This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.

A special thanks to Ted E. Bear for helping me proof read this!



                 "Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire"

                                by Musker

                       Inspired by and dedicated to
                            a very special Muse.


                                (part 3)


"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the kinkiest slave girl of them all?"
Katherine said those words with an air of cheerfulness while adding the final
touches to Beth's at home slave uniform. Katherine had to give Beth a hand in
getting herself ready. The kinky clothes her D/S friends loaned her, to really
shake up Paul's spying eyes, were either far to tight or complex and 
restraining for Beth to do it all herself. So each night, when they came home 
from work, they would both head off to Beth's bedroom for a change of 
clothes, and of character for Beth.

"My goodness slave don't you look every bit the kinky slave tart. We must
take a picture of you like this and send it to my friends who lent us all
these wonderful fetish outfits and bondage gear. I'll write a letter and
include it along with the picture telling them how thankful we are for all
their generosity in our time of need. Of course we will send a picture of
you like this to Paul too, just like the others. Oh, did I tell you? We
received another envelope from Paul today. I think we are really shaking him
up with all these fetish bondage slave pictures we are sending him. Two can
play that picture game of his. Isn't that right pet?"

"mmmphhh."

"Hmmm, that gag looks a bit loose on you B. Here let me tighten it up one
more notch, ok?"

"MMMMMMMPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

"There, that looks much better! Now I can see how tight the leather strap
is as it digs into the sides of your cute rubber clad cheeks. Remember B,
looking the part is only half of it. You have to be the part too. You have
to look like you love being my tightly bound fetish slave, Ok?"

". . . mmmmmmmmmm"

Aww, poor dear. I know B. I know how hard it is for you to wear all this
kinky wear. How tight and restrictive everything is on your body."

"MMMMppphhhhh!"

"Oh yes, and all those mouth filling gags too. But you know how important it
is, and we are making progress. You know that, don't you pet?"

". . . mmm"

"That's my kinky slave girl!"

Katherine put her arms around Beth's encapsulated and restrained body and
gave her one big long hug. Although being bound in rubber and leather, as
Beth was, being given a warm tight hug was the last thing Beth really needed
right now.

"There, that's my brave future corporate executive. What do you say we get
started and give Paul another good look at how his lovely heterosexual bride
to be can be so submissive, so kinky and so deliciously sexy with her very
own dominant Mistress, ME!"

". . . mmm"

"That's a good little slave. Here, let me attach this leash to your slave
collar. Oh, I just love that collar of yours pet. Paul can easily see those
big bright red "SLAVE" letters embossed into it's blackness. I'm just sorry
the collar had to be so wide and stiff. It must be hard for you to keep your
head so stationary and erect like that."

"MMMM!"

"Well, it can't be help I'm afraid. But soon, very soon it will all be over
and the two of us will celebrate our victory in sunny California. But until
then, it's time for our little play to begin . . . my kinky, lesbian bound,
slave girl."

And with that Katherine pulled hard on the leash that forced Beth to follow
her mistress out of her bedroom and into another act of the Plan.

This night was no different then all the other nights that Katherine and Beth
spent playing Mistress and slave. They played every night since the Plan was
radically expanded to include this dark side of human sexuality. The Plan
that now included the elements of D/S and B&D to the already existing
lesbianism of a corporate executive and her pretend bimbo lover. Each long
playful night Katherine would turn the screws on Paul by making Beth appear
less and less the intelligent, complex, heterosexual woman and more like a
simple sex object who's love for women, tight bondage and outlandish
revealing fetish wear knew no bounds. And slowly, it was working.

Katherine took Beth into the great room. A room that was once a refuge for
relaxing and quiet solitude after a long hard day at the office. A room full
of large over stuff furniture to cuddle into while listening to gently
playing music that would relax one's tension ridden soul. But now it
contained other items too. Items of darkness, captivity and exhibitionism that
reflected stress, helplessness and sensuality--of a perverse kind. It was
also the room with the tallest and widest window that faced the many
other tall apartment buildings in front of it, one of which contained Paul.
And this window was never draped close.

Beth was energetically pulled into this room, her black stiletto knee high
boots with their closely tethered ankle chain were mincing as fast as they
could to keep up with Katherine's eagerness to begin. A few times the leash
went VERY taught with Katherine almost pulling poor Beth off her feet in her
zeal to get her slave deep into the back of the make-shift dungeon. It was
the back part of the room where all the "special furniture", as Mistress
Katherine called it, was located. The great room had been redecorated, so
most of the normal comfortable furniture was gathered near the front while
the dungeon archetypes were placed in the back, near that big picture
window.

Once more Katherine jerked the leash, and Beth, to a heavy wooden post that
was fasten securely upright to the floor. She removed the long leather leash
and fastened a short shiny chain to Beth's collar that kept Beth only a
couple inches from the formidable pillar. She took Beth's rubber hooded and
stiffly bound head in her soft feminine hands and said "Now you stay right
here like a good little slave, all nice and comfy, and wait patiently for
your beloved Mistress to return. I need to change into something more
comfortable for our private time together." She then kissed Beth on her
naked nose, and told her to "be good" and walked away.

Beth was left alone, but she didn't feel alone. She felt exactly what she
was, on display. She looked out into the darkness through the crystal clear
window to all those buildings with all their apartments. Only one of which
contained that ass hole Paul. For Paul's benefit she had to humiliate herself
in front of hundreds of other people. People who were no doubt watching her
right now, many with binoculars and telescopes, and maybe even some with
cameras mounted onto them too. She closed her eyes and tried hard to change
her thoughts.

She remembered what Katherine had told her, before they went down this path.
She told her that, yes, she would no doubt be watched by many people other
than Paul, but it was a small price to pay to get rid of him. Besides, her
apartment was too high up and too far away for that many voyeurs to see them
in the first place. Plus, there was the fact that they weren't doing anything 
wrong. Only a couple of women who liked to dress up in fetish wear and play
domination games. One could easily see much worst on cable TV. And no 
one could see them actually having sex either, even though Katherine did a
good job of implying that they did. But Katherine was always cautious to make
sure the naughty bits were never able to be seen, for too long that is.

Never-the-less, the only female nudity that anyone could see was Beth's
naked breasts and sometimes, rarely, her shaved pussy. But Katherine herself
made sure her own naked breasts and genitalia were always covered. So the
very worst anyone could have proof of were a limited few picture of two
women dressed in radical kinky clothes and playing innocent touchy feely
with one another. With one of the women showing off her voluptuous naked
body in a kind of subservient, artsy way, and whose's face was always
distorted with gags, head harnesses and sometimes hoods. That was all.

