through the other lip, and an integrated lock lets me lock the whole thing on you. You'll notice that the rod is quite short and stoppers at the ends of the rod press your pussy lips against the base of the vibrator. This is to prevent any cutting. There's no room to insert powerful cutter without cutting your pussy lips. And trust me, you need powerful cutter to cut anything you're wearing. Now the best part." Jennifer held up a remote for Heather to see. Heather looked at what Jennifer was holding in her hand, confused. With an evil grin, Jennifer turned a switch on. Heather began to feel her most sensitive spot being rubbed, and a gentle vibration from throughout the vibrator. The rubbing was slow and won't be enough to make her cum, but the fact that it's right against her spot still sent a lot of pleasure. It was as if something living inside her decided to do what Jennifer did best, pleasuring her, but at a lower magnitude. That caused her to squirm and struggle against her restraints, and soon, not even 2 minutes had passed, she asked Jennifer to stop. This thing was keeping her extremely horny but won't bring her orgasm. "Please Jen... Please stop it...." Jennifer leaned forward and said, "Jen?" "I mean... Mistress Jennifer... Please... Stop it..." Jennifer shrugged, "Ok." But she didn't turn it off right away. Instead she pushed the switch all the way to the top and waited for a second before shutting it off completely. What happened was Heather suddenly experienced the most intense pleasure for about one second before everything came to a halt. She let out a grunt as that feeling hit her, but still the time is too short though she almost orgasmed. Panting she asked weakly, "What.. what was that just now?" Jennifer gave an innocent smile, "Oh.. just a taste of what it feels like on the highest setting. It can make you cum over and over and over again. You like?" A hint of fear appeared in Heather's eye as she shook her head no. Jennifer faked a disappointed look. "Aw. How sad. You don't want to cum. Ok. You don't get to cum then. But I'll still tease you." She walked to between Heather's open legs and bent forward, taking Heather's erected clit into her mouth. She flicked her tongue in very fast motion causing Heather to struggle against her restraints. She knew for a fact that Heather cannot achieve orgasm just by clit stimulation, so mercilessly she played with Heather's clit nonstop. Heather, on the other hand, was experiencing the most frustrated moments in her life. The stimulation was there. The pleasure was there. But she simply couldn't reach an orgasm. Soon she couldn't stand it anymore and begged. "Please stop. Please..." Jennifer mumbled as she continued, "Wrong." Heather squirmed for another few seconds before saying, "Mis... Mistress Jennifer... Please..." At this point the pleasure was so intense she's about to faint. Jennifer stopped and looked up, her mouth and chin covered with Heather's juice, "Aw but I love tasting you.. as always. Why would I stop?" She then bent forward pretending to go for the clit again. Heather quickly offered, between her breaths, "Please no more please. I'll behave." Jennifer looking up again, this time a smile on her face, "You'll do what I said, from now on. Is that understood?" Heather quickly nodded. Jennifer reached her hand forward and captured the clit between two fingers and applied pressure, "Answer me properly!" Heather quickly said, "Yes Mistress Jennifer I understand." Jennifer let go of the clit and began releasing Heather from the chair. As Heather was freed Jennifer helped her sit and eventually stand, though Heather needed the chair as a support since it's the first time she has ballet boots on. Jennifer walked towards a chair against the wall and sat, crossing her legs. "Come here." Heather tried to take a step but immediately reached for the chair to support her. She looked at Jennifer and said, "I can't walk." "Then crawl!" Heather hesitated a little but soon felt the vibrator turned on low. Her legs went weak and she fell on her knees. Slowly she crawled towards Jennifer. Finally she knelt beside Jennifer and that's when the vibration stopped. Jennifer uncrossed and switched legs, causing the tip of her left boot to point right at Heather. "Don't you want to thank me for releasing you from the chair?" Heather looked away and whispered, unwillingly. "Thank you." Jennifer said, "Well, from now on, whoever you're thanking, you kiss the tip of their shoe. Now show me how you thank me." Heather looked at Jennifer and exclaimed, "That's crazy!" Jennifer stood and began to walk towards the chair where Heather was bound earlier. "One more day in boots, plus you're getting back on the chair." Heather panicked and said, "Wait." Jennifer stopped but didn't turn. Slowly Heather crawled towards Jennifer, bent forward and kissed the tip of Jennifer's left boot. Jennifer smiled and nodded. "Good girl." Retrieving a stainless steel collar with built in lock she gave it to Heather. "Now put this on, and lock it." Heather looked at the collar then back at Jennifer. "Please don't. I can't do this. I'm sorry I treated you like that before. I..." Before Heather can finish Jennifer started walking towards the stairs, and at the same time she turned the vibrator on low. Despite Heather calling her back she eventually reached the top of the stairs and exited the basement, locking the door behind her.

She can hear Heather shouting and trying to get her to return. She poured herself a glass of wine and turned on her laptop. On the screen she saw Heather on the ground curled up in fetal position. She can see Heather's chest rising up and down relatively quickly. She sipped her wine and waited. Fifteen minutes later Heather was pulling the vibrator between her legs, but apparently the rod connecting her pussy lips caused her quite some pain. Next she tried to push it deeper, letting it slide back out then pushing it in again. That didn't get her the orgasm she desired as she didn't have much length to work with. Half an hour later she gave up and pounded the floor with her fist in frustration. Jennifer decided it's time. She returned to the basement and Heather looked at her from the floor weakly. Throwing the collar at Heather she looked at her with cold eyes. Heather was a mess. Her hair, as well as her pussy, was all wet. Sittng up taking the collar Heather wrapped it around her neck and locked it without a word. Only when that was done Jennifer switched the vibrator off. A sigh of relief can be heard clearly coming from Heather. Putting her right foot slightly ahead Jennifer looked at Heather expectantly. Heather got the idea and crawled towards Jennifer and gave the toe of her boot a light kiss. "Thank you Mistress Jennifer." Jennifer smiled and connected a chain to the ring at the front of the collar, and led the crawling Jennifer over to her bed. Locking the chain to the bed frame Jennifer said, "Sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."

Heather didn't get much sleep of course. The vibrator in her pussy and the ballet boots made it impossible to sleep deep. By next morning her feet were in pain. She needed to use the bathroom but locked to the bed she couldn't go anywhere. After a long wait, the vibrator suddenly came to life. She jumped as it was turned on, but stayed in bed very still trying to ignore the pleasure. A while later Jennifer appeared and stood beside the bed. Trying to fight back the urge to pee as well as the pleasure, Heather looked at Jennifer with blank eyes. Finally Jennifer switched the vibrator off and asked, "How are you this morning my dear?" First thing first, Heather thought. "I need to use the washroom." "Tsk tsk. Already forgot how to ask properly I see. Well you can stay here and enjoy the vibrator until you remember." Standing up Jennifer turned, about to walk back upstairs. "No Jen... I mean.. Mistress Jennifer. Please let me use the washroom." "That's better." Jennifer helped Heather sit at the edge of the bed and spread her legs. She then give a bucket to Heather and helped her hold it in front of, slightly lower than her pussy. "You may pee now. " Looking at Jennifer as if she's insane Heather exclaimed, "You're crazy! How am I supposed to..." Cutting Heather off Jennifer said, "Now, or another 8 hours, and I'll make you drink it. And you know I can." Staring at Jennifer she knew she didn't have much choice. But peeing in front of someone was too humiliating for Heather. In slow motion, Jennifer reached for the bucket and said, "Alright, if you insist. Let's wait a bit then." Making up her mind Heather immediately let go and a stream of piss shot towards the bucket. Giggling Jennifer said, "Now that's a good girl." When Heather finished Jennifer took the bucket away and reached for the chain to unlock it. Heather decided to start the conversation she had been thinking. "Umm.. Mistress Jennifer.. Can we talk?" Jennifer turned and sat beside Heather, "Oh of course dear. What is it?" Hesitating, Heather began. "Well, you know... I know I've not been the nicest person. But what you've done is too much. Look. I promise I'll treat you well and be a lot nicer to you. We don't have to do this. Please unlock my collar and these horrible boots and let me get dressed, and I'll take you out and have a nice dinner as a start of our new relationship. Sounds good?" Looking at Jennifer with hope, that's what Heather can do given the condition. At least it sounded sincere. Jennifer tilted her head and faked a sob and hugged Heather, "Awww. How sweet." But right after that she pushed Heather away and held the chain in her hand she stood and looked at Heather "But no, not a chance. You're mine and will be mine until I'm tired of you. Now let's get you something to eat." She turned and walked and Heather had no choice but to follow the chain, quickly dropping to her knees and crawled as fast as possible to keep up with Jennifer, while yelling at Jennifer as they travelled upstairs to the kitchen.

Jennifer poured cereal into a bowl and set it down in front of Heather. "You must be hungry. Now eat. You'll need the energy." Looking at the bowl Heather picked it up and asked, "Can I have a spoon?" Jennifer gasped and slapped her forehead dramatically. "Oh dear. Silly me. How can I forget." She then took the bowl from Heather and placed it back on the floor and walked behind Heather as she grabbed her wrists and locked them behind with cuffs. "There , there. Now be a good girl and eat." Heather looked at the bowl, puzzled. Jennifer grabbed Heather's hair and pulled her head down until her nose was inches from the cereal. "Eat, which part do you not understand?" As soon as Jennifer let go of her hair Heather lifted herself up and looked at Jennifer. "I'm not eating like a dog." "Oh but you will." She turned the vibrator on low again before she said, "You'll beg me to let you eat like a bitch, or your next meal will be eaten straight out of my ass." As she finished Jennifer took the bowl away. Heather has determined to overcome the pleasure this time as she grind her teeth and remained silence, staring at Jennifer angrily. Soon she was shifting left and right from her kneeling position and letting out grunts. Jennifer smiled and said, "Guess you really like to try fresh warm food out of my ass." Truly hungry and about to give up anyway, Jennifer's words did the trick. Heather finally muttered, "Mistress Jennifer may I eat like a dog please." Jennifer brought the bowl back to Heather and set it on the floor in front of her. Turning the vibrator off she said, "One more day in the boots. Now eat!" Heather bent forward and slowly finished the bowl of cereal. Jennifer took the bowl away after Heather is done and took the chain on Heather's collar leading her back to the basement. She chained Heather to the bed with her hands still cuffed behind her back. Jennifer touched Heather's face as she said, "I'll be right back." Jennifer then went upstairs leaving Heather by herself.

