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Spanked to Submission: Love Story

By: silkstockingslover



Spanked to Submission: A Love Story

Summary: White boss tries to break free from young black seductress.

Thanks 1: To the real Annie-girl who inspired this story.

Thanks 2: To all my friends who read this story and gave suggestions (Julia, Julie, Danielle, and Anne.)

Thanks 3: To my brilliant editors who catch my mistakes (Steve B for his suggestions and Estragon for his copy editing and MAB7991 for final proof read).

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NOTE 1: Of course, all participants are 18 years of age and older.

NOTE 2: Part of this story was released a couple years ago, but I took it down a while ago and have completely rewritten it with a couple more chapters, a completely different sub-plot and a much different ending (this one has one!!!)

NOTE 3: Although there are elements of BDSM, this second part has a softer spin to it and is at the core a lesbian coming of age love story thus it could be a variety of categories (BDSM and interracial for example), I have chosen to put it in lesbian.

RECAP:

This part will be a lot more enjoyable and make more sense if you read the first novella first. But below is a very brief recap of the 2011 story:

In Spanked by Submission: A Novella white intense boss Annie is manipulated and seduced be her temp black 18-year-old employee and begins a lengthy journey into sexual submission including a variety of humiliations and. Punishments. She tries many times to break the powerful allure of the arrogant black seductress but always ends up in back on the lap being spanked or between the legs of her black Mistress.

For a reminder, Annie-girl is spanked multiple times, forced to get a strange Brazilian, made to orgasm with a phone inside her pussy and fuck a variety of interesting objects, made to service strangers and follow a very extreme Slave Code which is re-published here:

THE SLAVE CODE:

1. You will always call your Mistress Ms. Audree. This includes in front of clients, our co-workers and our boss.

2. You don't have a vagina, you have a cunt.

3. You don't have breasts, you have tits.

4. You will keep your CUNT shaved at all times.

5. You will only wear panties when you are on your period.

6. You will no longer wear a bra...ever. What is the point, anyway? It is not like you have grown up tits anyway.

7. You will wear thigh high stockings or garter & stockings every day

8. You will not wear slacks anymore.

9. You will wear heels of at least 3 inches to work every day, although Ms. Audree may insist on specific heels.

10. You may only orgasm after you have received proper permission from Ms. Audree.

11. You will always look Miss Audree in the eye when she is speaking to you.

12. You will always be ready for your Friday spanking.

13. Whenever you hear the command "Kneel" you will instantly drop to your knees.

14. You will never lie or keep anything from Ms. Audree.

15. You will never question anything Ms. Audree says.

16. You will say the following sentence after each spank. "Thank you, Ms. Audree, may I have another."

17. Your personal schedule must be approved by Ms. Audree.

18. Your cell phone will always be on so Ms. Audree can contact you at any given moment.

19. You will not think; slaves are like bimbos...their role is not to think, but to obey; you must accept that Ms. Audree knows what is best for you.

20. You will never disobey a direct order.

THE PUNISHMENT:

1. You start with 10 spanks.

2. Each disobedience increases your spank count.

 a. Each time you don't acknowledge me properly is one additional spank.

 b. Each time you do not look me in the eye when I speak or when you speak to me is one additional spank.

 c. Having an orgasm without permission will add an additional 10 spanks to your total, for each forbidden orgasm.

 d. Every other disobedience will have an additional punishment based on the severity as decided by Ms. Audree.

3. Any additional spanks can be done at any time Ms. Audree feels is prudent.

In this finale, after getting caught in the act of submission by her a good friend, the pregnant Jane, Annie-girl desperately tries to reclaim herself one last time...will she be successful?

Read ahead to find out.



SPANKED BY SUBMISSION: A Love Story



20. REFLECTION

Once I finally admitted to Jane I no longer had control of my own life, Jane grabbed her cell phone and made a call. I listened intently; curious to know who she was calling. Jane cursed, "Fuck, I got her machine." She waited a few seconds before leaving a message. "Dr. White, this is Jane. I have an emergency, well actually my good friend Ann does. I need to get her in to see you as soon as possible. Please call me as soon as you get this."

Jane hung the phone up and came back and held me in her arms.

Oddly, instead of feeling the great overwhelming warmth of friendship she was giving me, I felt a tingle down below, a slight flickering of a flame. I desperately tried to squelch the strange desire. My body was eagerly willing to submit to my good, pregnant, friend, while my brain was fighting against such a ridiculous desire. I fought hard to resist the burning temptation and like the old me, the stubborn determined me, I overcame the temptation. 

Jane drove me home and we avoided the topic of my transformation and instead talked about her pregnancy, her husband's refusal to have sex with her because in his mind he could hurt the baby and how bored she was at home. She joked about how the highlight of her day was what kind of freak shows would be on Jerry Springer each day. I thought to myself, I could probably have my very own special Jerry Springer moment.

Her phone rang a few blocks from my place and Jane quickly pulled over to answer it. She looked at the phone caller I.D. and informed me it was Dr. White, before quickly answering the phone. "Thank you for returning my call, Dr. White." A couple of seconds later Jane explained my fall from propriety and how I was too weak to stop it on my own.

She spoke as if I wasn't there. Listening and hearing the harsh truth of what I had become was like hitting rock bottom for a drunk. It was humiliating, devastating and humbling. It was clear, I needed professional help. 

I was distracted from my thoughts by Jane. "Dr. White is out if town this weekend, but will return early to meet with you at 8 on Monday. You can make that, right?"

I quickly agreed, desperate to get my freedom back, "Yes, Jane, I will be there."

"Excellent. Here is her card. Be early, she is a stickler for punctuality."

"Thanks Jane and I am so sorry you had to see what you saw," I apologized, tears flowing down my face.

"It's ok, Ann, I am here for you," Jane replied, giving me one more hug. For the second time though, instead of comfort, I felt temptation. Luckily, the embrace was short and soon Jane was driving me the last few blocks home. 

We said our goodbyes and I waited until her car had disappeared from my view before I went inside. I went directly to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass and took a bath. I soaked in my sin for an hour and a half and two-thirds of a bottle of wine while reflecting on the past month. There had been so many times I could have stood up for myself, so many times to get back my dignity, yet I never did. As much as I hated the utter humiliation I had endured, I also couldn't deny the pure sexual bliss I felt when I brought Ms. Audree to an orgasm or when I was finally allowed to have one myself. Although in the end, through all the degradation, all the life-altering changes, I could no longer imagine a life without Ms. Audree. 

I got out of the tub, finished the wine and gazed at the television. Sleepless in Seattle was on. It's one of my favourite movies. I love Tom Hanks; why couldn't I ever meet a sweet guy like him? I also love Meg Ryan movies. I reflected about how the movie is about the impact fate has on love. They were meant to be and thus fate and his adorable son made sure it happened. Was Ms. Audree my fate? Before she entered my life, my life had been incredibly hum-drum. I woke up, I worked, I came home and I repeated the cycle. My sex life had become non-existent and I had not had any sort of semblance of a social life. If nothing else, my life was no longer predictable and my sex life was no longer stagnant. Of course, I was often a nervous wreck and probably on a crash course to an emotional collapse. I watched the Hollywood happy ending and crawled into bed, wondering what my happy ending would look like.