Again, it was only for a little while and once they were both in California
it wouldn't matter in the least. So Beth had to believe what Katherine told
her. To believe, to do her part, and to get through it the best way she could.
Keep her eyes and thoughts on the end. For in the end, it would all have
been worth it. Beth believe in Katherine, the Plan and their ability to be
victorious. After all, she was Beth Jenson, a viable and free heterosexual
woman. And she was doing this for a better life, and this too will soon be
over.

At this point the physical discomfort of Beth's unique condition was
beginning to gnaw on her awareness, more so than her emotional one. But not
as much as it did during the first week in the execution of the new and
improved Plan. Back then it was all so frightening knew and physically
draining for poor Beth, not to mention how terribly humiliating. Lucky for
her it was all pretend and her dear friend Katherine was running the show
else things could have easily been much worst. And given what Beth had to
endure so far even that was almost enough for her to call it quits!

Many a time Katherine's carefully scripted domination and bondage scenes were
so intense that Beth longed to go back and become Katherine's fetish bimbo
office girl. She even asked Katherine if they could spend a little less time
at home playing Mistress and bondage slave and more as employer and
employee, even with the added D/S element. But Katherine just looked at her
with compassion and told her in a kind gentle voice that it was regrettably
impossible. For it was largely what they did at home that was really shaking
up Paul, the stalker, and not what they did at the office. As the continuous
feedback from him was testimony of.

Katherine was right again. The bondage fetish pictures she sent to Paul, he
sent right back to them. Some had a big red "X" across them, some had been
ripped up into tiny pieces, and others had writing over them like "LIES,
LIES, LIES". The returned pictures did show Paul was having a hard time in
denying them so easily. And that, maybe, he was finally coming to grips with
the truth of Beth's lesbian Mistress/slave relationship with Katherine after
all. Thus, now was not the time to quit, or soften up. Instead, it was a
time to push full steam ahead. And that made Beth longed for her role as
Katherine's office bimbo. But the pictures alone would not get rid of Paul.
She had to play the part of willing slave girl to Katherine's Mistress with
all the eagerness and devotion she could muster.

So, she wore all the tight revealing fetish outfits and their accompanied
restricted bondage that Katherine laid out for her. It wasn't long before
Beth thought of herself as nothing more than a sexy bondage fetish model
for some sexually depraved fashion house. It was like there was no end to
the variety of latex, leather and rubber outfits she was forced to wear in
order to bust Paul's infatuation bubble.

Beth though that some of those kinky clothes might have some redeeming
quality to them somewhere, somehow. She was trying to be optimistic, to see
the silver lining. For surely not all could be dark clouds around her. But
alas, the latex, the leather and most certainly the rubber wear, all lacked
any redeeming quality what-so-ever for Beth to pin her hopes to. For her, it
was simply a matter of acting and enduring. To show Paul how much she 
loved being a fetish bondage doll, and to endure the physical and emotional
strife of living through this hideous fashion hell.

Beth knew what to expect with regards to the latex outfits based on what she
already had to wear at work. The latex ones were all so tight, hot and
restrictive to move in. And their design left noting to the imagination.
They displayed her womanly assets to overflowing with minimum 
coverage and in the most brightest and boldest of colors possible. Many 
times while wearing them, Beth felt like the proverbial wanton bitch in 
heat instead of the romantic seductress of heartfelt passion that she knew
she was. So even with her knowledge as to how bad the latex was, she 
still held out some hope with regards to the other types of garments that
Katherine had in mind for her, especially the leather ones.

At first, Beth thought the leather garments would be much more acceptable
and fashionable than the latex ones. After all, what woman didn't enjoy
wearing a nice leather skirt or a warm comfortable leather coat or even a
stylish feminine leather vest now and then. But it was all a pipe dream for
Beth. For the leather clothes that Katherine had for her were none of the
above. In fact, by all rights, they couldn't be considered as "clothes" to
begin with. More like foreboding items to restrain, control and erotically
exhibit a slave in. And of course Mistress Katherine had Beth experience
all three.

Except for a couple of unique items, all the leather attire was based in some
way on the structure and function of a simple strap. Nothing more than a 
plain black belt that fastened together with a buckle. Some were long, some
were short, some were wide, and some were narrow. Some had metal rings
attached to them for tethers. Some were jumbled together to form intricate
and ominous webs called harnesses. And the worst one of them all was when
the leather strap was turned into a gag.

Beth absolutely hated being gag. And it seemed, with Beth's lot in life,
whatever Beth hated the most she often had to endure the most too. Even to
the point of having to wear a gag as soon as Katherineand her came home from
work, and up to and including when she went to bed. And here too Beth was
muzzled into forced silent slumber.

Beth hated everything about being gagged. She hated having something foreign
and foul tasting shoved deep into her mouth, and then having it firmly strapped
in place. It didn't matter if it was a rubber ball, a leather wad, a hard rubber 
plug or even the dreaded lifelike shaped penis. She hated them all equally. She 
hated how it stretched her jaws wide apart and made them ache so badly. She 
hated how it sometimes forced her to drool around it, down her chin and all 
over her naked breasts. It made her look as if a bunch of horny guys had 
ejaculated their cum all over her.

She hated having her lips and lower face squeezed into itself by one wide
strap that was wrapped around her head and then buckled tightly and locked
behind it. Or the complex set of small narrow straps that formed a head
harness that made her whole head throb in discomfort and distorted all her
warm feminine features into something surreal and loathing. And the part she
hated the most about being gagged was how it made her feel as if she was no
longer a human being.

A human being could at least communicate with speech and facial expressions.
To display emotions, to convey ideas, to ask and answer question, to show 
how unique, intelligent and worthy of their humanity they truly are. Even in her
limited expression as an office bimbo Beth still had the God given right of 
speech and was thus still human, all be it on the bottom rung of that hierarchy
ladder. But with a gag in her mouth, all of this was taken from her, without 
recourse. And with that so was her status as a human being, a person, and a 
sensuous woman. Now she was nothing more than an object, or at best a
grunting salivating animal. Oh how Beth hated being gagged and how she 
longed to go back being the simple lesbian office bimbo of Ms. Katherine Sloan.

But again, she could not show her revulsion. She had to play the part of a
willing receptacle to all manners of things that was put into her sensitive
articulate mouth. And also to whatever was used to bind her and display her
in mind numbing, flesh aching absurdity. For such was the prescripts of
Katherine's Plan. And Beth's bondage torment was just one more cross for her
to bear.

By far, the leather gags were the worst part of it for Beth. But the straps
and harnesses were nothing to look forward too either. Their purpose was
simple. They were to bind, hang or compress Beth with. And many times
all three at once.

