The plane landed on time in Los Angeles, and Lea’s heart pounded as the passengers fumbled to deplane. She was told to meet a driver at the baggage claim, and she would be driven to her new home. She walked the passageway from the arrival gate to baggage claim, breathing easier as L.A. breathed its life into her, bringing her the promise of her new life. She scanned the line of chauffeurs holding signs for their passengers. She saw a tall, round man with a black suit holding a sign that read, ‘017-622-6369,’ and her feet felt weak under her. She approached the man. As their eyes met, she said to him, “I am your cargo,” as she was told to say.
He gestured wordlessly to the exit of the terminal and led her to a black town car. He reached for the door handle and her blood flowed, heart beating faster. He seemed to sense her nervousness, and he said, “Sir is not here. He will greet you later,” and opened the car door for her. She sighed and slipped into the back seat of the vehicle as the driver took hold of the wheel and pulled out into the flow of L.A. traffic.
The driver didn’t speak during the drive from the airport. Lea sat watching the road whiz by, reading billboards and watching the faces of the people in passing cars. They exited the freeway and began to ride through surface streets, winding their way into a residential area, and Lea grew more nervous in anticipation of her arrival. Each home she saw from the car window promised to be the place where she would live.
Finally the driver pulled into a circular driveway, and Lea surveyed the property. It was a modern home with cold angles. The driver stopped in front of the house, as Lea looked at the large, stainless steel double doors that led into the home. The driver got out first, walking around to the rear passenger door, opening it and offering a hand to guide Lea out of the car. As she stirred, her bladder revolted with her movement, and she clenched her pelvic muscles to contain it. The driver led her up the steps and opened the door to the house. The front entry was floored in marble, short steps down opened into a large living room with arched entries into other rooms. At the far end of the living room, floor to ceiling windows looking out to a pool in back. She paused in the entry way as the driver spoke.
“You will be down to the right at the end of the hallway,” he told her, gesturing to a corridor beyond the entryway to the right.
She walked down the corridor, passing some doors on her left. She reached the end of the hallway and an open door led to a bedroom.
“That is where you will stay,” said the driver. “Go in and wait. Catherine will be in shortly.”
Lea nodded and stepped inside the room. The driver closed the door behind her and she heard his footsteps return back down the hallway and out the front door. The room was bright, as windows on the far wall looked out the side of the house, while a sliding glass door on the left led out to the back of the house. To the right was a large bathroom, beyond a walk-in closet full of erotic outfits—PVC bodysuits, bustiers of leather and fabric, various corsets—an entire wardrobe of finely crafted fetishwear. Under the clothing racks were wooden wardrobe drawers encircling the closet. At the far end was a vanity with a black acrylic chair with a throne-like back. In the middle of the bedroom was a bed with leather-upholstered headboard. In the center of the headboard was mounted a large iron ring, with two smaller ones framing it from either side. On each side of the bed were sleek black night tables. On one rested a silver service tray with a forged steel collar with padlock. On the other side of the bad was a small palette with a thin mattress and tiny pillow. Beside that there was a chamber pot. In the corner of the room there was an umbrella stand. In it were various whips, crops, floggers and canes.
Weary from her travels, Lea walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. She sighed, wanting so much to lie down on the bed and sleep. She wanted to pee. The clicking of heels in the hallway startled her. She froze for a moment, realizing they were heading towards the door. She quickly stood up, not sure what to do. The door opened and a tall, blonde woman in a tight, black PVC suit stood in the doorway. Her hair was platinum, flowing down over her shoulders. The PVC suit hugged every curve of her perfect body. Her breasts were buxom, round and shining in the tight suit. She angled to one side in her black patent leather boots, revealing the roundness of her ass. In her hand was a short leather leash attached to a choker chain looped at one end, which she held in her hand. She stared at Lea, who was trembling now. She thought she would wet herself right there if the woman stared any longer.
“Well, aren’t you a sight, cunt,” Catherine said. “I knew you would be rough around the edges, but I had no idea you would be so untamed. But he does so love them like you.” She approached Lea, raising the choker in her hand. Not sure of herself, Lea delayed and Catherine struck her on the cheek, an audible slap reverberating in her head. “Head down, cunt!” she exclaimed. Lea lowered her head as Catherine spread her hand open and let the choke chain fall onto Lea’s head, her spreading fingers giving spring to the chain, which gently fell over her face and down into the nape of her neck below her tucked chin. “Down, cunt!” she commanded as she yanked downward on the leash a bit. Lea didn’t hesitate to get on the floor on her hands and knees, but as she did she experienced a strange sensation that she’d never felt before. It was reluctance, surprise, humiliation, fear and obedience as a single reaction—a new phenomenon, as strange as the sensation of a first kiss—so many confusing, strong emotions all at once.
