Kathryn and Sara (Jym) - f/f, b/d
Claire - hope you enjoy this.
My name is Kathryn Lassiter and I'm thirty-four years old. I'm asuccessful
attorney, a partner in a solid mid-sized law firm locatedin a wealthy town in
New England. I'm a tall, athletic woman withlight brown hair, hazel/green eyes,
and a nice figure. I'm notbeautiful, but I am attractive, especially in the
summer when I have anice tan and my hair has blonde streaks from the sun. My
legs are mybest feature - long and sleek and shapely.
My life was turned upside down a year ago when my husband and twochildren
were killed in an automobile accident. I was devastated. Mylife was over as
far as I was concerned. I got through the funeraland all rest on a kind of
automatic pilot - I was there, andinteracted with people, but it wasn't really
me. Afterward, when itwas all over, and I was alone at last, I broke down.
I mean I really broke down. Not a classic nervous breakdown. Ijust stopped.
Stopped caring, stopped doing, stopped living. Idrank. A lot. I still went to
the office everyday but I didn't getmuch done. My partners were tolerant at
first but their tolerancedidn't last that long. They warned me that I'd have to
snap out of myfunk and start pulling my weight, but I didn't pay any attention.
Then I got a second warning - my secretary, who'd been with me foryears, was
taken away and replaced with a young woman from thesecretarial pool. Sara had
just turned 25 at the time and wasconsidered a misfit by everyone at the firm -
she was small and slim,her hair was cropped extemely short and had a purple
streak in it, andshe was obviously gay. The fact that she was an excellent
legalsecretary with a college degree and was going to law school hadnothing to
do with everyone's opinion of her. She was different, anin-your-face lesbian
activist and the partners, myself included whenI'd cared, wanted her out.
She came to work for me on a Wednesday and by Friday she wasobviously
disgusted with me. When I left the office early she wassitting at her desk and
didn't even look up when I walked past. Shemust have swung into action as soon
as I was gone and she must havedone some real wheeling and dealing.
I didn't know anything about it until later that evening when sheshowed up at
my front door. I was working on my third martini andfeeling no pain. I was
astonished to see her and demanded to knowwhat she wanted. She pushed past me
and told me to close the door."We have to talk. Now. And decide our futures."
We stood there in the hall, facing each other at fairly closerange. I asked
her what she meant by 'our futures' and she made aface. "Haven't you figured it
out yet? They put me with you becausethey want to get rid of both of us. They
couldn't dump me while I wasin the pool, but now that I'm working for you they
can let me go whenthey dump your ass. I won't be needed anymore. It's the
perfectsolution."
She was right. I should have seen it right away, but I hadn't beenthinking
about much except drinking. "What do you plan to do aboutit? I think they can
do pretty much what they want, all thingsconsidered." Normally I would have
been the one to make the plans,but.....
Sara grinned. I know a few things and I have a friend or two downthere. I
did some talking this afternoon and made a deal with them.I get until the day
after Labor Day, just over six weeks, to get youback into shape. If I do, we
both have a job. If I don't, I agreedthat we'd both go quietly."
I stared at her in shock. "What gave you the right...." Then Istopped. She
was fighing for her job too and had every right to makethe best deal she could.
I started again. "So, what are you going todo?"
"It's what we're going to do, you're in this too. I'm moving inwith your for
the duration and get you back into shape. Anyobjections?" She leaned back
against the wall with her arms foldedacross her chest and waited for me to
speak.
I hesitated for a moment, trying to marshall my thoughts. Mythinking was
three-martini fuzzy. "I think you should leave and leaveme alone." Lame, but
the best I could come up with at the moment.
She shook her head. "No, I'm not leaving. And you're going to doexactly
what I say." As she spoke, she straightened up and her handflicked out and she
slapped me across the face, hard. I reeled backagainst the wall and rubbed my
cheek. "Any questions," she demanded?Before I could speak she slapped me again.
Very hard. "No? Good.Now lets get my stuff out of the car."
She ushered me outside and we got her things from her car. Twosuitcases, a
backpack, and several boxes of books. We took themupstairs and put them in the
guest bedroom. Then she made me give hera complete tour of the house and
grounds. My husband and I hadpurchased the house with money inherited from my
grandmother. It's abig colonial (12 rooms) set on 3.5 acres land in a secluded
suburbanlocation. No houses closer that 200 yards and none within view orwith a
view onto our property.