Heather heard a lot of noise upstairs and doors opening and closing. There seemed to be more than one person moving around. She got worried. Finally after a few hours she heard the door closed one last time as Jennifer appeared once again. "There, all done." Wondering what was going on as Jennifer unlocked her cuffs and took the chain, Heather followed her upstairs to her bedroom. Heather saw several big boxes in the bedroom. Before she had a chance to find out what's in these boxes Jennifer took out a pair of big scissors. Opening Heather's drawers one by one she removed all her panties and bras and cut them up, putting them in an empty box. Heather began to complain. "Jen what are you doing!? Stop!" Ignoring Heather, Jennifer moved on to Heather's collection of pantyhose, giving them the same treatment. Heather watched in horror as her shoes came next, every single pair of shoes and boots went inside the box. Once Jennifer is satisfied she gave Heather a smile as she opened one of the boxes. Emptying the content and cutting up the wrappings Jennifer showed Heather her new lingerie collection. The bras that Jennifer showed Heather were either half cup or quarter cup, or sheer/see through. All of them left the nipple area visible, be it see through or uncovered. Then came the panties. Some were a set with the bras, some by themselves. The common thing was that they were all tiny string panties, and none covered her pubic area completely. Most of them see through, some were only a little triangle leaving nothing for imagination. The leggings that replaced the pantyhose were either stay-ups or garter and stockings, fishnet or seamed, various colors including black, white, red, pink, etc. Jennifer neatly put the items in the drawers as Heather mumbled, "You gotta be kidding me. There's no way I'm wearing any of those." Now one box is emptied, Jennifer went into Heather's big walk in closet and brought all of Heather's casual wear out. Jeans, T-shirts, casual tops, all got cut up and dumped into the empty box. Heather by now really wanted to stop this as she moved towards the box trying to block Jennifer. "Jen come on. Enough of this already! Stop it please!" Jennifer didn't even answer Heather. She simply turned the vibrator on leaving heather to fight the pleasure as she continued. Heather's work clothes came next. Blouses, skirts, suits, all destroyed and went into the box. Heather could only watch on the floor and beg weakly. Finally Jennifer turned the vibrator off and asked, "Will you be good and shut up?" Heather nodded. Jennifer opened the second box and showed Heather what was inside. One by one she revealed Heather's new wardrobe. Tank tops, tube tops, deep V, short tops, etc. Heather's jaw literally dropped as the show continued. Mini skirts, hot pants, short dresses, nothing Heather had seen will she even consider looking at in stores. Next came the so called work clothes. The skirts were tight and ridiculously short, the longest one not even passing mid-thigh. Her blouses were equally inappropriate. Some don't button up fully, stopping short in the middle of the chest area, there were some even see through. Only a couple of suit jackets were in the box, both tight and form fitting. Heather watched as the last box is opened. Jennifer retrieved the footwear one by one and dangled them in front of Heather before putting them away. Thigh-high boots, knee-high boots, strappy heels, pumps, black, white, pink, red, a huge collection. Some looked extremely high, perhaps 6 inches heels. The lowest Heather noticed must be at least 4 inches. Knowing her own ability to walk in them, Heather couldn't help but asked, "Jen, I can't walk in these shoes!" Turning towards Heather, Jennifer said, "You'll learn. Or do you prefer those that are on your feet now?" Jennifer pointed at the ballet boots on Heather's feet, which reminded Heather. Her feet were hurting. Heather looked up and asked, "Jen... Mistress Jennifer, can you unlock my boots please?" Jennifer said, "You're so forgetful. You messed up too many times and you're supposed to wear them for... hmmm... how long? Is it 10 days now?" "Please I can't possibly wear them for another minute. Please take them off me." Jennifer finished up and took Heather's leash, leading her downstairs to the basement, retrieving a folder from the living room on her way. She stood right below the ceiling hook with Heather on her knees right in front of her. Looking downwards at Heather she said, "So, what will you do in exchange for having the boots off?" Heather, not knowing how to respond, hesitantly leaned forward to kiss the tip of Jennifer's heels. Jennifer giggled, "Well that's a good start. But that's not what I had in mind. Here." She threw the folder at Heather. "Sign these and I'll think about taking your boots off." Heather looked at the documents on the floor and after reading through a few of them she looked up and laughed, "Are you serious? That's not going to happen." Jennifer bent forward and hissed, "Do you remember the day you made me stand right here with my nipples chained to the ceiling, wearing ballet boots, and a vibrator buzzing in me? Guess what. It's your turn today." Quickly cuffing Heather's hands behind her, Jennifer grabbed the chain hanging from the ceiling and pulled. Heather's nipple rings were chained to it, then Jennifer pulled Heather up and balanced her on her toes. Jennifer took the other end of the chain from the ceiling and pulled, then locking the end to the floor ring. Heather immediately felt sharp pain coming from her toes, then her calves, her thighs, as she slowly lowered herself since she has never worn such heels before and has never attempted to stand. Her knees naturally bent trying to balance which in turn pulled her breasts up by the nipples. When she realized she's staring right at the top of her own breasts and her legs are getting weaker, she quickly said, "I'll do it. Quick! Let me off please." Jennifer however was in no hurry. "You sure? I haven't turn on the vibrator yet." She waved the remote to tease Heather. Shooking her head quickly Heather said, "No no. No need. Please let me off!" As Heather's breasts were being stretched and pain coming from her nipples, her knees getting weaker, Jennifer quickly unlocked the chain. Heather fell to the floor just at that moment. Jennifer uncuffed and threw a pen at Heather. "Sign all of them bitch." Heather, looking through her own tears, signed all her possessions away. House, bank account, investments, everything. The last document is a disclaimer saying Heather is willingly accepting the position of Jennifer's slave, and Jennifer can do whatever she wants with Heather. As Heather put the pen down Jennifer collected all the documents and went upstairs. Upon return she found a sobbing Heather on the floor. Chuckling, she unlocked Heather's boots. "As promised." Heather quickly pulled them off, however unable to stand. Jennifer pointed at the shower corner, "Go shower." Heather crawled towards the open shower space and cleaned herself thoroughly.

Calves and ankles still tensed up, Heather dried herself and crawled towards where Jennifer was sitting. Jennifer was swinging her crossed leg back and forth right in front of Heather and looking at her with cold eyes. Heather hesitantly reached forward and stopped the swinging leg, and leaned forward to kiss the tip of the shoe. "Thank you Mistress Jennifer." Smiling, Jennifer said, "That's my girl." She picked the ballet boots up from the floor and asked, "Feel like putting them back on?" With a look of horror Heather shook her head no. Jennifer dropped the boots on the floor and grabbed Heather's hair then pressed her face on the boots and said, "Well then. Remember this bitch. Every time you mess up, the boots go on your feet for 24 hours straight, NO EXCEPTIONS! Plus, if you mess up again while wearing the boots, your torture will be added at 24 hours increment, again NO EXCEPTIONS. I will not be nice like this time. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" "Yes Mistress Jennifer I understand." Jennifer nodded and let go of Heather's hair. "Good. Now stand up." Slowly Heather stood, trying to relax her legs. With difficulty Heather finally pressed her feet fully on the ground. She can feel the tension on her calves as she stretched the muscles and put her weight on her legs. Attaching the chain again to Heather's collar, Jennifer led her upstairs to the bedroom. Heather followed slowly with difficulty walking, most of the time walking on her toes to ease the strain on her calf muscles.

Unleashing Heather, Jennifer said, "Would you like to get dressed?" Being naked for a while now Heather quickly nodded. "Go pick your outfit. When you feel the vibrator, it means time is up. Come back and kneel in front of me. Now go." Heather quickly looked through her drawer. She realized whatever she picked it will be revealing. She remembered seeing a blouse that will cover her chest well, even though it doesn't button up all the way. So she picked a black see through bra. The matching panties are equally see through, but at least it's in black. This set is in fact the least slutty that she can find. She also felt like covering her legs so she retrieved a pair of seamless stockings and picked up the garter. She then hurried into the walk in closet to find her outfit. Picking up the blouse she had in mind and the longest skirt she can find, she quickly got dressed. After the bra and panties she realized they didn't cover much. After rolling up the stockings and attaching them to the garter, she took a quick look at the mirror and was quickly disgusted by what she saw. Only a slut wanting to impress men will wear something like this. She wanted to cover them up so she put the blouse on. She soon found the buttons ended too soon and her bra is visible. But she doesn't have much choice. Pulling the skirt up it only covered her mid thigh, barely able to cover the stocking tops. But that's already the longest she can find. It's also extremely tight fitting. Now the footwear. Showing that much legs is of course not an option, and with her love of boots, she naturally picked a pair of knee high boots. Lowest heels at 4 inches of course. While pulling the zipper up on her second boot, she felt the vibration begins. She dropped to her knees due to the pleasure. Jennifer can hear a short squirm while waiting outside. She soon saw Heather slowly coming out, using the wall to support her due to her lack of experience walking in heels, as well as the vibrator in her tickling her sweet spot. When she reached Jennifer she dropped to her knees. Jennifer stopped the vibrator. She's already dressed, wearing jeans and a casual top, with ankle boots. Her crossed leg swung in front of Heather. This time Heather knew what to do. She caught the leg and kissed the tip of the boot, saying, "Thank you Mistress Jennifer." Jennifer smiled and nodded. Standing up she walked towards the bedroom door. "Come. Let's go out for dinner." Heather was shocked and immediately protested. "No way! I can't go out like that." Jennifer walked back, towards the closet and retrieved the ballet boots. Waving them at Heather she said, "You really love torturing your own feet don't you." Throwing the boots in front of Heather, Jennifer turned the vibrator on and left the room. "You decide. I expect to see you downstairs shortly."

Although it only took Heather several minutes to decide, she had to crawl downstairs. Jennifer was already waiting impatiently when Heather arrived. She turned the vibrator off and helped Heather stand up. Slowly the two walked towards the door. "What about the collar?" Heather asked, pointing to the stainless steel collar on her neck. Jennifer ignored her and walked to the car. Heather followed hesitantly. As they approach the car Heather found out that walking in those heels weren't easy, especially outdoor. Soon her legs were getting tired. She wondered how so many women managed to wear that everyday, walking around, going places. She automatically walked towards the driver's side when Jennifer stopped her. "The other side. My car, remember?" During the drive Heather sat quietly thinking if she can escape while they were out. Jennifer parked the car at one of Heather's favourite restaurants and turned to Heather. "Oh, by the way. The vibe you're wearing has the ability to send an electric shock. So if you don't want to fry your cunt, you won't do anything funny. Got it?" Defeated, Heather nodded. As they walk towards the entrance, Jennifer said, "Pull your skirt down slut. Your stocking tops are showing." Horrified, Heather pulled the skirt down quickly, wondering how that happened since pulling down her skirt was the first thing she did as soon as she got off the car. Must be the material of the skirt and its tightness. Worst, several people heard Jennifer and turned their heads to look at Heather.

