Chapter 1 - Rise and Fall

This started out to be such a great day, Rebecca was thinking dismally. Since the big meeting didn't start until after lunch, she had slept in past her normal 5:30 alarm before starting her morning workout. She took extra time enjoying the hot shower after shaving her legs touching up her neatly trimmed patch of hair that remained above her pussy. Feeling excited, and just a bit rebellious, she had selected a garter belt, black silk stockings, and a matching lacy black thong/bra combination to wear under her favorite suit.

How ironic it was, she thought, that just this morning she stood in front of her mirror admiring herself wearing just her underwear and heels. Happy that her workout routine was really paying off as evidenced by her flat stomach and tight butt, she even liked the D cup chest that her ex-husband had talked her into getting done 2 years ago. While they had agreed on a nice C cup for her, she had no illusions that the bastard had probably given the surgeon a nice "tip" for putting a little extra in. Oh well, he and his little secretary/girlfriend were now long gone and she was doing great. Her big promotion to vice president was today and she felt that her life was going great. She was only 35 years old and still looked like she was in her mid-twenties. Standing there that morning admiring herself in the mirror she had been very happy.

The management at her conservative company, most of which were men, would go nuts if they saw her modeling this lingerie with nipples and pussy both visible through the sheer black material and the cleavage created by packing her boobs into the D cups. To hell with them, she thought, this was her day and after all, she was the only one that would ever see what was under her suit.

At the salon, Cindy and her chatted away while her hair was being done. Being friends since childhood, they knew each other very well. Cindy kept trying to hook her up with a new guy, but so far she had refused. Maybe now that she was going to be a vice president?? Who knows, she thought. Lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, Cindy had said "You know Ribs, we're running a special this month; with a hair and makeup session, which you already bought, you get a free waxing. Don't you think, now that you're single and on the prowl again, you should get rid of that nasty bush down there and go bare like everyone else under 50?"

Cindy was also divorced and now turning into kind of a wild thing. Rebecca didn't think that her neatly trimmed area would be considered a "bush", but after continued prodding while her nails were manicured and painted bright red to match what she had done to her toenails herself, she had consented. The teasing that she had received back in the private room as she slipped off the little lacy thong had almost made her leave, but her friend promised that she was just teasing and got her up on the table.

She realized that this was when her day took a turn towards the craziness that it would end up with. The chair was a cross between a dental chair and a gynecologist's table. She sat down normally, but it then motored back until flat. Her legs were placed in the stirrups and spread as wide as they would go. She noticed right away that the chair was too thin to lay her hands beside herself, like she did at the doctor's office, but Cindy guided her hands onto soft leather hand holds that were vertically below her almost at floor level.. Before she realized what was going on, she felt leather straps pull tight across her wrists.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Realizing now that her arms were secured to the chair, she continued, "Let me go!!"

"Just settle down girl, it stings when I remove the wax and I don't want you thrashing around ruining that beautiful hair I just finished. Besides, it's not the first time I tied you up....." Cindy gave her friend a wink and continued with the prep work not noticing how red Rebecca's face had become remembering the times she had been "captured" by her friend. Back in those days, Cindy had been more of a Tom Boy and was always the cowboy or sheriff while she had played the role of damsel or robber. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a strap being tightened around her stocking covered ankle. In fact, she noticed, they were now both tightly secured to the stirrups.

"Can't have you put a run in one of those sexy stockings by kicking your feet around, now can we?"

"I think you're enjoying this way too much!!" Rebecca chided.

"You just sit back and be still while I do my job here."

"Your job? Is that what you're doing?" Rebecca teased.

"Watch it girl. These chairs are top of the line and designed for more than just beauty parlors. You get lippy with me and I'll break out the rest of the restraints and secure you good." Cindy teased right back.

"Seriously!!! What else are they used for?"

"These are the same ones used at high end tattoo and piercing places, so they have plenty of restraints designed to immobilize any part of the body."

"Holy shit, I never would have known."

"We don't normally have any use for the rest of them, but remember how I used to "torture" you once I captured you, little Indian Girl?" She asked with a wicked grin.