We did a lot of work on the place when we first bought it - had apool put in
with a combination pool-house and gym next to it. Didsome extensive
landscaping, but left almost 3/4 of an acre, down itthe back, covered with trees
and bushes. The front and side yardswere landscaped and planted extensively
(and expensively).
Sara was impressed even though I had let things go - the pool wasdirty, the
yard was overgrown and there was a lot of work to be done.When we got back
inside Sara poured me a drink and said, "Enjoy it.This is your last one.
Tomorrow we start working your ass back intoshape." I downed the drink eagerly
and reached for the bottle. Shebackhanded me across the face and snarled, "That
was your last drink.Now go to bed."
I stumbled upstairs and fell asleep immediately. She dragged meout of bed at
5:30 the next morning. Literally dragged me out of bedand made me take a cold
shower. Then she made me get into my sweatsand run with her. We only managed a
half-mile, but she felt it was astart. Back at the house we had breakfast
(coffee only for me) andthen both took showers and got dressed.
We spent the morning making the rounds, buying things that Sarafelt were
needed. A stop at the hardware store resulted in thepurchase of 50' of heavy
chain, several padlocks, a couple of heavybrush knives, and some other tools.
Then we stopped at a beautyparlor owned by a friend of Sara's. We got there
early, before itopened, so there was nobody to witness Sara slapping me
intosubmission so that her friend could crop my hair until it was nolonger than
1/2" anywhere on my head. It completely changed the way Ilooked. She also had
me waxed - a painful process that left me smoothand bare below the waist.
When we arrived back at the house, Sara went into the bathroom andI stared
into the hall mirror for five minutes, unable to believe howdifferent I looked
with my hair cropped. Then Sara appeared anddragged me upstairs to my bedroom.
She told me that we were going toget started and I had better do as I was told.
Then she told me totake my clothes off. I refused. She backhanded me across
the faceand then pinned me against the wall. "Listen, bitch, and listen
good!I'm a tough dyke and I'm into heavy S/m - I don't mind hurting you.Do as
your told or I will. Understand?"
I nodded and she stepped back. I took a deep breath and thenremoved my
clothes. After I started to unbutton my top, she turnedand went over to my
closet. She rummaged around and came out with apair of work boots that I hadn't
worn in months. Then she found apair of cotton socks in my dresser. When I
finished undressing, shetossed the socks to me and told me to put them on. She
informed methat the socks and workboots were the only garments I was allowed
towear. Then she hesitated and said, "You need a sweatband, findsomething to
put around your forehead to keep the sweat out of youreyes." I found an old red
bandana that my husband had used for thesame purpose and put it on.
Then we started working. First we stripped the bed and got all thetowels and
made a big pile of laundry. I took the first load downwhile Sara cleaned the
master bath. Then I went back and helped her.We spent the rest of the morning
cleaning the upstairs. It wasn'tthat big a job because I had just been using
the master bedroom andbathroom. It was mostly a matter of dusting and
vacuuming.
Then we had lunch. I had to fix it and serve it out on the backpatio. When
I went to sit down Sara shook her head and said, "No."Then I got my next lesson.
I was a non-person, not allowed to sit atthe table with her. She made me take
my lunch and sit on the steps toeat. After lunch we cleaned the downstairs.
That took the entireafternoon and left me exhausted. Whenever I faltered Sara
drove meback to work with a slap. After the second incident she went
upstairsand returning with a little leather quirt hanging from her belt. Itook
that across the ass a couple of times and it hurt. I workedhard.
I had to cook and serve supper, again on the patio. Then Sara wentupstairs
while I did the dishes. When she returned she brought thechain, the locks, a
slim metal collar and some heavy eyebolts. Thenshe went down to the cellar and
returned with my husband's cordlessdrill. She drilled a hole high in the wall
at one back corner of thepool house and screwed one of the eyebolts in, using a
screwdriverslipped through the eye for leverage. Then she attached one end
ofthe chain, locking it with on the the padlocks.
When that was done she came over and handed me the metal collar.She told me
to put it on and slapped me when I refused. I was tiredof being slapped and
lunged for her. That was a big mistake. Shepunched me in the belly and used
the quirt on me as I knelt on thegrass, holding my belly and gasping for breath.
I screamed and beggedher to stop. She did, but not until I had taken five or
six hard cutsacross my back. I put the collar on and she secured it with
anotherof the padlocks. Finally, the chain was locked to a ring set in theback
of the collar.