21. A STRANGE DREAM

I woke up dripping in sweat and leaking out blood and juice. Great I was horny and I got my period. I sat straight up realizing my dream which seemed so real, was just a dream. As I began to really wake up, I quickly got up, cleaned myself up, put on a pad and returned to bed. I lay back on the dry side of my bed and replayed the strange, yet seemingly real, dream.

I was working late one night when a still very pregnant Jane walked into my office. I greeted, "Hi, Jane, still no baby."

Jane collapsed on the couch and sighed, "He won't even come close to me."

I quit working and went to sit beside her. "Oh Jane, men are stupid. He won't hurt the baby; actually sex can help bring labour on."

"I know," Jane said, with a smile on her face I had never seen before.

"Go home and demand he fuck you," I suggested.

Jane ignored my suggestion, "Are you still Audree's slut?"

I let out a gasp at my good friend calling me a slut. I answered her shocking question, my facial expression mortified, "Yes."

Jane's sweet expression turned, "On your knees, slut."

I didn't instantly obey, so stunned from the words of my very pregnant friend. I stammered, "J-J-Jane."

"Don't you Jane me, Annie-girl." I flinched at my friend using the derogatory pet name my black Mistress used for me. "I tried to help you but you didn't listen, so I figure I might as well get mine too."

"Yours too?" I asked, dazed.

"Yes, Annie-girl. I love you as a friend, but I have had to put up with a lot of your dramatic over-the-top bullshit over the years and today I will reap my rewards for all those years of it."

I was speechless.

"I will not ask again, Annie-girl. Get on your knees."

I obeyed, my head reeling from this shocking turn of events. 

"Good girl," Jane purred, patting my head. "Do you have a strap-on here?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jane," I replied, trying to be a good girl for her.

"Mrs. Jane, I like that," she smiled. "Now I don't plan to humiliate you like your Mistress does. It is quite simple, I need to get fucked. Hard, deep and fast and you are going to do it for me, understood?"

A smile crossed my face for the first time. Whoever had the strap-on around their waist had the power. "Understood, Mrs. Jane."

"Good, now take off the skirt and get your cock on."

I laughed at the absurd order but quickly discarded my skirt and went to my cabinet where Ms. Audree kept her supply of toys. I put on the seven inch dick and returned to a now fully naked pregnant Jane. 

She looked so beautiful in her pregnancy glow. Her breasts, regularly quite large, were now mammoth. Her large belly bump seemed sexy to me. I stood in front of her, my cock ready for action, and admired her body.

Jane impatiently ordered, "Get me wet with your tongue first, Annie-girl, you must be pretty good at it by now."

I fell to my knees like the submissive I was and was astonished to feel my cunt getting wet. Jane opened her legs to present me her hairy pussy (not as hairy as my bush before the waxing, but still a lot of hair). I leaned forward tentatively and began to lick.

The second my tongue touched her pussy lips she let out a loud moan. "Oh, Annie-girl that feels so good. You have no idea how many years I have wanted to have you as my personal slut."

I asked, stunned by the revelation, "Really?"

She pulled me back into her hairy cunt as she explained, "Of course, Annie-girl, although I have learned to tolerate your ridiculous outbursts and tantrums, a part of me has always wanted to put you in your place. I never fantasized that you would be a dirty cunt-eating dyke, but what a bonus you have become. I just wanted you to come to understand how humiliating it is to be treated like shit, but apparently you get off on that, so go figure. Aahhhh."

I couldn't believe that the person I worked with best also saw me as a whiny child. I continued to lick her hairy cunt and could feel her juices beginning to be released. I took her clit and some hair into my mouth and sucked in.

"Oh my fucking God, yes, Annie-girl, that's it," Jane screamed.

I continued the concentrated clit pressure and added a finger, which I slipped inside my pregnant friend's pussy.

"Oh yes, you fucking whore, finger me, yes, yes," Jane screamed.

I kept full pressure on her clit while I pumped my finger in and out of Jane's dripping wet box.

Jane ordered, as she sat up, turned around so her ass end was facing me, "Annie, I need to be fucked. Not made love to, fucked hard, fucked deep and fucked fast."

I got behind her and slid my plastic cock deep inside my pregnant colleague. 

She screamed, "Oh fuck yes, fuck me slut, fuck your white Mistress."

Hearing her call herself Mistress stunned me. Was this going to be more than a one-time thing? I let the thought fade away and just focused on fucking her hard and fast. I thrust in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could, so deep in fact that you could hear the spanking sound of my pelvis hitting her ass with each thrust. 

Jane was huffing and puffing and holding on to the back of the couch as I fucked her as hard as I possibly could. "Oh yes, fuck me, pound my pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee," she screamed as the orgasm shook through her body. I kept fucking her hard and deep while she shuddered in pure orgasmic bliss. Her breathing continued to be erratic until she said, "Please stop."

I pulled my plastic cock out of her and stood watching my pregnant assistant attempt to regain her composure after the hardcore fucking she had just received. 

Jane turned around and collapsed on the couch with the smile of a woman completely satisfied. "Wow, Annie-girl, if only I had known years ago what kind of sexual submissive deviant you were."

I blushed, but stood still.

She opened her legs, "Annie-girl, this is just the beginning. Now come clean up your new Mistress."  That was when I woke up. What did such a dream mean? Did I want to be dominated by Jane? The thought had never even crossed my mind before that naughty dream, other than a brief passing thought last night. My soaking wet pussy implied it turned me on. Yet, as I thought about Jane it occurred to me that she was way too sweet, way too nice to ever do what I just dreamt. 

The rest of the weekend was a mental nightmare. One minute I was determined to break free from the hold Ms. Audree had over me, the next minute I craved just the thought of her taste, her touch, her dominance. Every dream I had was one of me in complete submission: to Ms. Tiara, to Sarah, to Jane, to the redhead on the train. Submission had come to dominate my every waking and sleeping thought...which meant only one thing...I indeed needed the help of Dr. White. I had to ignore my daydreams and my many body urges, I had to regain myself....

22. THERAPY SESSION

As I prepared to leave to go to my first therapy session, I was riddled with anxiety. What would I tell Ms. Audree? What should I wear? If I broke dress code, how would I deal with the consequences Ms. Audree would attempt to administer? Would I be able to stand up for myself after one appointment? Could I deal with all the consequences that came with rejecting my Mistress? The video would surely go public. Ms. Audree was not a woman who liked to lose. Lastly, did I really want to break free?

I compromised in my dressing attire for the day. Since I now had my period, I could justify panties. I wore thigh high stockings, but I could argue I was wearing those because I now loved wearing them (which was true), and not to please my Mistress. I wore the longest skirt I owned and a nice blue blouse. I looked quite business-like.

I left a message at work that I would not be arriving until approximately 9:30. I arrived at Dr. White's office a few minutes early and waited patiently. After a few minutes of waiting, I was greeted by a pretty, but quite chunky woman. I followed her into her office and looked around. There was a nice leather couch with a matching chair, a table with four chairs, and a nice oak desk. I expected one of those beds where I would lie down as she sat in her comfy chair and psycho-analyzed me. That is what happens from watching too much TV. 

She invited me to sit on the couch and she sat, with a clipboard, on the nearby chair.

"Hi, I am Dr. White, but you can call me Helen."