Rebecca remembered very well. Once captured, she would usually remain captured the rest of the afternoon. Aside from the various ways her body had been stringently tied, her friend had used all sorts of things to torture her. Spanked by hand or ping pong paddle, whipped with a belt, thin stick or even one time a limb from a willow tree. It's long thin flexible structure, once the leaves were removed, had left welts on her for 3 days.

"Yes, I remember all too well," she said.

Watching her friend move between her spread legs, she felt the table fall away below her butt leaving her crotch and ass completely exposed.

"Is that really necessary?" She asked.

"When I'm done with you there won't be a single hair left. Guaranteed!!"

Rebecca found herself thinking about those days so long ago as her friend trimmed the hair with scissors and then started applying the warm wax.

"Don't worry, that's completely natural."

"What is?" Rebecca asked.

"I have a perfect view, you might say, and I can see what this is doing to you. But don't worry, lots of girls react the same way. Especially if they haven't any sex lately."

The redness flooded into Rebecca's cheeks as she realized what Cindy was saying. She was getting horny and her friend could see it clearly in her most private area. Pulling at the leather straps securing her to the chair she burst out "Oh my God, Cindy you have to stop. Let me loose. Now. This is so embarrassing."

"Don't be silly girl, like I said, it's only natural."

But Rebecca kept struggling at her bonds, her face now crimson.

"ENOUGH" Cindy commanded.

The volume and tone of her voice took Rebecca by surprise and she stopped completely.

"Now you're being silly and you're gonna mess up all my hard work on your hair. I told you that I would remove every hair, and I intend to!!"

Rebecca just stared as her friend removed additional leather straps from below the chair somewhere and strapped one tightly around each thigh just above the knee and one across her stomach, tight enough that she had to breathe more shallowly.

Something about her friend's commanding tone and attitude left Rebecca completely still and speechless.

"Now if I hear one more peep out of you" holding up a thin leather strap and Rebecca's tiny thong, "I'm going to gag you with your own thong. If you understand say 'Yes Ma'am.'"

Remembering that in their youthful adventures she had been gagged many times by Cindy, though never with underwear, she meekly replied "Yes Ma'am."

Throughout the rest of the procedure Rebecca remained still and quiet, even when her friend removed the wetness from her with a towel and explained that she would be aroused more easily now that she was going to be completely bare down there.

Though it stung quite a bit, the waxing wasn't as bad as she had feared and the process finished with Cindy rubbing special lotion into the entire area.

"Damn Ribs, you really need a boyfriend. There you go again..."

Cheeks flushing again, Rebecca started to open her mouth again but her friend cut her off, "STOP right there. I didn't say you could talk yet. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Now, since you've been such a pain in the ass I think you are going to have to be punished."

A stern look silencing the bound girl before she could get a word out. After all, she reasoned, it's not like I can do anything about it as tightly as she has me secured. Better to keep quiet and let her have her way. Just like when we were kids, she mused.

"Since it's not like I have a willow branch handy, I think I have something that should work."

Five minutes later her sensible 2" heels had been replaced by Cindy's 5" Stilettos.

"I think spending the rest of the day in these should do the trick."

Unstrapped from the table and teetering in the sky high heels, Rebecca stood silently looking at her newly waxed groin and biting her tongue.

"OK, you can speak now,,,,,,,,,, slave," her friend teased.

"Cindy!! I can't wear these to work. Hell, I can barely stand in them, let alone walk."

"You'll get used to it. And besides, what choice do you have? slave??"

"What do you mean, slave? And seriously, I can't wear these. Especially not today."

"Go ahead then, take them off."

Looking at them more closely, Rebecca could see that there was a ½" leather strap around her ankle that went into a metal catch of some kind at the back of each ankle, but she couldn't find any way of releasing the strap from the metal part. "Come on, Cindy, how do I open the straps?"