Catherine jerked the leash with a tug, leading Lea over to the side of the bed. “Does the cunt need to go potty?”
Lea froze momentarily. Her pride, her beliefs about who she was, her preconceptions about her agreement to be enslaved, her very being—it all collided with this sense of reluctance—that this treatment came as such a surprise and with a feeling of pure outrage, and a part of her wanted to stand up and say no, to abandon this fantasy immediately. But another part of her was oddly determined to explore these new sensations, and as she silently acquiesced she felt a subtle power wash over her—a freedom she had never felt before.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Lea said, disbelieving her own words until she heard them come forth from her throat.
“Well, be quick about it. I haven’t all day.” Catherine tugged again on the leash, leading Lea forward to the chamber pot. Catherine stood over Lea in a stance that was both austere and oddly erotic—her fit body contoured perfectly by the tight PVC bodysuit and leather boots, which glistened along the arcs of her calves, angled sharply into the stern pose of her heels, the impatience patterned by the clicking of her stilettos as she posed while waiting for Lea to use the chamber pot.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Lea said again, as she straddled the chamber pot on all fours, then lifted her body so her weight rested on her haunches—her tiny beige micro-skirt rose in front automatically with her movement, and her thighs closed around the rim of the chamber pot. She unclipped the garters in the rear and they fell to the sides of the backs of her thighs. She relaxed a bit, and began to relieve herself. The audible stream hitting the empty vessel was so strange in that moment—the humiliation had taken on this haunting, audible, perhaps orchestral aspect as the vessel filled and the sounds morphed from an eerie tinkle to drops to the full sounds of water flowing into water.
“Now it will be your responsibility to keep your pot clean,” said Catherine as she handed Lea a tissue pulled from the nightstand. Lea accepted it and wiped clean her salted lips. Catherine reached down and took hold of Lea’s chin with her flat hand, raising her head toward her. “Now stand up,” she said.
Lea stood in front of Catherine, conscious of her posture—she held her arms in front of her, palms out. She arched her back, her heels clumsily clicking as she fought to gain her footing.
Catherine laughed cruelly. “Let’s get these tawdry clothes off you,” she said as she reached into the drawer in the nightstand, taking out a knife. Catherine teased her indifferently with the cold steel of the blade, running it weakly along the front of her halter top, down into her navel. She reached in and took a bit of the fabric from the seam of the halter top at the bottom and quickly inserted the knife into the taut fabric held between her fingers and cut it enough to begin to pull the splitting fabric in two. She tore both pieces, the tear ran up the middle of her torso, freeing her round breasts from the tight top. She did the same with her micro-skirt, tearing it in two pieces that split right along the crack of her lips, revealing her cleanly waxed pubis. Lea’s crotchless garter belt hung around her hips, and Catherine took the knife and placed it vertically into the waist of the garter belt. The steel blade pinched her skin below her navel as she cut through the cheap lace, freeing it from her body in a single stroke of the blade. Catherine unhooked the garters on the front of her thigh high stockings, and cut them away with the same deliberation she’d freed Lea from her garter belt. The knife pinched her ankles as Catherine mercilessly cut the strap of her high heels.
“Now step out of those horrid shoes,” Catherine said. Lea obeyed, as Catherine pulled on her stockings, discarding them in the shredded pile of the only clothes she had brought with her. Catherine stood over her menacingly as Lea stepped out of her heels, losing four inches of her height. “Let me see you,” said Catherine as her green eyes scanned her exposed front.
Catherine traced her body with her left hand fingers as indifferently as she had wielded the knife moments before. She ran her index finger from her chin to her sternum, then over her left breast, tracing her round aureola and teasing Lea’s nipple as she dug her nail into the flesh under her heaving breast. She continued across her chest to the underside of her right breast, cupping it with her open fingers, then took hold of her nipple in her thumb and forefinger. She pinched the nipple firmly and lifted her breast up, releasing it when it had been stretched as far as it would go. As she let her breast fall, her other hand thrust between her legs, her open palm landing a surprisingly striking blow to her full lips. Lea shuddered, and felt her own wetness kiss Catherine’s hand.