Every night, without fail, Katherine had Beth bound in some manner. Either
in total tight immobility or just enough to make her constantly aware, like
Paul, that she was no longer the master of her fate, Mistress Katherine was.

Some nights Beth would be trusted up and put on display like a piece of art
or decoration. One night she would be tightly strapped and severely gagged
to some skeleton like structure that kept her in a fixed posed position like a
statue. Her breasts and shaved pussy exposed in all their naked glory. Then
she was placed in front of the window for Paul and other voyeurs to stare at
while Katherine sat in her comfy chair near by, listening to music or reading
a book.

Another night would have Beth strapped inescapably into in a little ball
with only her lovely head able to move. Her head with the mouth watering
penis gag strapped deeply inside. When Beth was in this condition she was
used by Katherine as a simple piece of furniture. A mere object to rest her
butt or feet on. Katherine would use silent balled up Beth as a chair to work
at her desk or as a foot stool to rest her tired aching feet on while watching
television. All before the unencumbered eyes of peeping tom Paul.

However, the worst nights for Beth was when she was placed on top of the
cocktail table as an erotic center piece of a hog-tied bound art form. She
would be wearing a large ball gag head harness around her pretty head. A
long narrow strap would be threaded through it's top metal ring and out to
where her feet were strapped together at the ankles. Again, this strap was
threaded through another ring located there. Mistress Katherine would then
pull the tongue part of this leather strap through it's roller buckle causing 
Beth's head and high heel shoes to move towards one another. When 
Katherine thought that Beth's strained bow condition was at a critical point
she would fix said strap in place.

While in this position Beth soon found herself in agony. Her arms that were
previously strapped together behind her back with elbows touching, and then
more straps used to fix then to her tight leather corset would immediately
begin to throb. Her legs that were bound together with more straps at her
thighs, knees and ankles were folded back upon themselves. Thus making 
those straps around her legs tighter and more uncomfortable to endure. But the
worst part for Beth was having her head pulled back so extremely. Her neck,
jaws and head felt like one big throbbing mass of pain. Beth was totally
immobile and helpless like this. And except for the occasional moans and
groans of agony and pleading mercy Beth was nothing more than an attractive
piece of stationary surreal modern art.

However, said sounds of suffering did not fall upon completely deaf ears.
Katherine, in her own strange way, tried to alleviate Beth's physical hurt by
touching and massaging her poorly strained muscles and tender flesh. But
Katherine seemed to concentrated more on stimulating Beth's prominently
displayed and sensitive female attributes than on her throbbing aching limbs.

Katherine would cuddle and caress Beth's naked breasts and hard nipples. She
would massage and lightly spank Beth's firm smooth butt cheeks. And on the
surface, what seemed to be an act of self interest when Beth started to drool
uncontrollably around her ball gag, Katherine placed an empty wine glass 
under her chin to collect it. Was she doing it to try and ease Beth's current 
humiliation even a little bit, or was she doing it so Beth's salivating drool
would not spot her expensive marble table top? Either way, it was all in 
keeping with the Plan of how a devoted Mistress can make her slave feel 
loved. In their own unique way. And all for Paul's benefit.

Katherine would keep Beth in this stressful hog-tie for what seemed like
hours. All the while trying to encourage Beth to hang in there just a little
bit longer, for the sake of the Plan, and for her position in California.
Katherine's support for Beth was continuous and unconditional. As was her
erotic massage and her words of glowing praise for Beth loyalty and
dedication. Katherine was there for Beth in all ways possible, even when she
was relaxing quietly in her chair, keeping an intense watchful eye on Beth's
contorted form in front of that immense window while sipping her delightful
cognac. And Beth did her best to comply with everything Katherine required of
her. Again, sometimes wondering, if Katherine might not be getting too
carried away with her desire to win at all costs.


Thankful these nights of extreme immobility were few and far between. Most
of the time Katherine just kept Beth gagged and bound with limited freedom.
Both of Beth's arms and legs were bound, but with enough slack to allow some
movement. Katherine seemed to enjoy watching Beth move around with her legs
tethered by a short chain. Or having Beth act as gopher and bring her a book
or a CD or a drink with her elbows restrained behind her and her hands
shackled in front of her. Watching Beth's awkward distressed form in trying
to accomplish some menial task that any normal person would find easy to do
always brought a smile to Katherine's lips.

Oh yes, the leather bondage experience was an eye opener for Beth. But not
as great as the rubber one was. But now she heard Katherine entering the
room.

Tonight, Katherine was a charming feminine vision in black. She wore a bra
and panty set in black lace. Nothing slutty or tartish, that was Beth's
department. Katherine's was warm, comfortable and sexually discrete. Atop her
shoulders and flowing behind her like a cloud was a sheer black negligee.
And upon her dainty feet a pair of respectable high heeled slippers decorated
with delicate tuff's of black fluff. She was in a pleasant relaxed mood. As
her smiling face attested too when she made eye contact with Beth.

Katherine stopped a moment to pick up her digital camera. She walked over to
Beth making some adjustment to the camera's settings. She stopped a few feet
from her, took aim through the view finder, and euphemistically told Beth to
say "cheese" before snapping the shutter. Katherine took the picture for her
D/S friends, and Paul for tomorrow's mail. She set the camera off to the
side where her computer was and then approached Beth again.

"Well slave, how do I look?" She took a whimsical moment to display herself
before Beth. She was making it a point to show all the voyeurs out there,
including Paul, the overt contrast between a refined dominant and seductive
woman and her fetish bound tits and ass slave girl. All Beth could do was
give a wide eyed stare of amazement and a couple of grunts and moans of
confirmation of Mistress Katherine's stately erotic beauty.

"I was thinking that we would spend a nice quiet evening together pet. Go
over some mail, sip a little wine and just relax looking out at the stars on
this very clear night with the full moon. Doesn't that sound nice pet?"

". . . mmmm"

"Good, let me unhooked you from the hitching post and you can work yourself
over into a kneeling position at the cocktail table over there so we can see
what Paul has sent us today." Katherine unfastened Beth's chain tether from
the post.

"Here let me help you over to the table pet." Katherine then picked up her
outfit matching black riding crop and began to use it on Beth's naked behind.

"MNNPPPHHH!!!"