"Did I forget to tell you? To make the straps look clean, they fasten in the back and it takes a special tool to release them." As she said this she was now swinging a small object hanging from a long necklace. "Without this, they don't come off." To prove her point she held the "key" up close to one of the catches and it just popped open. Clicking it back closed immediately, she stood up and dropped the necklace around her neck. So, tonight after your big promotion, I'll take you out for a couple drinks to celebrate and then, IF you're a good girl, I'll take them back. After all, it is Friday night."

The argument continued while Rebecca's makeup was being done, but with no change. Finally, Cindy turned Rebecca towards the mirror so she could see that she had definitely done her makeup for 'going out.'

"Off you go girl or you're gonna be late."

So Rebecca reluctantly left for work wearing more makeup than she ever had and wearing the stripper heels that Cindy had locked onto her feet. Not sure if it was the new sensations on her hairless pussy or the fact that she was locked into her lingerie and stripper heels until her friend released her, but she realized on the way to work that she was getting wet again. She needed to find a boyfriend.

The rest of her day had gone pretty well. She got some looks due to the makeup and heels, but everyone thought it was because of her new promotion. She even found that after a while she could walk in them pretty well. In fact, between how they made her feel and the looks she got from the men, she decided that a couple pairs of 3" heels were in her future. The only problem she had was the temporary secretary they had assigned her. It turned out to be the company president's 20 year old daughter. Rebecca made a mental note to hire a permanent replacement immediately. This girl's attitude just wasn't going to work with her.

Her day really went crazy on the way home though. Seeing a car beside the deserted section of road with a young girl staring blankly at the open hood, tears running down her cheeks, made her decide to stop. She normally wouldn't ever stop, but she just couldn't leave the poor girl standing there.

She never saw where the guy came from, only that he was now standing there pointing a gun at her and demanding cash. 10 minutes later, the thief and his now giggling young accomplice were gone, along with her cash, credit cards, car keys and, most disturbingly, her business suit. As she had been stripping beside the road, they told her that this would slow her down and give them time to get far away. They also warned her about giving an accurate description of them as the girl snapped pictures of Rebecca now dressed only in her heels, stockings, garter belt, bra and thong. They even made her pose for some of them.

"After all," the young girl said, "we know where you live and have some pictures that I bet you don't want sent to all the contacts on your cell phone!?!?!"

Thirty minutes later, standing beside the road, locked out of her car, wearing just lingerie, Rebecca saw a car approaching. Terrified, she tried to hide beside the car thinking about whether she wanted to be found like this, when the car pulled over behind her. Her dread was replaced by some relief when the flashing lights of the police cruiser came to life. Not moving, she watched as the officer left the vehicle and approached her, illuminated only by the harsh lights as it was now dark outside, she was a little more relieved to hear the voice of a woman.

"Step away from the vehicle and place your hands behind your neck!" The officer commanded as she placed her right hand on the butt of her service pistol.

Rebecca, still feeling scared and uncertain barely moved when the officer shouted at her "Step away from the vehicle and place your hands behind your neck! NOW!!"

That got her moving, and now Rebecca found herself standing in her lingerie beside the road with her hands behind her neck and concerned that her now prominent breasts would explode out of the lace bra at any moment.

"Are you alone? What were you doing?"

"Yes Ma'am, I was robbed. They took my money and keys and even my clothes."

"You said 'they', how many were there and what did they look like?"

Remembering what the young girl had threatened, she replied "2 of them. One guy and one girl. Both were black. The girl was in her 30's and the guy probably in his 40's," she lied. They were both young and white, but she figured that this would keep the story as close as possible and still not lead the police anywhere. She hadn't lost that much cash and her credit cards would be replaced, but she NEVER wanted those pictures to surface.

"Ok, turn around and put your hands on the hood of your car."

"What do you mean? I am the victim here," Rebecca pleaded.

"I'm sorry, that is probably the case, but until I run your license plates to get some verification I have procedures to follow. Now, put your hands on the hood."

Resigned to her fate, Rebecca 'assumed the position' as she had seen on TV many times.

"Hands closer to the windshield and legs farther apart!"

The hood of her sports car was low and this put her in an incredibly vulnerable position, for the second time today! She assumed, however, that was the point.