Fifty feet of chair allowed me to move around a sizeable area ofthe yard near
the pool. It also allowed me to come around to thefront of the poolhouse and
get inside. But only just a few feetinside. Sara informed me that I would
spend my nights chained in theyard until I was a person again. I protested.
"What about a bed?What about a toilet? This is inhuman! You can't do this to
me!"
She grinned. "I can and I am. You can sleep on the bare floor inthe
poolhouse. Any more out of you and I'll shorten the chain so youhave to stay
outside all night. And I'll get you a bucket to use whenyou have to go to the
bathroom. Any questions?" I started to open mymouth and she lashed out with
the quirt, catching me across the hip.I screamed in pain and she grinned.
"Good, if there are no questionthen I'm going in." And she did.
I spent a cold, miserable night huddled on the floor of thepoolhouse. The
next morning I was outside early, waiting for Sara tocome and release me. She
came out about six a.m. with a cup of coffeein one hand and a slice of toast in
the other. She nodded to me andsat down of the steps. "Aren't you going to
release me," I asked?
"Yes, later, after I've showered and gotten dressed." Shecontinued to sip
her coffee and take bites of toast.
"Well, how about me? Don't I get any coffee?"
She glanced at me and said, "Beg. On your knees."
"Never!"
She grinned. "Suit yourself. It's no skin off my nose. When I'mfinished
we'll get to work on the pool."
I held out for a couple of minutes. The I moved as close to thesteps as I
could and dropped to my knees. "Please, may I have a cupof coffee? Please!"
Sara stood up. "That's better. I'll be back in a moment." Shereturned a
couple of minutes later with a cup of coffee and a slice ofbuttered toast. She
handed them to me and the returned to sit on thesteps. I took a sip of coffee
and nothing had ever tasted sowonderful! The toast disappeared quickly and I
asked for another butSara shook her head. I had to be content with the coffee.
A few minutes later Sara put her cup down and pulled a set of keysout of her
pocket. She unlocked the chain from my collar and told meto follow her. She
walked into the house and paused just inside thedoor while I stopped and removed
my boots. Then, wearing just mywhite cotton socks, I followed her upstairs to
the master bathroom.
She allowed me to shower and brush my teeth. Then she sent me toget a clean
pair of socks. When I returned, she was just steppinginto the shower. I was
surprised at how beautiful her slim, boyishbody was without closes. Sara's not
beautiful, but she is attractiveand without clothes she looked very sexy. Her
small round breastswere tipped with little pink nipples. Her belly was flat and
herpubic area was smooth and bare. Her slim legs were very pretty,especially
her firm sleek thighs.
As she stepped into the shower she glanced back at me and smiled.Then she
snapped her fingers and said, "Kneel". I obeyedinstinctively and remained on my
knees while she showered and driedoff. She told me to stay where I was when she
left the bathroom toget dressed. When she returned she was wearing jeans and a
sleevelessdenim workshirt. She snapped her fingers and said, "Let's get
going.We've got lots to do today." As I followed her down the hall Inoticed
that the leather quirt was hanging from her right wrist. Ishivered, remembering
what it had felt like when she used it on me theday before.
The last thing we'd done the night before was to open the drain onthe pool in
anticipation of cleaning it in the morning. When we gotoutside we found that
most of the water had drained out, leaving a fewpuddles of scummy water at the
bottom of the pool. Cleaning the poolinvolved the use of a harsh chemical
cleaner and Sara decided to letme put on some clothes. She came in with me
because she decided asleeveless shirt wasn't good for her to wear. I put on a
pair ofjeans and a long-sleeved denim jacket. Nothing else - no underwear,no
bra. Sara changed into a sweatshirt and we went back outside.
We worked liked dogs. Sara didn't let me slack off a bit and I wasexhausted
by noontime. She worked just as hard, but I still resentedher when she drove me
on with the quirt. After a short break forlunch we went back to work and were
ready to refill the pool by 5 p.m.I did the final rinsing with the garden hose
after removing everythingbut the metal collar. When I was done and Sara had
inspected it, westarted filling it again. Then we showered and had supper.
Aftersupper I was chained in the yard again.
The pool was only half-filled by the next morning and Sara wasdisappointed.
