Chapter 3: Absolute Power

That afternoon, once I was safely back in the office, it all hit me. I was overcome by fear, guilt and an awful case of anxiety, an anxiety that I have since discovered never really leaves you once you find yourself in a position of true blackmail. The facts are simple. Blackmail will make you cry. You’ll be frightened out of your wits. It’s just not like the fantasies I was imagining before I initiated my meeting with Tay. These days I jump every time my phone rings and my heart skips a beat with the ‘ding’ of every text I receive. I’m so frightened of the tone of my phone now I constantly find myself changing the sounds it makes.

And when I pick it up to check my messages and see it’s just a friend texting, the relief is palpable. Then I might let my guard down for a moment when it texts again seconds later knowing it’s just my friend adding to her previous text ... Nup! It’s Tahlia. Or one of her friends. Her gang all have my number now. And I’m trapped. Forced to react at their whim all because I allowed my libido to take reign over my brain.

True abusers, true abusers like Flea and Denny and Tahlia, obviously don’t get this feeling of unease I did but the sexual assault I was forced to not only watch but was also complicit in, made me sick to the stomach. I will never forget the look on that Girl’s face at my betrayal and at the time I swore I would do everything I could to make it better. The moment following the most powerful orgasm of my life that I had on that poor unfortunate Girl’s face, the same Girl that Tahlia had tricked into believing I might help, I ran. I got my things, threw my skirt back on and ran as fast as I could to my car and sped straight back to my office.

I just couldn’t get the Girl out of my mind. Certainly I had most likely ruined her life. Aided and abetted by Tahlia and her two best friends Flea and Denny. I learned that Flea is the enforcer. I don’t know her real name but she is called Flea in that classical Aussie way of nicknaming people to their opposite. Flea, apparently, is only the same age as Tahlia, same as Denny, but she is an enormous Woman for her age. Not fat. Oh no, just tall and strong and tough. The poor Girl started begging Tahlia not to hurt her the moment she walked into the toilets that lunch break and saw Flea. Of course she tried to run as soon as she saw them. Why on Earth the young Girl would go into the toilets alone at a school where Tahlia’s reputation was so well known is something I am yet to discover.

She had nowhere to run though. I don’t think Denny is quite as fearsome as the other two. But she is athletic and fast and will stop you getting away. Apparently that’s her job. The Girl squealed as she turned and ran straight into Denny who by that time had blocked the door and any hope of escape for our victim and by the same token any semblance of assistance for her either. That was to be where I would come in. Hiding in a cubicle, hearing the commotion, making out like I am the responsible adult, then rushing out to come to her aid only to kneel at my new Bully’s feet like the subservient, cowardly, little Girl I had become.

That alone was enough to make me feel so sick that afternoon in my office. But that wasn’t all. Tahlia had started to spin her web well before then. There were the text messages sent to my daughter from my phone, not actually from me, but seeming as if they were. Instead they were sent by this schoolgirl Bully that had taken control of my phone while I was stored away in that locker for the hour Tahlia promised I would be. There were also text messages to my Husband from the same mean, horrible Bully who now had firm control of my life. Of course he would think they were from me as well.

And then the coup de grace.

The photos and videos Tahlia had sent just prior to me getting back into my office of the sexual assault. Denny was doing the taping and I was so hopelessly implicated in the assault that Tahlia would text me the words immediately after:

“Absolute Power.”

I knew what she meant. Earlier in the day when I had arrived at her school to counsel Tahlia on her career, as I had done with numerous other troublemakers in the past, she had spoken about the balance of power. And then I basically sat back and allowed her to take that balance from me and tip it entirely in her own favour. This video had sealed it. The power was now absolutely with Tahlia and I was now totally at her mercy. I knew it. She knew it. There was nothing else in that video to implicate Flea, Denny or Tahlia. Just me. Not to mention my DNA all over the Girl’s face and most likely in her hair as well as what was left at the scene. But Tay would send me another text immediately after:

“Don’t worry too much Robbie. The Girl won’t snitch. Flea has it under control. It’s not her you have to worry about, it’s me lol. I’m the one with the evidence.”