Though Officer Melanie Smith was completely heterosexual, she had to admit that this woman was hot. Standing in her headlights the woman's shaved pussy was fully visible through the thin material of her thong as were her nipples, now rock hard in the evening breeze. Once in position on the hood, the tiny black string that split her ass cheeks only accentuated their firmness and her full boobs hung from her chest like ripe fruit.

Still taking no chances, the officer patted down the woman, not that there was much place to conceal anything, but it was procedure, and then handcuffed her hands behind her back.

For the second time today she was restrained and completely at someone else's mercy.

"Is that really necessary?" she asked.

"As I said, I have to follow the procedures. Now I can leave you standing out here or put you in the back of the cruiser, it's up to you?"

"In the cruiser, please Ma'am," she whispered. That seemed like the better of two bad options. It crossed her mind that calling her Ma'am was not required, but since this woman had her in handcuffs, she supposed it was the right thing to do.

After some tapping on the keyboard in the cruiser, the officer turned to look through the wire mesh into the back seat. "OK, here's the deal. The registration matches the name you gave me and the description on the driver's license matches you, however since you don't have any keys for your car or presumably your house, right?"

"No, my house keys were on the same key ring."

"Well, I'm going to have to take you down to the station where you can make a statement and then one of the officers on duty can take you home and assist in getting you inside your house."

"Couldn't you take me home first, so I can put some clothes on?"

"I understand your feelings and I would like to, but there are 2 problems. First, I'm off duty and on my way home so it needs to be someone on duty. Second, since we will essentially have to break into your house to let you in, we need your statement on paper first."

"So I have to walk into the police station in my lingerie?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, but once you are inside I'm sure we can find you something to cover up a little. Don't worry, we bring in a lot of prostitutes so the guys at the station have seen a lot more." She didn't add that they would all gather around to get a good look at the hot woman before they managed to find her something to cover herself. Oh well, she'd survive. And she chose the underwear.

"Can you please remove the handcuffs now, Ma'am?"

"Sorry, but procedure says that you will have to keep them on while in my cruiser and until I hand you over to someone on duty."

"So I'll be led into the police station handcuffed and nearly naked??? Please, isn't there something else you can do? I'll die of humiliation."

The tears in her eyes made the Officer reconsider for a minute, but there just wasn't any choice.

"I'm really sorry, but I don't have anything for you to put on. Even though it's fall, the weather was so nice that I didn't even bring my coat today." The bag lying on the front passenger seat finally catching her attention, "Well, there is one option, but I warn you it's not much better."

"Anything, please, anything has to be better than this."

"Well, my daughter is in college and I just picked up her Halloween costume today. She doesn't need it until her big party next weekend, so I could let you wear that in and just leave it with whoever takes you home. I'll get it back from them on Monday when I come back into work."

"That would be great. Oh, thank you so much. I really appreciate your help."

"Before you go thanking me, you better look at the costume. She's going through a bit of a wild streak right now. I would normally say no, but her grades have been perfect so I agreed to let her wear it. It's pretty skimpy."

"Worse than what I have on now?"

"Well, no but not much better."

The cover on the package said "Sexy Schoolgirl", but Rebecca thought "Slutty Schoolgirl" would be more appropriate. Dressed and back in the car wearing the plaid skirt that barely covered her ass standing up and the semi-transparent white blouse that ended mid-way down her flat stomach, stretched tight across her chest and held closed by only 3 buttons, she rode silently to the station.


Chapter 2 - In Deep (added: 2013/05/26)

The term "standard procedure" had such a negative connotation for Rebecca now as she stood alone in the large holding cell. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her back as she waited in her little slutty school girl outfit for the officer to return with someone else to process her. She had promised it would only take a minute for her to grab someone and then she would be out of the cuffs and giving her statement. That was 10 minutes ago.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the door opening and a group of 5 girls being brought in. Quickly finding herself the center of unwanted attention put her on edge. She wonders again why she was left cuffed when the new arrivals were un-cuffed as they were locked into the holding cell.

"So what do we have here?" One of the girls asks out loud.

They were all dressed like hookers, Rebecca thinks, realizing that she is as well.

