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  I slept on my stomach for the next week.

  The Stupid Bet

  It had been a stupid bet. I knew it was stupid when I took it but the little bitch had been so smug I had gotten sucked in. Now I was on a leash at her feet, my legs spread so that my skirt rode up. You could see my panties, but at least she hadn’t made me take them off yet. My two best friends Ashlee and Barbara were sitting next to her. I could already feel the dynamic shifting away from me toward the bitch. Stacy was her name and she was a climber. She wanted to move up in our strict social structure and now she had found a way.

  The worst part of the whole degrading scene is that I was turned on and she knew it. I didn’t understand how this girl who was not part of our group and ten years younger than I had this much power over me and not just because of that stupid bet. Because of that stupid bet I was her slave until the stroke of midnight on Sunday. My friends had been surprised when I lost but I was already becoming a fixture like the rest of the slaves in the club. I kept still and prayed for Sunday but it was only Friday night.

  “How’s my little Pam-slut doing?” Stacy asked softly. “Surprised that a Domme of your stature could find herself like this?”

  That didn’t seem to call for an answer so I kept my mouth shut. She prodded my pussy with her riding crop.

  “Are you wet, Pam?” she asked. “Are you wet thinking of all of the degrading things I’m going to make you do the next few days?”

  I was and I didn’t know why. She had been a ‘nobody’ here, at least until now. The stupid bet had catapulted her social status into the stratosphere. To have a Domme like myself at her feet was unheard of. The horrifying part of the equation was that she could do what she wanted with me until Sunday as long as it wasn’t permanent. That covered a lot of ground

  “Take off those panties, Pam,” she said, “and then I have a proposition for you.”

  I skinned my panties down and resumed my position. She reached out with the whip again and worked the hem of my skirt up so that my pussy was partially exposed. I could feel eyes in the room gloating.

  “I will release you from the bet if you agree to something,” she said. “Are you interested?”

  “What something, Stacy?” I asked politely.

  “It’s nothing much,” she said. “You just need to promise that from now on each time you enter the club you will come to my table first and pay me homage.”

  I shuddered at what that might mean but I asked, “Homage, Stacy?”

  “Yes. Each time you will come to my table and then you will get down on your knees and kiss my feet.”

  She knew I could never agree to that. It would mean the end of my standing as a Domme. I would be nothing but a slave even if I wasn’t wearing a collar.

  “No, Stacy,” I said.

  “The penalties are going to go up, Pam,” she informed me. “Up till now you’ve just been on your knees with a little humiliation. Are you sure? Do you want to reconsider?”

  “No.”

  “I didn’t think it would be that easy,” she said softly, “but then it wouldn’t be the delicious fun it’s going to be when you finally give in.”

  I didn’t plan on giving in. I hated what was coming but, giving in wasn’t in my nature. My body seemed to have another agenda and was sending me mixed signals. Some part of me was enticed by the degradation that she was inflicting. Some part of me wanted to give in.

  “Take your clothes off, Pam,” she said sweetly. “I think it’s time for our members to get a better look at that body. I’m sure some of them have been coveting it. I know I have. But then it belongs to me now, doesn’t it, Pam?”

  I straightened up enough to pull off my top and bra, unzipped my skirt and worked it down my legs. I sat back on my ass to pull it over my feet and then returned to my position. She reached out again with that damn crop and caressed my pussy. I was trembling with need.

  “What’s the worst degradation you can think of, Pam,” she asked pleasantly.

  The rules of the club were clear. I had to answer truthfully. Of course I hadn’t advertized the fact but my friends knew. If I lied it was a double forfeit.

  “Being touched or used by a man,” I whispered.

  “I thought as much,” she said smugly. “I think you can count on that happening soon if you don’t agree the next time I give you a chance to end this.”

  I was trembling but not only with need now. To be given to a man was something that my mind screamed wasn’t fair but I knew that by club rules everything was fair game. She stood up and pulled my leash.

  “Let’s take a walk, Pam. I want to show you off.”

  By now the entire club knew of my mistake so she wasn’t informing anyone. She was just showing her power. I crawled along dutifully, realizing that the damage to my reputation was escalating and her proposal was looking better. My two friends tagged along and I could see that the power shift was complete in their minds. They had heard her proposal and knew that I had to accept it. It was that or be degraded so much that no one would take me seriously ever again. Either way in their minds I was never going to be a Domme again. Either outcome made me a slave. Not worthy of their time. They fawned over her and I seethed.

  Almost every table we stopped at had a slave that I had topped at one time. Both men and women. The look in their eyes said it all. Being able to be convincing enough to top one of them ever again was going to be almost impossible. My despair mounted.

  “Up, Pam,” Stacy said, bringing me out of my self pity.

  I dutifully got up on my knees and my worst fears were in front of me. A Dom that I loathed looked back at me. He was a fat overbearing slob of a man who treated his slaves badly. He degraded them beyond what was necessary and he was heavy handed with his punishments. I had been instrumental in bringing him down several pegs and as such he was only a minor player now, but that just made it worse. He hated me for what I’d done to him.

  “Charles,” Stacy asked sweetly, “would you like to have thirty minutes with my slut?”