They didn't have to wait long for a table but long enough to make Heather's legs even more tired. She doesn't want to sit either worrying about her skirt and stockings. She half regretted adding the stockings t her attire. After they were seated, the waiter came. Heather was sure he's looking right down her blouse. They ordered their meal and as soon as the waiter walked away, the vibrator came on. Heather looked at Jennifer and shook her head wildly, saying no. Jennifer simply smiled. When their meal arrived, Jennifer stopped the vibrator and told Heather to go to the washroom and remove her panties, then tie it to her left wrist and come back out. Heather again couldn't believe what she heard. However she knew Jennifer has more ways to torture her if she doesn't obey, and the last thing on her mind is to wear the ballet boots for a day. So she stood and walked towards the washroom. It took Heather a while because of how shameful she felt, but eventually she returned, her panties clearly on display tied to her left wrist. Her face was also visibly blushing. Quietly she sat and began eating, when she once again felt the vibrator come to life. This time she didn't complain and continued with her dinner. Either because of the vibrator, or because of the insecurity without her panties since it's her first time skipping them, she frequently cross and uncross her legs throughout dinner. She only finished half her meal. When Jennifer is done, the vibrator was turned off. Jennifer paid and Heather couldn't wait to get back home. They stood and as Jennifer walked past Heather's chair, she exclaimed quite loudly, "Oh dear. You wet the chair!" Looking around Heather saw several people at the near tables heard. She looked at the chair and indeed Jennifer was right. There was a wet spot right where she was sitting. Jennifer walked out quickly leaving Heather to follow, a bit too slow due to her heels.

During the drive home Heather was feeling incredibly horny. She had no idea why. Once they're in the house Jennifer ordered Heather to remove her blouse, bra and skirt. Standing right in front of the couch, naked except her garter, stockings and boots, her legs spread wide, Heather began to feel the funny feeling between her legs, where the need to cum is increasing. Jennifer, sitting on the couch, reaching forward and took Heather's erected clit between her fingers. Rolling it slowly Jennifer asked, "So, are you horny?" Heather can only nod. "Answer me." "Yes I'm horny." "Look at you. Dressed to please in those stockings and boots, horny and wet. What do you call someone like this?" Heather closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, not answering. Jennifer chuckled and applied pressure between her fingers, rubbing Heather's clit harder. "I can do this all day you know. Maybe the vibe can help too." Raising the remote she was about to press a button when Heather said, "No no, please Mistress Jennifer. Please don't." "Then answer my question." "It's called a... a..." Unable to say it, Heather looked at Jennifer begging with her eyes. Jennifer gave no mercy as she rubbed Heather's clit even faster. Heather's legs almost gave up while he grabbed Jennifer's hand between her legs trying to steady herself. "Say it!" Heather couldn't take it anymore and said, "S... slut." Jennifer withdrew her hand leaving Heather breathing heavily, her hands in front of her pussy trying to cover and protect it. "So you're saying you're a slut." Heather wanted to protest, but too tired and defeated so she didn't. "Well, slut, would you like to cum?" Quickly Heather nodded, the reaction so fast it even surprised herself. Nodding, Jennifer said, "Well, I'm always a nice person. I'll let you choose. Either you get to cum, or you get to take those boots off. Trust me, you'll want them off as much as possible, because by the end of tomorrow, you'll learn how to walk in them. It means you'll be wearing them all day tomorrow, and walking a lot!" It was a simple decision. Horniness she can probably live with. So she chose to remove the boots. "Good choice. Oh, by the way. I've added a small dose of drug in your meals. It'll keep you horny all the time. Now lets go to bed. Leading Heather to the basement, Jennifer locked her hands and removed the rest of Heather's clothing and left. Heather slowly fell asleep while feeling her horniness, and wondering with her sex drive how she'll be able to cope with the drug and the effect it brings.

"Get up!" Heather woke from her dreams as she heard Jennifer yelled. She opened her eyes and saw Jennifer standing beside her bed. She got up and sat at the edge when Jennifer put the bucket down. Heather looked at the bucket then at Jennifer. She remembered from yesterday that she were to pee there. And she really needed to pee. So she didn't argue today. Getting off the bed she crouched and let go. When she's done Jennifer reached for the bucket. Heather quietly said, "I... " Not knowing how to continue she paused. "You what?" "I... I need to... It's been two days..." "Oh. You mean you need to go poo poo?" Heather nodded. With a sigh Jennifer put the bucket down. "No. No way. That's insane. It's not going to happen." Heather shook her head in disbelief. Jennifer shrugged and picked the bucket up again. "Your choice. Just keep in mind I can make you do it if I wanted to." Jennifer emptied and rinsed the bucket and returned. "Go shower. You have ten minutes." Heather hurried to the shower corner and cleaned herself. When she returned Jennifer pointed to a pile of clothes on her bed. "Yesterday you picked. Today I pick. Put these on." Heather picked up the bra first and as she put it on, she found out it's a white half cup bra barely covering her nipples. The top part of her breasts were exposed. The white panties was tiny and see through, her pubic hair came out from the side and clearly visible even for the part covered. The tank top was probably a size too small. Lots of cleavage were showing, and it didn't cover her belly button. Her worst nightmare came when she picked up the skirt. Tiny but stretchy. As she pulled it up it stretched and wrapped tightly around her hip. The hem was too short as it barely covered her panties, and at the top the panty string was showing. On the floor was a pair of high heels. Strappy and 4 inches high. She put them on and stood straight. Jennifer smiled and nodded. She removed the collar on Heather's neck, which came as a surprise to Heather.

"Today we go have some fun. What girls do." Jennifer said when they were in the car. Heather couldn't help but look downwards at her exposed panties. Her skirt had rode up and she can do nothing except cover her pussy with her hands. They arrived at a beauty parlour. Swinging her legs out first Heather immediately pulled her skirt down as soon as she got off the car. The two walked inside and Jennifer told the lady greeting them about their appointment. They were led towards a room at the back. Heather was told to sit on the medical chair. She was then injected before she passed out.

Heather's senses slowly returned. The first thing she noticed was the coldness. She soon found out she was naked, still on the chair. Her arms were raised towards her head and her legs spread wide. Opening her eyes she saw the image from the mirror hanging on the ceiling. It was her naked self but something wasn't right. Then she noticed the smoothness between her legs. All her pubic hair was gone. Jennifer then came into view. She placed a hand between Heather's legs, touching the smoothness and playing with the clit. "You finally wake up. Congratulations. You'll have no hair below your neck. Under your arm, pussy, legs, all went through permenant hair removal." She helped Heather sit and got off the chair. Heather saw another girl sitting at a desk writing something. She looked at Heather and smiled, "Hello dear. You're all set and ready to go. Jen has your clothes. As soon as you're feeling less drowsy you two can leave." Not knowing what to say, Heather forced a smile and said, "Thank you." The girl replied, "You're most welcome." Jennifer was quick to add though, "Is that how I taught you to thank others?" Puzzled at first, Heather turned to look at Jennifer. Jennifer gave Heather a stern look. Heather shook her head, "No way Jen. Not her. I don't even know her and you wanted me to..." Before she finished, Jennifer already took a pair of scissors and cut Heather's bra in half. She then raised the panties, placed them between her scissors and said, "You were saying?" Heather was shocked at first, her mouth opened wide, then the fact that she must keep her panties registered. She slowly walked to the puzzled girl and knelt. Before the girl could react she bent forward and kissed her white platform boots and said again, "Thank you." The girl was surprised at first then she giggled. Looking at Jennifer she added, "You trained her well." Jennifer smiled and threw the rest of Heather's clothes on the chair. "Get dressed. We don't have all day." Heather put the tank top on and realized how important her bra was. The shape of her nipples were at full display. Pulling the panties on she now felt that the thin material was touching her crotch directly and her hairless pussy was clearly visible through the see through fabric. She quickly pulled her skirt on to cover that. Her heels came next and after she's dressed Heather instinctively crossed her arms to cover her breasts. Jennifer was quick to point out that Heather will attract a lot more attention than she needed to by covering her breasts, and that she'll consider cuffing Heather's hands behind her. Heather hesitantly lowered her arms and followed Jennifer out. By the time they got to their car Heather discovered that her breasts were jiggling and it was almost like waving at everyone begging them to check out her large tits without bra. Heather was very glad when she got inside the car, at least she wasn't on display.

Jennifer drove to a nearby shopping mall and the two went inside. The walk to the entrance made Heather realize walking outside in those heels is quite different than walking indoor. By the time they arrived at the entrance her feet were already feeling tired. They entered through the food court entrance and Heather noticed the mall was crowded just like every Sunday. When they lined up for food Heather noticed many people stared at her. She felt so embarrassed and pulled her skirt down and crossed her arms to cover her breasts, trying to hide her nipples through the thin tank top. They soon found a seat and Jennifer took a small pill out and put it in Heather's food. She's not even hiding the fact that she's feeding Heather drugs anymore. Heather ate her food without complain. After lunch they spent a long time walking around. The height of her heels made Heather's feet very tired. Worse yet, they also made her breasts bounce as she walked. What annoyed Heather most was that, when she walked, the vibrator was shifting in her pussy and was causing her a great deal of discomfort. Soon she realized her panties were completely soaked, both from the intruder as well as the effect of the drug. She was feeling extremely horny. When the mall was about to close, they already walked around for hours. Heather was dying to go home and hopefully remove the torturing heels, but Jennifer had another plan before they leave. They entered a lingerie store. There were still several couples and a few ladies in the store, looking at various items. Jennifer took Heather to the middle of the store and found a store assistant. She spoke, with relatively loud voice so everyone can hear, "Excuse me. Can you recommend a bra for my friend here? She apparently forgot to wear one today and is having trouble keeping her nipples from getting hard." With that she pointed at Heather's chest. Everyone in the store turned to look at Heather's breasts. Heather was dying from the humiliation. The store assistant asked for the size and style and of course Jennifer picked another see through bra. After fitting Jennifer paid and allowed Heather to wear the bra when they leave. In the car Heather finally can rest her feet. They went to a nearby fast food restaurant and the humiliation repeated. Heather was on display for the crowd throughout the meal, and the drug was once again part of the meal. After dinner they drove home.

Jennifer was kind to strip Heather off all her clothes before putting her on the chair and locking her down. Heather found herself on the chair legs raised and spread and bound, and her arms tied to the bottom. Her pussy and ass were easily accessible and she couldn't move. She saw Jennifer holding a bucket and an odd looking device, she learned later on as an enema kit. What scared her most was the smile on Jennifer's face. It was pure evilness. Heather panicked as she felt cold lubricant against her anus. "No!!! Stop! What are you doing! You're insane!"

Heather was crying. Really crying. This was a lot of humiliation she has taken in one day. Jennifer on the other hand was proud. She looked at Heather still bound on the chair and said coldly, "Told you I can make you do it. So next time, you might as well be a good girl and do it when told to. This will save you a lot of suffering."

Jennifer helped Heather to the bed and locked her collar on her and to the bed. That night Heather cried herself to sleep.