"I am Ann and you can call me Ann," I replied, going for witty and trying to break the awkward tension I imagine only I felt. I wondered briefly about all the people who came in here with their problems. Where did I fit in the crazy mix of Dr. White's daily schedule?

She gave me a sweet smile and began, "So let's begin with a bit about yourself. Tell me about who you are. For example, let's start with your childhood."

I pondered this question before responding with a clarity I had never realized before today. "I grew up in an old-school family. Dad worked, mom stayed home and did the cooking, cleaning and raised all us kids."

"I see."

"I never really realized it then, but based on my past month, I have become my mother."

"How so?" Dr. White queried.

"Well, in our house the rules were very clear. Dad was the boss. It bordered on ridiculous at times. Dad would phone from downstairs while he was watching some sporting event and would call upstairs for Mom to bring him down a beer and my mom dropped whatever she was doing to get him what he requested. I never put much thought into it, but I am guessing that my mother is submissive."

"Like you?"

"Yes, I suppose," I replied, putting my head down.

"Ann, it is ok to recognize your faults, because until you do there are no strategies to change."

"Really?" I asked, suddenly hopeful.

"Yes. A drunk won't quit drinking until he accepts he has a problem, often not realizing it until he hits rock bottom."

"Not sure I understand," I responded, confused by the correlation between me and an alcoholic.

"You see you are obviously submissive, like your mother, because that is the life you grew up in. You were destined to be submissive unless you purposely attempted to avoid it."

"Ok," I tentatively responded.

"No different than a child who grew up with an alcoholic father. The odds are he will end up an alcoholic too, unless he makes a conscious dedicated effort to break free from his father's influence."

"I suppose."

After a brief pause, she asked, "Thinking back to your male relationships in high school, college and your marriage, were you submissive?"


Spanked to Submission: Love Story



"Yes, but not in the same way I have become now. I liked to please my boyfriends or my husband, both in the bedroom and just in general. In retrospect, we went to the restaurants they wanted to go to, watched the movies they chose and so forth. I never really got to make any of the choices. That is why I love my job so much."

"Because you are clearly in charge?"

"Yes, it is the exact opposite of the rest of my life."

"That makes sense." There was another pause before she informed me, "Jane told me a little about your ordeal, but I need to hear it from you."

I spent the next twenty-five minutes recalling as best I could, my sexual downfall. She listened and wrote a lot if notes, but didn't speak until the end. 

"So, do you think you are submissive to all women or just black women?"

The question was tough. I had no real frame of reference to confirm the theory, but the train temptations and the dream I had of Jane implied maybe race didn't matter. I responded, "I don't think race is a factor."

"So you would submit to any man or woman?"

"God no," I replied, getting defensive.

"What would you do if I ordered you to get on the floor right now and crawl over to me?" Dr. White asked.

I was stunned. Was this a test or was she actually implying I should submit to her? As I attempted to consider an answer, I felt my pussy tingle just the slightest. I stammered, "I don't know."

"Well let's find out," my 100 dollar an hour therapist said as she ordered, her voice shifting from compassionate to authoritative, " Ann, get on all fours, like a good pet, and crawl to me."

I was stunned. Humiliation burned inside me, but I obeyed the chubby therapist's demand and dropped to the floor and crawled over to her black pantyhose legs and two-inch heels.

As soon as I arrived, she surprised me again, "Oh my, my, this is worse than I thought. Go sit down Ann."

Humiliation burned even hotter inside me as I realized I had just failed a test. I obeyed again and returned to the couch, my head down like a child who has disappointed her mother, father or teacher.

"Ann, would you have serviced me sexually if I had ordered you to?"

"Yes," I replied, with a shameful whisper.

"Why?"

Anger replaced embarrassment, I snapped, "Why would you do that to me? I am sick of being treated like a fucking piece of meat!"

She returned to her soothing voice. "I had to see how deep you were into your submissive persona."

"But that was humiliating!" I said, still angry.

"Yet, I am guessing, and please don't be offended by my accusation, that obeying my order got you at least slightly sexually aroused. Am I correct?"

I sighed, and then I cried, and blabbered through tears, "Yes, I am so pathetic."

"Not pathetic, just hitting rock bottom."

I realized she was right. The tears still falling down my cheeks, I asked, "How do I break free?"

"By regaining your independence, Ann."

"How do I do that?"

"One day at a time. Can you be here tomorrow at 8?"

"Yes."

"OK, we will continue this tomorrow. But you need to be strong, Ann."

"I understand, but every time I think I can break free, I succumb to her charms and threats when the time comes."

"We can work on that tomorrow," she smiled, "but you need to take the initiative too. You need to regain your independence. Regain you."

"OK, Dr. White, I will try," I said.

I left her office feeling rejuvenated, yet with no real strategy to actually deal with Ms. Audree.

23. THE TEMPTATION OF PENELOPE 

I arrived at work and there was a note on my desk as usual.

Dear Annie-girl,

Come immediately to Penelope's office. 

Ms. Audree

On the bright side, there was no sexual order to fulfill. On the not so bright side, I assumed this was all part of Ms. Audree's plan to seduce Penelope. A plan I assumed she would want me to play an intricate part in.

I went to Penelope's office and was greeted by Ms. Audree, "Well, happy you could join us." Her voice sounded sweet and humorous to the others, but I could tell she wasn't pleased. 

I apologized, "Sorry, I had an 8 a.m. commitment."

Ms. Audree gave me an odd look, but luckily didn't push me which was good because I really had no idea what I was going to tell her.

Penelope explained, "I don't know how but Audree got us a meeting on Thursday with Ford and if we can get this contract we would be locked in and would be their exclusive marketing agent for five years."

"Wow, way to go, Ms. Audree," I congratulated, duly impressed.

"It was nothing," she shrugged.

"Stop being modest, Audree. It is a huge opportunity for us and you deserve the credit," Penelope said, obviously impressed by Audree's success.

Ms. Audree shrugged and joked, the true innuendo only clear to me, "Ok, ok, you should all bow to my feet and call me Goddess."

"Can we get to work on this?" Penelope's assistant, the gay Markus, asked.

Ms. Audree explained, "It is clear that Ford is hoping to aim their new campaign at younger guys. They want their F150 series trucks to be hip and cool. The kind of truck that will glorify their manhood and convince them this truck will get them laid."

Finally in a comfort zone I liked, brainstorming, I asked, "So they want to sell their truck as the Porsche of trucks?"

"Exactly," Ms. Audree agreed.

Penelope asked, "So sexy, not slutty?"

"That is the million-dollar question. I was thinking we should start with a sexy campaign, but have a naughtier one ready as well."

"In three days?" Markus asked.

"Yep, do you have a problem with that, Princess?" Audree challenged.

He glared in response. Penelope took charge now, "Well, let's get cracking."

The rest of the morning was brainstorming. We tossed around idea after idea before finally settling on a somewhat risqué idea. "Do you want to get trucked?" the innuendo was clearly there, but if the censorship police questioned it, we could always argue ambiguity. 

We had lunch ordered in and worked through the afternoon on a variety of poster ads. By suppertime we had hit a brick wall. Every ad was to this or to that.

Penelope was rubbing her neck when Ms. Audree asked, "Do you need a neck massage, Penelope?"

Penelope yawned, "Are you offering?"

