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 12)

 

Beth sighed, a little one, for the straps that bound her tightly to the pole 
would tolerate no more. The end was near. Her humiliating performance
as kinky serving wench was over with. All that remained of this waking
nightmare was the bonding ceremony, and soon that too would be over.
Then, fate would smile upon her, Paul would be out of her life, for good,
and she would have that executive position on the west coast like she had 
dreamed of. Her old life, her true identity, would once more be hers.
Freedom, one never knows how precious something is, until they loose it.

Her mind drifted back to the party. Right after her embarrassing spectacle
with that bitch Christine, Katherine walked up to her and said, "It is time B."

Beth was to leave the party and go to the next room to be prepared by Tonya
for the final act. She was glad her duties as serving wench was at an end,
but she did not relish what was to happen next. Katherine told her that it
would be necessary and Beth believed her. She also reasoned that in the
final analysis, it was a small price to pay for such a grand future that awaited
her. So, she agreed to the bonding ceremony, even though it made her
stomach turn in disgust just thinking about it. Maybe it was a good idea
for her to be bound and gagged to the pole after all, considering what was
to be done to her.

When she entered the room Tonya greeted her with the usual hug and long
sensuous kiss. By now it was totally acceptable for her to freely accept
and give a French kiss to another woman, without distaste.

After the intimate contact Tonya told her to completely undress. She felt
relieved to finally shed her bizarre and distressing uniform. The 
embarrassment she would soon feel from being seen completely naked
before all of the guests, was a small compensation in order to alleviate the
constant ache from her tight corset and leg cramping shoes. And if that meant
that she was to appear nude before the guests, then so be it. Besides, the
serving wench uniform left nothing to the imagination anyway.

So Beth removed her latex costume including the doily maid's cap from her
bald head and neatly placed them off to the side. Oh her body felt so good
not being compressed at the waist like some insect or having to walk 
virtually on her toes to move about. But her happiness was short lived, for
she knew what soon awaited her.

Tonya told her to stand with her back up against the wooden pole. She then
gently pulled Beth's arms behind the post and fastened them together at
wrists and elbows with a couple of leather straps, making the latter almost
touch. This position made Beth a bit anxious. For it not only pulled her
shoulders uncomfortably back and forced her spine hard against the post,
but it also caused her to thrust her beautiful, full breasts out in front of her
like twin torpedoes. Once more she was forced to flaunt her female sexuality
like a common street slut.

Next, Tonya told her to spread her legs wide. Two leather cuffs mounted on
a horizontal cross member were fastened to just above Beth's ankles, keeping
her legs stretched far apart. Then Tonya used a series of straps to encircle
Beth's torso and the post. Each one was pulled extra tight through their
corresponding roller buckles and fastened securely behind the pole. The
effect was to hold Beth's body firmly to the post without allowing her the
ability of even the slightest twitch. Her smooth, supple, feminine flesh 
seemed to bulge seductively over the edges of the black leather straps. 
One particular area of erotic attraction was her prominent breasts being 
made more conspicuous with the black leather that ran above and below
them so dramatically.

A final wide strap was threaded in an ominous way around Beth's lower
torso. The buckle end was placed behind the post in a kind of fixed point
of reference, about the level of her buttocks. The other end snaked around
the outside of her right hip and over her thigh. It coiled around her leg, 
between it and the post, and then back behind the post. It continued it's 
slithering path around the post and out the other side between the post 
and her other inner thigh. Then it circled around her left upper leg and 
back behind the post again. There it was finally threaded through the 
roller buckle from which it started and fasten there.

Tonya played with this one strap for quite awhile making sure it was at the
proper level and evenly tightened through out it's entire figure eight like
travel. The whole idea of this one strap was two fold. First, it caused Beth's
butt, hips and upper legs to be solidly bound to the pole, allowing absolutely
no movement of her bulging voluptuous flesh. The second part was to help
keep her tender inner thighs pulled back and away from her shaven pussy.
Tonya wanted Beth's tits and pussy to be seen in startling clarity by all the
party guests.

When the spider woman finished cocooning Beth to the pole she couldn't help
but play with her captured prey, like a demon cat with it's defenseless mouse.
Beth was totally helpless to do anything. Oh her mouth was free to voice an
opposing opinion or two, but she was afraid to. She did not wish to anger
Tonya in anyway. Not the woman who was to perform the bonding ritual
itself on her. A ritual that Tonya could make even more painful than it
obviously will be. So Beth let Tonya have her way with her, like it or not.

Beth continued to keep her eyes looking down. In part, because it didn't
feel right to look into Tonya's face anymore, but mostly because she dared
not look into Tonya's eyes. For she knew her current damsel in distress
situation made Tonya incredibly aroused, and she had once before tasted
Tonya's seductive powers under similar conditions and almost made the
worst mistake in her life. Fate saved her that time and she would not temp
fate again.

Tonya was like a kid in a candy store. You could see it in her eyes. The
heightened excited state, the eagerness to try every delicious treat that was
laid prostrated before her, and the faint look of indecision as to which
luscious delicacy to try first.

She loved to play with the fullness of Beth's projecting breasts. Her light
skinned palms rubbing all over Beth's well endowed plumpness. Then grasping
and squeezing them tightly as her dark delicate fingers buried themselves
into Beth's soft, creamy, flesh. Tonya's own famished erotic desires caused
Beth to open her mouth and softly coo with delight too.

Tonya was an artist in manipulating a woman's breasts. She used her finger
tips to lightly touch and soothingly circle the darken areolas of her bound 
quarry. Beth felt a sensuous tickle that seemed so spine tingling pleasing 
to her trembling soul.