  I swear he stared drooling. The quiver that went through me was one of disgust. I knew what was coming and I knew I couldn’t stand it. I would have to agree to Stacy’s proposal. He nodded.

  “Pam, your choice now is to agree to my new proposal to end the bet or I’m giving you to him for thirty minutes.”

  I wanted to scream out my yes, yes , yes, but I waited for the offer .

  “Agree to strip naked whenever I’m in the club and present yourself to me to use as a slave for one hour.”

  My eyes found hers. She had a soft smirking smile on her lips. She knew I could never agree to that. As much as I dreaded the consequences of my answer this game was building a heat in my cunt. I needed an orgasm.

  “No, Stacy,” I said with a tremor of despair in my voice.

  “Oh, Pammy, you are so much fun!” she exclaimed handing the leash to Charles.

  He didn’t waste any time. He dragged me to a private room and strung me up.

  “I knew someday you’d fuck up you haughty bitch,” he sneered.

  I looked at him with fire in my eyes. He took the bait.

  “Does the slave have something to say before I whip her and sodomize her?”

  “Don’t do it,” I said firmly, “I will remember and make you pay.”

  “There is no way you can ever climb out of this hole,” he laughed.

  “Are you sure, Charles?” I asked softly.

  Perhaps the use of his name set him off. I don’t know. He whipped me until I was welted from my back to my thighs. Then he cut me down and fucked me up the ass. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of screaming and I didn’t move while he violated me. I hardened my heart. Somehow I was going to turn this around. Stacy had made a huge blunder and she didn’t even know it yet. He grunted out his release but it was clear my rage had spoiled it. He cut me down and returned me to Stacy.

  “How was it, Pam?” she asked.

  “I think you would be wise to
give this up, Stacy,” I said coldly.

  I could see the uncertainty flicker through her eyes. It came and went in a flash and she was her smug self again.

  “So,” she said harshly, “that wasn’t enough to convince you? You are going to agree, Pam, or I am going to break you.”

  I put my head down and waited for the next degradation. She pulled my leash and we started for the door.

  “Time to install you in your new home, Pam,” she said walking out of the club dragging me on my hands and knees.

  We reached her car and she opened the trunk. I climbed in and she slammed it. Thirty minutes later it opened and she pulled me into her home.

  She had me undress her and then took me to her bed where I spent most of the night making love to her. She taught me all of the needs of her body while mine was going crazy. The power she had over me was still doing funny things and the closeness to her young fresh tight body did the rest. A part of me I didn’t know existed carved the control she had over me. She could tell I wanted relief but she didn’t grant it.

  In the morning she had me bathe her and fix her breakfast. I knelt by her feet while she ate. She teased my cunt with her foot all during breakfast until my wetness was dripping on the floor and I was moaning constantly.

  “Does Pammy want an orgasm?”

  “Yes, Pllleeease, Stacy,” I moaned.

  “No, Pam. I want you to really understand how helpless you are to resist me. Later tonight we’ll have a lesson.”

  I did understand how helpless I was. I hated not being in control yet some part of me responded. I tried to twist my mind around why Stacy had such a hold. Nothing made sense to me. The day passed with me performing like a trained seal for her. Mundane tasks and sexual pleasures and always the teasing that kept me wanting, wanting, wanting.

  Evening came and the doorbell rang. She had invited some friends for dinner and me. I served and they humiliated. My friends came but there was no gloating anymore. I was dead as a friend. I was Stacy’s slave and they knew it. My friends used my mouth like I they had forgotten who I was.

  I hadn’t forgotten. I kept my mind closed and waited. I was beaten and Stacy knew it. It was only a matter of time before I gave her what she wanted. I was finished but… That word ‘but’ is what a girl like Stacy could never understand. It was the pinprick that still shone in the blackness.

  After they left she tied my wrists to the wall and beat me. She varied the blows so they hurt and excited. I was crying in pain and begging for pleasure before she stopped. The big clock in the living room chimed out eleven chimes. I had twenty-five hours to go.

  “Are you ready to give me what I want yet, Pam?” she asked reasonably.

  Some measure of my anger came back. I had no reason to believe that I could defeat her but I wouldn’t give in. We were bound together now by this horror and yet I knew that if the positions had been reversed I would not have let her hold out this long. I looked at her and tried to understand why she didn’t finish it. I shook my head.

  “I didn’t think so, Pam,” she said softly, kissing my lips so tenderly that I almost spoke those words she wanted. “We are a lot alike you and I.”

  I recoiled. That couldn’t be. I would have been much worse if I had wanted what she wanted. I raised my face to her and she kissed me again. A tingle shot down my body. I was lost and I didn’t know if I could ever find my way again.

  “It’s eleven,” she said. “I want to show you how helpless you are. I am going to make you agree before that clock strikes twelve.”

  I tried to hold her back but she made love to me like she knew. I tried to move away but she was always ahead of me. She brought me to the edge of the universe and made me stand there until I knew that death was better and I whispered what she wanted. She stopped and didn’t let me over.

  The clock struck twelve and I felt so defeated I hung by my wrists hoping the pain would help me forget. She let me down and held me through the night and in the morning she brought me coffee.