Catherine tugged again on the leash, urging her to turn as she paced behind Lea in the opposite direction. The hand between Lea’s legs slid up to her belly, then around her hips. As Lea pirhouetted to meet Catherine, her moistened hand caressed the cheek of her buttocks and grazed up her lower back, along her spine and up to the nape of her neck. She jerked back the leash while her hand traveled along her cheeks to Lea’s waiting mouth. Lea understood. She licked Catherine’s wet palm, tasting her wetness—the briny, oceanic taste of her sex.
Catherine jerked the leash again, her intentions becoming clear with Catherine’s reigning of her with the leash. “Get on the bed, slave. Face the wall on all fours. Place your hands together in front of you, head down.” Catherine said. Lea obeyed, kneeling on the bed, leaning toward the wall, and resting her head on top of her clasped hands. Her ass raised in the air as Catherine began to caress it.
“That’s a good girl,” Catherine whispered, stroking Lea’s round cheeks as she took the leash and placed the looped handle in Lea’s mouth. Lea bit down on the leash and Catherine stroked Lea’s cheeks with the back of her palm. Lea enjoyed the moment of tenderness finally coaxed from Catherine. Catherine then grabbed a fistful of Lea’s hair at the crown of her head, yanking deliberately upwards, Lea’s head responding in kind, raising her to attention. Catherine pressed slightly on Lea’s buttocks, using it to pivot as she stepped off to the side of the bed and walked into the closet. Lea heard the sound of a drawer opening, then Catherine returned to Lea’s side.
Catherine had a strapon harness, which she cinched to her waist, the gleaming black appendage standing erect between her latex clad legs. Catherine slowly got up on the bed on her knees in front of Lea, her back to the wall. Her green eyes peered down into Lea’s, which were gazing up at the vision of Catherine holding the black dildo as if it were merely a natural extension of her loins. Catherine reached for the back of Lea’s head, her palm slowly taking hold of her, urging her into the cock now held in her other hand. Catherine directed the cock into Lea’s pursed lips, taunting the outside of her lips. Catherine teased her with the dildo, gently spreading Lea’s lips with the head of it. She toyed with her by pulling her lower lip down, folding it with the head of her moistened dildo, running it around in circles inside Lea’s lips, running it along her tongue. Then she thrust it deeper into Lea’s mouth, touching the back of her throat. She began to drive Lea’s head up and down its shaft by pushing and pulling on the tuft of hair she clenched in her closed fist, driving Lea’s skull into the cock. Catherine did this as a joke, mocking the act itself, using Lea like a rag doll. She laughed that cruel laugh as she did so.
“Your mouth will be used often enough like this, so you’d better get used to it,” Catherine said, still handling Lea’s head like a doll as she spoke. She held Lea’s head still on a thrust upwards, and with her other hand took the dildo out of Lea’s mouth. “You will enjoy having your mouth used like that, won’t you?” Catherine asked.
“Yes Ma’am,” Lea said, a silky thread of saliva drooping from her lips to the head of the dildo catching the light as she spoke.
“Good girl,” said Catherine, as she got off the bed and stepped over to the foot of the bed, taking Lea’s ass cheeks into her hands. She squeezed Lea’s cheeks tightly, spreading out her ass to expose her sex further. She rubbed the cheeks with her hand, warming it with the friction of her caresses. Then she raised her hand and spanked Lea on the outside of her round buttocks, the sound echoing in the room. Lea shuddered, then gasped a bit. Another slap came down on the upper portion of her ass. Catherine soothed the reddened skin with a light trace of her nails, then spanked the hot area again, and then another time. Lea began to moan with every slap, every caress. Catherine’s nails tickled over Lea’s pink ass, soothing them a bit. Lea let out a sigh of pleasure, then Catherine clawed in deeper this time, waking Lea’s senses. Then Catherine slapped down on her ass with both hands, grabbing hold of her cheeks tightly, spreading her ass open wide. She stepped in closer. The head of her strapon grazed above Lea’s anus, pushing up along the base of her spine. Catherine pressed Lea’s ass cheeks together, sandwiching the shaft of the dildo in the mass of flesh. The she spread Lea’s cheeks again, sliding the head of the dildo down to the gates of her sex.
“You will learn to beg for it, slave,” said Catherine, the tip of the dildo pressed slightly between her lips.
“Ma’am, please—“ uttered Lea.
“Please what, slut?” retorted Catherine.
“Please fuck me, Ma’am,” Lea managed.
“Please fuck what, slave?”
“Please fuck my pussy,” Lea cried.
“With what, slave?”
“Please fuck my pussy with your black dildo,” Lea said.
“Better. Try again. Put them all together now.”
“Ma’am, please fuck my pussy with your big black dildo, Ma’am.”
“You can put a proper sentence together after all,” declared Catherine.
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