ELEVEN
My Master- My Girl
They drove around for awhile, but true to her word- at least in that- they only
made a couple stops.
I was terrified there in the cramped, stifling darkness of the trunk. I was
starting to sweat again with the afternoon heat, and I was gagging on gas fumes
and exhaust as I bumped and swayed. And God help me, I was excited too.
I could feel my erection pressing up between my legs and I moaned, wishing for a
release that would never come. I tried to get comfortable, but it was
impossible. When the car bumped or turned so did I, and every movement no
matter how slight made me shudder with lust. I couldn't even concentrate beyond
my own, aching prick. I wondered where we were going, and what would happen to
me once we got there.
Eventually- I don't know how long- the car finally turned down a gravelly, bumpy
road and I figured that we had turned into the alley that ran behind my house.
I was certain after a few seconds as the car turned sharply and heaved, finally
rolling to a stop as the engine died. There was low, muffled conversation and
shortly I heard the doors opening and closing again. Soon I heard the key in
the trunk's lock.
The trunk lid swung upward and I blinked at the bright light, trying to focus on
the two shadowy figures that swam in my sight. Slowly they cleared and of
course I saw Beth and Joel both leering down at me. Beth smiled widely to see
that I was all right and Joel chuckled as she spoke-
"Welcome home, puppy." I saw that she was holding a shopping bag as she turned
to Joel. "Bring her inside."
Beth simply turned and strolled towards the back of my house as Joel leaned in
and looped my leash in his fist. "Out, bitch," he snapped and I scrambled to
comply as he tugged on my leash, threatening to strangle me if I didn't move
fast enough. I staggered to stand on the back lawn, actually tugging down my
dress as he slammed the trunk shut again.
Joel jangled my car keys in one hand as he looked me up and down, finally
nodding at two grocery bags at his feet. "Bring those," he ordered and started
tugging me along even as I bent to scoop up the bags. I hurried after his long
stride, jogging swiftly up the back steps and following him into the kitchen.
Beth was just draping her purse over one of the kitchen chairs when I stumbled
inside, stupidly waiting for direction. She smiled-
"Put the groceries away, puppy. Then bring us each a beer."
"Yes, ma'am," I said humbly and heard Joel's laugh-
"Shit..."
He followed Beth into the living room, dropping the car keys on the table as he
passed. I was left alone, untied and with a straight shot at the back door and
my car. All I had to do was grab the keys and run. I would be free...
But all either of them had to do was yell out for me to 'stop'. I would be
screwed, and punished. Joel would beat the crap out of me- or worse. I licked
my lips, trembling...
After I put away the groceries- beer and soda, snacks- I did as Beth had
commanded and brought them their beers. I found them sitting together on the
long leather couch. Beth in fact had one leg draped over his, her hand up under
his shirt as they broke from a passionate kiss. Joel grinned, his expression
somewhere between lust and arrogance, thinking he had won. Beth smiled sweetly
and pointed to the coffee table-
"Open the beers and light me a cigarette," she ordered, her hand still playing
under Joel's shirt. I popped the tops on the beers and Joel said-
"Gimme that, bitch!" I did, then flicked two cigarettes from the pack on the
table and lit them, passed them out. They did not thank me and blew smoke in my
face for my efforts.
"Get cleaning puppy," Beth said. "In the kitchen though. Joel and I want to
get better acquainted." Joel chuckled as he leaned in and kissed my girlfriend,
making sure that I saw it before I left the room.
There was plenty to keep me occupied in the kitchen. Plenty to clean. It
looked as though they had made several meals while I was gone as the sink was
piled high with dishes and there were plates and glasses scattered about the
countertops and table. Too there was a pile of Chinese Take-out containers
littering the room as well as newspapers and magazines. The garbage by the door
was overflowing, and there was a huge sticky stain on the tiles in front of the
refrigerator- tiles that I had just scrubbed clean a couple days before.
I sighed, depressed, wondering if that had purposely left everything for me.
Ken was not the best at picking up after himself, but this seemed a lot, even
for him and Cindy combined. Maybe they had had friends over. I wondered what
my own room looked like and unconsciously glanced at the little store room where
I had spent my last night here. I shuddered with a sudden chill. Then I got to
work...
***
I could hear Beth and Joel as I worked. I turned up the water, at first
drowning out their talking but before too long I could hear my girlfriend
starting to moan with pleasure. I could only imagine what they were doing- or
actually I could easily picture it in my head as I was certain that we had done
it too. Beth did love her sex.