Part 3 - Heather's Training (added: 2014/04/17)

Heather had a dream. She was pleasuring herself with a vibrator and it was humming in her pussy. For some odd reason it's not moving and she cannot cum. She's extremely horny. She heard high heels and that woke her up. Slowly opening her eyes she saw Jennifer walking down the stairs towards Heather's bed. The heels clicking came from Jennifer's 4 inches pumps. Heather discovered that the vibration in her pussy wasn't entirely a dream. The vibrator was really buzzing. Jennifer stopped the vibrator as she stood beside Heather, dressed in business suit.

"Good morning dear. I hope you slept well?"

Heather slowly sat as Jennifer retrieved the bucket. As Heather finished peeing in front of Jennifer, she was ordered to shower. It was Monday and Heather expected to go to work. However as she finished showering, she saw Jennifer waiting with a pair of high heels and cuffs. Jennifer helped Heather into the heels and locked the straps around her ankles so Heather cannot remove the shoes. They were 5 inches strappy heels and they made Heather difficult to balance. Next Heather's hands were cuffed behind her back. Jennifer must have seen Heather's puzzled look as she explains,

"You're not going to work today. Here's the deal. When you do well, I'll reward you. When you mess up, I'll punish you, as you've already experienced. So here it is, a chance for your first reward. When you can walk in these heels, I'll allow you to go out. Until then, you'll stay home. I of course am more than capable of doing your job during your absence."

Heather wanted to say something but Jennifer cut her off.

"Not a word, or punishment awaits."

Knowing better, Heather decided to not say anything. Jennifer then led her over to the other side of the basement, with Heather trying very hard to keep up and balance in her heels. Jennifer pointed at a bowl on the floor.

"That will be your lunch."

Heather took a look and saw cereal. She began to wonder how she could eat with her hands cuffed, then figured she'll have to eat like a dog again. She also noticed a dildo connected to a pole. It pointed horizontally at Heather's crotch. It wasn't big, maybe 6 inches in length. Jennifer saw where Heather was looking at and led her to the dildo, and ordered her to kneel. Once kneeling, Heather's mouth was at the same level as the dildo, it's tip pointing directly at her lips.

"Your second reward. Once you can put this whole thing in your mouth without choking or gagging, I'll give you an orgasm. I'm sure you've dreamt of it."

Heather lowered her head, embarrassed, due to the thought of sucking the dildo, also due to the fact that she really had dreamt of an orgasm. Jennifer then walked towards the stairs ready for work.

"By the way, I'll have your cell phone and the door to the basement will be locked. Enjoy your day."

Heather sat on the floor defeated. For the entire morning she stared at the dildo, many thoughts running through her mind. The thing in her pussy was keeping her wet all the time. She did want to cum. But sucking the thing wasn't an option. By noon she's hungry. She really didn't want to eat like a dog but she didn't have much choice. At least she's alone, she thought to herself. Ass high in the air she began to eat. After lunch, she felt the effect of the mild drug. She's horny. Looking at the dildo she made a decision. She'll need the orgasm one way or another. Positioning herself she began swallowing the dildo. Choking and gagging, she moved away. But she's a quick learner and soon she found a way to not gag as much. The head of the dildo barely touched her throat and it wasn't as bad as she thought. Couple of days and she might pull it off. After some practice she took a break. She stood trying to walk across the basement to her bucket when she realized her heels were still on her. She wanted to go out and maybe back to work but she couldn't walk normally in these heels yet. It'll take a while to practice.

Heather was still practicing when Jennifer came home. Jennifer turned on the TV and watched through the camera and saw Heather walking back and forth quite awkwardly in her heels, breasts bouncing and swinging. Jennifer smiled to herself as she enjoyed the view. She retrieved the remote and turned the vibrator to low, watching Heather dropped to her knees immediately. Seeing Heather looked around quickly with her thighs pressed tightly together, Jennifer rewound the recording to watch what Heather had done today. After skipping through the tape Jennifer walked downstairs. Heather immediately looked up at Jennifer with pleading eyes. Jennifer turned the vibrator off and led Heather upstairs to her bedroom. She uncuffed Heather.

"Undress me."

Heather unwillingly got on her knees and helped Jennifer stepped out of her heels. Reaching up to unzip her skirt and pulling it down, Jennifer stepped out of it as well. Heather then unclipped the garter and rolled the stockings down. She stood and the blouse and bra came off. Jennifer then unlocked Heather's heels and Heather was quick to take them off. The two then went to the bathroom.

After shower Heather found herself wearing the heels again. She made dinner and the two ate. That night Heather dreamt of her new life as a slave. Waking up even hornier than the day before, the usual routine awaited. Pee, heels and cuffs, Jennifer left for work, dildo sucking, lunch, heels training. By mid-week Heather can already take the whole 6 inches dildo deep into her mouth. So at night, after dinner, she dared to ask, surprisingly politely,

"Mistress Jennifer, may I speak?"

Jennifer nodded approvingly.

"Mistress Jennifer, I think I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

"I... I can take the whole thing now." Blushing deep, she can't believe she said that.

"Oh? You think?" Raising a brow Jennifer asked. She cuffed Heather's hands behind the back and retrieved a strap on and put it around her waist, the small dildo pointing at Heather. "Show me."

Ashamed, Heather opened her mouth and began sucking, taking it deeper and deeper until her lips touched the root plate of the strap on. Glancing up to show her ability, Heather waited with the dildo deep in her mouth. Smiling, Jennifer said,

"Not bad. But that's not what I had in mind."

Puzzled, Heather slowly withdrew, wanted to speak. However half way through, dildo still half in her mouth, Jennifer grabbed Heather's hair and pushed her hip forward. That surprised Heather but didn't stop Jennifer. She used Heather's hair as a handle and fucked Heather's mouth in and out, fast and slow. Heather choked and gagged and almost threw up, biting the dildo a couple of times. Jennifer chuckled.

"That, my dear, is what I had in mind."

Throwing Heather on her back she continued,

"You need to learn how to take a man's cock any way he wants. You'll continue to practice tomorrow, stupid cunt."

Leaving Heather on the floor coughing, Jennifer continued to watch the news. It was Friday when Heather can finally take the dildo without trouble. Jennifer fucked Heather's mouth furiously without causing any gag reflex. Heather learned how to breathe and not breathe while being face fucked. Also Heather managed to walk normally in her 5 inches heels. Jennifer was satisfied with the progress. Deep down Heather is dying for an orgasm due to the constant dosage of drugs in her meal, as well as the vibrator deep in her pussy making her constantly wet. Earning an orgasm means there's a chance to get that evil rod out of her pussy. She just didn't know Jennifer has other plans for her about that orgasm she worked so hard to earn.

Saturday Heather woke up with the vibrator buzzing on low. She opened her eyes and saw Jennifer standing beside her bed. Seeing Heather woke up Jennifer switched the vibrator off. She threw the pair of strappy heels that Heather hated so much on the floor.

"From now on every waking hour you'll wear them, except when you shower. I expect lunch in 30 minutes."

Jennifer walked upstairs as Heather brushed her teeth. It was already 2 pm when Heather and Jennifer finished lunch. After cleaning up Heather was led to the bedroom, where a couple of enemas cleaned her thoroughly, under Jennifer's supervision of course. Then the two showered. After shower Jennifer sat Heather at her dresser.

"Tonight, as promised, you'll get an orgasm. Remember Ed? He's going to join us tonight, and you'll follow my instructions as I guide you two. Any misbehaviour on your side means you're not getting his cock, thus no orgasm. Is that understood?"

Heather turned sharply and looked at Jennifer. She can't possibly expose her to Ed, one of the cocks Heather locked up, and humiliate her like that? She began to panic. She can't let Ed, or any of her locked men, see her like this.

"No.. no please don't do this. He cannot..."

"Shhhh..." Jennifer turned the vibrator on low and continued. "Do you not want an orgasm? Hmmm? Just say so and I'll call it off. But who knows when I'm in the mood to let you cum next time..."

Heather knew she needed the orgasm. The mild drug in her meals and the vibrator in her pussy has been driving her insane since the beginning. The decision was quick. She nodded. The vibrator was off as Jennifer turned her to face the mirror again.

"Make ups. I want you looking hot and hungry for sex."

Jennifer watched as Heather applied her make ups, giving advices and instructions here and there. When finished, Heather looked stunning.

"Now, let's get you dressed."

Jennifer helped Heather rolled the fishnet stockings up her leg, and connected them to the suspender. Heather then stepped into a tight fitting one piece dress. After Jennifer zipped the dress up at the back Heather discovered that the top part hugged her torso tightly, pushed her large breasts up and barely covered her nipples. Pulling the hem down Heather saw that it barely covered her ass, revealing the suspenders and stocking tops. Heather almost cried.

"No no, don't mess up your nice look, or we'll have to do the make ups again."

The 5 inch strappy heels came next. Then Jennifer held the butt plug up. Heather closed her eyes knowing exactly how humiliating this can be when Ed sees this, as Jennifer inserted the plug. The two then went downstairs to the living room, where Jennifer stood Heather in front of the full length mirror beside the front door.

"Look at how hot you are, while we wait."

Jennifer then went to the sofa and sat, turning the vibrator on low again, leaving Heather to stare at her reflection in the mirror, barely able to stand due to the vibration. Heather looked at herself, dressed like a slut, felt like a slut, and no matter how hard she wanted to deny it, she was horny. She looked at her collar, her dress, her stocking-covered legs, her heels. She clenched her pussy and ass to feel the vibration and the plug. By that time her will was broken, and she would do anything Jennifer said to get an orgasm.

Soon Ed arrived. Heather was told to open the door. Ed saw the woman in front of her dressed in such a sexy outfit, his jaw almost dropped.

"Wow Heather. Look at you. I mean, you look great."

Heather lowered her head, embarrassed. Jennifer then spoke.

"Ed, how are you. I'm glad you like how she looks."

That's when Ed noticed Jennifer. "Oh hello Jen. It's been a while. You joining us tonight?" Ed jokingly said.

"Well kind of. Not in the way you imagine, but I'm sure you'll appreciate my participation. Heather wanted me to help her act out one of her fantasies."

The fantasy explanation helped ease the embarrassment in Heather, but not for long. Jennifer came towards the two and clipped a leash to Heather's collar.

"Why don't you come sit, Ed. And Heather darling, get on your hands and knees and crawl behind us." Jennifer held Ed's hand guiding him towards the couch as Heather followed behind them on all fours. As Ed settled himself in the couch, Jennifer unbuttoned Ed's jeans, pulled them down, then unlocked the cage that trapped Ed's cock. His cock was hard in no time. She then stood beside Heather.

"Why don't you show Ed what you've learned to do with your mouth, Heather darling."

Heather looked up at Jennifer, her eyes a mixture of hate and lust, and turned to face Ed's cock. She crawled between his legs and opened her mouth, then slowly swallowed his whole manhood.