And in my office that first afternoon I knew it all too well. It had happened so quickly and I could have done something to stop it so many times but I had led myself to believe I wanted this and now it was too late. I would be Her’s from then on. And I still am.

Before this day I was just a vanilla Wife, leading a vanilla life with my Husband and Daughter. Despite the difference in our age, Tahlia was several levels above me when it came to things I know nothing about like power exchange. Well I know about these things in theory but the trouble comes in practice, when you get to this point where you eroticize everything. Like I did. My brain stopped functioning normally and my libido took over. Of course I knew what was happening, that the things I was submitting myself to were so terribly wrong, but Tay was always a step ahead. It started with me giving her access to my phone. Who could have thought such a little thing could shift the balance so drastically in her favour. Then it was my libido. She was not going to let me cum until she had what she wanted. And didn’t I give it to her. Exactly what she wanted. My life in her hands.

My adrenalin was racing standing trapped in that locker before she came back to retrieve me for our lunchtime rendezvous. I was aroused beyond all reason, at the mercy of a school Girl Bully just like in my fantasies. Her panties in my mouth, taped shut, unable to free my wrists, I couldn’t even touch myself like I so desperately wanted to. I’ve since discovered that the hardest part and also most arousing part about being so hopelessly submissive is the loss of control. I was genuinely fearful of what Tay was doing with my phone while I was trapped more or less as nothing more than her prisoner. But now a few weeks later as I recall these events, it was at those moments where Tahlia had taken all control from me that always get me to the edge when I masturbate.

I’m a big reader. I like to research. Which I guess makes sense given my job. I have an enquiring mind and a thirst to know. Since finding myself at Tay’s mercy I have read a lot about submission and domination and the fetish and what parts of our brain cause us to be one way or the other. I’ve done online tests about myself. I know exactly why when I am fingering myself (edging Tahlia calls it, I even need her permission to orgasm these days but I am still forced to masturbate (or get to an edge) four times a day) I know exactly why my mind goes back to that moment trapped in the locker.

For the type of submissive I am, it’s the loss of control that we crave. And it was at that moment, hands tied, gagged, locked in a storage cupboard, while Tahlia had my phone, my purse, my car keys, basically full access to all my most personal belongings, that I experienced the greatest loss of control since becoming an independent young adult.

There’s this thing called a blackmail fetish. I’ve discovered since that it’s pretty normal in the kink/bdsm community for my type of submissive to have it. And it’s all about the fantasy of handing over control of your life to someone else. Consensual blackmail. But really it’s a contradiction in terms. Once you are blackmailed you lose all rights to consent. Sure you might have a signed agreement or whatever but if your blackmailer really wants to push, that agreement isn’t worth much more than the paper it is written on. And that’s the rush in it. Apparently nearly everyone who enters into a blackmail agreement with their dominant backs out quickly, once they’ve had a chance to orgasm and fully understand the actual danger of a game like this. Yet we all crave the loss of control. To give someone our lives to play with. And while I’m trapped in that locker that’s exactly the position I find myself in.

Another thing I’ve learned while being a slave to Tahlia these past few weeks. Time goes slowly. I’m always waiting for her! But eventually back in the locker I would hear the jangling of keys. Tay had already called out to me to say it was her and not the janitor. That was a relief! Or so I thought at the time, though as things transpired I might have been better off if it were the janitor.

She opened the locker and spun me around to cut the tape from my hands so I could pull her panty gag out of my mouth. I think she could see my mind think of what to do with them when she instructed me to keep them. Put them in my pocket and take them home with me.

‘Consider it a gift from your schoolgirl bully Robbie’.

She laughed and I looked at her, there was a twinkle in her eye. She was mischievous but mostly she had this glint of happiness, a look of confidence. I guess she had a very nice morning, finding an adult to toy with, a willing victim, someone she could use for her own advantage and gain.

‘So we’re going to go and meet my friends Robbie. I told you about them earlier remember?’