Regardless I tried to tune them out, wishing that I had the courage to go in and
beat the shit out of Joel, or simply to run away. I could not break whatever
spell Beth had placed on me though, and the constant jangling of my dog tags
dangling from my collar kept me well in my new place.
I was just finishing up the dishes when I heard a car pull up into the back
yard. I looked up in horror to see Ken's sign truck roll in beside my old Ford
and after a moment I saw him and Cindy both get out of the truck. Ken looked at
my car, probably annoyed that it was in his spot but he simply shrugged and
walked towards the back door alongside Cindy.
I paled, wondering what I should do. I wanted to hide. I wondered what he
would say to find me here, wearing a dress and slaving away at Beth's whim. I
wondered too what he would think to find Beth making out with Joel in the living
room. God... would he save me- finally?
I trembled, licking my lips in anticipation, wiping at the countertop to keep
from screaming. I jumped to hear the back door slam shut, then winced to hear
Cindy's gasp of shock.
"Who are you?" Ken said in all honesty. He apparently did not have a clue. I
glanced at them, trying hard to smile and I saw Cindy clutching at his arm-
"Ken..." she whispered, "it's Jim..."
Ken blinked, a stupid look washing over his face. He opened his mouth to say
something, then blinked again-
"My god..." he mumbled, then heard Beth's moan from the living room. Ken
dropped the bag he was holding and dashed into the front of the house as Cindy
stood there and stared in disbelief.
"Oh, god, Jim... What's she done to you?"
Before I could answer we both heard Ken's shouting, almost shrieking from the
front room-
"What the fuck is goin' on? Who the hell is this? I told you I didn't want
this shit goin' on, Beth! Now get the fuck outta my house!"
Cindy started for the living room, telling me to 'come on'- thankfully- so I
followed. I saw Beth and Joel still on the couch, Ken standing over them and
shaking a fist at them. Joel had his shirt off now, his belt undone and his
shorts just barely covering the bulge of his huge cock. He looked pissed and
probably would have been on his feet already and fighting Ken if Beth wasn't
scratching at his chest and holding him in place. For her part she was simply
smiling sweetly up at Ken while he ranted. She glanced at me and Cindy and her
smile widened briefly. I noticed there was a wet stain about the right nipple
of her shirt as she finally eased forward.
"Just calm down, Ken."
"Calm down? Calm down! Jesus Beth! What the hell did you do to Jim? He's
wearin' a dress-"
"A maid's uniform," she countered calmly, ignoring his rage.
"I don't fuckin' care if it's a gunny sack! It's a dress! I told you I didn't
want-"
Beth pulled an envelope from the folds of her red shirt piled beside her on the
couch and tossed it onto the coffee table. Ken stopped in mid-rant and looked,
first to it, then back at her. Joel was grinning widely now as she played with
his nipple.
"What the fuck is that now?"
"Open it," Beth said with a conceited grin, crossing her legs and kicking her
foot impatiently. I stared at that, and she glanced at me knowingly. Ken
picked up the envelope and looked inside.
"Holy shit..."
Cindy, fearing the worst left me standing there and rushed to the side of her
man. She put a hand on his shoulder, looking at the envelope as Ken pulled out
a thick stack of bills. Even from a distance I could see that they were mostly
hundreds.
I made a quick calculation in my head- or did my best- wondering just how much
Beth could have gotten from my savings and checking accounts. Couple that with
four maxxed out credit cards and the amount became staggering, at least to me.
I never finished the adding as I heard Cindy swallow-
"Jesus..."
"I've got a proposition for you, Ken. Jim won't be needing his bedroom anymore,
and I'd like to move in." Ken looked up in confusion, but Beth waved off his
stuttering.
"She doesn't need much room. She can sleep in the storeroom like you had her
the other night. Or we can keep her out in the garage- I don't care. Point is,
there's enough money there to pay her debt that she owes, AND pay ALL the rent
and utilities, the groceries and whatever for at least a year. ALL of it, for
two- me and you. I'll take Jim's old room, and you keep yours, same deal as you
had before, but with me now. We can even sell off his old junk that I don't
want and split the profits..."
"I... I..."
"There are provisions though. Joel will be around when I want, just like Cindy.
And she-" Beth pointed at me, "stays as she is, or how I want her, whether
that's in a dress, or naked, tied up or what. No questions or arguments from
you. You don't have to join in- you are welcome to of course- both of you- but
you don't tell me what to do either if you don't like it."
"But...this money..."