With such loving attention Tonya never saw a nipple that did not respond
in kind, and Beth's were no exception. They blossomed into blood engorged 
sensitive hard knobs beckoning to be toiled with by Tonya's expert hand, but
this time Tonya used her full luscious lips and whip like tongue on them which
only increased Beth's physical enjoyment a hundred fold. While her moral
inner self was crying and pleading for Tonya to stop.

A single tear ran down Beth's cheek when Tonya turned her well learned
powers of eroticism to her pussy. The tear was formed from a combination of
demeaning shame and a ravenous need to cum. Beth felt so helpless, so horny
and so confused in response to what Tonya was doing to her.  Tonya knew
exactly how to spark the delicious animal cravings between the legs of
another woman, especially when that woman didn't want to. And in Beth's
case, her desire not to was only a token gesture at this point.

Beth closed her eyes tightly as a long soft moan of lingering pleasure
followed Tonya's intimate massage. The way Tonya's fingers expertly cuddled
Beth's pussy was making her purr like a petted house cat on the lap of her
affectionate Mistress.

When Tonya slipped her finger into Beth's wet pussy Beth let out a surprised
gasp of joy. She could not help herself. Her body wanted it, needed it, craved
for it. Each time Tonya's finger thrust deeper into Beth's dripping pussy she 
let out a pleading groan for more. And when Tonya began rubbing her thumb
in small circles around Beth's hooded nub her mouth gaped open in silence 
as the simple act of breathing was temporary put on hold.

Faster and faster Tonya's fingers worked their magic as Beth began her
orgasmic ride to ecstasy. Tonya did not let up this time. She pushed it,
pushed Beth, more and more. Her other hand grasping and squeezing 
Beth's breast like a wild woman. Her mouth, lips, and tongue devouring
Beth's other breast like a dog with a fresh soup bone.

Beth tried to catch her breath, but the straps would not let her. Her body
strained for release, but her bonds held her fast. She tried to tell Tonya
to stop, but her body's cravings overrode her mind's censorship. Beth was
lost. She was helpless to the will of Tonya and the insatiable cravings of
the flesh. All she could do was to ride the wave to glory. And in a single
moment of eternal bliss, Beth had her orgasm.

When Tonya felt Beth's climax, she slowly stopped her erotic assault and
then stepped back. Such effort took a lot out of Tonya, especially since she
enjoyed it so much herself. She took a few seconds to catch her own breath
and just stare. She looked upon Beth like a vampire after having her first
blood feeding frenzy, and at that moment, she envied Katherine's good luck.

She stepped back up to her captive and began coating her prey's panting
lips with the wetness from Beth's own recently orgasmic pussy.

Beth was trying to recover. She never had such an intense orgasm like that
before, and was a bit slow in regaining her energy and awareness back. She
felt something moist on her lips and began using her tongue to lap it up.
She could sense a vague aroma and taste that seemed very pleasing to her.
She felt something gently being pushed into her mouth and this too had that
same appealing flavor. She accepted it and eagerly sucked and licked every
bit of it that was presented to her. It wasn't until she cleaned all of Tonya's
fingers of her own cum juice that she realized what she had just done, but
somehow, it didn't bother her like she thought it should.

Tonya took Beth's face in her hands and looked smilingly upon her. Beth
kept her eyes closed as she relaxed into Tonya's gentle caress. Tonya's
fetish for bald headed women excited her so much that she couldn't keep her
hands off of her. Beth was feeling too good and just didn't care what Tonya
did to her anymore. She was still riding the high she had experienced from her
most wonderful orgasm ever.

Tonya gave Beth one last intimate kiss. She too liked the taste of Beth's
sweet nectar that lingered in her succulent prey's mouth. She slowly broke
the kiss and after a few quick little pecks she gently caressed the side of
her face and walked away. Beth was all primed and ready now for the 
bonding ceremony to begin.

Beth awakened from her memories as she heard the party guests begin to
enter the room. She kept her standard submissive pose of head up and eyes
down. Again, she found it better not to look into the eyes of those she
once knew during this next bizarre and humiliating event.

As the people entered and saw Beth, they were again surprised by her
restrained, prostrated, nude form. All except Christine and those two lady
cops. They positively gleamed with excitement. Beth even though she heard
some giggling and out right laughter coming from the direction of those two
off duty policewomen. She could hear Katherine and Tonya talking with the
guests, more like pacifying them as to the "why" of it all. They even directed
them to the table where the display was, to help relieve their fears.

Beth never knew of the display until she was totally fastened to the pole,
but from what she could see of it, it looked as if it was some sort of a
shrine. A collection of pictures and papers associated with her willingness
in becoming the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine. There were
pictures of Beth getting the make over that turned her from a beautiful
brunette into a sexy blonde. Pictures of her as the smiling sexy office
bimbo secretary, including when she was told to dance and pose seductively
in Katherine's office during lunch. There were more pictures of her and
Katherine at home, sensuous, erotic ones. Ones with the two smiling and
kissing one another and of them touching one another, and playing sexually
with one another.

There were pictures of Beth in all sorts of fetish clothes and bondage.
These pictures always showed her in a kind of willing submissive pose to
Katherine's benign dominating persona. Like the one with Katherine sitting 
in a chair reading a magazine and Beth kneeling along side of her, dressed in
pink rubber, and bound and gagged with leather. It showed her with the side
of her head resting on Katherine's leg and Katherine's hand petting her head
like a loving pet.