I had remembered and I have to say my stomach was doing backflips I was so nervous.

At this point there was still no real reason for me to submit to her, other than my desire to do so. Sure she had some pictures of me beneath her feet and of a mark on the side of my cheek where she had stood and pressed my face into the dirt. Embarrassing but still could be easily explained as a ‘teaching technique’ I guessed. She had even handed me back my bag and all the personal belongings that she had taken while she had me trapped in that locker. Well, all except my phone I would notice.

But my chance to fix this would end in the next fifteen minutes as Tahlia led me by the hand into that toilet block on the far side of the school where the lives of not only myself but some poor defenceless girl were about to be altered forever. As we walked in on the left I noted there were four toilets all obviously partitioned off for privacy. At the front of the room where we had just walked in were the sinks and a long mirror, then there was a small rectangular area of unused space in front of the toilets up to the side wall on the right. I was to find this area would give the girls the space they needed to trap their victim with very little hope of escape.

As we entered there were two girls leaning up against the sink. Both dressed identically to Tay in the light blue criss-crossed school uniforms with white socks and the same type of sandals Tahlia was wearing unbuckled at the side. One was the enormous woman, who had to be at least six foot tall, while the other more athletic girl did not have the exotic beauty of Tahlia or the menacing figure of Flea but with her shock of curly brown hair, she did exude a beauty all of her own.

‘Hey bitches’ Tahlia would greet them both with a warm hug before turning back to me.

I looked up at Flea who smirked back, seemingly amused by something and then over to Denny who smiled at me and gave me a little wave. Tahlia addressed me;

‘Okay Robbie, these are my two best friends Flea and Denny. Their word is like mine, they both have your number now and if they tell you to do something or want anything you are to treat it the same as you would if I told you. They are the only other people outside of myself that I can trust and rely on, your secrets will be safe with them. Now, while I had you stored away sucking on my panties (this sent the other two Girls into a fit of laughter) Flea and Denny have been busy on an insurance plan. On your knees now Robbie, I don’t want you standing up, you should be bowed before us’.

I started to mount my defence. Why, as an adult, it was a bad idea for me to be at their high school and kneeling in the girls toilet before them. How anyone could walk in. I would have an awful lot of explaining to do if someone was to see me like that before them in this environment. Then I glanced up (yes up!) at Flea. You know I am a big reader of eyes right? Windows into your soul type of thing, yeah. Well Flea wasn’t anything like Tay. Tay’s eyes were mischievous and full of fun, she was a leader and could draw anyone in by just the way she looked at you. But Flea’s eyes were cold and dangerous. I could feel no warmth there at all and couldn’t hold her stare for more than a moment.

I glanced briefly down at the vinyl floor then back up at Denny this time. Her eyes were more like Tahlia’s. She didn’t have that same intense look though and I got the feeling to her this was all just a fun game. She had a playful spark about her. It was clear to see that she was different to the other two, different culturally. Tay has an aboriginal heritage and quite an exotic look about her. Flea’s parents had obviously migrated here from Africa somewhere. Her skin has that perfect African tone to it, so perfect, so dark, so beautiful. But Denny, well if you consider the quintessential tanned Aussie with those playful blue eyes and naturally curly brown hair cut to the shoulder. To me she looked like she would always be ready for a party. Or ready to head down to the beach. And when I looked at her, it was her words that bought me to my knees.

‘Come on puppy’ she said ‘down you go’ in her playful voice.

And at Denny’s command there I was on my knees before her and two of the most fearsome women I had ever met. That’s when Tahlia spoke again:

‘When you are on your knees before me Robbie you are to be prostrated not kneeling up like a begging puppy. When I want you to beg you can sit like that, but for now this is about you respecting your position beneath us. I want your forearms flat on the floor and your forehead touching the ground between them. Do not look up. You listen and only listen. Don’t speak. Butt high and proud in the air, head in the fucking dirt on the floor. Don’t think you’re special either. All my pets learn this position beneath me. Usually, of course, we have to force them like this. But you’re a bit different aren’t you Robbie?’