I assured her that it would be filled by that night andwe could add the
necessary chemicals and be swimming late the nextday. We spent the day working
in the yard. Sara made me keep a goodcoating of SPF15 suntan lotion on at all
times. She spread it over myback for me and I was surprised at how gentle she
was. She wasn'tgentle when she thought I wasn't working hard enough and I felt
thequirt several times that day. And the next. And the day after that.We
worked hard with occasional breaks for a cooling swim. We bothswam nude.
By the end of the first week the yard was in good shape. I wassurprised to
realize how much better I was feeling. On Friday night Itook a long look in the
mirror and saw that my muscles were firming upagain and I looked fitter. The
scales confirmed that I had lost eightof the twenty-two pounds I'd put on while
I was drinking. I had somescratches and bruises and a few welts from the quirt,
but I was alsotanned and looking better.
With the yard in good shape, Sara began working me in the gym. Shealso made
me swim countless laps in the pool. Some things were stillhard to handle.
Sleeping in the pool house on the bare floor was one.Peeing in front of Sara was
still embarassing. That first night, whenshe'd brought out the pail for me to
use I'd been embarassed at thethought of using it. But I did. She had me empty
it each morning andevening. But that first day we worked in the yard, when I
had to peeI started to walk back to use the pail. Sara shook her head when
Iexplained where I was going. "No, it's a waste of time. Squat andpee here."
"You're joking, aren't you?" She wasn't. I squatted and looked upat her
with tears in my eyes. "Why are you humiliating me like this?"
She shrugged. "I'm going to tear you down and build you back up.You have to
lose your inhibitions and your bad habits before you canheal." That first time
was hard, but it got easier. I was stillembarassed, but I was getting used to
it.
At the end of the second week I found I'd lost another ten pounds.I was
getting lean and fit. My muscle tone was back. I was verynicely tanned. Sara
rewarded me with dinner at a restaurant. I worea dress, thigh highs, and heels.
Underwear and a bra. It was thefirst time in ten days that I had worn a stitch
of clothing. Dinnerwas wonderful. We talked about law school, the firm and the
variouspartners, the work we'd been doing. Sara's plans for the future. Alot
of things. After we left, Sara drove to the beach and we boughtice cream cones
from a vendor and watched the moon on the water.
As we ate our ice cream and chatted, Sara glanced at me from timeto time.
Finally, she asked me if something was wrong. I laughed andsaid, "You'll think
it's really stupid."
She shook her head and said, "No, I won't. Go ahead and tell me."
I felt myself blushing as I whispered, "It feels strange to bewearing
clothes. Uncomfortable."
She smiled and glanced around. It was after 10 p.m. and the beachwas
deserted. The ice cream truck was long gone. "What do you wantto do?"
I hesitated. "May I take my clothes off?" She nodded and Iquickly stripped
and tossed everything into the car. Then I sighed.I felt better wearing nothing
but the collar. Then I asked Sara aboutwhat she'd said about being a dyke and
being heavily in S/m.
She shrugged. "No much to tell. I'm a dominant lesbian. I liketo enslave
my lovers and dominate them completely. Break them andretrain them the way I
want them."
I shivered. "Are you going to break me? Enslave me?"
She stared at the water in silence and I thought she wasn't goingto answer.
Finally she asked me if that's what I wanted.
It was my turn to hesitate. "I'm not sure. I hate the pain whenyou use the
quirt on me, but I get excited when I think about itlater. I'm wet now just
talking about it." I blushed and shechuckled.
She said it was time to go and we got into the car. As she startedit up she
glanced over at me and said, "I'll think about it." She wassilent the entire
way home. That night, as I huddled on the floor ofthe poolhouse, she opened the
door and tossed me a light blanket andleft without saying a word.
The next day, and every day for the next two weeks, we clearedbrush in the
morning and worked out in the gym and pool in the heat ofthe afternoon. We
worked even if it rained. By the end of the fourthweek I was fitter than I had
ever been. My weight was down to 127pounds (I'm 5'10") and I looked great.
Sara took my measurements -35-26-34. I'd lost 2 inches off my waist, 2.5 off my
hips, and aninch from my bustline. Of course I was down from a c-cup to a
b-cupbut that didn't bother me. My hair was shot through and through withblonde
streaks from being outside most of the time.
That night, after supper, Sara went upstairs and didn't come downuntil long
after I'd finished the dishes. I was waiting outside forher, expecting her to
lock the chain to my collar as usual. When shecame out, she took a key out of
her pocket and unlocked the collar. Iwas stunned and asked her what was going
on.