"I emptied out his accounts and credit cards," she said with a shrug and Joel
chuckled. "There'll be calls and questions I'm sure. People will come around
looking for him- but he won't be here. She will! Jim left as far as we know,
ran off to Mexico or Canada or wherever, we have no idea. His sister gets the
bills, as his parents are dead. She's still his beneficiary. No harm, no foul
and no skin off any of us."
I saw Ken lick his lips and could not believe he was actually considering. I
heard Cindy-
"Ken... You can't do this. He's your best friend."
Ken glanced at Cindy sheepishly, then turned his gaze on me, licking his lips
again. He turned back to the wad of bills in his hand and hung his head...
"Okay..."
"Ken!" Cindy shrieked as Beth grinned and clapped.
"Great!" Beth exclaimed, leaning forward and planting both feet on the floor.
"Puppy, four more beers. Time to celebrate!"
I was almost crying as I trotted back into the kitchen and gathered up four
fresh beers. Ken had sold me out for what... a couple thousand dollars? Five
tops, as I knew that rent and utilities for a year would never exceed that,
leaving plenty for groceries and emergencies, gas for his truck and plenty of
paint for his signs.
My only hope of salvation was Cindy, but when I returned to the living room she
was seated on the couch next to Beth, with Ken in a chair that he had slid
closer. I sagged as she looked up, forcing a tight smile. I was certain that
she was struggling with all this, but figured that her love for Ken had won out
over her sense of right and wrong.
She took her beer along with the others...
***
The day rolled on, and they kept me hopping throughout.
When I wasn't waiting on their new little clique hand and foot, Beth sent me
back into the other parts of the house to keep cleaning. I was ever at their
beck and call of course, but I was made to keep cleaning the kitchen, and if I
got done with that I should do the bathroom. I nodded in compliance to her
commands and went about my business- such as it now was.
I was on my hands and knees again, scrubbing at the stain on the kitchen floor
while they all chatted in the other room, getting to know one another,
especially Joel. They were all chatty- all except Cindy who didn't say much at
all until I finally heard her ask Beth how she had done it. I heard Beth
giggle-
"It was simple really, once I thought about it. It was just a couple weeks ago,
right in there," Beth said pointing at my bedroom I imagined. "I was lying on
the bed, enjoying the moment while Jimmy licked me out, down my legs, started
kissing my feet. I thought that was pretty great, and I knew his birthday was
coming up so I wanted to do something really special that night.
"I took the bus out to that little store by the drive-in that sells the dirty
videos. I didn't know what I was looking for really- just something to spice up
the night. Maybe a video or some handcuffs, a gag or something. I saw a book
on Erotic Hypnosis that caught my attention. I didn't know what it was about,
but I thought it might be... fun.
"I thumbed through it, and god did I get hot as I imagined doing some of the
things it said to Jimmy. It was sort of vanilla, but it explained enough that I
knew I could do a few things and give both of us a wild night for his birthday.
I bought it- and the dog tags with my name engraved, but as I rode home on the
bus I started to think why I should just do it for a single night. I thought
that it'd be great to just give Jimmy a gentle push here and there, make him
more attentive and loving. It wouldn't be anything that he wouldn't want to do-
the book made that clear enough as I was just starting out. But I had to wonder
just what Jimmy wouldn't do? After all, he was already licking and kissing my
feet, and he had begged me to tie him up and let him be my slave- just for fun.
I wondered how far I could take it."
"So you hypnotized him?" I could hear the excitement now in Cindy's voice,
obviously intrigued.
"That's right," Beth continued. "Just the next night. I practiced a bit, but
when I had Jimmy hot and exhausted after eating me out and sucking him off it
was easy. I used the dog tags as something for him to focus on, a candle making
them sparkle as I dangled them and jingled them. It was hot in his room, and
dark and relaxing, and it didn't take long at all to put him under. He was
already putty in my hands, and I just made it official." I heard Beth giggle as
she sipped at her beer. I heard the scratch of a match and knew they were all
smoking now, caught up in her story.
"I used the dog tags as a focus. I told him that every time he saw them or
heard them, or even felt their weight that they would reinforce my commands and
his devotion. I asked him questions; what he wanted from our relationship, what
his fantasies were, how much he loved me and what he was willing to do for my
love- things like that. There wasn't a lot he's not willing to try, let me tell
you. I used that, giving him suggestions and subliminal commands, things that
he would remember- but wouldn't if you know what I mean."
By the silence I heard I imagined that the rest were nodding that they did. I
knew I did, starting to remember that night with the candles, Beth whispering in
my ear while she stroked my cock. Had I really been that easy?
"I did it a few times, reinforcing my commands for over a week up until his
birthday. I'd give him little things to do in the meantime; bring me a Coke,
light a cigarette, drive me somewhere- then I would just ignore him, not say
thank you or anything. He whimpered now and then," Beth said with a sly grin.