I didn’t know whether Tay was expecting an answer or not. I had done what she said, my forehead was now resting on the cold vinyl of the floor, butt high in the air and arms flat out beside my head.

‘Please hurry Tay’ I mumbled, still more worried about someone walking in and seeing me like this rather than the shocking predicament I was about to find myself trapped in.

‘Shut up Robbie, did I just tell you not to speak? You’ll learn pretty fucking quickly not to disobey.’

With my eyes focused on the ground beneath me while I knelt bowed before them, I could sense movement around and then cool air on my backside as my skirt was yanked up over my bottom exposing my underwear. Moments later my panties were roughly pulled down mid thigh leaving my arse and pussy totally exposed. I’m certain I heard photos being taken as well. My terror at being in this position in a public place sent my heartrate flying and adrenalin flowed through me all seemingly concentrated on my increased arousal at such humiliation. In not so many words, my pussy was leaking like a faucet.

Then there were fingers roughly pulling at my scalp as my medium length cut was draped over my head so it covered the floor surrounding my face. I could then feel someone actually stand on my hair that was left to lay on the floor so I was basically frozen in place with my forehead plastered to the toilet floor. If I tried to move my head at all it could only have resulted in a very painful yanking on my scalp.

‘Okay Robbie, from now on when I tell you to kneel before us this is our expectation of you. I want you to feel totally owned and humiliated when I talk to you. I want you to feel helpless, vulnerable and scared. We rarely have time to have our pets totally nude before us but I think having your pants pulled down is a helpful reminder of you in your place. And you’re going to grow your hair out further for me as well, I like this position standing above you, well standing above any pet of mine really, but to stand on your hair where you can really feel my presence practically with every breath. Usually when I put you into this position it will be with news that I think you might find challenging. News that might normally make you think about resisting me and my friends. But you’re opportunity to resist has now past.

You see Robbie in the past hour while I had you safely locked away, Flea and I have been making arrangements. Arrangements that will make your submission to me much less willing and much more permanent. I meant the things I said to you this morning. This is the last place in the World you should want to be. I know at the moment your cunt is gushing we can all see it, you’re excited, scared, nervous. Isn’t the rush of adrenalin you’re feeling right now just the best! (Yes, I could sense her sarcasm!) But let’s just put all that to one side for a moment and have a think about things, shall we...

I don’t think your beautiful daughter Carly has ever met Flea, has she?’

My heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of my daughter’s name. This was getting way out of hand. None of my fantasies involved anyone other than me submitting to my bully. My family, my life, they were totally separate to my fantasies of submission and bullying. I made an unconscious decision to move, maybe even get up, you know, to protect my daughter and my family but I was trapped in place by the pair of shoes currently standing on my hair either side of my face. I squealed a little at the sudden pain. Tahlia continued her rant:

‘Ooh, did I just hit a nerve there Robbie?’

I knew it wasn’t a question, more a statement.

‘You don’t want Flea to make friends with Carly? You see Flea isn’t a lesbian. She thinks pussy is disgusting. But she does like to make unwilling Girls eat her box. Can you imagine beautiful, perfect, darling Carly trapped beneath Flea unable to breathe until she sticks out her tongue and licks? I’ve seen it happen a lot. And not just kids either. Some teachers as well. It’s easy to arrange Robbie. Flea has the number of every contact in your phone and Carly is set as a favourite. She likes the white girls the best. Just ask Denny! (more laughter this time from both Flea and Tay, seemingly Denny is no longer here) Oh, and she also has your address in her phone too. Same as me. We can come and grab little Carly anytime we want. Take her in her own bedroom if Flea fancies that.

But Flea and I do have an arrangement. She won’t do it unless something happens to make her. Like you displease me in any way for example. I told you earlier Robbie that I would own you and your life. I would take what I want. I don’t make idle threats. To me this is just a business transaction. Just taking a little more power from you for me. Don’t get me wrong Robbie. I’m very pleased you chose to submit to me this morning. Even if you didn’t realise what you were actually getting yourself into! (laughter again from the two girls).