"Oh wow Jen. She was never willing to do this. I can't believe she's so good at this." Ed said, about to cum under Heather's expert mouth and after such a long time without release.

"Swallow it all, Heather dear." Jennifer then leaned forward and spoke in Heather's ear, in quite a harsh tone, "You don't want to miss a drop."

Heather got the hint and kept sucking, not wanting to be punished. She had never tasted a man's cum before but will soon find out how it tasted. Ed's cock wasn't big so Heather was able to put the whole thing in her mouth, just like practicing with the dildo. She moved her head up and down using her tongue to massage Ed's cock. Soon Ed grunted and Heather knew he's about to cum. She wrapped her lips around the shaft tightly, not wanting anything to leak out. Ed shot loads and loads of hot cum into Heather's mouth, months worth of thick cum filling her mouth quickly. She swallowed as fast as she can, overwhelmed by the strong taste. She felt like throwing up but she kept swallowing, until the last drop. As she catches her breaths, Jennifer said,

"Very good. Now the orgasm I promised you."

Jennifer helped Heather to her feet and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the ground. She turned Heather around and bent her over so her plugged pussy and plugged ass were directly in front of Ed. Ed's eyes almost popped out.

"What... the... fuck.... Is that... a butt plug? Holy I never knew she's so kinky... And what's that in her pussy?"

Jennifer smiled and retrieved the key to unlock Heather's vibrator. She gently pulled it out. Heather let out a sigh as the thing that tortured her for so long finally came out for the first time. For some odd reason she felt empty. Perhaps she was too horny, or perhaps she was too used to something in her pussy. She wanted to be filled again. Jennifer helped her stand straight and turned her to face Ed, still sitting on the couch.

"Now dear, get on your knees and suck Ed hard again."

Heather did exactly that. She's been looking at Ed's cock since the vibrator came out. In no time Ed's hard again. Heather looked up at Jennifer as if to ask her what to do next.

"Climb on the couch and sit on Ed's lap facing him, and guide his cock to your pussy. Put it there and don't sit any further. The head should be touching your pussy lips and not sliding inside. Once you're in position, beg Ed to fuck you. And one more thing. One orgasm only. After that, if Ed hasn't cum, he's taking your ass."

Heather climbed on Ed and reached for his cock. Holding the hard cock in her hand felt so good. She guided it towards her pussy and lowered herself. She wanted to sit all the way down to feel it in her, but she managed to keep the cock just pressing against her opening. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. That was so humiliating. She thought for a while before she managed,

"Can you... fuck me please?"

She said shyly, but before Ed can react she felt a hard slap on her ass cheek. She shifted slightly, just that slight movement caused his cock to rub against her pussy, which almost made her cum.

"You call that begging?" Jennifer questioned.

Heather tried again.

"Ed... please... please fuck me... I'm so horny... I miss your cock so much. Can I have it please?"

Heather was actually quite sincere when she said this. Ed wasted no time and held on to her hip to help her sit, his cock finally penetrating her. Ed then moved his hip to lift Heather, and let her fall back down. He repeated this a few times and Heather already felt her orgasm building. She knew if she cum too quickly Ed will have to take her ass next. But this was such a dilemma. She needed to cum, but now she's denying herself. Meanwhile, Ed was looking at her breasts bouncing right in front of his face. He couldn't help himself but to grab both with his hands, kneading them, burying his face between them, playing with her nipples, anything he can think of. He squeezed her breasts hard as Heather lost control, her pussy vibrating and massaging his cock as she cums. Ed had to try his best to hold off his load because Heather's orgasm lasted for quite a while. Eventually it subsided and Heather collapsed on Ed. Holding Heather tightly Ed peeked from above her shoulder,

"So, I get to fuck her ass?"

Jennifer nodded, "That's right Eddie."

Ed flipped Heather over on the couch so she faced up, put her legs on his shoulder, lowered himself to find the right hole, and pushed his well lubricated cock into Heather's ass. Heather was still dizzy when she felt Ed's cock spread her anus, she let out a moan. It actually felt good. Ed wasn't gentle anymore as he pounds her ass hard, but Heather was enjoying the pain and pleasure. Finally Ed pushed hard and deep into her as he shot his load deep into Heather's ass. He pulled out and lay beside Heather, both of them breathing heavily.

Jennifer knelt and carefully wiped Ed's cock clean. She looked up at Ed and asked,

"I'll give you a choice. We can forget about the chastity belt, and we'll never call you again, or, I'll lock your now happy cock and I get to keep the key, in this case I'll make sure you get to play with Heather once in a while. Maybe I'll even join you. What do you think?"

Ed looked at Jennifer, then at Heather, then back at Jennifer.

"Lock me up."

Heather slept like a baby that night. Even though the small vibrator was once again locked in her pussy, even though she was still horny, that one orgasm was the best ever. What she had done to get that orgasm didn't matter anymore. What was important was she got it.

Sunday morning Jennifer went down to the basement only to find an unexpected sight. Heather kneeling beside her bed, wearing her strappy heels that she was instructed to wear on her waking hours. She has clearly showered. Jennifer walked towards her and stood in front of her. Before Jennifer had a chance to speak, Heather bent forward and kissed both her slippers.

"Thank you Mistress for an amazing night last night."

Didn't want to be caught offguard, Jennifer tried to sound as calm as possible, though her heart was pounding with excitement.

"You're welcome. Glad you enjoyed it."

"Mistress, may I ask a question?"

"Yes you may."

"Mistress, can I have another orgasm please?"

Jennifer giggled. "Ah, so this is why you're behaving. I was wondering. Sure you can have another orgasm. But as I said, you need to earn it. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to earn an orgasm?

Heather lowered her head. "Yes Mistress."

"Good. Your next training will be wearing 6 inches heels, and sucking bigger cocks. But you won't have a lot of time to do that since you have to go to work..." Jennifer trailed off.

"I... I'm going back to work?" Heather was obviously excited.

"Yes of course. I promised you can go out. So better make good use of you. True? But before that happens, there are conditions. First, you will wear whatever I pick. Second, I'm now only the acting manager. You'll have to make it official. And of course, you'll be my assistant."

Heather was angry before she knew it. Worse yet, she spoke without thinking. "You bitch! I..."

Jennifer was prepared. Before Heather can finish, Jennifer's palm already reached her face. A loud slap can be heard. Heather covered her face and knew she was in trouble. Jennifer turned and walked upstairs. Soon she returned with a gym bag. She opened it and the first thing she retrieved caused Heather to panic. An object shaped like a butt plug with hair on the other end. The plug was so fat it would stretch her ass wider than she ever experienced. With great difficulty, lots of pain and lots of lubrication, it went in 15 minutes later. And she was right. Her anus was so stretched she was extremely uncomfortable. The base was at least 2 inches in diameter. It was the thickest ever for her, but of course she had no idea in the near future she would experience worse. She stood and the hair connected to the plug dropped. Now she knew what it was. A tail plug. She looked like she had a horse tail coming out of her ass. Jennifer then took the second item out of the bag. A pair of knee high boots. The slope of the heel was extremely steep. It meant the heel was way higher than what she was wearing now.

"6 inches, in case you're wondering. Now be a good girl and lift your left leg for me will you."

The boot made her feet into a crazy arc. Unlike ballet shoes, which made the foot point downward and forced the weight on the toes, the 6 inches forced the foot to form an extreme tip toe shape, almost at 90 degrees. Heather tried to put some weight on her left leg and soon found that, at such an angle, all her weight will be on the very end of her sole (the ball of the foot). Her toes became useless since the angle caused the muscles of the toes to stretch, making them unable to exert force, which was needed to maintain balance. The heel of her foot was also deemed useless, as there was almost no place for the heel to exert force. She had to hold on to Jennifer as the second boot was put on, and once that was done, her knees automatically bent due to the angle formed on her feet. 5 inches heels were one thing. 6 inches were completely different story.

"Stand straight. And aren't you glad I picked the boots to protect your ankle?"

Heather forced her knees to be straight and managed to stand. And yes, she was glad these are boots. Jennifer held on to her arm and guided her to take the first step. She lifted her leg but as soon as she leaned forward, her knee gave up. This was harder than she thought. Half an hour later, she was able to walk. The trick is to take small steps, and focus on balancing. Jennifer told her to remain a vertically straight line by lifting her chest and head, and align her weight supporting leg with the spine when the other leg tries to step forward. This motion caused her hip to sway left and right as she walked, and the horse tail was swinging. Jennifer clapped her hands and sat on the bed.

"Good job. Keep walking. And if the tail stops swinging it means you're doing it wrong. Keep going. That's it. Very nice."

Heather's feet hurt. She walked the whole morning. But she just learned that Jennifer had no intention to remove the boots. She made lunch wearing the boots, and after lunch, she resumed walking. At 3, her legs gave up and she collapsed. Jennifer let her crawl from that point on, but the boots and the plug remained part of Heather's attire. Heather spent a couple of hours servicing Jennifer's pussy while her own vibrator buzzed. By the time Jennifer was satisfied, Heather's thighs were wet and sticky with her juice flowing out. Jennifer told Heather to make dinner. Heather's feet were feeling slightly better so she stood and walked slowly to the kitchen.

She was glad that Jennifer didn't make her sleep in those boots. However the tail plug remained. The next morning her ass was so sore. Jennifer came downstairs and saw Heather on her knees. She led Heather to the bathroom and gently removed the butt plug. Heather let out a cry at the pain. No matter how hard she clenched she couldn't close her anus, so she jumped on the toilet and did her business. After shower she was led upstairs to the bedroom, where she saw her attire for the day.

"You'll make a statement today, but nothing too crazy... For now. It's work afterall. Now get dressed."

Heather quietly put on the thin see through black bra. Then the garter and her fishnet stockings. She was glad the white blouse wasn't thin, but it was tight and had quite a low cut, the button only went up to between her breasts. She had no doubt this was one of the more conservative styles in her new wardrobe now. She didn't find any panties, so she pulled the tight pencil skirt up. It went to mid thigh, enough to cover her stocking tops. Again it's probably one of the longest she owned. She sat and put on the strappy shoes with 5 inches heels. She put on her make up and checked herself on the mirror. She looked stunning. But what she was wearing will certainly cause some heads to turn and some questioning looks from her co-workers. She was having second thoughts about going to work when Jennifer appeared, dressed in nice blouse, knee length skirt and 2 inches low heels. Professional look comparing to Heather's office slut look.

"Mistress, I'll probably get in trouble dressed like this..."

"No you won't. This is still conservative for your new role. Now let's get going."

Jennifer took Heather's collar off and the two drove to the office. Jennifer parked and got off the car. Heather, on the other hand, hesitated. She couldn't walk into the building dressed like this. But Jennifer left her no choice. The vibrator came on when Jennifer opened the passenger's door. Heather swung her legs out and stood, her thighs pressing tightly together. The vibrator stopped.