"Now quiet down B. You know I have to do this. I contacted my private
investigator before I came back and he said that Paul is looking at us right
now. So we have to keep increasing the pace of this facade when opportunity
knocks IF we want to be successful. Time is going by much to fast and we
need to take full advantage of every precious moment we have to sour Paul's
taste for you. So, if I swat your rear end like so . . . "MMMPPHHH!!" . . .
it is because I have to create a image, a mood of superiority and domination
over you. And you B must act like you love doing it for me by letting me use
my crop on you, by standing still and pushing your lovely derriere out even
further for me to play with. Remember B, we must look and act the part to be
successful. You do understand, don't you?"

". . . mmmmmmm"

"Good girl! I know I can count on you, here and now, and in California.
That's right pet, bend at the waist, and stick out that beautiful ass of
yours. Let Paul see how obedient and kinky you are. I have it! Let's give
him a little show on how nice you look in your tarty slave girl outfit. I
can use my crop on you while you parade yourself back and forth in front of
the window. How's that sound slave girl?"

". . . mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

"What was that?"  <smack>  "MMPPPHHHH!!!!"

"That's what I like to hear, enthusiasm. Now show me how you can slink
your sexy self around while still being bound and gagged like you are.
Remember, we're doing it for Paul and California so do you best B."

And so Beth began her forced parade down the fashion cat walk at the
coaching of Katherine's creative sense of entertainment. The sounds of human
flesh meeting leather, the squeakiness of the rubber clothes with their
accompanied leather bondage, and Beth's simpering whining moans of the
proverbial damsel in distress echoing in the background. And all because of
Paul's failure to see what was starring at him right before his eyes. But
tonight he would get a good long look at his pseudo bride to be dressed to
the nines in all her fetish bondage glory, compliments of Beth's pretend
lesbian lover, Mistress Katherin.

Beth was a magnificent vision of red and black. The rubber was all brightly
colored red and the leather was a dark enslaving black. Viewing such a
contrast of passion and oppression on such a petite feminine form was both
disturbing and exciting at the same time. Hopefully, it was enough to
replace Paul's vision of Beth as his pure righteous Madonna with one of a
hungry salacious whore.

The rubber of Beth's modeled outfit was in the form of a long sleeve leotard
with attached gloves for her hands and pods for her feet. It also had a few
major cutouts. Two for each of Beth's breasts and one for her crotch that
extended in back to expose her entire sumptuous rear end. A red, open faced,
rubber hood was also stretched around her effeminate head and partially down
her swam like neck.

The powerful black leather bondage was strategically added for both function
and aesthetics. It started with her black shiny knee high stiletto boots
with their leather ankle cuffs. Cuffs connected with a shiny silver chain
that barely touched the floor when Beth came to attention with both legs
together. Around her waist was a wide leather belt that looked somewhat like
a cinch corset. It acted as a kind of bondage foundation garment for all the
other leather straps that seemed to flow out of, wrap around and then buckle
tightly back upon itself. One of those leather snakes was a crotch strap
that disappeared soon after leaving it's front and center base camp position
and headed directly between poor Beth's pussy lips and butt cheeks only to
raise it's sinful head again to be fasten grievously in back. Another strap
began it's travels upward from center front only to branch into many other
straps that flowed over Beth's shoulders, around her torso and even circled
the base of her breasts forcing them out from her chest into beautiful orbs
of naked salivating virtues. Behind her back Beth's arms were folded onto
one another, the wrist of one touching the elbow of the other. A short
leather tube was wrapped around her rubber doubled-up forearms and a series
of smaller leather straps running down it's length were used to keep her
arms fixed tightly into position. Two final straps completed Beth's ensemble
for tonight. One, a wide collar considered by some to be a posture collar
with the word "SLAVE" embossed boldly in red on it. The other, a leather gag
strap with a rubber plug forced deeply in Beth's wet articulate mouth and
buckled extra tight behind her rubber clad head.

Katherine did her best to dress and display Beth as the wanton kinky bitch in
heat that Paul was no doubt having trouble rejecting her as right now. But
with each butt smacking mincing step Beth took, she knew Paul's Madonna
illusion was crumbling right before his eyes.

"STOP! I think that's enough for one night pet." Katherine's words were like
a pardon to Beth's imprisoned soul. She was so glad that her modeling career
had ended just as fast as it started, and now her burning butt could begin
it's slow cooling off period.

Katherine looked upon Beth with dazzled eyes, no doubt the same way that Paul
was seeing her too. Beth was breathing hard through her nose. She was having
some problem catching her breath with her rubber covered flesh bulging over
the tight leather straps that kept her chest from expanding to it's fullness
like it wanted to, needed to. Then Katherine turned her eyes to Beth's bottom
where she spent the last ten or so minutes using her ridding crop on.

"My goodness B, it looks as though I was a bit too zealous with the use of
my crop upon your beautiful butt. Your derriere is so red and glowing. I
dare say your rear end looks quite like a female baboon in heat now. Here,
come with me to the cocktail table. You can kneel on your haunches and show
Paul how red your butt is while we go over today's mail." Katherine took hold
of Beth's collar ring and dragged her over to the table. She then placed her
hands around Beth's shoulders and guided her into a kneeling position.

As Katherine positioned herself on the other side of the table in a comfy
chair and began going over today's mail Beth began to relax in her fetish
captivity. A warm feeling of pleasure seemed to be flowing through her body.
The pain in her butt was subsiding and becoming more remarkably delightful.
The leather strap that was rubbing over her wet hungry pussy was becoming
more and more gratifying with each passing second. And the rubber, that she
once hated with a passion, was now making her hot sweaty body feel more
sensuous and sexually alive then she ever thought possible. Oh yes, the
rubber was fastly becoming her most liberal piece of clothing now. But it
was never like that, not in the beginning.

In the beginning, Beth really hated wearing the rubber outfits. She hated it
ten times more so than being gagged. But now, with Katherine's help, she had
come to almost desire it. To her own strange unnerving reflection.

Back then whenever Katherine wanted to dress Beth in rubber Beth became
very afraid, anxious, and almost panic stricken. And this was directly
related to how the rubber made her feel once she was wearing it. She told
Katherine on several occasions how she hated that rubber material and asked
her, pleaded with her, if she couldn't wear something else even the sexy
abbreviated latex instead. But it seemed like the more she complained the
more Katherine forced her to wear the damn rubber, totally ignoring her pleas
for mercy. And many times Beth though she was going to loose her mind when
she was dressed in rubber from top to bottom and then bound and gagged into
silent helpless immobility.