Now I am going to give you the opportunity to speak. You may lift your head from the ground and look up at me from the begging position. Listen to my words carefully Robbie. The Begging Position. And take the hint. The begging position is not a position of negotiation. It is what it is. Now get the fuck up and tell me what I want to hear!’

I could immediately feel the tension lift from my hair as Tay stepped away so I could kneel in front of her. I raised myself back up so I was just on my knees with my arms dangling uselessly at my side and looked at Tay who was leaning casually now against the sink. She smiled at me, it was so engaging, hard to believe that she could look at me like that, like we could still be friends, given the threats she had just made. She knew she had won the battle, well a battle I had set out to lose truthfully, but I never thought I would be annihilated like this. Not like how I was feeling at that time kneeling before my schoolgirl bullies begging and pleading them to leave my precious little girl alone. Of course Carly was not little, she was the same age as my Bullies, but I had sheltered her from Girls like these and situations like this all her life.

And then while I begged and blubbered and cried before them, Tahlia pulls my phone out of her pocket and starts texting someone. I hesitated when I saw it, assuming it was in my bag Tahlia had returned when she released me from the locker. I stopped begging, and I asked very nicely if I might be allowed to have my phone back please. Tay just ignored me and continued to text so I went back to pleading and begging them to leave Carly out of this. Once she finished with her text she walked over to me and ruffled my hair,

‘There’s a good girl. I like to hear you beg, it is a good reminder for us both of our relationship now and where the power truly sits. I like to hear the panic in your voice. It actually turns me on a bit. Which is good news for Carly isn’t it. If it arouses me to hear you beg me not to hurt her, then it’s less likely I will hurt her and more likely that I’ll make you beg me not to more often. Make sense little Robbie?’

I guessed she didn’t want an actual answer as I sadly nodded my head in agreement.

‘Okay, now I know you were panicked about someone coming in and seeing you like this but there was no need. While Flea is my enforcer, Denny is in charge of security detail. I just wanted to ramp up your tension levels a bit. (More laughter). She’s opened the door now though and it’s time for us to test your loyalty to me. This is very important. No one is forcing you to be here and I need to be assured your loyalty remains with me at all times. So you’re going to go and sit in that empty toilet over there with the door closed and when the first girl walks in here Flea is going to jump her.

Having you, and by extension your daughter, at her mercy has made Flea a little horny. Ever since I told her about you and showed her Carly’s profile she has been stalking Carly’s Facebook photos, she can hardly keep her hands off her cunt!’

The Girls laughed out loud. My stomach knotted a little further. What had I done? And the tears flowed freely as I tried to work a way I could get out of this situation.

‘Anyway, as I was saying, when the first girl walks in Flea is going to make her kneel down and force her to lick her pussy. It is likely you will hear some begging and pleading if things go the usual way, we don’t care if it’s a junior or a senior or a mid-year as soon as they walk in they’re our next victim. Now you are to listen carefully Robbie, listen for the signs, and as soon as you think it is necessary I want you to come bursting out of that toilet with all intention of saving the poor Girl. I can only imagine her eyes lighting up as she sees an adult ready to come to her rescue, it will be such a hit!’

Tay and Flea both laugh again like the potential rape of an innocent girl is just another day at the office.

‘But you work for me now Robbie. You’re my girl. And you won’t save her, you will follow my instructions. And do absolutely everything I say’.

Tay’s eyes had that hard look about them again now. Deadly serious, the life was gone, even if only momentarily, as she laid down my law.

‘Now I want you to tell me what happens if you don’t do everything I say Robbie, you know how serious I am by now in my threats don’t you?’

I nodded in response,

‘Yes Tay, I understand. I will do everything you say, I know you will get Carly involved if I fail you in any way. I want to serve you though, please let’s not hurt anyone else. What if the girl that happens to walk in that door reports what you do to her to the police, then what? Please let me just do whatever you and Flea want. Please?’

Tahlia clapped in delight.

‘Begging again Robbie! How wonderful, and from the begging position too. I love it!!’