There were more pictures too. Those of Beth getting her head shaved. Of
Beth posing seductively in her new Mohawk, playing with her pussy and
breasts, and then the coup d'etat, a completely bald headed Beth in a warm
heartfelt hug and kiss with Katherine. She looked so tremendously thankful
in that one. Even with the lost of her feminine pride and joy.

Along with those pictures Beth could see some papers blatantly exhibited
for anyone who cared to read them. She surmised that two of them were the
legal documents she was forced to sign attesting to her lesbianism and
giving Katherine power of attorney. The third and now fourth document
were still a mystery to her.

The purpose of the display was obvious. It was there to help even the most
skeptical of the guest come to believe that Beth was, and still is, a willing
participant in her downward spiral to becoming a mere sex object and
owned slave to Ms. Katherine Sloan. A display that was primarily for the
obstinate and heretic Paul. An unbeliever who was so thoroughly confused
by now that the bonding ritual would no doubt push him over the edge and
allow Beth her dreamed destiny in California.

Katherine walked up beside Beth and whispered in her ear. "This is the final
part of the plan B. After this, Paul will be nothing more than a bad memory
and you will be able to become the woman of your dreams. Are you ready Beth?"

Beth swallowed hard and whispered back to Katherine, "Yes Mistress, B thinks
so. B is so very scared, but B is determined to see this through." Beth forced a 
smile, quickly looking up and into the eyes of her mentor and friend, and said,
"Thank you, so very, VERY much for being there for me Katherine." And a 
little tear formed at the corner of her eye.

Katherine smiled back, wiped the single tear away and affectionately stroked
her bald head. She kissed Beth on the cheek and in a hushed voice said, "Ok
my lesbian bimbo slave girl, let's get on with the show."

Katherine nodded to Tonya who then direct the guest to where Beth was bound
like a sacrificial lamb. Once the guests were crowded into position she began 
her presentation. "Guests, we are gathered here this evening to witness the
ceremonial bonding of Mistress Katherine Sloan to her slave girl B."

Tonya's sermon was patterned after the standard wedding ceremony that
united a man and women in holy matrimony. Only in their case it was
geared for two lesbians who also lived as Mistress and slave. Beth was
impressed by the heartfelt liturgy of Tonya. It reflected a warm, caring 
and endearing love between two people who just happened to be female
and who just happened to be into a Dominant and submissive lifestyle. 
As Tonya continued to speak, Beth thought she heard a woman sniffle.
How strange she thought, but then again, this entire state of affairs was
totally off the wall to begin with.

Then she heard her cue and got ready. Tonya looked at Beth and asked her
"Do you Beth take Mistress Katherine as your eternal soul mate, to love,
cherish, submit yourself completely to, to obey without question in all
that she may command, and to be the willing slave of her's for as long as
you both may live?"

Beth took a moment as the words of Tonya sank into her psyche and as her
mantra was echoing in the back of her mind. She took a restrained deep
breath and said in a clear audible voice "B does Mistress Tonya."

Tonya again asked Beth "Do you Beth willingly consent and partake in this
ritual bonding ceremony as a symbolic expression of your love and devotion
to your owner, Mistress Katherine?"

Beth flexed her firmly bound body in reaction to what saying yes to that
question really implied, but again she found the strength to say "B does
Mistress Tonya."

"Will Mistress Katherine finish preparing her slave so the bonding ceremony
may continue."

Katherine nodded her head in confirmation as Tonya walked off to the side to
acquire her needed equipment.

Katherine stepped behind Beth and proceeded to wrap a wide leather strap
around Beth's forehead and the post. She snug the leather up and buckled
it in place. Beth's head was now fixed firmly to the post just like the
rest of her inert body.

Next, Katherine stood in front of Beth holding a much larger nerf ball than
Beth was accustomed to. Katherine held it up to Beth's lips and whispered to
her "Be strong, be brave, be courageous my sweet."

Katherine was letting Beth know that she was pulling for her. That it will
all soon be over with. One last act of depravity and life, her life will be
completely different from there on.

Beth wet her lips. Even though that nerf ball was nothing more than a
sponge, it never-the-less was a BIG sponge. She was a bit hesitant in
opening her mouth, but when the softness of the sponge touched her lips 
she did her best to open her mouth as wide as possible to receive every 
bit of that damnable ball to which she had come to hate with a passion. 
Thank goodness this would be the last time she would ever have that
damned thing in her mouth again.

Katherine was gentle in pushing that sponge gag into her willing slave's
mouth. She methodically kept pushing the top of the ball back into the
upper part of Beth's mouth, almost trying to slowly roll that ball deeply
into the limited space before it. It didn't take long for it to completely
fill Beth's orifice to capacity, but only half of it was inside of her.
Katherine had to be more determined in getting the rest of it in. She began
pushing the sides of the spongy ball into the fleshy cheek area, forcing it
behind the tender corners of her distressed pet's stretched lips. She even
went back to forcing the center of the ball back hard into her slave's
mouth until Beth began to close her eyes tightly from the pressure and 
pain of having her jaws stretched so abnormally wide.

At long last, Katherine stopped her aggressive packing, but there was still a
noticeable bulge sticking out of Beth's now ballooned orifice. Once again
Katherine stepped behind Beth. She picked up a narrow strap and placed
it across the center of the bulging ball. She wrapped it around Beth's head
and post, then threaded it through the roller buckle, and tightened it firmly
in place. The strap forced whatever remained outside of Beth's mouth inside,
adding another level of torment to Beth's already stressed out condition.
Any sound of misery, mercy or out right pain was now dampened out to a 
barely audible moan or whine. The sponge that stretched Beth's mouth and 
lips, almost beyond human endurance, was also a very effective silencer too.