  “I know that didn’t count last night, Pam,” she said, “but tonight there will be witnesses.”

  She let me rest all day. At six Ashlee and Barbara showed up and I was servant girl again. They drank and talked and I fetched and carried. At eight thirty Ashlee told me to get her cell from her purse in the living room. It was only a pinprick but the pinprick flashed and I knew the way out.

  Stacy didn’t seem to be in any mood to take chances. She had proven she could break me in an hour but it had been close. She tied me to the wall right after the clock chimed out ten.

  “Pam,” she said, “I want to give you a final choice. My final offer still stands. If you agree I will cut you down and the bet is off. If I have to make you say yes then your yes will be to permanent slavery.”

  I looked at her and the coldness crept back into my eyes. She smiled but I could see the uncertainty. She was so sure she knew me, how could I still resist? I let the coldness become frost.

  “Stacy, I won’t be as lenient as you have been,” I said.

  That rocked her. The uncertainty turned to fear but only for an instant. She was tough and she was strong but… she wasn’t me.

  She started on me and it was torture. I could have dropped myself into the abyss she presented and never cared to come up again. I loved her. I wanted her but that kernel of pride that made me who I was remained.

  I was panting out my need. My heart felt like it would explode and I wanted so badly to hold her and kiss her and tell her that I loved her but I couldn’t. Sadness enveloped me for what was to come and I started crying.

  “Oh, Pammy,” she sobbed, “please don’t make me do this. I love you. I don’t know how this got so wrong. Please let me stop. Please say yes.”

  The clock struck eleven and it was like someone had shot adrenaline into my body. I whipped my head around and drilled her with my eyes.

  “YES,” I shouted.

  “Oh, thank god,” she cried, holding me tightly.

  “No, Stacy,” I said coldly, “you misunderstood. That was a YES as in FINALLY!”

  “What?”

  “Ashlee,” I asked, “what time is it?”

  “I just heard the clock strike eleven so it must be…”

  “Check your cell for the right time,” I demanded.

  She looked at her cell and then at Stacy. The look she gave her was as if she had just found out that Stacy was a leper. She cringed away from her and looked at me.

  “It’s…uh…its three minutes after twelve,” she stammered.

  Stacy grabbed her phone and looked at it and then at me. The light fled from her eyes and she started to whimper. Ashlee walked over and released me from the wall and helped me to the couch. She was already trying to repair the dynamic but I brushed her aside. Barbara looked at us blankly.

  “What’s going on?” Barbara asked.

  “Double forfeit,” Ashlee whispered.

  “Huh?”

  “Stacy didn’t release her by the deadline. It’s double forfeit,” Ashlee explained. “She gets Stacy for twice the time.”

  “How?” Barbara asked.

  “I set the time back on the clock,” I said.

  “Oh.”

  “Yes, oh,” I purred, “now why don’t you two little sluts leave so my new slave and I can get better acquainted?”

  A Week on the Chain

  “Harriet, do remember what we agreed if I caught you doing that again?”

  I looked up and my roommate was leaning on the door jamb. I pulled my hand away from my clit. Damn, I had been so close. I thought she was at her art class.

  “Art class was canceled,” she said, as if reading my thoughts.

  “I’m sorry, Kathleen,” I said, “I just needed…”

  “Do you remember what we agreed?”

  “Yes,” I said weakly.

  “What did we agree, Harriet?”

  “A week on the chain,” I said meekly.

  “And?”

  “In
…in the…belt.”

  “Put it on,” she said dropping the hateful thing on the bed next to me.

  I looked at it and my mind rebelled. A week on the chain was bad but, locked up in this…this restrictive Middle Ages abomination was horrifying. I knew Kathleen and once she had my pussy locked away I would be chaste until my week was up. She would also delight in teasing me unmercifully the entire time.

  “Kathleen,” I begged, “please, not the belt.”

  “Why, Harriet?” she asked. “Would you promise not to touch yourself if I didn’t make you wear it?”

  She had a point. I had promised not to touch myself and she and just walked in on me breaking my promise but…a week in the belt?

  “Kathleen, I promise.”

  “That you won’t play with yourself?”

  “Yes.”

  “For a whole week?”

  “Yes, Kath I promise.”

  “Then it really doesn’t make a difference, does it?”

  “What?”

  “If you’re locked away or not.”

  “Kath…”

  “I mean if you are saying that you won’t touch yourself then being locked up is no big deal, is it?”

  “But…”

  “Put the fucking belt on you cheating little slut,” she barked.

  “Kath, I love you,” I said, trying one more time to keep this awful thing from happening.

  “And I love you, Harriet,” she said. “It’s why I need you locked up.”

  “Because you love me?”

  “Yes, Harriet, and it sickens me when you cheat on me like you do.”

  “Kath honey, I would never…”

  “Bullshit, Harriet. Do you think I’m stupid?”

  “What?”

  “I catch you in here on the bed naked with your fingers playing a symphony on your cunt and you pretend that you aren’t cheating.”

  “I...I’m not. I just need…”

  “You just need a week in the belt,” she said.