She laughed as she ordered me to stand and pull my underwear up and to go and sit in the toilet and wait.

I guess you won’t often have someone confess that the greatest orgasm they ever had coincided with the worst fifteen minutes of their life. But that’s precisely what would happen to me. It must have only been minutes before Denny came running in to say that someone was coming. Apparently a mid-schooler, nice looking Girl and coming alone. I heard Flea clap in delight or maybe she just clapped hands with Tay. I was sitting quietly in my stall by now with the door shut struggling to keep my fingers from stroking my pussy and could only hear what was happening. Still didn’t stop me feeling sick enough that I thought I would spew up though.

As I said earlier the pleading I heard was immediate. From the moment she saw Flea she knew she was in a bad position. Everyone in the school knew of Tay, knew what she was capable of, and obviously by extension Flea and Denny too. The newspaper article that had drawn my attention to Tahlia in the first place had only enhanced that reputation around the school. All the other kids knew that she should have been expelled. That she was only here because the department overruled the Principal. And yet here was this Girl coming into a block of toilets isolated from the rest of the school alone? It didn’t make sense.

There were the footsteps and the scuffle as she tried to make her escape only to find Denny blocking the path out. I heard a squeal and a muffled cry for help, it was like someone was holding their hand over her mouth. I knew this was my time to come out from my hiding place, time to come out and save this poor victim from these Bullies. And I think as I opened the door that was actually my plan. I am a good citizen. I’ve never been in trouble and brought my daughter up the right way. I was genuinely going to stop this.

As I opened the door the four sets of eyes look at me. Denny and Tahlia both smiled as they saw me, while Flea continued to struggle as she held her victim from behind. Flea had snaked her arms inside the elbows of the girl who had been rendered pretty much helpless already. Flea was so tall that the smaller girl’s feet actually dangled uselessly just above the ground. But it was the girl’s eyes that told the story. Genuine terror. That’s all I could see at first until she realised that someone else was here. There was a flash of relief as I yelled at Flea to let her go. I used my best adult/Mother’s voice as I sternly set down the law,

‘Flea,’ I yelled panicked and nervous but I meant it quite genuinely, ‘you put that young lady down this instant. Let go of her right NOW!’

In an instant I understood the difficulties of teaching unruly teenage criminals these days and perhaps why Tahlia was able to get away with as much as she did. Flea just flashed a big smile at me and shook her head. Did she just tell me no?

‘I mean it Flea. You let go of her. If you don’t I’ll ring the police.’

I had genuinely meant what I said. I was willing to ring the police. The look of terror in the poor girl’s eyes had shaken me enough to think I could actually stop this. Tahlia laughed from behind me.

‘Come on Robbie’ she said waving my phone at me ‘how are you going to call the cops when I have your phone?’

Forgetting my place for a moment I immediately back chatted.

‘I don’t care Tay. I will run out of that door and call for help if I have to. I’m not letting either of you hurt that girl.’

Tahlia smiled, ‘Okay then Flea let her go. We’ll go and wait outside Carly’s school instead’.

And that was where it all ended for me and the Girl. I melted. It took Tay all of about thirty seconds to call my bluff.

‘That’s unless Robbie here has changed her mind. What do you think Robbie?’

I looked across briefly at Tahlia, that look of fury was back.

‘Begging position NOW’ she yelled at me.

And I just dropped to my knees at the feet of my bully. Dropped to kneel at my new Bully’s feet like the subservient, cowardly, little Girl I had become. Suddenly Tahlia had that playful look in her eye again,

‘Beg me to play with her instead of Carly then Robbie. And you better make it convincing my little pet, you know how badly Flea would like to meet that daughter of yours’...

Along with Tahlia, Denny also looked like she was having a great time. Her face was bright and mischievous while Flea continued to hold the struggling girl helplessly by the arms. It was hard to imagine between the girl and I and the three of them how different our Worlds were at that moment. Terror filled our half, while a teenage playfulness seemed to come from theirs. It just wasn’t fair.