Beth heard Tonya roll a cart up beside her, but before she could focus on
the shiny metal instruments that were on it, her eyes were covered by a soft
black silky cloth. Katherine finished Beth's preparation with a blindfold
around her head and post.

Beth was now ready. If she had any second thoughts, it was too late now as she
could no longer voice her concerns, because her mouth exploding gag prevented
it. She also could not physically get away because she was strapped tightly to the
heavy wooden post. Nor could she beseech others to intervene on her behalf
with her tormented and pleading eyes because they too were now covered in
darkness. All that was left to her was her hearing and sense of touch, and they
only added to her anxiety, as foretellers of what was to come.

The first thing Beth sensed was how quiet it was, not a single voice, whisper
or nervous twitch could she hear from anyone. Then she heard the sound of 
metal, the instruments being moved around on the cart by Tonya. She 
jumped and squealed from the surprise coldness of the wet substance that
was brush around her left nipple area. But the guests only saw a minor
twitch and hardly heard a faint groan from poor Beth.

Beth's nose quickly picked up the scent of rubbing alcohol, a disinfectant,
and it's coolness seemed to get even colder as it quickly dried on her
hard nipple and soft pale skin. She felt something grasp the tip of her
nipple and then pull it forward. It was a bit hurtful at first, but then she 
felt a much stronger, sharper pain that made her scream and contort in
excruciating agony. This too was greatly smothered down into meager
insignificance by her bond and gagged state.

The guests on the other hand, made noticeably distressing sounds
themselves just from watching Tonya as she slowly skewered Beth's
nipple with a long, shiny, pointed needle.

More was done to her nipple, but Beth was too focused on the pain to be
even vaguely aware of an opened golden ring being threaded through her
recently pierced nipple. However, she was aware when the pain in her nipple
began to fade away, after some sort of salve was applied and worked into the
filled hole.

As the pain turned into discomfort, Beth again felt the cold alcohol being
swabbed around her right nipple. Beth couldn't take it any more. She had
reached her limit and she wanted it to end NOW! She tried to yell through
her gag, to plead and to beg Tonya to stop! But again, nothing was heard of
any significance due to her gag. In fact, what was heard, sounded to the guests
more like it felt pleasing, as if Beth were trying to show everyone just how
much of a masochist that she really was.

Again she felt the pinch, the pull and the sharp pain of the needle being
forced through her hard sensitive nipple. A few more tugs, more salve, and
viola! Both nipples had matching sets of open golden rings handing down
from them. Poor Beth was so grateful that the pain was beginning to 
dissipate into something more manageable that she completely fell into a
fatigued calmness.

At last it was done. The hardest, and most painful, part of this ritual was done
and over with. Beth reflected on how truly necessary it was for her to be
bound and gagged like she was. Otherwise, she would never have gone 
through with it a second time. The pain was just too . . .

Beth felt the cold alcohol being swabbed up against her pussy lips. 'What
was going on?' Beth thought to herself. Why was Tonya disinfecting her
labia lips? Surely she wasn't going to . . . "AHHHH" came the muffled cry
of Beth through her gag as Tonya pierced and ringed her left labia lip.

Beth yelled, screamed and fought with all her might, but any outward sign
was totally ignored by the mouth gapping, bug eyed, staring guests.

This was not right! Katherine told her only her nipples would be pierced and
ringed, not her pussy too. What was going on here? Does Katherine know 
about this?  Is Tonya doing this on her own?  Why are she doing this to her?
This is not suppose to happen . . . "AHHHHHHH!!!" Again, Beth instinctive
painful recoil went unnoticed as her right pussy lip was pierced and ringed
along side it's mate.

Beth quickly became aware that her blindfold was being removed when the
room light struck her in the eyes. In front of her stepped Katherine, wiping
her cheeks from her tears. Beth cast her eyes up at Katherine with a deeply
hurt and pathetic gaze as if asking the question "why?".

Katherine kissed her on her bloated cheek and whispered "It's over Beth.
Your ordeal is now all over with. I will tell you more later, the "why" of
it all. Be brave my dearest. It's all down hill for you from now on." She
then kissed Beth again on her bald head and stepped to the side waiting
for Tonya to continue the ceremonial rite.

Beth tried not to cry anymore, to stay in character and more so because she
did not want to chock from being gagged so harshly. She just cast her eyes
down like a good little pierced slave girl, playing her part to the bitter
end. What else could she do?

Tonya directed her words to Katherine now. "Do you Katherine Sloan pledge to
take Beth Jenson as your eternal soul mate. To love and cherish her as long
as you both shall live?"

Katherine replied, "I do, and I symbolically express this pledge by my closing
of my soul mate's nipple rings." A clear distinct click was heard as each of the
opened golden rings were now locked closed around Beth's mildly 
throbbing nipples.

"And do you Mistress Katherine promise to dominate, to humble, and to 
use, in whatever capacity that you choose, your slave B, for as long as you
both shall live?"

"I do, and I symbolically express that promise by the closing of my slave's
labia rings." Another clear distinct click was heard as Mistress Katherine
closed the open rings that were now locked onto Beth's tender pierced pussy.

"I now pronounce you, Mistress and slave."  Then Tonya raised her drink
in a toast  "To the new couple, much happiness, love and long life!" The
rest of the guests slowly raised their glasses too and wished the new D&S
couple the very best.

Katherine stood in front of Beth and began shaking hands and hugging bodies
of those guests who personally congratulated her and her new slave girl.
Beth just remained as she was, bound, gagged and now ringed in passive,
silent, complacency.  No one came up to her to wish her luck. It was as if
all of a sudden she became nothing more than a piece of furniture, as
Katherine became the designated couples recipient to all the kudos and best
wishes.