"Of course, I give a mean neck and back massage."

Ms. Audree went behind her and gently began rubbing her neck. I couldn't believe it, but I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw Ms. Audree giving such attention to another woman. I shook the envy from my thoughts. I needed to regain my independence. Instead I tried to solve this ad problem. 

Then suddenly it hit me. The truck should be at a motel, parked, a girl's stocking leg, like in The Graduate movie poster, in the window and the slogan, "Do you want to get trucked?" Of course, any hint of ambiguity would be gone with such an ad, but the ad would be perfect for the young crowd they were aiming at, especially in magazines like Maxim. The ad could be placed in guy's bathrooms as well. I quickly made a demo ad.

I glanced over to Penelope who had her eyes closed and then up to Ms. Audree, who was smiling at me. 

I broke their moment of odd intimacy when I proclaimed, "I think I got one!"

They came over and saw the ad I had quickly put together. As expected, they loved it.

"So naughty and delicious," Penelope said.

"Fucking perfect," Ms. Audree agreed.

"Well, a bit too extreme for my liking, but I bet guys will love it," Markus said, as close to a compliment that I would ever get from Markus.

"And we can make a whole line with different pictures in the window. Different girls, different poses, whatever we want," I suggested. 

Markus said, "Well that is a wrap for me ladies. I got to get going. I am meeting Wally at the Broadway House."

He left and Penelope asked, "Well that solves our risqué ad. Now what about our more conservative ad?" 

Ms. Audree, who had been on her feet all day, and was wearing four-inch heels, sighed, "I don't know, but my feet are killing me." She sat on Penelope's couch and took off her heels. She looked at Penelope with a look I knew all too well: come to me. 

There was a brief pause, and I watched intrigued as I saw Penelope considering this. Penelope gave in, just as Ms. Audree assumed she would. She defended her decision, "Well you gave me a neck massage, so I guess I owe you one." I watched, like a bystander watching a hit and run, knowing this was going to get messy eventually. Penelope sat on the couch as well and put Ms. Audree's beige stocking-covered feet in her lap.

In truth, it was all harmless, just a friend giving another friend a foot massage. But if you add in the earlier lesbian flirtation at the bar it became potentially more. Plus, if someone else walked in right now, they would see a superior giving an assistant, a temp assistant, a foot massage. 

Ms. Audree looked at me smugly, and I knew this was just the next phase of her seduction.

The massage went on for about ten minutes when it abruptly was interrupted by Penelope's cell. She answered it. It was her husband reminding her about some bridge night they were supposed to be at in forty- five minutes. 

Five minutes later, it was just Ms. Audree and me for the first time today. She was still shoeless on the couch when she asked, "Where were you this morning, Annie-girl?"

I had come up with a variety of relatively believable lies, but when the time came to choose one I couldn't. Instead I told the truth. "I was at a psychologist."

"Really?" she said, drawing out the word really over-dramatically.

"Yes, Jane set it up."

"I see," she considered before asking, "and what did you learn?"

I looked away from her as I repeated the advice I was given earlier today, "I am supposed to regain my independence."

"I see," Ms. Audree commented, standing up and walking towards me. "Do you no longer want to be my white lesbian slut, Annie-girl?"

The question I feared most. Depending on my emotional state, the answer would be different. At 9:30 this morning the answer was an obvious and unwavering 'no, I don't want to be your white lez slut anymore.' Yet at this moment, after watching her begin another seduction, and being alone with just her, all I wanted was to please her. I tried to explain, "Ms. Audree, I am very confused. I know I should be able to resist you and shouldn't want to please you. But I do. It is very unhealthy for me, yet I can't stop."

Ms. Audree was now directly in front of me and instead of some harsh disciplinary action, she kissed me: soft, gentle, caring. I returned the kiss, as my legs became jelly and my body began to tingle. When she broke the kiss, she explained, "Annie-girl, I know what is best for you. You need a Mistress, you need me. Don't you?"

The answer was obvious, "Yes, Ms. Audree."

"Good girl. Do you have any more appointments with the doctor?"

"Tomorrow at 8."

"Hmmm, go again; you need to convince her you are cured."

"Yes, Ms. Audree."

"Now, I assume you are having a visit from Aunt Ruby," she correctly guessed I was on my period.

"Yes. It arrived on Saturday."

"I have to get going anyways. Your task today is simple. I want you to offer your services to somebody on the train."

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I agreed.

Ms. Audree kissed me one more time. "I want to hear all about your therapy session tomorrow."

"Of course, Ms. Audree."

Then she was gone. I went back to my office and got ready to head home, nervous to fulfill the task ordered.

24. THE TRAIN...THE REDHEAD...MORE?

As I headed to the train, I realized this was an easy task to manipulate. With no specifications to deal with, I could just ask some elderly prudish woman and get rejected and move on. My plan in hand, my anxiety dissipated and I reached the train station relaxed. 

When I got on the train, I actually chuckled at the irony of it all. As soon as I entered the train the first person I saw was the pretty redhead from a couple weeks ago. She was again reading a book and did not notice me at first. I waited a couple of stops as I pondered how I was going to approach this pretty girl. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and, based on the backpack she had with her, she was a student at the city college. I finally thought to myself 'fuck it' and sat beside her. 

She looked up and instantly I could tell she recognized me. 

I opened, "Hi, I am going to make this straightforward. My Mistress has ordered me to offer my tongue to you for your pleasure."

She laughed, "That is an interesting come-on line."

I shook my head, "I am serious."

There was a lengthy silence while she seemed to contemplate my offer. She finally asked, "Why me?"

I answered honestly, "Well I find you attractive, I have already flashed you and my Mistress insisted I offer my services if I was to see you again."

"You're Mistress?"

My stop was next so I finished, "My stop is next, so this is a rather limited-time offer."

"Hmmmm, well how can I reject such an offer? But we go to my flat."

"Ok," I agreed. "Flat, are you British?"

"Born and raised," she smiled, adding, "and what is your name?"

"Ann, but my Mistress calls me Annie-girl."

"Well Ann, I am Kate and I have to admit you have me intrigued. Do you do everything your Mistress tells you to?"

I lowered my head, "Yes."

"Very interesting, and what does this offer of yours entail?"

"Whatever you want, Kate. I am to please you as you wish."

"So you will do whatever I ask?" she asked, a naughty gleam in her eye.

"Within reason," I replied, "although I should note it is that time of month for me."

"Pity," she said, standing up, "it's my stop." Fuck, I loved her accent.

I stood up too and followed her off the train.

Much to my surprise, she grabbed my hand and entwined her fingers with mine. It was the first truly intimate moment for me in a very long time, besides Ms. Audree's kiss and Jane's hug.

We walked silently to her so-called flat, which was actually a luxury condominium. She offered me a glass of wine, which I eagerly accepted. I must admit, I was incredibly intrigued by this woman. There was something about her I just couldn't explain.

We sat down in her lush living room and instead of just taking my offer instantly, she began a conversation. "So, what do you do for a living?"

"I am in advertising. You?"

"I am a professor at the college."

"Really, you look too young to be a professor."

"Well, flattery will get you everywhere. I am actually thirty-two."

"Oh. What do you teach?"

"Psychology."

Irony struck again. "Well, I would make a good specimen."