"I'm leaving. You're ready to to back to work. You don't need meanymore.
I'm all packed. Please help me bring my stuff out to mycar." She turned away
and walked back up the steps. I followed,stunned and silent. We brought
everything out to her car and I stoodthere and watched her turn the car and
drive down the driveway.
I should have been happy and I was - happy that I was off the boozeand back
in shape, ready to go back to work. I wasn't sure how I feltabout Sara leaving.
I went back in and locked the front door behindme. I walked through the house -
it was immaculate, Sara wouldn'ttolerate anything less. I rubbed my right
buttock where she'd caughtme with the quirt not two hours previously. I had a
good welt there,but I'd deserved it. I was shocked to realize how accepting I
was ofcorporal punishment!
I walked out the back door and down the steps, glancing around atall the work
we'd done. I sat on the edge of the pool and dangled myfeet in the water. I
was still nude and felt no desire to getdressed. I sat there for quite a while
and after a few minutes Istarted to cry. I cried for several minutes - I wasn't
sure why I wascrying, but I told myself it was relief that I was now free, but
thatwas a lie. I was crying because I felt so alone.
After I cried myself out I got up and went into the house. Irummaged around
and found a long lenght of rope in the cellar. I tookit back outside and found
a good spot where there was a sturdy treelimb at the right height. I fashioned
a noose and tossed it over thelimb, tying the other end around the trunk of the
tree. Then I wentand got a stool to stand on. I climbed up and placed the
noose aroundmy neck.
I took a last look around and was about to step off when I heard ascream,
"Nooooooo!" I glanced around and saw Sara running across thepatio. She stopped
in front of me and screamed, "Get that fuckin'noose off you dumb bitch!" I
obeyed and she grabbed my arm and pulledme down off the stool. Then she undid
the noose and tied my wristswith the rope. I stood there while she untied the
rope from the treetrunk, pulled it until I was up on the tips of my toes, and
thenretied it. She left me there and returned a few minutes later withthe quirt
and a ball-gag.
As she forced the gag into my mouth she called me a stupid,worthless cunt and
told me that she was going to teach me a lesson.She did. She beat me for almost
an hour while I screamed into thegag. She started at my shoulders, in back, and
worked her way down tomy heels. Then she stepped around in front of me and
worked her wayup my body. By the time she stopped I was drenched with
sweat,covered with welts and hanging limp, the pain in my wrists a minorthing.
She told me later that I barely twitched when she gave me thelast five across my
tits.
When she took the gag out I was sobbing in agony. She lifted mychin until we
were staring into each other's eyes. "Have you learnedyour lesson?"
I nodded. "Yes, please don't hurt me anymore. Please! I'll doanything!"
She untied me and whipped me back to the pool. I stumbled along,sobbing and
begging for mercy. When we got to the pool, she forced meto kneel and beg to be
collared again. "This time it's permanent.You're asking for lifetime slavery!
Is that what you want?"
I stared up at her and whispered, "Yes, please. I want to be yourslave." I
dropped down onto my belly and licked her feet insubmission. She let me do it
for a couple of minutes and then orderedme back onto my knees. She collared me
and I cried with pleasure asshe locked it on. Then she spreadeagled me on the
fence, my back tothe fence, and gagged me with a length of toweling. She told
me thatit would muffle my screams, but still allow her to enjoy them. As
afurther cover, she brought out a portable radio and turned it on.Then she beat
me while I screamed and begged for mercy.
After a couple of minutes she stopped beating me and fucked me withthe handle
of the quirt. I didn't orgasm, but it felt good. She beatme again and then
masturbated me to orgasm. Then she beat me againfor a couple of minutes before
getting down on her knees to lick mypussy. I had never been eaten by a woman
before and it was fantastic!I orgasmed twice.
That's the way it went for a couple of hours. Short, hard beatingsfollowed
by great sex. The following day was more of the same. Westayed out at the pool
most of the time. The day passed very slowly.Sun, sex, swimming, and beatings.
Then, that night, she spreadeagledme on the fence and told me that she was going
to break me. She did.In twenty savage minutes using a pair of pliers and some
straightpins. She turned the radio up and I screamed my guts out as shetortured
me, putting needles through my nipples, labia and clit. Sheknew I was broken
when I begged her to let me be her toilet. Shepissed in my mouth and I
swallowed every drop. I was enslaved.