What made Beth so panic stricken was how the rubber was ALWAYS so hot, tight
and sweaty around her. The latex and leather were tight too, but they had
more of a limited tight "hold" on her instead of a persistent, all
engulfing, hot, squeezing and suffocating "constriction". The rubber seemed
over powering and relentless. Always reminding her it was there, around her,
compressing her, controlling her and trying to dominate her every second she
wore it, more so than Katherine herself. She couldn't move without feeling
the rubber's constant increasing pull on her delicate flesh. She couldn't
take a full breath without fighting against the rubber's python like
constriction around her chest, not to mention the ever present smell and
sometimes taste of the foul stuff. To Beth the rubber acted as if it was
alive. It never took pity on her. It forever oppressed her, and quickly
became her adversary, her antithesis for living. Then one night it happened.

That night Katherine planned on pushing the B&D envelope to the max. 
She planned on dressing Beth in layer after layer of rubber. Totaling
encapsulating her with only her nostrils and hard erect nipples access to air
and freedom. She even had some straps made from that same damnable stuff
to bind her with. Then after virtually cocooning her in rubber she was going
to display her in front of the window for hours. And Paul was going to be
able to watch the entire dress up and displayed process through the same
window Beth would be displayed in. Thus, it was necessary for Beth to act as
a more than willing participant in this intense unfolding drama of the Plan.
To show Paul how kinky and perverted her sexual cravings had really become.

Beth was drying herself off in the shower when Katherine told her what was
planed for her that night. That is when Beth lost it. Before, Katherine used
only a few rubber items at a time. One night, a pair of opera length rubber
gloves and thigh high rubber stockings. Another night, a long length rubber
corset, or a sleeveless rubber leotard with cut outs for her breasts and
pussy, or just a rubber hood with a large cut out circle that framed her
pretty face. And those items alone were enough to make Beth dread wearing
the rubber ever again. But when Katherine told Beth what was in store for her
that night, she completely broke down.

Beth dropped down to her knees and begged Katherine to please not have her
wear the rubber, not tonight, not ever again. Tears were running down her
cheeks and her voice was strained and frighten. Katherine seeing how terror
stricken Beth was and immediately knelt down next to her and hugged her. She
let Beth talk it out, all the reasons why she hated it so. She let Beth cry
it out too while she held her in her caring arms, stroking Beth's hair, and
rocking them both gently. All the while she continued to tell Beth how
everything was going to be all right. There was nothing to fear. She soothed
and consoled Beth until she quieted down.

When Beth regained her composure she and Katherine sat together on the
bathroom floor. Katherine with one arm around Beth and the other drying her
tears. Then the two had a long heartfelt talk like two girlfriends who's
souls had been bonded eternally to one another.

When it was all over Katherine was able to appease all of Beth's emotional
objections to wearing the rubber. Like many things in life, Beth's 
antagonism to wearing rubber was based on her limited interpretation from
a narrow perspective. Once Katherine broadened Beth's vision and gave her
another, personal, view point Beth seemed to be a little more willing to try
and accept what needed to be done.

Katherine had told Beth of her own revulsion to wearing rubber many years ago
when she was young and experimenting with her boyfriend. Hearing this made
Beth change her focus from her own frightful plight to Katherine's, her
dearest friend who seemed to share her own same aversion, but somehow over
came it. She told Beth how, like her, she quickly came to hate wearing the
rubber. All for the same reasons she did. But her boyfriend absolutely went
ape over her wearing it and she really loved him and wanted to make him
happy. So, she did a little research, some quiet self-reflection and then
came to an unbelievable break through about it all, and about herself.

Back then she was a head strong and dominate young woman, a hundred times
more so than today. She had a major desire to succeed, her way, in all
facets of her life. Wearing the rubber seem to attack the very core of this
continuos dominate state of being in her life. Then she remembered a bit of
wisdom a good friend and mentor had once told her early in her career. At
first she though it pertained only to the business world, but then she saw
how broad and sweeping his message really was. He said "the difference
between winners and losers is that winners want to win anyway they can, and
losers want to win their way."

It was all a question of perspective and bending with the wind without
breaking. Katherine told Beth how her new revelation had changed her. In
the way she viewed life and the way she responded to wearing the rubber
clothes. Instead of seeing the rubber as her enemy, to her womanhood, to
her expression as a unique and capable human being, she began to see it 
as an ally, a friend, who's ever present constriction was analogous to the 
tender warm hug of a dear sweet lover. A complete body embrace, rich 
with passion, love and security. She accepted it on it's terms, submitted to 
it, flowed into it, let her body be engulfed by it, stimulated by it, and yes, 
she even masturbated with it. A whole new world opened up for her that 
day. And it all started with, of all things, those damn rubber clothes.

Beth remembered how mesmerized she was listening to Katherine's story. 
Not with just the story, or hearing how her mentor and dear friend obtained
sexual relief in what some might call a depraved kind of way, but the way
she told her tale. With such feeling, intimacy and without guilt. Beth was
awe struck. Never had Katherine shared such a tender and personal account
of her life with her like this. Not only was Beth touched by her story and how
it related directly to her, but how much Katherine trusted her in revealing
so much of her private side to her that Beth was willing to put forth the
effort to try again. To emulate her mentor and dear close friend, to wear
the rubber and look upon it from a completely different perspective.

Beth also remembered how Katherine left her. A final long hug, a gentle sweet
kiss on the lips and an order to get herself ready with talcum powder while
she prepared herself too. A short while later Beth entered the great room to
find Katherine waiting for her. She was dressed in rubber. A black sleeveless
mini dress that looked two sizes too small. Her breasts and femininity
compressed firmly into herself with her hard erect nipples showing only as
little flat buttons. At the same time the rubber accented her waist and
hips into full womanly curves. She dressed herself in rubber as a gesture of
support and sisterhood. Once again Katherine showed how much she really
thought of Beth, not just in words but in deeds too. With such a woman like
Katherine on her side how could Beth fail. So she approached her with a
broad smile on her lips and a single tear running down her cheek. Tonight 
Beth would blindly follow wherever Katherine lead.

Beth remembered that night very clearly. Katherine gave Beth the same red
rubber leotard she was wearing now only back then she told Beth to examine
it first. To play with it and rub it all over herself. Katherine wanted Beth
to see it as a thing of beauty that would make her lovely feminine form even
more beautiful when she decided to put it on. She wanted her to feel it upon
her skin as a cool smooth garment of exciting sensation. A sensation that
would increase ten fold when it covered her own soft sensual skin. And to
drink long and deep it's unique and powerful fragrance, a scent that would
soon engulf her soul as it would soon do with her body.