"I imagine you would. Did you know I was a lesbian?"

It was my turn to be surprised. "No, you are?"

"Yes and the first time I saw you and you flashed me I went home and diddled myself."

"You did?"

"I did. And now here you are in my flat."

I smiled, slid to the floor and opened her legs. I asked her to lift up a bit as I pulled off her pantyhose, her underwear and her skirt. She opened her legs further, and I leaned into her trimmed pussy and licked. Her pussy's aroma was intoxicating and I lapped slowly, enjoying the sweet taste. It was odd to please a woman and not be called names and treated like a whore. I was between the natural redhead's legs for a long time before the professor's moans began to get erratic and soon after she let out a subdued but real scream. Her juices flowed into my mouth and I lapped up every drop I could. Once her orgasm was done, I moved back up onto the chair and smiled nervously. I was used to being told what to do at all times and wasn't sure what the protocol was after such an act.

"That was amazing," Kate said, her accent still a sexy turn-on.

"I aim to please," I joked, again unsure of what to say.

"Well, that you do."

"I should get going," I said, not used to what to do after sex is done.

"Can I get your number?"

Yet another surprise. I stammered, "R-r-r-really?"

"Really, I would love to take you on a real date."

Still in stunned denial, "You would?"

"I would."

"Ok," I said, excited. I gave her my number and she gave me hers. She stood up, still naked from the waist down and kissed me. For the second time today I was kissed with gentle passion. My head was spinning. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. The sweet embrace lasted far longer than I had ever kissed anyone.

When she finally broke it, she smiled and promised, "I hope to be able to return the favour."

I blushed and attempting to be flirty, "I look forward to it."

I left, my mind reeling again, pondering what this all meant. How did Kate fit into the picture? Was this my window of opportunity to regain my independence? I caught the train home and spent the night at home, a baffled mess.

25. TRIPLE PUNISHMENT

I arrived at Dr. White's with only a few seconds to spare. I sat down on the couch again, my mind still a muddled mess after yesterday. 

"How was yesterday?" she opened with.

"Good," I replied.

"Did you submit to Audree?"

"No," I honestly answered.

"Well that is good. Tell me about your day."

I recapped yesterday, retelling the day in full truth, oddly unashamed in comparison to yesterday. 

Once I was done, there was silence while she continued to take notes. Finally, she spoke, "Well you seem way happier today. Is it because of this Kate girl or are you feeling you have begun to regain your independence?"

"I don't know. Truthfully, I am even more confused. Being treated with such tenderness was a unique feeling after the past month. I felt wanted. I forgot what it was like to feel wanted."

"Hmmmm, you're looking for someone to love you."

"I suppose," I responded sceptically.

"That is what everyone is looking for, real love. It is doubtful you will ever get that from Audree. You may get sexual satisfaction and you may even feel needed, but you won't find love."

"But I still don't know how to break free from her and not lose my job."

"Well, one way, would be to be able to blackmail her too. She has evidence on you; you need evidence of her. Tit for tat," she suggested.

Suddenly it hit me that was exactly what I needed to do. I wasn't sure how yet, but she was an up and coming sure thing in our business. 'Would she really be willing to risk her very promising future career, by being discovered as a lesbian and sexual predator?'

Just as suddenly as I thought I had a way out, Ms. Audree burst into the room. She came in nonchalantly and apologized, "Sorry, I am late."

Dr. White stood up and bluntly said, "This is a closed session. I am going to have to ask you to leave."

If my face could go any whiter, as I am sure it did. I didn't know how Audree found out this was the therapist I was seeing or why she was here, but I expected the worst. 

Ms. Audree walked over to Dr. White and introduced herself. "Hi, I am Annie-girl's Mistress, Ms. Audree."

The doctor stood up and repeated, "I need you to leave."




Spanked to Submission: Love Story



Ms. Audree's smile didn't fade but her tone dripped with authority. "Sit down, Dr. White."

The doctor, clearly confused by the young girl's tone, didn't obey the order, as Ms. Audree sat down beside me. "If my white slut is going to be seeing a head doctor, I think it is imperative you hear my side."

Dr. White was clearly out of her comfort zone, but attempting to seem professional, she agreed, sitting down, "I suppose it would be good to hear your point of view."

Ms. Audree explained, "It's quite simple really. Annie-girl is your poster girl for women who are searching for discipline."

I could see Dr. White was actually curious, "Go on."

I could also see her pulling the doctor into her web of sordid sexual games. "Women like Annie-girl here work so hard to get ahead and are in charge of every moment of their work day, that when they are not at work they are exhausted. They want to let go of control and have others make decisions for them. This is often true for women of power: teachers, doctors, lawyers and actually therapists too."

Dr. White ignored the clear innuendo that she too was submissive. "Well, that is a nice theory, but such a theory is riddled with flaws. For one, you're putting all women who work hard in the same category."

"Well there are always exceptions, but I have not met many," Ms. Audree explained. "Why else do you think Annie-girl here will obey every order I give her?"

"Many reasons such as her upbringing and her failed marriage, for example," the doctor justified.

"Of course, those are factors as well," Ms. Audree countered like a professional therapist herself, "but the underlying reason is much simpler than anything your bullshit books will say."

"Really," Dr. White responded, her sarcasm dripping in the way she said the word.

Ms. Audree returned the sarcasm, "Yes, really. In the end, she will obey me because it is in women like hers DNA."

"Women like her?"

"And women like you. Women who lead a fake respectable life and hide what they really crave to be."

"Please leave," Dr. White asked, clearly frustrated.

Instead of leaving, Ms. Audree spoke to me for the first time. "Annie-girl, please take off your skirt. I think such clear disobedience requires instant ramifications."

"Ann, don't," the doctor ordered mystified at the smug order.

For the first time, Ms. Audree's smile faded. She looked directly at me and ordered, "Now, Annie-girl."

I refused to make eye contact with Dr. White. Instead I stood up and began to unzip my skirt, obeying her, like I always ended up doing.

"Ann, I must insist you stop now," a mortified Dr. White spoke.

I ignored the doctor and allowed my skirt to drop to the floor. Ms. Audree spoke for me, "You see Dr. White, all women are either dominant, like me, or submissive, like Annie-girl. Oh sure some can be both, but those are very rare. Also, sometimes, and thus even rarer, a woman can be neither." Ms. Audree patted her lap and I obediently lay across her lap. Ms. Audree continued speaking, just as her hand hit my left butt cheek, "The question is which are you?"

As expected, I begged, "Thank you, Ms. Audree, may I have another?"

The shocked look on my doctor's face would have been priceless, but from my helpless position I could only hear her rattled words between the echoes of the hard slaps on my ass and my obedient words asking for more. "I will only ask you one more time before I call security, please leave now." I could tell by her voice that she was wavering, the strength she had earlier was now nearly gone...was anyone invincible against Ms. Audree's seductive power. 

Ms. Audree rubbed my ass gently, like she often did when she was done with my punishment. Her tone soft, "Annie-girl, you may get dressed."

"Thank you, Ms. Audree."

While I reached for my skirt, I heard Ms. Audree ask, using the doctor's first name this time, "Helen, I think it is time for you to be disciplined."

"What?" Dr. White asked, flabbergasted.

"You heard me, take off your skirt now, Helen."

"I would never...." she began.