"If you don't want the vibrator buzzing today at work, get your ass in the office NOW!"

Heather pulled her skirt down and followed Jennifer towards the building. Surely, the security guard, some coworkers, all greeted her politely just like old days. The only difference is, they all added a weird look when they check her out. They got to their floor and Jennifer walked into Heather's old office, now hers. She handed Heather a piece of paper and told her to study it, and prepare for a meeting in an hour. Heather went to where Jennifer used to sit and started reading. She was shocked at the content but knew there was little she can do. The time came and the two went to the board room. Soon the entire department arrived. Jennifer started by indicating Heather had something to say. Heather stood and began her speech.

"It has been a pleasure leading such a great team in the past. However as I worked with Jennifer, I feel that she can better handle this role and lead the team to a greater success.....

.... So I'd like to announce that Jennifer will now officially lead this team going forward, and I'm more than happy to be her assistant. Thank you very much."

It took everyone a while to let the news sink in, before a few of them started clapping their hands. Soon a loud applause can be heard. But no one knew while Heather gave up her spot to Jennifer.

It took Heather two weeks to learn how to suck her 8 inches dildo, walk normally in 6 inches heels, and get use to her new dresscode at work. Of course there was a lot of teasing, both at work and home, by the evil vibrator which Jennifer controlled. She was so horny she couldn't wait to get an orgasm, so when Jennifer told her Friday night that Joe will be coming over on Saturday, she was excited. Part of her was still scared to show her submissive side to one of the men she dominated, but an orgasm was more important at this moment. Joe was one with a good sized cock, about 8 inches, which was why Jennifer chose him. Heather was scared about bigger cocks back then that was why Joe's cock was the biggest she owned.

Saturday came and Heather was being prepared. Shower, enema, butt plug, make ups. Her clothes for the night was a pair of see-through panties, a see-through bra, garter and stockings, and 6 inches heels. The instructions were the same. Suck him and swallow, get him hard again and fuck, only one orgasm allowed, then he would take her ass. She found herself standing in front of the mirror waiting for Joe just like last time. Joe, like Ed, was shocked, but quickly adapted to the situation. Heather behaved like a slut to Jennifer's satisfaction. She swallowed a huge load of cum saved up by the locked up Joe, then rode his cock for a super intense orgasm, and offered her ass. When Joe was offered to be free of the chastity belt, his response was immediate.

"Hell yeah. I can do so much more with this cock than being locked up by this crazy bitch. See you bitches, or maybe not."

He walked out the front door without even looking back. That night Heather cried herself to sleep. She didn't know what she could do to stop this craziness. She knew if she doesn't do something, she would be screwed for the rest of her life, being controlled by Jennifer, and she can see that eventually her strong will power will be broken.

Heather's new training started on Sunday, just like last time. It wasn't easy for her to try to swallow a 10 inches dildo down her throat, nor was it easy to try to balance on ballet heels. But she knew she had to complete this training before she would be getting her next orgasm, and she wanted it soon, even though she knew it would take her much longer this time.

Monday morning Heather learned of her new dress code. Her 6 inches heels, and no bra. She complained that without a bra her breasts will be visible under a thin blouse, and even with a thick one her nipples with be poking against the fabric. Jennifer offered her a choice of macro skirt or braless. Heather picked to go braless. Her breasts were the focal point of her coworkers throughout the week. The guys were staring at them with lust, the girls were looking with disgust. She was having a hard time trying to keep her nipples soft, but it appeared that the attention Heather got simply made her more horny. The occasional vibration in her pussy didn't help either. As for her heels, she received so much comments from the guys such as how she could walk in them, they were beautiful, they made her legs so much longer, etc. Worst yet, she heard small talks about how she dressed like a slut, heels that high simply means a whore, skirt that showed off her stocking tops, why she even wearing stockings and garters and not pantyhose anyway, etc. She was having a very difficult time concentrating at work.

Half a year later, Heather was quite well trained. At work, she wore no bra, no panty, super short skirt that barely covered her ass, tops that emphasized her lack of underwear, and footwear with 6 inches heels. Most people at work had seen her bare pussy and the intruder locked inside. There was simply no way she could stop that, since her skirts were so short, no matter how hard she tried. At home, she had been trained to be a good maid, pleasure giver, and obedient slave. It did take her a few weeks to finish the 10 inch dildo oral training and the ballet heels walking, but her single orgasm with her third man that she locked up was satisfying, though he also chose to remain unlocked. The remaining three were more or less the same experience. Only one of them willingly let them lock him back up. So after all six men had a chance to see and use the fallen Heather, only two remain locked, now by Jennifer. The lack of orgasm, the small dosage of regular drugs and the vibrator locked in her pussy had been driving her insane. She was horny all the time. All she thought of in her spare time was when she can cum next. Seeing Heather had lost most of her old self, Jennifer was ready to begin the next stage.

It was a beautiful Saturday. Jennifer's plan was to begin Heather's humiliation. After going through what Jennifer had planned, Heather should behave like an obedient slave. She would do anything Jennifer said without question or fighting back. At least that was what Jennifer hoped for. She stood beside Heather's bed looking at the sound asleep Heather. Time to wake her up. She turned the vibrator on and waited. Heather woke and saw her Mistress standing beside the bed, and got up and knelt as fast as she could. Jennifer turned the vibrator off.

"In my bedroom. Fifteen minutes."

Fifteen minutes later Heather appeared in Jennifer's bedroom, freshly showered. She was given a tight tank top, a micro skirt and a pair of knee high boots with 6 inches heels. She quickly got dressed. Although she was already used to wearing clothes this slutty, she still blushed at her large breasts pressing against the tight top revealing her hard nipples, and her skirt threatened to roll up revealing her bare ass and pussy. After putting on light make ups the two left the house.

Heather was on full display as they had lunch at a local restaurant. She had learned to accept the stares but her pussy still react by secreting a whole lot of pussy juice. After lunch they went to the mall. Lots of people shopping on this Saturday. They first went to a shoe store, where Heather was forced to spread her legs wide when Jennifer and the sales person changed her boots to a pair of heels, each working on one foot. The sales person no doubt got a very good look at her pussy and the vibrator, and was having a difficult time concentrating on the task at his hands. They then walked around the mall and Heather hated it. Her high heeled boots caused her walking to be exaggerated, and her breasts bounced violently each step she took. Also her horniness almost became visible when she walked and rubbed her thighs together, causing her pussy juice to form a white sticky substance between her thighs. Her skirt was still able to conceal it, but if this went on, everyone would notice her dripping cunt. They walked into a lingerie store and were greeted by a smiling sales lady.

"Hello ladies. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Jennifer's reply was loud enough for most people to hear. Heather wished there was a hole she could hide herself.

"I'm looking for some sexy bras and panties for my friend here. Obviously she doesn't like to wear them but I kept telling her that if she skips bra anymore her breasts will sag. See? They're too big. How can one not wear a bra? Besides, she loves skirts this short so panties are required. Don't you agree?"

The sales girl was obviously shocked at Jennifer's answer.

"S...sure. What style do you like?"

"Oh nothing covering her nipples. She doesn't like that. But support is good. So maybe a quarter cup or something. And for the panties... Well, anything that keeps her juices from leaking out will be good."

The two left with a few half and quarter cup bras and some sheer panties. During the drive home Heather was quiet, her head lowered, and quite embarrassed from the shopping trip. They drove to a drive-through to order dinner to bring home. Jennifer pulled Heather's top down slightly to reveal her left nipple when they picked up their orders. The guy got quite a view as he leaned over and handed Jennifer the food.

Back home they ate. After dinner, Jennifer and Heather went upstairs to the master bedroom where Jennifer helped Heather shower and gave her a couple of thorough enemas. Heather already knew there was plan but didn't know what it was until Jennifer told her.

"We're going out tonight. But before we do, I need to make something very clear to you. I need you to be an obedient girl tonight. EVERYTHING I said will be done without question and hesitation. If you are good, I might allow you to cum tonight. But if you miss anything, you'll be punished. And trust me you don't want that. Is that clear?"

Heather's eyes lit up when she heard there might be a chance she would get an orgasm, and quickly promised she would do anything told. She wanted the orgasm badly. Very badly.

Jennifer then laid out the clothes Heather were to wear, then went to get dressed herself. Heather picked up the latex top and put it on. She then realized there were two holes on her chest which were now pressing on her large breasts. She didn't pay attention to it and went for the second item. She looked at the butt plug with a pony tail attached, and slowly inserted it into her ass. The hair on the tail brushed against her thighs. Next a hood with eyes and mouth openings. She zipped it up and pulled her hair through the hole at the top. Then she found the footwear. Thigh high ballet boots. She sat and spent a long time lacing them up tightly. She stood just as Jennifer finished dressing. She saw that Jennifer was wearing a corset which covered half of her breasts up to the nipples. The top of her breasts were pushed up and bulging, threatening to spill out of the cups. Knee length latex skirt and a pair of 4 inches heels completed the outfit. She had a mask on her face. In her hands she held a collar and a waist corset.

"You stupid girl. Those tits are supposed to go THROUGH the holes."

Jennifer pulled and pushed Heather's breasts until the two openings were wrapping tightly around the base of Heather's breasts. This caused her large and firm breasts to bulge even more. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest, thrusted out, jiggling slightly as she breathes. Jennifer then wrapped the waist corset around Heather's waist and laced it up so tight that Heather was having trouble breathing. Jennifer then applied the collar and locking it in place, with the hood. Finally she put a longer coat on Heather and one on herself before leading Heather out to their car.

Heather looked in horror as they parked outside a local BDSM club. She was so worried someone she knew would be inside, but relaxed a bit when she touched her hood with her hand. Jennifer walked around and opened Heather's door, connected a leash to the collar and helped Heather stand. She was fully covered by the coat however the fact that she was mostly naked under the coat made her very uneasy, but also very horny. They entered the club and walked up to the reception desk.

"Remember to obey me." Jennifer whispered to Heather.

"Hello Mistress. Is this your first time here?" The girl at the reception desk asked.

"Yes."

"In that case please fill out this form, and one for the submissive as well please."

Jennifer went through the forms and completed them, then gave them back to the girl.

"Ah, Mistress Jennifer and pet Heather. Please allow me to take your coats."

Heather thought to herself, "How can she use our real names?" She saw Jennifer first removed her own coat, and before Heather can react, her coat was removed too, leaving her bare chested and bottomless. She instinctively covered herself with her hands, but Jennifer was quick to told her to put her hands behind her back. Heather knew the night was young and covering herself for a few more minutes probably won't help much, so she obeyed.

"Please follow me to your table."