Beth saw from her peripheral vision, that before the guest's left they were
ushered by Tonya to the shrine and asked to sign a piece of paper, the
fourth document, as if it was a guest book or something. It wasn't long
before only a few people were left. Patricia, her best friend in the world,
had already left after signing the paper. Beth watched her leave in a
solemn mood wiping several tears from her face. She pledged herself to
contact her dearest friend as soon as possible and tell her why she had to
go through such an outrageous thing like this.

The two lady cops were all giggles as they signed the paper. Many times in
the process they would look at her, point and make some humorous comment
that Beth could not hear, thank goodness. They left the room in a jovial
mood as they continued their comedy routine right out the door. Beth was
glad to see them go, another obstacle was now behind her.

All of a sudden she saw a pair of familiar women shoes at her feet. That
bitch Christine was back to taunt her one last time. Beth kept her eyes
looking down. There was nothing Christine could do or say that would take
her out of her role now, it was all down hill for her just like Katherine said.

"My goodness slave, you keep on surprising me. The first time, when you
were that blonde bimbo street whore. The second, when you were that
sexually frustrate exhibitionist of a serving wench. And now, as a . . .
mercy me, I don't even know how to describe you now. Perhaps that phrase
you used to describe yourself is quite apropos now. You're the lesbian bimbo
slave girl of Mistress Katherine.

"Pity, I am so sad to see the Beth that I knew no longer exists in you. I had
so many ideas in which to humiliate you, to degrade you until you cried 
and begged for my forgiveness. But now, all I see is a bizarre object of 
depraved sexual indifference. It is such a . . .  hmmmmm, I wonder? It 
is worth a chance."

Christine walked up close to Beth until Beth could smell the alcohol on
her breath. Then Christine began to talk in a low hushed voice. "Slave B,
did you know that it was all Katherine's idea for you to sign those three
documents before the judge? I had nothing to do with it. I was all ready to
let you go free after spanking that fat ass of yours. It was all Katherine's
idea to force you to sign those papers, not mine. Did you know that, Beth?"

Beth immediately looked up and into the eyes of her nemesis. She was lying!
Katherine would never do that to her. She would never lie to her. She
trusted Katherine, explicitly! Next to Patricia, Katherine is the most
dearest and loyalist friend in the whole world to her. That bitch Christine
had to be lying. Just at that point Beth caught herself angrily staring up
at Christine and instantly shifted her gaze back down.

"Ah HA! I seen it in your eyes, BETH! You are still there after all. Maybe
not completely, but you are certainly not the soulless fuck toy you make
yourself out to be. Maybe there is enough of you left for me to reek my
vengeance on after all. Not now of course, but later, yes, much later. In
California perhaps. I can visit for the weekend, babysitting you while
Katherine is away. Yes, that does sound nice. All that lovely California
sunshine, me, YOU, and a sadistic itch I need so desperately to scratch you
with. Mmmmm, the thought of it makes my mouth water."

Christine brought her head real close to Beth's and kissed her on the nose.
"Thank you my dearest friend Beth. You made me a very happy woman, and 
you will make me even happier once I put a whip to your hateful ass. But that
will come in time, once you and Katherine are settled in California. Then I
will visit you and we will play. We will have a lot of fun together, I
promise you! Good-bye now Beth. And best wishes on your new lifestyle."

Christine kissed Beth on her nose again and said "Until we meet again Beth,
I'll be thinking of you, constantly." She smiled and walked away, giggling.
She went to the guest book and signed her name. She was about to walk out
of the room when she stopped, looked at Beth and blew her a kiss. She then
walked out of the room, laughing with malicious intent.

Beth thought to herself, "What a lying piece of crap that Christine was.
Katherine would never do that to her. And when she does come out to
California for her revenge, it will be Christine who will be on the painful
end of that whip, not her. Christine will wish to God she never came out
to California by the time Beth was done with that bitch. She promised!"

While Beth was in the throne's of creative contemplation, a pair of men's
shoes walked up to and into her field of vision. It was Paul! This was it!
Now or never. She will play the docile ringed slave girl for all she's worth.

"I . . . I am sorry Beth, I mean, slave B. Here I thought that the two of you
were just pretending, in order to get rid of me. But now I see, I . . . I see you
not as Beth, but as . . . oh God it makes me so sad and sick to look at you
like this. What you have done to yourself. What you have turned yourself
into. I could never . . . I mean, you're no longer the girl I wanted to marry, 
to bear my children and spend the rest of my life with. You've changed so
much! You're no longer the woman I loved. I don't even know who you are
any more, so how could I ever love a . . . woman, a . . . thing like you. I
promise, I won't bother you anymore. I can see it now. You really don't
love me. You don't want me in your life any more, ever. So, good luck to
you, slave B. I hope the two of your are very happy together."

That was it! The plan worked! After all she'd been through and had to put
up with. The humiliation, the lesbian sex acts, the bondage, the scalping
of her beautiful hair, the degrading pictures, the legal documents
identifying her as something she was not. It all paid off! Paul was out of
her life, forever. It worked!

Beth was so happy she was shouting and jumping for joy. Again, she was
thankful for being bound and gagged else her enthusiasm would have given her
away. Her prominent future in California was now a reality. Life was good,
life is beautiful! Life, her life was all hers once more.

Then Katherine walked up along side of Paul. She said in a clear voice of
pride "Well Paul, do you believe us now? Can you see that Beth is no longer
the girl that you thought she was? That she belongs to me, and only to me, as
my property, as my slave. Can you really believe it now Paul?"