It wasn't long before Beth was eagerly pulling on said rubber garb without
any coaxing from Katherine. And as soon as Katherine zipped Beth into it,
Beth began what one could only describe as an erotic melding of two kindred
spirits, one alive, the other just a piece of rubber. The way she stretched,
twisted and caressed herself while in the rubber suit was an astounding
sight to behold. Her rubber clad hands sought out and slowly cuddle her
naked yearning breasts. Her full rounded derriere was rubbed, grasped and
playfully spanked by her own hands. And her hairless wet pussy was nuzzled
with a salivating rubber craving. Beth seemed to be oblivious to all around
her, to Katherine, to Paul and the many other voyeurs staring at her, at her
passionate rediscovery of her rubber skinned self.

When Katherine walked up to Beth carrying more items of black rubber she
smiled at her with a kind of wonderful dreamy look. For a short while their
roles were reversed, Katherine became Beth's servant, her dressing maid as
she held out each garment for her to slip into. The first was a pair of just
over the knee hose that snapped and crackled as they were put on. The next
was a pair of elbow length gloves that Beth took some time to work her
already rubber clad fingers into. A third was a G-string with small little
nubs that fell directly over Beth's hungry wet pussy. This item was easy for
Beth to get into and one she immediately played with until Katherine held
open a full size panty for her next piece of attire. This panty covered most
of her rear end and seemed to push the rubber nubs of the G-string further
into her sensitive love nest. One last crotch covering was presented to Beth
in the form of a thigh length pair of rubber tights. Once she wiggled
herself into this her entire crotch seem aroused, hot and sweaty, but almost
totally numb to any outside digital stimulation she could muster.

While Beth tried to alleviate the sexy itch between her legs Katherin
retrieved two more garments in black. The first was a full cup rubber
brasserie, and, like the G-string, it too had a series hard rubber nubs
extending out from inside it. Once Beth was fitted into it she found her
hard erect nipples sticking noticeably out from the center small opening in
each breast cup. And when she massaged her rubber clad tits she could feel
the hard nubs poking around and into her soft supple flesh with a pleasant,
tingling effect.

The other garment was the once dreaded long line very thick and heavily
boned rubber corset. It's length went from the top of her hot rounded thighs
to just under her proud delicious breasts. Beth's eyes seem to glow with
eager anticipation as she watched as Katherine wrapped it around her torso
and then fasten it's front busk clasps. Beth could barely feel the dangling
rubber garter straps that randomly bounced against her multi-layered thighs.
While Katherine pulled on the back laces Beth closed her eyes and focused
her awareness on having her torso constricted by the loving embrace of her
recently discovered rubber friend, just like Katherine said.

All through the tight lacing Beth's hands were busy stroking and fondling
her new rubber skin. Little, soft, closed mouth moans echoed her self-
absorbed sweet torment. When the corset was laced closed Katherine 
would stretch it's garter straps to clip them onto the tops of Beth's rubber
hose. Each one she would let snap back on Beth's thighs to which Beth 
squinted her eyes and let out a open mouth grunt that seemed to reflected
a moment of stinging pleasure.

Beth had her eyes closed in a kind of delicious engaging hypnotic trace when
Kathrine took Beth's hands away from fondling herself and pulled them back
behind her. She used one of those rubber straps to wrap and then tie Beth's
wrists together behind her back. She quickly took a second extremely long
rubber strap and used a short end of it to bind Beth's ankles together. Then
she began wrapping the strap around Beth's swaying rubber encased body
like a child with a streamer around the maypole. Only Katherine was more
conscientious as to where the rubber band went on Beth's body, and making
certain the rubber was stretch taught first before it was wrapped tightly
around her. The binding strap was long enough to go from ankles to above
Beth's breasts and back down again to her ankles where it was finally tied off.

Beth was in a state of total rubber immersion. Her eyes were shut, her
mouth opened with a little pout, and her breathing soft and shallow as she
remained in a standing position of sublime euphoria. Katherinestepped up
behind Beth and said one word, "open". And like Allibaba who said "open
sesame" Beth's mouth began to open wide. Katherine began pushing a 
rubber plug deep into her mouth. All the while Beth remained in her state
of eternal bliss with only a faint moan or groan that accompanied a push 
or a shove of the rubber probe with a breathing hole down it's center. 
When Katherine was satisfied with the depth of the probe's insertion into 
her willing slave's succulent mouth she wrapped the attached thick rubber 
hood around Beth's head, making sure the breathing tubes were well placed
up inside Beth's nostrils. She then pulled and tugged the rubber edges 
together in back while she zipped the hood close from top to bottom at
the base of her neck. Given that the rubber hood was so thick and tight,
a generic feminine face was molded into the front of it. This way no part
of Beth's face was compressed into itself more than any other. Her entire
face was forced firmly in contact with the hot sweaty rubber as her lungs
began to fill with it's rubber intoxicating aroma.

The only item used on Beth that was not made of rubber was the same SLAVE
embossed leather collar that she now wore. And it too was padlocked
closed as it was now.

Katherine took her rubber cocooned slave and placed her cautiously lying down
on top of the cocktail table. She placed two more rubber straps around Beth
legs and waist binding her to the table for safety. She walked around to the
side furthest away from the window and began touching and stroking her mummy
of rubber. She could see weak undulating muscle movements in the rubber, a
small wave-like quiver traveling up and down Beth's entombed body. And she
could hear a faint whistle like sound coming from her breathing tubes in her
nose and mouth. Katherine noted how tranquil and completely relaxed Beth 
was, a noted difference from her panicky state a hour or so ago. But Katherine
decided to liven things up a bit, for Paul, and Beth.

A few minutes later Katherine took a heavy duty vibrator and threaded it
under the rubber straps and securely placed it into Beth's multi-layered
rubber covered pussy. A wire lead from it to a little box she had set on the
arm of her comfy chair. Katherine then took two small egg shaped plastic
clamps and placed them completely over each of Beth's exposed plump nipples
until they were touching the exposed areolas too. A muffled audible groan
was heard from Katherine's rubber doll when both of these devices were fully
clamped around each nipple. These devices also had some wires leading from
them to Katherine's little black box too.

Katherine relaxed into her comfy chair. The black box with the assorted
switches and knobs planted firmly on her lap. She began to stare out through
the window and into one area of a building directly across from hers'. Her
lips formed a very sinful and corrupt smile as she mouthed a few silent
words. Then, as she continued to stare away from Beth, she flicked on a
switch and twisted some knobs on the box. A low hum was heard. A hum that
grew in intensity as did the wave of Beth's rippling muscles, as did her moans
and groans of a deep seated pleasure, and as did the strength in the sound of
her whistle blowing breath through the rubber tubes.

The vibrations at her crotch were resonating through the layers of rubber
until they were focused directly into Beth's oozing pussy by the hard nubs
that covered her there. One particular nub just happened to be in direct
contact with her receptive love button.