"Stop. I don't have all day. It is obvious you desperately want to submit to me, I can see it in your body language and your weak-ass resistance. Actually, I will tell you what. If your cunt isn't wet right now, I will leave and I will even promise to release Annie-girl from her servitude. Is it a deal?"

The doctor's face went a shameful red, one that spoke volumes. She was wet.

"Show me your dry cunt, Dr. White," Ms. Audree challenged.

"I can't."

"Why?"

Tears streamed down her face. She looked at me, "I am so sorry." The doctor looked back down and in a whisper she begged, "Please, just leave."

Ms. Audree, a triumphant look on her face, smiled, as she stood up, "I think this session is over."

Dr. White didn't speak as I followed Ms. Audree out of the office.

Once in the hallway, Ms. Audree said, "Well, that was amusing."

I didn't respond, feeling overwhelming guilt for the humiliation Dr. White had just endured because of my weakness.

As if reading my mind, Ms. Audree said, "Don't feel guilty, Annie-girl. She is weak just like you."

"But you just humiliated her in her office," I pointed out.

"Oh trust me, I didn't humiliate her," Ms. Audree smiled. "Making her eat your her cunt during your period would have been humiliating her."

"Oh my God," I gasped at her ludicrous words.

"I am your God," she responded. "I am who you worship."

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I nodded, just wanting to get out of here.

"We are meeting Penelope for another brainstorming session," Ms. Audree revealed.

"Okay," I nodded, as I followed her out of the building and to her Porsche.

"You own a Porsche?" I asked, stunned that someone of her age could afford such a luxury car.

"It was a gift from a very prominent white woman," she shrugged, getting into the car.

I was curious who, but when she didn't say more I didn't ask.

She reached into the back seat and handed me a bigger butt plug than the last one she made me wear last time. "Get this in your ass, Annie-girl. It's your punishment for again considering not being completely loyal."

"Do you have any lube?" I asked, this not going in without it.

"In my purse," she said, as she began driving.

I went in her purse and found the lube and a pair of handcuffs. Pulling them out, I asked, "Are these for me?"

She laughed, "You really are an insatiable slut."

"I am what you created," I replied, somehow easily falling into the role of slave when the opportunity arose...instantly forgetting any thoughts of resistance.

She shook her head. "I didn't create you, Annie-girl. You were always a submissive...I just brought out your natural submissiveness."

"I guess," I shrugged.

"There is no guessing, Annie-girl. If I left tomorrow, you would desperately look for someone to replace me. You need a Mistress," she confidently said.

I thought of my time with Kate last night...that wasn't a sub-domme relationship; I thought of Dr. White's words about love; I wasn't sure what I needed, but I was sure that I could live without her. 

"Get that plug in your ass," she ordered.

Knowing that I was at her whim at the moment, I awkwardly hiked up my dress, spread my legs and coated my ass with lube. Plus, getting spanked, even in front of Dr. White, had undeniably turned me on. I then coated the plug generously as well and lifted my ass up; I slowly inserted the medium sized butt plug. I whimpered as it went deeper in me, widening my ass unnaturally.

"Is it all in, she asked.

"Not yet," I replied, my jaw clenched, my ass searing from the unnatural stretching I was making it do.

"Sit on it now, Anne-girl," she ordered, looking at me as we stopped at a red light.

Figuring it was almost in anyway, I obeyed, and screamed, as a greater pain coursed through me. "Fuuuuuck."

"Now bounce up and down on your seat, Annie-girl," she ordered, as someone honked at us.

"Seriously?" I asked, as I tied to get used to the pain.

"Now, slut," she ordered, starting to drive again. "Disobedience has consequences," she added.

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I nodded, knowing she wasn't happy with my meetings with a psychologist. As we drove past men in suits, soccer moms, grandmas, teenagers and whoever else, I bounced up and down on the butt plug that created sharp burns in my ass that wasn't accustomed to being gaped so violently.

Slowing to a red light, I saw we were rolling up to a truck. 

Ms. Audree ordered, "Keep bouncing, Annie-girl. But stare at this sexy cowboy while squeezing your non-existent tits."

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I reluctantly agreed, frustrated that I felt I had to obey, angered by the reality that obeying her ridiculous humiliating demands got me horny (even when they involved only pain) and determined more than ever I had to get blackmail evidence on her.

The cowboy was cute and thankfully wasn't looking at me at first, but after a few seconds, he glanced towards me and his mouth dropped open. Seeing him watching me, somehow enhanced my excitement, and I smiled at him, staring into his eyes as I cupped my tits. 

Ms. Audree rolled down the window as she called out, "Enjoying the show?"

The cowboy, smiled, "It's a pleasant surprise indeed."

"Tell him what you are doing, Annie-girl," Ms. Audree instructed.

The exhibitionism somehow triggering a sultry side of me, like it did on the train, I replied, trying to speak sexy, "I'm bouncing on a butt plug in my ass."

"Oh my," the cowboy replied.

"Show him your tits," Ms. Audree ordered.

I was about to obey, so drawn into the act of exhibitionism, when there were multiple honks from behind.

Ms. Audree quipped, as she began driving, "You were saved by the honk."

I asked, suddenly mortified by my eagerness to show off to a stranger, "Can I stop, please?"

"Sure," she agreed, without even looking my way.

"Thank you, Mistress," I absurdly thanked, as I sat back down, the plug lodged deep in my ass.

"I think my pet is an exhibitionist," she said, a moment later.

"I was just obeying orders," I replied, wanting to hide the feelings I had that proved her assessment may be correct.

"You were getting turned on showing off to him," she continued.

"I get turned on by obeying you," I countered; worried she may test her theory and potentially further test my submissiveness.

"Oh that I know," she smiled, as we reached our office. Once parked, she instructed, "Thankfully, you are already wearing panties today, so they should keep that plug from falling out of your ass today."

"Please don't make me wear it at work," I pleaded.

"The next size is in the back if you want to question me," she threatened.

Defeated as usual, I nodded, "Of course not, Ms. Audree."

"Good girl," she smiled, getting out of the car.

As usual, the condescending tone only enhanced my eagerness to obey. Reluctantly, I got out of the car and tried walking normally...this plug definitely a bigger distraction than the first.

"You look like you've got something in your ass," Ms. Audree pointed out clearly amused.

"It's a lot bigger than the last one," I complained.

"And yet not as big as the next one," she countered.

I nodded, as I tried to not walk like a duck.

Ms. Audree explained as we walked, "One more punishment for today's disobedience."

"Yes," I asked, worried what else she may make me do.

"You will come every hour on the hour starting at ten o'clock," she instructed.

"It's nine fifty-five," I pointed out, looking at my watch.

"You better find someplace to get that white cunt of yours off," she shrugged, as we entered the building. "We are to meet with Penelope at 10:00."

Sighing, I said, "I'll meet you in Penelope's office as soon as I finish."

"Hurry," she ordered, "Penelope is not a patient person."

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I nodded, going to the bathroom on the main floor.

Once in a stall, I began rubbing myself frantically, not once thinking of disobeying her order. Flashbacks of the spanking in front of Dr. White, and the exhibitionist act in front of the cowboy already had be rather wet and it didn't take long to finish what was accidently started earlier. I came, biting my lip as my orgasm hit me, as the door opened simultaneously to my orgasm. As I let the rushes of pleasure cascade through me, I grabbed my phone and noticed I had a new message.