"I . . . I would never have believed it, if I didn't see it for myself. To
watch it happen every step of the way. How you turned a vibrant,
intelligent, and autonomous woman like Beth into your very own lesbian
bimbo slave girl was quite an experience for me, auntie Katherine."

"Don't be so modest, I could never have done it without you nephew." And
Katherine hug and kiss Paul on the cheek. The two of them in a state of
happy accomplishment.

Beth was confused. Did she hear right? Auntie Katherine and nephew Paul?  
How could this be? How could they be related?  How could they be so happy
with themselves, with each other over doing this to her? What about the plan?
It was supposed to get rid of Paul, her nephew? No, this has to be a joke. But 
how could Paul be in on the joke too? Unless . . . oh no, Oh my GOD NO! It 
can't be! Please, let it be a dream! A horrible, terrible nightmare of a dream. 
PLEASE!!

Beth looked up and into the sight of Katherine and Paul hugging, smiling and
giggling at her. Beth was beginning to believe it was true, all so deviously true 
as her eyes began to tear up with devastate horror and sorrow.

"Ok nephew, enough of these congratulatory acknowledgments. It is time for
you to go and leave me with my brand new slave girl. I need to explain a
few things to her and you need to get on with your life. Here is an envelope 
in compensation for your part in the plan. Now give your Auntie a big kiss
on the cheek and go."

Beth watched as Paul did just that, thanking her generously for the gift
and then walking away.

"Oh nephew, don't forget to sign the paper stating you were a witness to the
bonding ceremony and Beth's total willingness in becoming my slave girl
like everyone else."

Beth watched as Katherine's nephew Paul looked back and waved in
confirmation. A few minutes later he too was gone, just like the rest.

A moment later Tonya walked up beside Katherine. She put her arms
around her and gave her a long sensuous kiss. Beth closed her eyes in
disbelief. It was all so obvious to her now. That Tonya was in league 
with Katherine. Was there no end to this conspiracy of betrayal?

"So, does she know yet my love?" Tonya causally asked Katherine while
smiling and looking like the Cheshire cat at Beth.

"She knows, but not everything. Why don't you go to bed and I'll be in as
soon as I tell her the whole story."

"Ok, but don't be too long. I am looking forward to making love to my best
girl friend." With that Tonya gave Katherine one quick kiss and a squeeze
and patted her on the ass before leaving.

As the spider woman turned and began to walk away Katherine immediately
grabbed her arm pulled her assertively back to her, their bodies actually
bumping into one another. Katherine took Tonya's face in her hands and
kissed her, aggressively and passionately. She jerked Tonya's head back and
then told her, "Now go and put on some pretty white lingerie. You know how
I like contrast in my sex life, my tasty ebony treat." Katherine smiled at
Tonya, twirled her around and pushed her on her way. Tonya moved as if she
were walking on clouds, but just before she was out of sight, she turned and
told Beth "Pleasant dreams, sweet thing." and then disappeared into
Katherine's bedroom.

Beth was surprise to see so much domineering assertiveness in Katherine,
especially in how it was directed at Tonya. She had come to see how Tonya
and Katherine were very similar in many ways, with Tonya being even a little
more authoritative than Katherine since she was so much into dominance and
submission, but obviously she was wrong there too. She was rapidly finding
out how wrong she was about everything. Katherine was definitely the more
dominant, the more powerful and the more controlling of the two, which only
added to her growing fear and sorrow.

Katherine stepped up to Beth. She began touching her lightly with her fingers.
Soon, the touch turned into a long tender caress. Her long delicate fingers
and soft palms exploring Beth's tightly bound flesh with an inquisitive
eroticism.  Beth wanted nothing to do with this lying bitch. She tried to move 
away, but all that happened was for the straps to creek. It wasn't long before 
Katherine began to enlighten Beth about her now unique situation.

"I dare say that you believe that I owe you an explanation, don't you, PET!
However, you being my slave and I your owner and Mistress now, "I" owe
you nothing! But, I will tell you the "why" of it all, not because of some
sentimentality or weakness on my part for your current poor frightened 
and confused state. I am not that kind of a woman or Mistress, as you 
will soon find out. I am going to tell you because it will enlighten you
to how utterly hopeless it is for you now. It will go far better for you if 
you accept your destiny as my property, MY SLAVE, than to fight me."
Katherine made a point to glare into the eyes of Beth while pulling on
one of her still throbbing nipple rings while saying those words--MY SLAVE!

Beth closed her eyes tightly as faint moans of pain squealed from her
harshly packed mouth. She felt Katherine release her nipple ring and began
gently stroking her prominent breasts decorated with shiny gold rings.

"It all started that first day that you came into my office as my business
assistant and apprentice. When I laid my eyes on you I knew right then 
and there that I had to have you. Oh yes, I lied about not being a lesbian.
Although, to be politically correct, I am bisexual, but I much prefer
woman, beautiful young sexy woman that I can possess. Just like you 
pet." Katherine's hand began flowing down Beth's torso to her hips, 
ass and pussy.

Beth was far too saturated with fear, despair, and anger, plus, trying to
follow what Katherine was saying to her than to be aware what
Katherine was doing to her body.

"I could have used the direct approach and told you that I found you
attractive and wanted to make love to you, but really pet, I'm not stupid.
I knew that there were too many hurtles before me to go that route. The
first being, that you are not a lesbian. The second is the age difference, 
I am almost twice your age. And the third is that I am as aggressive, 
controlling, and passionate in my sex life as I am in my business life.
I surely doubt, you being the same type of woman I perceived you to be,
that you would entertain the thought of being my submissive sex toy in 
the bedroom. So, I had to devise a plan, the PLAN as you came to know
it. Well, only part of it that is. The first part of the plan was for you to 
find it necessary to run away from something, or one, and the second 
part was for you to run towards someone, namely ME!"