Her nipple clamps were really vibrating eggs. Their pulsating rhythms were
carried deep into Beth's supple quivering flesh. Her rubber nubbed bra 
adding measurably to her expanding pleasure spiral.

Oh yes, Beth remembered that night well, when the universe opened up before
her, all the while hermetically sealed in her multi-layered rubber cocoon.
Strange how the tight rubber seemed to numb her flesh into a helpless security,
while her mind soared in a kind of sublime waking dream. Only to have the
very core of her being ushered quickly into the bizarre realm of intense
vibrating sexuality. A surreal reality where she was powerless to fight or to
even have control over herself. But one she could submit herself to, to flow
into, until Mistress Katherine decided when to give her the best organism 
she ever had.

It was a night to remember and if her memories became tattered, she could
always watch the video Katherine made from start to finish of that wonderfully
kinky night. Or look upon the many pictures that chronicled her passage into
becoming nothing more than a rubber vibrator herself. The same pictures and
video that Paul was sent in the mail.

"Oh here it is pet!" Katherine's excited discovery brought Beth back to the
present. The present with Katherine dressed in her sexually sedate manner
sitting on the edge of her comfy chair now opening the brown envelope that
Paul had sent to them. Beth was dressed in rubber, bound in leather and
gagged kneeling close to Katherine like a faithful pet watching her owner
perform tasks that were dedicated to a more superior species.

"My goodness, Paul sure didn't like what we sent him last time. It looks
like he ripped up several pictures, and marked upped the rest. I have an
idea! Why don't you try and put the torn up pieces back together again,
like a puzzle, while I go and prepare the next set of pictures to send to
him."

"MMPPHH?"

"I know pet, your all tied up and can't use your hands. But you can still
try. Use your nose B. I'll come back in awhile to see how you're doing."
Katherine patted Beth on her head and headed off to her desk where 
the camera and computer equipment were.

Beth made a shallow sigh, her stringent outfit and bondage would allow
nothing deeper. She tried to work the torn pieces with her nose, but it was
just too difficult for her. So she sat back on her haunches and waited for
Katherine to return. In the mean time, she began to look at the other
pictures on the table.

She tried to shake her head in disbelief in what she saw, but her posture
collar prevented it. How could that person in those pictures be her? She
looked upon them one by one. There was the one of her on display again.
Her legs were strapped together at the ankles, knees and thighs. She was
standing in the center of a large wooden square frame. Leather cuffs were
fastened around each of her wrists, and then pulled to the top opposing 
corners of the frame.  Her bound position made her look like the letter 
"Y". Another ball gag, head harness was used on her and its top ring was
pulled upwards to a clip on the top wooden beam. Her head was pulled 
up high and erect. A wide leather belt was harshly cinched around her 
waist. Once again, a narrow crotch strap was threaded deep and tight 
between her pussy lips and butt cheeks. She remembered how it felt, like
she was being cut in two by that damn leather band. A memory she did
not dwell on, and so moved to another picture.

The next one was worst. She wore the same belt and crotch strap, but now
the picture represented what Katherine called her method of discipline. It
was to show Paul how Mistress Katherine punished her slave when she 
became unruly and in need of discipline, which Beth never did.

It showed her bent over at the waist with her head and wrists in a wooden
stock. The same stock that was used back in the time of the pilgrims to
publicly chastise and humiliate sinful town's folk. In her mouth was a bit
gag. A hard rubber rod forced deep between her wide stretched teeth and
fastened behind her head by a leather strap. Then on her legs, Katherine
put a leather sheath, a cross between an ankle length skirt and a corset. 
It was so thick and heavily boned that once it was laced up she felt like 
her legs were fused together and totally unable to bend at the knees. It 
also had a large hole where her fleshy feminine butt cheeks were forced
out and into obscene bloated orbs.

Positioned like this Mistress Katherine used an assortment of paddles, crops
and floggers on her helpless innocent derriere. The combination of the
stocks and hobble skirt made it almost impossible for Beth to move away from
getting her ass thrashed. The picture showed her after the chastisement with
a very red butt. It also showed her with a pair of biting nipple clamps and
the associated heavy weights hanging down from them. Katherine added them
early in the session to both add to Beth's misery and to keep her from hopping
around so much during her corporal punishment.

"Let's see how you're doing pet?" Beth's stiff body jerked at being surprised
by Katherine's returning presence.

"Oh goodness sakes B, you haven't done a single thing yet! Obviously you
need a little incentive."

Beth's eyes went full when she heard that remark. She knew she was in
trouble now. But before she could grunt out a plead for mercy Katherine 
was already fastening a pair of chain linked clamps onto Beth's poor nipples.
She even added a large padlock around the chain that grievously pulled 
down on her distressed teats.

"MMPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"Be quiet pet! Now, you have a choice. You can either put those torn pieces
back together again, after which, I will remove your nipple torment. OR, you
can continue your passive posture and I will add two or three more padlocks
to the chain. Then you can stay like that for the rest of the night. It's your
choice pet. I'll be back in twenty minutes to see what you have decided."

Beth squeezed her eyes shut from the pain radiating into her breasts from
her pulled down nipples. She opened her eyes and a tear began to roll down
her rubber clad cheek. Once again, she was forced to make a choice of the 
lesser of two evils. She began to lean forward and try to piece the puzzle 
back together. The weight shifted out in front of her, swinging in the process. 
Then it banged into the table and jostled around a bit. She immediately 
bent back up. The dynamic movement of the weight added tremendously
to the static pain she was already feeling in her tormented breasts and 
nipples. She pondered a moment. Which was worst, to suffer the random
spiking pain as she puts the puzzle back together again or remain still 
and bear the present throb only to have it increased ten fold when 
Katherine returned, AND for the rest of the night. Neither choice was
desirable, let alone bearable.

She decided to get it over with, now. So she tried her best to put the
puzzle back together with her nose while causing the least amount of self
inflicted pain as possible to her tortured nipples. Once again, she saw
Paul as the one responsible for making her life a living hell.

It wasn't long before Beth was almost done. What looked like a few pictures
turned out to be just one. One that was a series of smaller ones all put
together on one paper. It was a sequence of pictures of the night when
Katherine shaved her pussy. The first one was of her on her back atop the
same table she was assembling the picture puzzle on. Her hands and ankles
where tied down to the base of the table legs. And she was nude except for
her high heels, a leather blindfold and a simple ball gag. Between her and
the table was a thick drop cloth that Katherine had used to protect the 
expensive marble table top.