A rush of excitement went up my back when I saw it was from Kate.

Hi Annie,

I really enjoyed last night and was hoping we could meet for dinner tomorrow night. 

Let me know

Love

Kate

Reading her words caused another chill to course through me.

Deciding it was time to stand up for myself at all costs, I went to pull the plug out of my ass. I was about to when I realized I had nowhere to put it. Frustrated, I kept it in my ass as I texted Kate back.

Kate

Great to hear from you.

I would love to have dinner tomorrow night.

Is seven too late?

If not, it's a date.

Annie

I stood up, got as comfortable as I could and headed to my office so I could get rid of this plug...while I also pondered how I was going to turn the tables on Audree.

I walked past security, Ms. Jones was back, and she greeted me, "How is Annie-girl this morning?"

"Fine," I replied tersely, walking right by.

I went to my office, locked the door, pulled out the plug and put it in my desk drawer. Feeling a sense of relief, I checked my phone again hoping for a response from Kate. I felt like I was in high school again waiting by the phone for a boy to call. There was no message, and realizing I was almost fifteen minutes late already, I headed up to Penelope's office...my brain spinning with ways to end Audree's power over me and regain my life and my potential love life too.

26. THE PHILOSOPHY OF SUBMISSION

Reaching Penelope's office, I instantly felt a rush of worry. What if Audree realized I had disobeyed her? Would she humiliate me in front of Penelope? Suddenly worried about vengeance, and knowing I had to stay on her good side until I was ready to turn the tables, I hurried back to my office and put the plug back in my ass. It had been out just long enough to cause a new pain. After getting used to it for another minute while walking, I headed to Penelope's office again.

Walking in, now over twenty minutes late, I apologized immediately, "I'm so sorry I'm late, but I am dealing with some personal matters."

Penelope, Audree and Markus where at a table working and Penelope looked up and said, "It's okay, Annie, Audree explained your situation."

"She did?" I asked, nervous what Audree could possibly have told them.

"Yes, and if you need anything, please let me know," Penelope continued.

"Oh, thanks," I agreed, looking at Audree who just gave a nod that signified nothing.

The next couple of hours flew by as we brainstormed ideas and came up with a couple other ideas that we could use for the upcoming presentation on Thursday. Penelope had another meeting and suggested we reconvene at three to let these ideas settle before moving forward.

We all agreed and Audree and I headed back up to my office. In the elevator, Audree asked, "Are you hungry for some desert before lunch?"

As usual, in one sentence, I was puddy in her hands, as my mouth watered at the thought of her taste. I replied, "Yes, Ms. Audree, that would be great."

"I need to make a phone call first," she said, as we reached our floor.

"Okay," I nodded, as I went to my office and she went to hers.

I walked in and yelped as Jane said, "I was hoping you would be alone."

"God, Jane, you scared the crap out of me," I said, turning to her seated on my couch.

"Dr. White called to inform me about today's session," Jane revealed.

"That's doctor-patient privilege," I protested, suddenly mortified that Jane would know even more of my downward spiral.

"You are probably correct," Jane said, standing up slowly, looking like she could go into labor at any moment. "But she is really worried about you." After a pause, "I'm really worried about you."

"Ms. Audree will be here any minute," I pointed out, glancing at the door.

"Ms. Audree?" Jane questioned, rubbing her belly.

"Sorry, it's what she expects me to call her," I admitted, shame compounding shame at admitting my situation again to my closest co-worker and, in reality, friend.

"Annie, this has got to stop," Jane said with concern.

"I know, I know," I nodded, "I tell myself that every day."

"What does she have over you?" Jane asked.

"Video," I admitted.

"Well, get that back on her," Jane suggested.

"I was thinking the same thing," I concurred, just as the door opened.

Ms. Audree smiled, "Oh, we have company."

Jane said, "Could you please give us a few minutes."

"I'd love to Jane," Ms. Audree said, as she sat on the couch, "But Annie-girl needs to have her lunchtime snack."

My face burned red, knowing exactly what she was implying.

Jane sighed, "Audree, I don't like the way you treat Annie."

Ms. Audree kept smiling, as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor, as she continued talking to Jane, "When are you due?"

I knew I was supposed to drop to my knees, but remained frozen, not sure what to do.

"Don't change the subject," Jane said, so much stronger than me.

Ms. Audree turned to me and snapped again, as she threatened, "Don't make me punish you in front of your friend."

I glanced at Jane, apologizing with my eyes, as I lowered myself onto my knees.

"Annie!" Jane exclaimed.

"Crawl to me, Annie-girl," Ms. Audree ordered.

Refusing to look at Jane, her last look of disgust already making me feel overwhelming guilt, I again obeyed Ms. Audree.

"Annie, stand up," Jane demanded.

Ms. Audree asked, "Jane, I hear that the closer one gets to labour the hornier they get, is that true?"

Reaching Ms. Audree, she opened her legs and I wordlessly moved between them. To my surprise, she was not wearing underwear. Reluctantly, with Jane watching, I began licking her cunt.

Jane asked, "Why are you doing this to her?"

Ms. Audree replied, "You answer my question, I'll answer yours."

"Fine," Jane sighed loud enough for me to hear, "Yes, that theory is correct."

"Interesting," Ms. Audree said, before answering Jane's question, "As for Annie-girl, I am just giving her what she needs."

Jane scoffed, "Needs?"

Ms. Audree continued, as I licked her sweetness, curious what she was going to say. "Yes, Jane, all women have needs and for most women these needs are seldom met. For example. I imagine you would love your husband to fuck you right now, but he isn't, am I correct?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Jane asked annoyed.

"Everything," Ms. Audree continued. "Most people, not just women, never allow themselves to let go of society's uppity standards of sexuality and thus never become one with their own sexuality."

"Are you saying I am sexually repressed?" Jane asked, clearly annoyed.

"Likely," Ms. Audree agreed, "but most women are. Annie-girl was the poster girl for sexual repression until I unlocked her frigid personality and brought out the real Annie-girl."

"That is preposterous," Jane scoffed.

"Is it?" Ms. Audree questioned. "Annie-girl is currently licking my cunt in front of you even though she is mortified to be doing so...because her desire for sexual liberation through submission overrides the years of social chains that held her back from who she really is."




Spanked to Submission: Love Story



"Who she really is?" Jane questioned, as I slowly licked, listening intently to Ms. Audree's seemingly accurate assessment of me.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ms. Audree asked, grabbing my head and pulling me deeper into her.

"No," Jane said with distain.

"She's a submissive slave who only feels free through unconditional obedience," Ms. Audree explained.

"But she has tried to break away from you on more than one occasion," Jane countered.

"Of course, that is very natural," Ms. Audree explained, "when not horny she resorts back to her socially acceptable self and is mortified by her weakness and inability to resist her natural desires."

I listened as best I could, stunned at just how accurately she knew me.

She continued, "For example, right now she is humiliated to be doing this task while you are in the room, yet here she is licking my cunt while you are here."

Jane countered, "That is all rubbish. You blackmailed her into this."

Ms. Audree laughed, "Although I have threatened her with revealing her secrets, the reality is that she submitted originally completely on her own and even though she has brief moments of defiance, she always ends up between my legs or over my lap."