That night I slept in a bed for the first time in almost fiveweeks. She put
on a strap-on dildo and fucked my brains out! It wasfantastic! I screamed with
pleasure when she put me on my belly andfucked me in the ass! I had never
allowed my husband to do that and Iwas shocked at how much I enjoyed it. The
next few days passed in ahaze of sun, sex, and exercise. We worked at clearing
the back partof the property, swam, fucked, and I learned how to please her with
mytongue, my fingers, and a strap-on dildo. I learned how to respond tothe most
subtle gestures and unspoken commands. I learned to be anude lez sex slave. I
learned to love it.
On Saturday, with one full week ahead of us, we were content. Shetook me
downtown and had my hair cropped short and had me waxed again.I was wearing a
white cotton tank top and a very short denim skirt.No underwear, no hosiery, no
bra. A pair of Dr. Scholls on my feet.I felt comfortable stripping in front of
her friend. We all chattedwhile she was cutting my hair and waxing me. I was
nude for the wholething and happy about it.
Then she took me to a jewelery store run by a young lesbian couple.On the
drive over she stroked my bare thighs and mentioned that shewas going to have me
pierced. I shivered with fear and whispered,"Where?"
She shrugged. "Nipples. Labia. Navel. Clit maybe. No placevisible. You
have to work. I've heard that a tiny stainless steelstud through the base of
your clit will keep you in an almost constantstate of sexual arousal." She fell
silent for a moment. "What do youthink, slave?"
"It scares me, mistress," I whispered, "But if it pleases you thanI am
happy."
She looked over at me and grinned. "You learn so fast!"
As she talked with the women at the jewelry store I wandered aroundand looked
at everything. Then she snapped her fingers and I shed myclothes without
hesitation. The younger woman, a cute redhead, cuppedmy tits and ran her thumbs
over my nipples, causing them to hardeninstantly. I glanced at Sara and
blushed. She grinned. The redheadpronounced my nipples perfect for piercing.
Then I sat on a benchwith my legs spread while they examined my genitals with
gloved hands,chatting with Sara all the while. They decided to put a ring in
myclitoral hood, two rings in each labia, a stud in the base of my clit,and a
ring in each nipple.
They numbed my nipples with ice cubes and pierced them first. Asthey worked,
the redhead head continually assured me that I was doingfine. I blushed when
she glanced at Sara and asked, "Do you use herasshole much?" Sara shook her
head, "Not enough, but that willchange."
Then, in quick succession, they pierced my labia and clitoral hoodand
inserted the selected gold rings. This time numbing me with aninjection of
Novacaine. It turned out that the redhead was a doctorand instead of being 23
or 24 as I had guessed, she was 32. The studin the base of my clit was last and
then I was done. (Sara was right- it keeps me aroused almost constantly,
something I've had to learnto deal with.) The rings in my labia each have a 3"
gold chainattached. The chains hang down and brush my thighs as I walk. A
realturn-on. Sara can hang little weights from them if she wishes. Orheavy
weights to punish me.
Our next stop was a tattoo artist - again a lesbian. The word'slave' was
tattoed on my lower belly, just above my slit. My pubichair will hide it if it
is ever allowed to grow. Then we went homeand made love. And worked out. And
worked on the back of theproperty.
Finally the big day came. My return to work. I wore one of myconservative
gray power suits, a white silk blouse over a white silkcamisole, white
stockings, and black pumps. I looked stunning. Myskirt was short, almost six
inches above my knee, showing a lot offirm, sleek thigh. Of course, the
stockings were thigh highs, I woreno panties, and no bra. I felt sexier than
ever. Sara dressed up tooand looked very very nice.
I got a nice reception and the partners were happy that I was back.With good
reason - I had always been the one to bring in the clients -the 'rainmaker' as
it were. I got a great deal of pleasurespeculating about what they might think
if they saw me nude - saw thewelts on my ass from the beating I'd received early
that morning, orsaw the rings piercing my body. Of course, they were happy when
Itold them that Sara would remain as my secretary, but less happy whenI told
them that the firm would pay for her to finish law school andfurnish me with
another assistant to help Sara.
They would have been stunned to see me bent over my desk afterlunch. Taking
10 strokes across my bare ass for being sarcastic toSara. I was back as an
attorney but I was still a slave!
THE END?