Jennifer followed the girl, walking proudly in front of Heather, the leash in her hand forcing Heather to follow closely. Heather glanced around nervously to see if there was anyone she might know. There were quite some people in the club, and luckily there was no one she recognized. However she realized she was facing another problem. Her ballet boots were difficult to walk in, and that caused her large breasts through the holes on her top to bounce a lot, and her tail to swing left and right behind her, and together with her lack of bottom attire almost everyone in the club was looking at her. Her face was very red under the hood. She could not believe a respectable woman not too long ago would end up being displayed like this in public. She was totally humiliated, but oddly, her plugged pussy was also dripping wet. After what seemed like a mile of walking they arrived at their table. Jennifer sat on the couch and told Heather to kneel beside her. Jennifer ordered her drink and played with Heather's vibrator on and off while she watched the other customers in the club. It didn't take long before a couple approached them.

"Greetings Mistress. My name is Master Kent and this is my slave girl Judy. Would you mind if I sit with you?"

The two dominant began chatting and was having a good time. Heather took a look at Judy and saw that she was very young, quite a beautiful face, and looked very confident. The way she dressed almost looked like she was a dominant. One piece tight latex skirt, sleeveless, just a hint of cleavage could be seen. The skirt was short, covering her legs until mid thigh, finished off with shiny knee high boots with lower heels, probably three inches. She was allowed to sit beside Master Kent. The only thing that indicated that she was a submissive was the collar on her neck. She was looking at Heather with interest.

Kent and Jennifer were discussing the possibility of playing with Heather. Kent and Judy were very interested in Heather. After more talking they had arrived at an agreement. Jennifer led Heather to the play area and helped Heather got up on a cushioned table. Heather was on her back. The table was only big enough to support Heather's back, so her legs were dangling off. Also her neck wasn't supported so her head was also leaning off the table. Her wrists were cuffed to the side of the table. Someone was adjusting the height of the table and when Master Kent walked into her view, she was looking right at his hard cock. It was a good sized cock and she kind of guessed what would happen, and hoped that her cock sucking practice helped. Her legs were lifted up and someone started licking her clit. She lifted her head to see Judy working on her clit. Master Kent lowered her head back into position and slowly inserted his cock into her mouth, until the whole thing went in. From that position his cock entered her throat quite smoothly. He stayed there and played with her breasts while the girl toyed with her clit. After a while she was extremely frustrated, and needed an orgasm. The girl began pulling the dildo tail plug out and pushing it back in. She heard Jennifer's voice from her right.

"Would you like to cum, slut? If so, you need to beg Master Kent to fuck you."

Master Kent slowly pulled his cock out of Heather's mouth. Heather took a few deep breaths and began begging.

"Will you fuck me please?"

To Heather this was already very embarrassing. Begging a stranger to fuck her was never an agenda item, and never something she would have done. But she just did. However it wasn't good enough. Master Kent re-inserted his cock into her mouth and Jennifer said to Judy,

"5 more minutes."

For the next 5 minutes Judy was torturing her clit. She was an expert and her skills drove Heather crazy. The only problem is Heather cannot cum just by stimulating her clit. That caused so much frustration and horniness. Master Kent pulled out at the 5 minute mark. Heather tried again.

"Master Kent, please... fuck me..."

She saw Master Kent shake his head and the cock entered her mouth again. She heard Jennifer said 10 minutes. She shifted her hip slightly but her torture continued. Although with a hood on and no one will recognize her, even if there was someone she knew, Heather still felt extremely ashamed. The girl between her legs was licking her clit like crazy while playing with the dildo in her ass. The cock deep in her mouth, even though not moving, stretched her mouth wide and the head entered her throat and stayed there, making her extremely uncomfortable. The man's balls were pressed right up against her nose and she can smell him when she breathed, necessarily through the nose. The man was also kneading her breasts, though bound as she was, she had no way to avoid any of these attacks. Worst yet, she was ashamed of her body reaction most. The daily drug and the denial once again worked their magic. The girl's licking brought it all together, horny but unable to cum. She has decided. Next time the man pulled out, she'll beg. This time, she'll beg properly. She could not stand anymore of these. As if reading her mind, the man pulled the cock away.

Breathing hungrily through her mouth with drool running down her face, she looked up past the erected cock at the man.

"Master Kent, this slut's horny cunt is ready for your pleasure. Please enjoy and use it."


Part 4 - Heather The Fallen Domme (added: 2014/05/23)


Master Kent looked at Jennifer and nodded. Jennifer smiled and said,

"Well, Master Kent has approved your begging. Now remember, when you are close to orgasm, beg for permission."

Jennifer unlocked the vibrator and pulled the toy out. She sucked Heather's juice off.

"Hmmmmm. I miss this taste."

Kent and Judy switched position. Kent put his cock against Heather's soaked cunt. His hands each granning one of Heather's ballet booted ankle, spreading her legs wide. Judy stood in front of Heather's head so her pussy right in front of Heather's mouth. She spread her legs and pushed her hip forward. From this angle Heather can easily lick Judy's clit, but can also beg when needed. Jennifer holding a flogger standing beside the table. The motion then started. Kent fucking Heather, Heather licking Judy. Heather was so horny only after a few minutes of Kent's fucking she's already yelling,

"Mistress may I cum please.....!!??"

Heather's large tits were made extra firm by the top she's wearing, and when Jennifer's flogger striked, it brought extra pain. Heather's scream was loud, but her right tit didn't jiggle as much as if it were free. That delayed Heather's orgasm for a while, but soon she's begging again. This time the flogger landed on her left tit. Jennifer's signature evil smile appeared,

"If you keep getting close, you'll earn yourself a lot more pain than you want. Try to control yourself you horny slut!"

Kent said,

"Wow I love how her cunt clenched when you hit her."

Sure enough, Heather tried to suppress her orgasm. This time it took her longer but eventually she's close again. That in turn got her another hard one on her right tit. This is such a mental torture for Heather. The horniness and the fucking is telling her she will get an orgasm so just let it happen. But the flogging and the pain stopped her orgasm mid track. Perhaps she should keep quiet and get her orgasm first and get punished later? Noooo who knows what Jennifer will do to her. The unknown consequences cannot be ignored. So basically she's trying to stop her own orgasm, in her horny state, and then when she cannot, her orgasm is stopped physically by being flogged on her tits! She was in the middle of trying hard not to cum when Kent grunted,

"Slave!"

Judy quickly ran to her Master and knelt. Kent pulled out, turned to his slave and cum into Judy's mouth. Judy is very well trained and managed to hold the whole shot in her mouth without spilling a drop. Jennifer said,

" Would you mind spitting that on her pretty little slut face?"

Kent gave a nod and Judy walked back to Heather. Jennifer unzipped the hood and pulled it off. Heather didn't and couldn't care or resist anymore. Jennifer pulled Heather's head up using her hair, and Judy slowly dripped Kent's huge load of cum on Heather's face, trying to cover every part. She then went back to Kent and sucked his cock clean.

Heather was panting on the table, both tits now red, face covered by Judy's juice and Kent's cum, and she still hadn't gotten her much needed orgasm. She's a mess, both mentally and physically. Jennifer untied Heather's hand and helped sit up. She gave Heather a dildo.

"Now, you may cum."

By now a small group of people gathered around to watch. Heather quickly pushed the dildo into her cunt. She cannot see clearly but by now she doesn't care who saw her real face. She fucked herself furiously. Cum dripping down her face onto her tits, some dried and dangled from her chin. Still, she remembered to ask.

"Mistress Jennifer may I cum please!!!?"

"Yes slut you may."

The grunt and scream and moan was animalistic. Her orgasm was so intense she almost fell off the table. When she came back down from her orgasm Jennifer already finished locking the small vibe into her pussy. She helped Heather off the table, and attached a leash to Heather's collar.

"Time to go, my pet."

They exited the club. Heather walked in, face covered by the hood, and crawled out, face covered by cum. Her swollen tits dangling under her chest, swaying as she crawled, her "tail" raised high and proud.

Several weeks after the BDSM club humiliation, Heather has been a very good and obedient slave. At work, she has been an extremely capable assistant, as well as the sexy eye candy. At home, she served her Mistress Jennifer extremely well, and hasn't had one single incident where she disobeys Jennifer's order, regardless of how ridiculous or humiliating it is. At this stage, Jennifer feels that Heather is ready for her final test, the nail to the coffin so to speak. If Heather passes, then Jennifer will know Heather belongs to Jennifer, with or without the controlling vibrator locked in Heather's pussy, or the small dosage of drugs in Heather's meals.

Tonight is the night. After they both showered, Jennifer picked the outfit for Heather. When Heather checked what outfit is selected for her, she is a bit puzzled. She picked up the black lace bra.

"Mistress.... a.... a bra?"

"Yes my slut. You will wear what I selected. And tonight I want you to wear a bra. So you will wear a bra."

Heather nods. She hasn't been wearing a bra for some time now. But she agreed. It is true that she will wear whatever Jennifer picked for her. So of course if Jennifer wants her to wear a bra, she will wear a bra. On the other hand, Jennifer is quite impressed. Heather is actually so used to slutty clothes now that she thought a bra is questionable. She watched as Heather quietly put the bra on, then picked up the next item. Non see through black blouse. This must be new. She doesn't have anything like that anymore. This time she doesn't question. She put the garment on and buttoned up, leaving the top two buttons open. She knows exactly how to wear such a top. Revealing cleavage but not too slutty. That was how she used to wear it when she takes Jennifer to BDSM clubs anyway. Next item, the knee length latex skirt. Knee length? Seriously? The lower part of her thighs have not been covered for... god knows how long now. Even though she doesn't see any panties, she has no complain. One night. Just one night, she gets to dressed relatively conservatively. Finally a pair of high heels with straps around the ankle. Wait, this doesn't feel right. They are too... low. What are they? 4 inch? She buckled the straps and stood.

"Light make-ups, sexy but not slutty."

Heather is dumbfounded, but managed to nod and whispered,

"Yes Mistress."

Today isn't her birthday. What is going on?

When Heather is done, Jennifer is also dressed. Heather lets out a gasp. Jennifer is dressed exactly like her. Every piece of clothing is the same. The blouse, latex skirt, heels, and she can see the straps of the black bra, guessing it is the same too. Wait. Jennifer is wearing a collar. What the.... Heather stands up, still wondering what is going on. Finally, Jennifer kneels and reaches under Heather's skirt, unlocking the devilish vibrator. She sucks it clean and leaves it on the dresser.

"We won't be needing this tonight, slut."

They leave the house and drive to the BDSM club. Not the local one they went to last week, but the out of town one, the one Heather used to frequent, when she was Mistress. They parked and Jennifer connects a leash to her collar, and handed Heather the leash. She finally reveals what her plan is.

"Slut, tonight, you will lead me into the club. Get your usual table. You haven't been here for a long time so your friends will probably come talk to you. Once you have everyone's attention, you will announce that you are a failure being a Domme, and have let your slave pet Jennifer take over, being your Mistress. You will announce that proudly, because you should be proud. Then you will remove my collar and put it on yourself, strip naked except your heels, and kneel in front of me giving me the leash. Is that understood?"