"Looks like some naughty little school girl got herself into trouble," another adds.

"She must be a hard case if they left her in cuffs," the first one adds.

Backed against the bars now, Rebecca has no place to go as the two girls close in on her.

"She doesn't look so tough to me." The one says as she reaches out, grabbing one of Rebecca's nipples through the fabric of her thin shirt and bra, pinching hard.

The other girl follows suit, pinching Rebecca's other nipple and pulling a cry from her lips.

"I think she likes it," the first one says as she and her accomplice lift the weighty breasts by the nipple.

"Please stop, that hurts," she pleads, gripping the bars with her cuffed hands.

"We need to make sure you know who the boss around here is first."

"And show us the proper respect. Maybe if you ask us nicely and acknowledge who's boss, we'll consider it" Pinching harder.

"I'm sorry; please Ma'am, that hurts really bad. Would you please not pinch my nipples?"

"And who's in charge?" Now twisting her screaming nipples.

"You are Ma'am. Both of you. Ooowwwww. Please Ma'am, I beg you."

"The little slut's begging us, I like that." They both released her nipples at the same time. "And don't forget that," one of them snarled under her breath.

"Get down on your knees slut. I've had a 'hard' night and you're going to make me feel better."

The one girl stepped behind her and forced her down on her knees with her head back gripping her hair tightly as the other stepped up and slipped her short mini skirt over Rebecca's head pressing her wet pussy tightly against the young executive's mouth.

"Get to work slut. And you better do a good job or else!!!"

The girl behind slipped her free hand inside the little blouse and bra and began to painfully pinch and twist her nipple as the one on top started grinding against her mouth. Left with no other choice, Rebecca started aggressively licking and sucking the pussy pressed to her face. The taste of sweat and salty cum was strong and repulsive, but the pain in her nipple reminded her that she had no choice.

"That's it slut, lick it clean. I just left a 'client' when they grabbed me so make sure you get all that sticky cum out of there. And don't you waste a drop. I want you to swallow every bit."

Almost on cue, a large glob of sticky cum slid out of the girl's wet pussy and into Rebecca's waiting lips. She gagged a bit, but managed to swallow it all as she kept licking the now swollen clit in front of her.

Laughing at her gagging, the girl behind her said "I think she just got a mouth full of that ugly guys spunk. Hope you enjoyed that 'cause I got some more for you when you finish...."

Though repulsed by the ordeal, she couldn't deny the effect that it was having on her own pussy as it seemed to be getting wetter by the moment. Rebecca discovered at an early age, thanks to her friend Cindy, that she had a strongly submissive alter ego to the driven, self-motivated personality that most people saw in her. Apparently the humiliation she was suffering at the hands of these two hookers was only adding to the effect and she found herself building towards her own orgasm.

The pussy on her face spasmed and flooded her with juice as the young girl came hard. "Look at this little slut," she said stepping back, "I think she's getting off on this. Now what do you say when your boss gives you a present?"

"Thank you Ma'am," she whispered as her cheeks grew bright red with further humiliation.

They quickly switched places and she started to work on the new pussy pressed tightly to her mouth. This one also tasted like salty sperm, but had a stronger smell/taste than the first. Fresh from her orgasm, the hooker pinched Rebecca's other nipple and twisted it harder than the first. Combined with an extra hard pull on her hair the effect sent lightning bolts through her body making her moan into the shaved, wet pussy on her face.

The girl bent down and spoke into her ear "You are a slutty little bitch aren't you?!?! I might just have to track you down later for some more of this."

This girl came quickly and stepped off Rebecca's face leaving it slick and wet with her juices.

"Thank you Ma'am," she said automatically then blushed even redder at how quickly she had been trained by the Dominant young hooker.

The girl behind released her abused, hard nipple and slipped a finger inside her thong drawing a gasp from her throat.

"You ARE a hot little slut. Your cunt is soaking wet." And then in a voice you speak to a puppy with she cooed, "Do you want to cum little bitch?"

Rebecca was horrified, but also very close to her own orgasm and whispered "yes Ma'am" looking down at the floor.