"You should have seen him last weekend when I made him stand outside the Mall
holding my pink purse up for two hours. He was almost crying from the
humiliation. He did it though, and I knew I had him. On the night of his
birthday I put it all together. And the rest is history, like they say."
There was silence from the other room as I renewed my scrubbing. I had been
right. Beth HAD hypnotized me, not that that knowledge did me any good now. I
was stuck as her TG slave with no hope of escape now that Cindy had seemingly
gone to the dark side. She was my only hope- though there was another I had
forgotten. Yeah, I know...
"So, he'll do anything?" I heard Cindy ask after awhile. Her voice was shaking
and timid, but still sounded intrigued, wanting more.
"So far," Beth replied. "From what I hear he's licked feet at his job and
slaved for three black women in the 'Hood'. My friend Jillian and her sister
tied him up and took off his body hair, and he let them."
"But how can anyone just order him around?" Ken asked sounding confused. He was
a little slow.
"Subliminal commands, Ken. As long as you order him, he'll do most anything.
It's the dominance thing that makes it work. He wants it, deep down. Want to
give it a test?" Beth asked, and by the silence I imagined that they all did.
"Bring us four more beers, puppy!" Beth commanded, and despite what I knew, and
my best efforts I found myself doing as she ordered, trotting happily into the
other room with four cold beers. I handed them out. Ken took his shaking his
head, and Cindy took hers wide-eyed. Joel just grinned and said 'Thanks,
bitch', and Beth just smiled, looking at me.
"Get down on your knees, puppy," she said, pointing to the floor right in front
of Joel. Joel stared down at me, still grinning but looking a little confused
as well.
"Puppy..." she said sweetly and softly, "I want you to pull Joel's shorts down,
and suck his dick." It was a request, not a command and I hesitated looking up
at her with huge, pleading eyes. Joel for his part flushed and sat up a little
straighter-
"What the-"
"Please, Beth..." I begged, cutting him off. "Please don't-"
"See," she said, cutting me off in turn. I didn't order him, so he thinks he
doesn't want to. I know otherwise though. Watch...
"Take out Joel's cock and suck it!"
There was nothing else to do as I reached forward and tugged at Joel's
underwear. He tried to bat my hands away at first, but Beth's hand on his arm
made him stop. Joel nervously settled back and watched as I eased his shorts
down and his prick sprang free. I heard Cindy gasp-
It was huge, ten inches at least and already erect and dripping. I knew just
looking at it that it would not take much to get him to explode. That didn't
stop me though as I shuffled forward on my knees and leaned in, opening my mouth
as wide as I could to take it all in...
"Oh god..." I heard Ken somewhere far away.
I heard Cindy gasp again as I slid Joel's huge, fat cock deeper and deeper into
my throat. I started gagging as it scraped the back of my throat, and it was
already pulsing as I closed my lips about its base, shoving my nose into his
pubic hair as I slid forward and back. I looped my tongue about his shaft, just
a gentle caress and I felt his explosion.
Hot jism plowed into the back of my throat and I gagged as Beth put her hand on
the back of my head to hold me in place-
"Swallow..." she commanded, and I tried, sucking as fast as I could, trying to
breathe, not to gag as my mouth filled with cum. After the initial reflex my
throat opened up and I was able to take it down. I felt shot after shot burning
down my throat. I could hear Joel moaning in pleasure and Beth laughing as she
shoved my head up and down his shaft.
Finally he subsided and I sagged back with my butt on my heels. Beth let me go
and I eased the huge, softening cock from my throat and mouth. I swallowed and
swallowed, licking my teeth and sucking in all I could- trying to swallow. I
heard Joel sigh as his legs stretched out. I looked up at him and he was
smiling dreamily, his inhibitions gone. I could hear Cindy panting as well, and
when I glanced her way she had one hand down her pants and her other down Ken's
as they madly kissed.
"Clean it bitch!"
I looked up at Joel and saw him smirking down at me. If there had been the
slightest doubt before it was long gone now. He had won in the end. He had
killed me without raising a hand, and I knew it as I eased forward and started
to lick the cum from his soft, huge cock.
I glanced at Beth, hoping maybe she would end all of this, or at least give me
the praise I craved. She simply smiled that sweet smile I loved and leaned back
in the sofa, extending her legs. She propped them on my shoulder and crossed
her ankles, taking first a sip of beer and then a long drag from her cigarette.
She blew smoke in my face.
"Good, puppy..."