Heather is shocked. So shocked she is speechless. Jennifer begins to say,

"Slut, I asked you a...."

"Yes Mistress. Your slut understands."

Jennifer smiles and nods.

"Let's go."

Taking the leash, Heather leads Jennifer inside. While taking the elevator to the 32nd floor, memories flash back and she remembers how she used to visit this club with Jennifer, leash in her hand, just like now. They arrive and is greeted by the reception.

"Mistress Heather! Oh my god it has been so long! I'm so glad you returned. Welcome back!"

Heather nods, and forces a smile.

"Your usual table? We have been saving it for you hoping you will come back soon. Please follow me."

The three walk towards Heather's table. On the way, many of Heather's friends join.

"Heather! It's been so long! Where have you been?

"Heather! Everything alright? You seem to have disappeared!"

"Oh my goodness Mistress Heather, I'm glad you're fine. We were so worried..."

Heather greets them one by one. By the time they get to her table, there is a small crowd gathered around them. They all send their regards, Masters, Mistresses, slaves, pets, all seem so happy to see her. One of the Doms said,

"Mistress Heather. Glad to see you again. I certainly hope you have trained your pet better. Perhaps if you are up for it, we can have another bet?"

Oh dear. It was the Dom that they had the bet last time. The 15 minute bet, Heather lost because Jennifer didn't follow all orders without hesitation within 15 minutes. Sighing, Heather thinks this is a good time. She stands up, she looks so elegant and tall and in control. But what her words shocked everyone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make."

Everyone look at Heather, smiling, wondering what she has to say. Their eyes are so full of respect, even the Dom/mes. This truly takes humiliation to a whole different level.

"As you know, Jennifer is... I should say, was... my pet. However, I don't feel I've done a good job training her, as one of you has already proven in previous encounter. "

She nods at the Dom that she bet with last time.

"As a result, I've been thinking, I'm quite a failure as being a Mistress. I feel that Jennifer is in fact a much better Mistress than I used to be. Thus, I've willingly turned over control to my dear Mistress, Mistress Jennifer. She has shown me what a slut I truly am, how submissive I actually am, and that I can be as happy and proud as a sub.... as her sub... as I was a Domme. You are all my best friends in this lifestyle, so I'm honored that you're all here to witness my handover to Mistress Jennifer. I hope you will all support her as you had supported me."

Heather said it so proudly and confidently, as if she just got a promotion at work. Everyone has their smiles frozen, some drop their jaws, but no question about who is more in shock, because they are all speechless and motionless. While they try to digest what Heather just said, Heather's action is even more shocking. She turns and removes Jennifer's collar, puts it around her own neck, and starts to strip. When she is naked except for her heels, one of the Dommes whispered, to herself probably,

"What the fuck...."

The stir ripples through the crowd.

"Wait wha?"

"Um, is this true?"

"Holy shit...."

By then, Heather is already on her knees, leash in her hand, raising it above her head waiting for Jennifer to take it. The smile on Jennifer's face is genuine. She is so proud of her work, so proud of the result, so proud of Heather. She stands and takes the leash. She gently pats Heather's head, and asks,

"Who are you, Heather?"

"I'm your slut, your toy, your pet, your slave, Mistress Jennifer."

"What will you do for me, slut?"

"I'll do anything you say, Mistress Jennifer."

"Slap your own face."

Without hesitation, Heather slaps her cheek. The sound quieted the crowd.

"Good girl."

Jennifer looks around and finds the Dom.

"You mentioned a bet earlier, Sir?"

He looks uneasy and mumbles,

"Um... yeah I suppose... if you're up for it... "

"Drinks, just like last time?"

He lets out a slight cough.

"S...sure... Mistress Jennifer. Same rules?"

"Of course. That's how we can compare."

He summons his slave girl. Remembering last time Jennifer hesitated when she was told to lick the girl's ass, he figures he might as well start there. He positions the girl on the low table doggie style. Jennifer says,

"Time starts now."

Heather parts the girls butt cheeks and dives in, licking the girl's anus. Nobody can believe the Heather that once disgusted at anal play will give oral to a slave girl's anus with zero hesitation. Over the next 12 minutes, the Dom comes up with all sorts of humiliating and disgusting acts, and Heather did them all. Pussy and cock licked, anuses serviced, toes sucked, Heather fingered her own pussy and ass, said many humiliating things, barked like a dog, played fetch, she even peed in a glass in front of everyone. At the final minute he asked his slave to add her pee to the glass, then says to Heather,

"Drink it."

Heather just grabs the glass and puts it against her mouth, again with no hesitation. The Dom puts a hand on the glass, stopping the action. He turns to Jennifer and bowed deeply,

"Mistress Jennifer, you have won. My sincere congratulations to you."

They ordered the round of drinks, and Doms and Dommes gather around Jennifer to start the new acquaintance. Meanwhile, slaves and pets gather around Heather on the floor, and starts their own conversation. When they are ready to leave, Heather is led naked to the elevator. The reception girl simply looks at them. She is the last person to know, but the surprise is the same. Heather still walks proudly, but as a slave.


Part 5 - Epilogue (added: 2014/12/16)

"What do you mean she's... gone?"

The CFO cleared his throat.

"Well, I don't know what's happening between you two, Heather, but over the past two years you have changed from the top employee to some... how should I put it... improperly dressed assistant. You even give her your job. The job that you were doing so well."

"But didn't she do an equally good job, if not better?"

"Yes yes, no offense, but better, I must agree. The point is, you are the one we hired. We did background checks on you. You are clean. When you made the decision to offer her your job, we didn't question because you must have seen something in her. And yes you were right. She did a better job. The problem is, Heather, you didn't check her at that security level. We didn't either. We only checked lower level for assistants. The check for your position was way more intense."

"But sir, her credentials checked out..."

"Yeah she's a Ph.D. She has the work experience. She is qualified. But hell we didn't know she actually committed fraud in another country. Now she has fraudulently paid herself big time. I'm glad Jimmy found some traces and alerted me. Otherwise..."

"Still, what do you mean she's gone? Like, fired?"

"Fired? You're kidding me right? Being an assistant dragged you down that much? She's arrested! This morning when you were gone picking up her coffee and dry clean!"

Heather was lost. What should she do? Over the past years Jennifer was her Mistress. It was all she had. She even signed away all her assets to this woman. But now Jennifer is, or will be, behind bars. What to do? After a long silence, Heather asked,

"So... what now?"

"I'm sorry Heather, even though I know you can do the job, we will have to fire you. All these happened because of you. I'm sorry. But we will give you a nice package...."

As she drove back to her... Jennifer's house, she was analyzing what she can do. She had no idea how she ended up home, but she did arrive safely. There were police and agents inventorying the place when she arrived. She was told she could pick up what belonged to her. We grabbed whatever she can, some cash, some jewelry, clothes of course. She did get Jennifer's more conservative clothes instead of her own revealing outfits. She did luckily find the spare key in Jennifer's jewelry box. Within minutes she removed her locked vibe from her pussy. She decided to keep it as a... reminder so to speak... At the door, she was told to drop some of the more expensive jewelry behind, but they didn't give her too much trouble. The car, though, will be in government possession. She figured with the money and jewelry she took, plus the package the company gave her, she could survive about a year. She took a cab to a nearby motel.... A week later she rented a small apartment, and started job searching.


14 months later....

"Damn it!"

Looking at her recent email, furious, Heather sat back and sighed. She tried to find a job but after all these months, she is still out of a job. At first she applied to higher up positions, but over time she lowered her standard. The incident really ruined her. She can't even find a job as an assistant, the job she got fired for, and now she is applying for waitress jobs, fast food restaurant cashier, call center agent, all came back saying "they found more suitable candidates." Jobs she is qualified for, no one will hire her because of her ruined reputation. Jobs she is over qualified for, no one will hire her because of exactly that. She knows she needs to move to another city.

The shower made her calm and feeling much better. Back to her desk wearing the bathrobe, she wants to give it another try, when she hears a knock on the door. She opens the door to a man wearing suit and tie, holding a laptop and a file folder.

"I'm looking for Miss Heather W."

"I'm Heather. You are?"

"Walter from the police department. May I come in?"

He shows her his badge. Heather stepped aside and the man entered.

"Look... I wasn't involved in any of her fraud activities as I told you guys many many times before... I'm just trying to behave and find a job and move on, alright? I..."

The man raised a hand to stop her.

"Um, sorry Miss, but that's not why I'm here."

He set the laptop down and open the folder.

"You see, we were going through Jennifer's assets and noticed these document. We were suspicious about them and questioned Jennifer over and over again until she confessed. She forced you into signing these by... umm.... Through sadistic means.... "

Heather looked at the papers and yes, those are the ones she signed away everything.

"Yeah. So? Nothing can be done now. I'm broke, and will be, for a long time...."

"Not necessarily. You see, after her confession we wanted to add rape, illegal confinement, causing bodily harm, plus a whole bunch of criminal charges. Her case wasn't criminal until that point. Obviously she doesn't want to spend more years behind bars. So we worked out a deal. I'll leave the details out but part of the deal involves you, that's why I came to see you. She's willing to give you back what she took from you. The current value, that is."

Walter turned on his laptop and showed her a spreadsheet. Heather gasped after seeing the numbers. Damn, Jennifer is really a much better investor than she used to be. Everything Jennifer took from her, including property, investment, everything, nearly doubled in value. If this is true, she doesn't need to work. She didn't need to work before Jennifer took over, and now, she doesn't need to work and can still live a very comfortable life.

"Like, seriously?"

"Seriously, Ma'am. The part of the deal that involves you is that, if you agree, then we won't ask you as a victim to give your statement. Without a victim, there is no criminal charges against Jennifer that involves you. But if you disagree, she'll be charged with everything she did to you, and you'll have to repeat what happened many many times, in private, on camera, in court, and then all her assets that belonged to you will be confiscated, and you won't get a penny. I cannot recommend an option, I can only present you with the options. So..."

"Yes! Yes I agree!"

"Very well then, please sign this, and our analysts get the rest done by end of the week."

"Ummm, Mistress Heather..."

Looking up from reading her magazine, Heather stared at the kneeling girl wearing a collar on her neck, ballet boots, chastity belt and nothing else.

"What." Heather said impatiently.

"Will you please... please stop the vibrating egg? It has been on for... almost an hour..."

Heather reached for the remote. The girl let out a sigh of relief. But what she felt wasn't what she had hoped for. The egg in her pussy suddenly buzzed more violently. She knew from the way it was buzzing that Heather turned it on a higher setting.

"I'm taking a shower. Prepare my dinner. If it tastes good, I might let you cum."

Heather stood and walked upstairs, a wicked smile on her face.