Renewing her grip on Rebecca's hair, she twisted her head up and looked into her eyes "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, BITCH..."

"Yes Ma'am."

Laughing, the girl stepped away "That's your problem," leaving the horny, abused executive handcuffed and on her knees.

"OK, ladies, time for processing," the uniformed deputy called out entering the room.

As the deputy ushers Rebecca out along with the other girls, she tries to plead her case. "Please, officer, you don't understand. I'm not with them, I....."

"I see the cuffs were left on you so you must be a troublemaker, shut your mouth right now or I will shut it for you!!" The deputy cut her off with.

It was two hours later before the mix-up was finally corrected. Everything in between had been bad followed by worse.

She was stripped and searched, including having a finger pushed into her vagina and ass. Being labeled the "troublemaker," this happened with her bent over a table and held by 2 other guards. Her poor virgin asshole still felt funny.

Then she was photographed and fingerprinted.

As bad as this was, back in the holding cell things had gotten worse. A young girl in group had been looking at her over the past couple hours. Rebecca thought this girl looked familiar, but just couldn't place her. Finally she came up and spoke to Rebecca.

"You don't recognize me, do you?"

"I'm sorry, do I know you? You look familiar, but I can't place where from."

"Let me give you a hint..... Congratulations on your big promotion today... And how would you like your coffee?"

Like a weight falling on her chest Rebecca realized how she knew this girl. This was the president of her company's daughter,,,,, and her assistant from today. The same one that she was thinking earlier had a bad attitude and needed to be replaced right away.

"I don't think daddy is going to be very happy when he finds out that his new vice president was arrested for prostitution tonight......"

"What do you mean? I wasn't arrested for prostitution! I was robbed and had everything stolen, including my clothes, on the way home tonight."

"Oh really? And that's why you're dressed up in a Slutty School Girl outfit, sitting in a cell and still handcuffed??" The young girl smirked at her.

"I can explain," Rebecca pleaded, but the young girl cut her off.

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses. It's seems to me that you have a big problem. Too bad you're going to be the shortest lived vice president in company history. But I have a duty to tell daddy the truth about you. He's Very conservative you know. By this time tomorrow you'll be unemployed and not be getting a very good recommendation either, I'm guessing."

Regaining a bit of the composure she was known for, she replied "You're sitting in this cell the same as me. And you WERE arrested for prostitution. The officer that brought me here will back up my story. Who's going to back up yours?"

Instead of being intimidated as Rebecca expected, the girl's face flashed with anger as she stepped up close. Even in these stripper heels, she was still shorter than the young girl and with her hands cuffed behind her back at a definite disadvantage.

"Now you listen up, bitch. I do this for fun. Hell, I love sex so I might as well get paid for it. And thanks to a very friendly deputy I know, there won't be any record of my ever being here tonight. At the same time, I'll have copies of all your paperwork. Mug shot. Finger prints. Everything. And since you got labeled as a troublemaker and cuffed all night, everyone will remember YOU. So I think you better turn that attitude down right now."

Confidence blown away, Rebecca was now getting nervous. What the girl said could definitely be true and even if she proved that she wasn't arrested for prostitution, the fallout from this could ruin her career.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm really upset about what happened tonight. What do you say we just forget tonight ever happened?"

"You're funny. Why in the world would I want to do that?"

"Please, I'm begging you. Is it money you want? I can pay you. How much do you want?"

"Money? Haha. Daddy spoils his little girl with everything she wants."

"There must be something you want? Please? This would ruin my career."

"Hmmmm, I have to say that you 'begging' me is kind of fun. But I thought you learned earlier how to address your superiors?"

There was that lightning bolt again. Back in a flash to remind her that she had gotten very close to cuming earlier, but then denied. What was happening to her?? But it wasn't like she had any choice in the matter; a thought that brought new twinges and wetness to her pussy.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Please Ma'am, I'm begging you to forget that you ever saw me here and not tell anyone about it? Please?"

"There's no way I'm going to 'forget' about you being here, but maybe we could work something out to make it better for me to NOT tell anyone else about this."

"Please Ma'am, what do you want? What can I do to convince you to not tell anyone?"