"So you're her Mistress?" Jane asked.

"I suppose," Ms. Audree agreed. "Now a question for you." After a pause, she asked, "Are you horny right now?"

"Excuse me?" Jane asked, surprised by the question.

"Well, the fact that you're still here while your friend eats cunt can only mean a couple of things," Ms. Audree said. "Either you're submissive also and want to replace her."

"That's ridiculous," Jane replied, but I wondered why she was still here and not only assumedly watching my public humiliation while also continuing to discuss theories she found ridiculous.

"Or, you are dominant and want my Annie-girl to become your Annie-girl."

"Those are the only options?" Jane asked. "I am either a submissive or a domme...its really that black and white in your world?"

Ms. Audree laughed, "Not always, but most people are one or the other, male or female. Although some people can be switches."

"Switches?" Jane asked.

"Yes, some people can be dominant or submissive depending on the relationship or on their mood. For example, I am always domme, but my friend Carolyn, who my pet hasn't met yet, is domme to other women and yet submissive to her boyfriend," Ms. Audree explained.

"So, sex can't be about two people who love each other on equal terms?" Jane asked, making me think of Kate.

"Of course," Ms. Audree said, "but that is usually a relationship that is never as raw and passionate as either wish. They instead settle for love and stability over pure passion and true sexual fulfillment."

"So, my husband wishes he could dominate me?" Jane questioned, sarcastically.

"Or that you would dominate him," Ms. Audree countered.

"What?" Jane asked, incredulously.

"Many men are submissive which shouldn't be a surprise," Ms. Audree answered, revealing something knew to me."

"And why shouldn't that be a surprise?" Jane asked.

"Because most men are whipped, which is a sign of submission," Ms. Audree explained, before adding, as she held my head against her pussy and began rubbing her pussy up and down, "The reality is many men are curious to be dominated by women or other men, curious to suck cock like many women are curious to eat pussy."

"That's rather superfluous," Jane pointed out.

"Is it?" Ms. Audree asked. "Do you want to replace Annie-girl here?"

"Pardon?" Jane asked.

"I see right through you Jane," Ms. Audree challenged.

"You know nothing about me," Jane firmly responded.

"Don't I?" Ms. Audree questioned back, letting go of my head.

I kept licking, slowly, trying to hear every word of the surreal conversation, as Ms. Audree continued, "You never stood up to Annie-girl's many tantrums, which implies that you are submissive too."

"Or just a good friend who understands the high stresses of the job," Jane countered.

"Or a married women who lives in the façade of a happy sex life who until your vanilla sex life was questioned when you saw Annie-girl submitting to me," Ms. Audree confidently assessed.

"So you think I want some chocolate?" Jane asked sarcastically.

"I know you want some chocolate," Ms. Audree responded, suddenly pushing me away.

She opened her legs wide, revealing her beautiful pinkness, as she continued, the same confident smile she had when she drew me under her spell, "Go ahead Jane, we both know what you want."

Jane asked, glancing at me, "How did you know?"

"I just know," Audree replied, as I noticed that Jane had her phone behind her. After a pause she ordered, softly, "On your knees, Jane."

"Will you eat my cunt too," Jane asked. I gasped quietly having never heard Jane use the 'c' word.

"If you are a good girl," Ms. Audree replied, before repeating, "On your knees, Jane."

"So you're a lesbian?" Jane questioned.

"Oh, I like a nice cock now and then. But I prefer cunt, especially white cunt," Ms. Audree admitted, as I realized that Jane was setting Ms. Audree up. I assumed Jane was recording the conversation with her phone with Ms Audree totally unaware.

"So you're a cunt licker?" Jane questioned.

Ms. Audree laughed, "I guess so, although I tend to receive a lot more than I give, isn't that right, Annie-girl?"

"Yes, Ms. Audree," I agreed, before adding, "You do have a very good tongue."

"How sweet," Ms. Audree smiled at me, before saying, as she turned to Jane to see her holding her phone, "Now on your knees...what are you doing?"

"You're really not as smart as you think you are," Jane smirked, as Ms. Audree closed her legs.

Ms. Audree stood up and asked with a smile, trying to stay confident and in control, "You're going to try and blackmail me."

"No," Jane shook her head, "I'm not going to try I am going to blackmail you."

"I can ruin her," Audree threatened pointing in my direction.

"Yes, I assume you can," Jane agreed, "but I can now ruin your career before it even starts."

"All you have are a few words," Audree pointed out.

"And a picture of you with your legs spread wide open," Jane pointed out.

"What do you want?" Audree asked, for the first time sounding like the eighteen year old she was.

"You will leave Annie alone starting now," Jane answered resolutely.

"Is that what you want, Annie-girl?" Audree asked.

"Yes," I admitted, knowing that even though I enjoyed the submission at times, it had consumed my life to such a degree that I had to reclaim it.

"Fine," Audre shrugged, "I was almost done with you anyways."

Briefly I was insulted, but realized she was just trying to maintain her power over me.

I stood up and said, finally feeling like the old me for the first time in a long time, "Audree, go get Jane and I lunch."

"Fine," she said, through grit teeth.

Audree, finally defeated, walked out of the office pissed off.

I turned to Jane and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Jane replied as she typed into her phone.

A moment later my phone buzzed. "Evidence for you just in case she ever tries to play you again."

"How can I ever thank you," I said, a massive burden suddenly off my shoulders.

"Eat my cunt," Jane replied, sitting on the couch, shocking me.

"S-s-seriously," I gasped.

"No," she laughed, "but the look on your face was priceless."

"You really had me," I said relieved.

"That said," Jane continued, "I can't always be here to protect you, Anne. You need to be firm."

"I will," I said resolutely, before adding "Things just really got out of control."

"That happens," Jane said understandingly.

We chatted for twenty minutes or so until Audree returned with our food. I thanked her, like I would usually any employee of mine, and sent her to her office.

Jane and I visited while we ate and then she headed home to take a nap. I, meanwhile, checked my texts and saw I had one from Kate.

Giddy, I quickly checked it:

Great

It's a date

I like geeky rhyming too.

I can't wait to see you.

Kate

Wanting to see her tonight, having so much to tell her and feeling the chains of submission gone. I decided to call her.

After three rings she answered:

"Annie, what a pleasant surprise," she greeted warmly.

"I was hoping we could change the date from tomorrow to tonight," I revealed.

"Eager are we," she teased.

"As a beaver," I joked, before adding, probably sounding like an excited school girl, "I have so much to tell you."

"I can't wait to hear all about it," Kate said sincerely, adding, "Want to meet at David's at seven?"

"That sounds perfect," I agreed.

"I'd love to chat longer, but I have to get back to work," Kate said.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Later, alligator," she said playfully.

"In a while, crocodile," I quipped back.

After hanging up, I chuckled to myself.

I was going on a date with another woman, something that I would never have remotely even considered before the whole Audree ordeal.

Ironically, without Audree and the crazy roller coaster ride of submission I endured, I wouldn't have learned about my sexuality, I wouldn't have met Kate, who I met obeying a task of Audree's, and I wouldn't be starting a potential relationship.

I shook my head as I began pecking away on my computer, like the Barbara Streisand song, love does indeed come from the most unexpected places.

THE END