"That's where my dear sweet nephew Paul comes in. I set up a deal with him
to date you and then become one of those psycho, infatuated, won't take NO
for an answer kind of guys that scares the hell out women. I must say, he did
an excellent job of it too. He will find a little note and a bonus in his envelope
thanking him for being such a charismatic actor and in playing his part of the
plan so passionately. I was so tickled pink, the way you came to me all 
flustered and in tears because you were at your wits end in trying to get rid 
of my nephew, and when I kissed you that first time, my GOD, it took all my
self-control not to take you all the way that very moment. That kiss was the 
first positive incentive and real confirmation that I wanted you. It motivated
me to go full steam ahead with my desire to own you.

"At that point, the plan was as I described it to you back then. Make you
appear to be my lesbian lover so Paul would leave you alone. When that
failed, as I planned it would, you became my lesbian bimbo lover, and 
so on until you finally became the lesbian bimbo slave girl to my Mistress
Katherine persona. You will never know how incredibly sexually aroused I
became through out this entire project. Watching you, seducing you, molding
you along the way into the present, and permanent, sex slave that you are
today. Many times a day, when I was alone, I found myself masturbating
after I did something to humiliate you, degrade you, transformed you into
my kinky lesbian sex puppet, and each time that you tried to rebel and I talked
you out of it. It made me even more aroused, and motivated to make you mine
forever. Oh pet, you were such a tender delicious morsel back then that many 
a time I wanted to just gobble you all up right there on the spot. But I wanted 
you for all time, and not for that one horny craving moment. So I remained 
true to the plan, knowing that soon you will be mine, forever."

Beth could not believe her ears. Katherine was mad, stark raving mad! She
thought Tonya was the insane one and Katherine her savior, mentor and friend.
It is Katherine who is the devil incarnate. Tonya is just her demon disciple.
And here she was, alone, frighten and held captive in the lair of a crazy
woman. A crazy woman that wanted her as a sex slave, a living breathing
dildo for her own personal use. Katherine was mad all right, but Beth was
totally helpless to do anything about it, except pray.

"I was so amazed at how easy it was to keep you under my thumb pet. Each
time you wanted to call it quits, I talked you out of it. I guess I owe it all to
my extraordinary managerial skills. It was all simple carrot/stick 
methodology. Dangle the carrot of a wonderful executive position in
California if you stayed true to your role and the plan, using the stick
of losing everything that you had worked so hard for and having to deal with
Paul for the rest of your life if you didn't. It worked out so well that I 
wondered if maybe you were acclimating to your role to easily. As if, you 
possibly liked it. That's when I decided to add a few more OBSTRUCTIONS
besides Paul, just to see if there might be a part of you that actually wanted to
be dominated.

"I presented the idea for you to have your long beautiful brunette hair cut
short and died blonde. Your feminine pride and joy, the dearest and most
precious part of a woman's unique identity, and you complied, reluctantly,
but you still went through with it. Then I pushed the enveloped and had you
appear in public half naked and without underwear. You willingly followed
my orders with little resistance like a good little slave girl. I even set up all
the conditions for you to be arrested by those two lady cops, who by the way
I paid to have you arrested and taken to the jail house. That special gag and
those ill functioning cuffs were provided by me too. Then having you 
experience Tonya and her play toy in that jail cell was not a random event
either pet. Tonya told me how you reacted in that cell to her rather unusual
seductive powers. She is one hell of a woman that Tonya, and tasty too.

"Christine's presence was a wild card and a total surprise for me. I was
supposed to deal with the lady cops in getting you free. Nothing
outlandish, just more threats of a possible police record if they catch you
there again. I of course would promise the officers to watch you more
closely and see to it that nothing liked that happened again. But, it
didn't work out that way.

"When I heard you two talking in that interrogation room I thought that it
was all over with. I must say, Christine did have it in for you pet. All I
could do was play it by ear and hope my years of thinking on my feet in the
business world would pay off. And it did! Several times I wanted to either
burst out laughing or take you right there in the room with Christine
watching. But again, I stayed the course. Oh, in case you didn't know, it
was I who came up with the idea of those three documents and having you
sign them in front of a real judge, not Christine. She was all ready to let
you go after she waylaid into your ass like she did, but I saw another
opportunity to tighten my grip around your demise and went for it, and it
worked! Maybe you were destined to be mine after all pet." Katherine
began stroking Beth's bald head and kissed her lightly on her nose.

Beth was in shock. Christine was right after all. It wasn't her, it was
Katherine. She closed her eyes and tears ran down her cheeks. She played the
loyal friend to Katherine and was bitterly betrayed. How could she have been
such a blind fool. She was beginning to recognize how bad off she was.

"Oh don't cry pet." Katherine wiped away Beth's tears with a soft frilly
handkerchief. "You know you want this."

Beth opened her eyes wide and glared at Katherine as if to tell her "I most
certainly do NOT, you crazy fucked up bitch!"

Katherine read the look Beth gave her. "Oh, so you continue to deny it.
Well, what about when I suggested that I cut all your hair off, or in having 
your nipples and pussy lips pierced? Oh excuse me, I mean JUST your
nipples pierced. Again, I lied about that too, but I knew you wouldn't mind."
Katherine chuckled to herself with that last comment. She knew Beth
might have balked at the suggestion of having both her nipples and pussy
lips pierced. So instead of telling her and getting her consent, Katherine
took advantage of the situation for her own gain.