The next couple of pictures were a close-up of her hairy naked pussy with
her legs spread wide apart. One with Katherine pulling on her pubic hair.
Another of her pulling on the hair around her pussy lips, stretching them
and separating them. From this photo she could see how wet she was inside.
Making anyone who viewed this photo believe that she was becoming sexually
aroused by being played around with like this. Which was exactly the opposite
at the time.

The pictures that followed showed how Katherine used an old fashioned shaving
cream brush to coat her entire pussy and pubic area in a frothy white lather.
She readily remembered how good it felt being touched like this. The soothing,
warm, creamy foam seem to caress and swirl into her hairy flesh. The manner
in which the soft bristles circled around and around her hooded love nest, like
a gentle erotic massage, that almost made her forget where she was. She envied
her time then. When she was able to forget, even for a little while, her bound
displayed torment, like now.

Then a few more pictures of Katherine removing her intimate privacy with a
double blade safety razor. At the time, she was so scared that Katherin
might accidentally cut or nick her, that her whole body was frozen solid with
fear. The warm excited feeling she felt, a few moments before, was completely
washed away from the first moment she felt the cold razor touch her 
vulnerably warm skin.

Two final pictures remained to the sequence. One was a close-up of her
cleanly shaven pussy, in all its naked glory. The other was a full length picture
of her prostrated, bound, and gagged self, with her new, younger, and innocent
looking little girl pussy taking center stage.

About the time that she finished the puzzle, Katherine returned.

"Ahh, now I see why I thought that there was more than one picture in there. A
job well done pet. You deserve your reward. Would you like me to remove those
weighted nipple clamps for you now slave?"

"MMMMMM!"

"Ok B. Get ready."

Beth knew what Katherine meant by "get ready" from the first time she had
experienced having them removed from her punishment session with the
wooden stock and hobble skirt. She thought it would feel a whole lot better
when they were removed, but again she was wrong. Another wave of pain 
almost on the same level as when they were first put on her rushed through
her breasts and nipples. She moaned and groaned in startled surprise and 
agony that first time. Katherine had to finger her nipples and massage her
breasts in an attempt to quickly rub the pain away.

Beth squinted her eyes and groaned in fervor as a flash of sever pain coursed
through her feminine chest now. And just like all the other times, Katherine
did her best to rub the pain away.

"There you go pet. All better now." Katherine left Beth to take her place
back in the comfy chair.

"Well B, what do say about sending these pictures to Paul?" Katherine placed
three in front of her.

They were all the same size, as always, eight and a half by eleven, and all
in full brilliant color. One was a picture of her as she was tonight, chained
to the wooden pillar. The second was of her while she was putting the 
picture puzzle back together, weighted nipple clamps and all. The third was
the one Katherine always sent to Paul. It showed Katherine leaning back in
the comfy chair. One leg spread off to the side and the other pulled wide 
and draped over the chair's arm rest. Kneeling before her with arms bound
behind her was Beth. Her head buried in Katherine's crotch while one of 
Katherine's hands was behind Beth's head holding it firmly in place. 
Katherine's face beamed an engaging exultation as if she were in the 
thrones of erotic ecstasy.

The picture was self-evident. Beth, the pretend lesbian, bimbo, slave girl,
was giving her Mistress Katherine oral sex. At least that's what the picture
looked like. But in reality Beth's forehead was resting on the panty covered
pubic hair of Katherine. It was a simulated sex scene designed to make Paul
believe that his very moral, heterosexual wife to be, the mother of his future
children, was in reality a lesbian, with a great desire to eat pussy.

Beth remembered Katherine telling her what she wanted to do, and how she
wanted to do it an hour or so before they actually did it. She wanted to
prepare Beth and not shock her, but she also wanted it to look spontaneous
too. Thus Beth was not given all the details. Beth was still shocked to hear
what Katherine had planed and almost quit right then. What changed her mind
was Katherine's once again enlightened and compassionate seduction. Besides,
it wasn't going to be real, more like a slight of hand or trick photography,
like Katherine had briefly explained it to her. What's more, Beth did have to
admit, it would be the cherry on the cake in making Paul believe that she
wasn't what he thought she was.

So, she followed Katherine's lead without knowing the details, promising to
do her best to make it as believable as possible. When it did happen, Beth
took on the aura of a disembodied bondage fetish doll being pulled here,
positioned on her knees there, and letting her head be forced deep into
Katherine's hungry crotch. Completely without even the slightest resistance
as if she had done it a thousand times before. The only bad part was, 
whenever Beth looked at that photo, for some reason, she could still smell
the heavy odor of sex emanating from Katherine's covered pussy. The same
pungent smell she was made to inhale for what seemed like hours while her
head was rubbed against Katherine's drooling pussy.

Beth watched while Katherine gathered up the pictures and placed them in
the brown envelope. She could see the name written on the outside of it in
big letters "Paul, the doubting Thomas".

"There we go pet, all finished." Katherine stroked and patted Beth's rubber
covered head and then stood up. She told Beth to "STAY" with the associated,
in her face, flat hand gesture to reinforced the command before taking the
envelope to another part of the room. Being seen, controlled and finally
responding like a household pet no longer evoked a gut-wrenching wave of
shame and guilt like it did in the beginning for Beth. For she had either
successfully repressed those natural human responses, to a damaged self-
esteem or rationalized them into silent acceptance as part of her actress's
role in Katherine's Plan. Whatever the reason, it made her appearance as a
well trained domesticated animal all the more believable to the casual
observer, and hopefully Paul was at least one of those observers.

Beth heard soft mellow music playing in the background. She watched as
Katherine poured herself a glass of red wine and casually walked to the
window. She was continuously looking out into the star lit night, And
without making eye contact with Beth she said "Pet, come." And then
gently taped her hand to the side of her leg.

If Katherine had said "B, come", then Beth would have slowly and cautiously
elevated herself upright and minced over to where Katherine stood. But she
said the word "pet", which meant for her to crawl over to her Mistress on her
knees.

Beth did her best to hurry on over, but having her ankles shackled and some
"special furniture" in her path caused her to take the scenic route. When she
did get to her place next to Katherine, a bit out of breath, she nuzzled the
side of Katherine's leg with her face.

Again, without looking, Katherine's hand dropped to her side and cupped Beth
chin, her thumb lightly stroking the top of Beth's puffed out, naked cheek.

"Isn't it a beautiful night pet?"

". . . mmm"

"The sky is so clear and lit up so bright. I wonder if we will have such
wonderful nights like this in California. What do you think pet?"

". . . mmm  mpphhh  mggff"

"Me too Beth. Me too."

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Part 4 coming soon, in three days, Thursday night.

      Beth gets picked up on a street corner, by the police!