"I think you need to look at it a different way. What WON"T you do to earn my silence? You said your life and career would be ruined. So tell me, is there anything that you wouldn't do?"

Moaning inwardly, Rebecca knew she had no choice. This could definitely ruin her. "Please Ma'am, I'll do anything. Whatever you want."

"Much better. Now on Monday morning you're going to tell daddy what a great assistant I am and that you want me there permanently. Over the weekend I'll email you the Rules that I expect you to follow from now on. And finally, unlike those hookers, I didn't get any before I got picked up, so get your mouth under my skirt and make me cum slut!"

"Ashley!! Please, I can't do that....."

Cut short as the young girl grabbed both of her already sore nipples and squeezing them hard; "One - you will NEVER use my first name. You refer to me as 'Ma'am'. Two - You already agreed that you will do ANYTHING I tell you to. Three - I saw the way you reacted when those 2 hookers dominated you. Inside you're a natural submissive. You almost came from being humiliated and abused by them. I'll bet your cunt is soaking wet right now, isn't it?

"Yes Ma'am."

"Yes Ma'am What??"

"Yes Ma'am, my pussy is...."

"STOP, slaves have Cunts not pussy's. Try again."

"Sorry Ma'am, my ..... cunt is soaking wet, Ma'am."

"Better, now get on your knees and make me cum, slut."

"Yes Ma'am." And so for the third time in a couple hours she found herself licking the pussy of another woman to orgasm while her own poor pussy.... Correction cunt, was soaking wet and horny.

Once she had settled down enough from the great orgasm her boss had just given her, she addressed the young executive who was quietly waiting on her knees. "You need to learn that I will not tolerate ANY disobedience. Addressing me as anything other than Ma'am is not acceptable so over the weekend to will write 100 sentences for me. 'It is not acceptable for a slave to address her owner by her name and in the future I will only call her Ma'am.'"

After making her new slave repeat the sentence back 5 times, Ashley continued. "You will video yourself the whole time you are writing these, saying the words aloud as you go. You will be nude and kneeling the whole time with clover clamps attached to your nipples. When you are finished you will look at the camera and thank me for punishing you and for training you to be a good slave. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

Yes, this had started out as such a great day. Now she sat silently in the cell, still handcuffed, waiting for them to figure out how to get her home.

In the end, it was her friend that drove Rebecca home. Having a key of her own solved the dilemma of getting into the locked house. She wanted nothing more than to go straight home and crawl into bed, but Cindy would have none of that. Along the way, she told the story of her day including all the details that only Cindy could get out of her.

"You're such a slut!!!! See, I told you that you really needed to get laid!"

Blushing furiously, "Cindy, stop it."

"OH, don't you Cindy me, slave......"

The look of surprise and astonishment were written all over the young executive's face, "What?!?!?!"

"QUIET, I heard you telling me how you never quite came. That tells me that your little 'cunt' was all wet and horny from the treatment they were giving you. Just like this morning when I had you strapped in the chair. And we have unfinished business. Don't forget that I still have the key to those slut heels locked on your feel. And stop fidgeting over there! Telling the story and now me putting you in your place has you all cranked up again, doesn't it?"

"NO!! Seriously Cindy..... I've had a terrible day, please....."

"Oh really?? So if I slide my fingers into your cunt right now they won't come out soaking wet?? I tell you what, I'll give it a try and if they come out dry, I'll unlock your heels and let you go to bed, but if they come out all wet and slippery then I give you 50 strokes with a belt for lying to me slave. What do you say? Shall we make that deal?"

Deflated and humiliated Rebecca whispered "no thanks."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, slut?!?!"

"No Ma'am, I'll pass on that bet."

"I thought so, now tell me why exactly. And sit up straight. Like a proper slave. Hands behind your neck." Cindy commanded.

Sitting up straight in the passenger seat, Rebecca slipped her hands behind her neck and pushed out her breasts. She also spread her knees as she knew a good slave should. "I'll pass on accepting your challenge Ma'am, because I know that my... cunt, is soaking wet, just like you said."