"Oh yes my pet. There IS a part of you that wants to be dominated, whether
you want to admit it or not, but it is kind of strange though. If you never
met me, you would have probably become a very successful business woman.
You would have married a nice, successful man, have a couple of kids, and in
all honesty have a very comfortable and rewarding vanilla life. But you did
meet me and your life has been changed because of it.

"Even if the plan WAS as I presented it to you, and Paul left you alone and
you were to come to California with me as my right hand business woman, I
severely doubt you would be able to live a vanilla life after this. Having
gone through all this dominance and submission has released something deep
inside of you pet. Once you got to California you would feel that aching desire
to experience it again and again. You probably will end up having a lesbian
affair, or two, or marrying some guy who would dominate you in the privacy
of your home, or both. You would have ended up living a double life. By day,
an aggressive, competent and successful business woman and by night,
someone's submissive sex toy. It would not be easy for you, but you will
find it a very satisfying lifestyle. That is if you could pull it off."

Upon hearing those words Beth felt a twinge of truth run through her soul.
But her head overruled her feelings and once more she focused her anger
on Katherine and her fear on what her future was to be.

"But there is no executive position for you in California pet. Oh you will
be coming to the West coast with me. And I will have a new position for
you there, but it will not be in business. It will be in the privacy of my
very own home. I bought a remote estate not too far from the corporate
office. You will remain there and continue to be my lesbian bimbo slave
girl pet. You will do all the domestic duties of a maid, plus be my very
own sex doll and intimate lover. Oh yes pet, you will give me oral pleasure
for my sweet tender pussy too. Up till now that part of your training has
been sadly null and void. I didn't want to risk losing you by pushing you
into doing that, but now that your situation has changed drastically, I am 
going to enjoy making a first class pussy lapper out of you. I know, I
know. You will fight me all the way, but sooner or later you will come to
heel like all well trained house pets. You will accept your fate as my
slave, just like Cynthia accepted hers as Tonya's Thing.

"Now don't worry pet. I will not transform you into such a surreal edifice
as Tonya did to Cynthia, but there will be some cosmetic changes you will
have no choice but to accept. I'll tell you more about those as time goes
on. But I am glad to say that the person that you were, the Beth persona, 
will no longer be a viable entity."

"As of this moment, Beth is no more. I am aware you know otherwise, but
that is changing too as I speak. The power of attorney that you signed over
to me allowed me to liquidate all your possessions. Everything you had in
storage, has now either been sold or given away. You own nothing, not 
even clothes or your most precious mementos. They're all gone.

"All those people who once knew you as Beth, your dearest friend, your
worst enemy, all your work cohorts, vendors and bosses have witnessed
your change in identity to that of my lesbian bimbo slave girl. They have
even signed an affidavit as a witness to our little bonding ceremony. As 
well as saw the pictures and other legal documents you signed announcing
your self as a die hard lesbian. And the final coup d'etat was that mysterious
third paper you signed without reading it. That third document was for a name
change my sweet. Even legally you are no longer Beth. Your new name will
fit your new personality, your new look, your new identity to a tee. From this
moment on Beth ceases to be. But today a new slave girl is born, and her name
is "Candi".

"So sweet to the taste as a peppermint candy stick. So pretty, pink and
pleasing to the eye like a cotton candy treat. And as dump and stupid as a
piece of delicious hard rock candy. That will be you my pet, my slave, my
Candi. I will do everything in my power to see to it that you stay that way,
forever and ever." Katherine pick up the black silk cloth and used it as a 
blindfold around Beth's, now Candi's, terror stricken eyes.

"It is late now pet and we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow is moving day
and we must get you ready for our trip to California." Katherine kissed
Beth on her nose, said goodnight and walked to her bedroom where a frilly
dressed Tonya waited eagerly for a night of hot burning love.

Beth was beyond shock. In her dark, numbingly bound, speechless state she
thought that it might be a dream. A vivid gruesome nightmare that she only
needed to wake up from, like the movies and all will be as it was before she
met Paul, but the pain in her nipples and pussy lips were telling her otherwise.
Her feelings were running rampant. One minute she was grievously sad with 
self-pity. Another she was full of mind numbing horror, with thoughts of what
Katherine planned on doing to her. And finally strong waves of anger gushed
from her subdued prostrated body at how Katherine betrayed her most precious
gift. She had trusted her.

She fought the straps and gag tooth and nail trying, desperately to escape,
but all they did was creek. Time and again her anger fueled the energy she
needed to fight the straps, but each time they held and she fell into a deeper
and deeper state of misery. She was about to try again when all of a sudden
she felt something soft and wet on her pussy lips.

It startled her at first, but then it began to feel good. Her mind searched
for understanding while her body was bathed in the erotic pleasure of being
fondled down there. 'What's going on? Who is doing this?' She thought to
herself. When she found out "what", she immediately knew the "who". A 
tongue was bathing her pussy in warm sensuous pleasure. A tongue that was
articulate, experienced and could reach so very deep up inside her to tickle 
her very cervix. It was THING!

Her mind wanted to turn away from this, to push Thing away from her. She
was not a lesbian. She had no sexual interest in women or to be please by a
woman. But her bound, and excited body, would not allow her mind to
dominate or control her situation. The more Thing's tongue dance around
her salivating pussy, the more Beth accepted and allowed herself to
experience the pleasure of Thing's talented tongue on her aching craving
love nest. It wasn't long before Beth was riding her first orgasm as Candi,
the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine. The first of many for
that night, courtesy of Thing, and her new owner, Mistress Katherine.

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Part 13, is finally is here too.

Katherine's soliloquy