Owning Isabella
Copyright© 2025 by JDlit71
Chapter 5: A Visit With An Old Friend
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5: A Visit With An Old Friend - Isabella tells of finding new purpose in her miserable lonely life as she makes bad life choices.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma Fa Teenagers Blackmail Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys BBW Big Breasts Public Sex Size
I was getting more comfortable with being naked everywhere I went, which was usually in a car, at my apartment, or at some place that Tommy or Tammy was renting me out. It wasn’t like they were making me walk to the store naked to buy groceries, although Tammy did enjoy attaching a leash to my special collar and leading me to and from the car wherever we went. Tommy, on the other hand, enjoyed using a whip to usher me to and from places on my bare ass. My weakness was the humiliation and they knew exactly how to use me in the most effective ways.
Milly was different. They abused that poor woman to no end. Tammy would drive her to a park and wait until a jogger showed up, then offer them a blowjob from Milly while she whipped her ass mercilessly. The other place she would take Milly and make her blow strangers was the mall parking lot. Once, she made Milly hold a sign above her head that read “FREE BLOWJOBS” as she walked around the car naked. Tammy sat in the air conditioned car while Milly literally sweated her ass off outside walking on the hot pavement with her sign. Once she found at least three guys, Tammy got out and whipped Milly’s ass and tits while on her knees sucking off the strangers. At the end of the day, Milly couldn’t walk because she had second degree burns on her knees. She never complained though. I never understood her kink, but I never really understood mine either. I just knew I craved it more and more, which led me deeper and deeper down into the BDSM hole that had become my life.
About six months after I got my bells at the tattoo shop, Tammy announced that she had a big surprise for me. By then I had learned not to ask questions or raise concerns about anything that was noted as a “surprise” since every day was pretty much a surprise for me.
She led me by the leash out to the car, naked of course, and I remember it was turning fall weather. My nipples were pretty much healed and my tiny bells had been replaced by a larger set. The air was cold and my entire body was covered in goosebumps. They had restricted my diet to cum and cereal, and I had dropped a lot of weight. I was never allowed to look at myself in a mirror, but I knew I was losing weight because I was starving. They kept my mind preoccupied with humiliation and sucking a lot of dick, so it wasn’t like torture. It was more like a game of pleasure and pain.
“We’re visiting old friends today and you’ll be happy to know that Tommy is spending good money on this gift that I’m sure you’ll appreciate. Please make sure you thank him properly first chance you get,” Tammy ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.
I knew instantly where we were headed, although I wasn’t sure if they would be playing with me today or just giving me another piercing. At that point, I wasn’t really concerned with another piercing, but I was looking forward to serving Choo Choo again. I had a soft spot for her dominance and how she actually cared about my safety. I was willing to do anything for her and at that point I didn’t care if she knew.
As we pulled into the alley, my brain was flooded with memories and my nipples tingled just a little. There was a group of men huddled around a fire burning in a barrel, but Tammy seemed to ignore them. She took my leash and led me in through the back door with the big “X” spray painted on it. We were greeted by Jimmy and I suspected he knew we were coming and he was about to be cumming with Tammy.
Choo Choo smiled as we exchanged looks and I knew I was in for some fun. Tammy and Jimmy didn’t even bother to make an excuse, they quickly exited the small shop as soon as Tammy handed my leash to Choo Choo.
“You look so fuckable! You’ve lost weight my little sub! I’m using you as a ginny pig today. This is something I’ve never tried, but I’ll be using your abilities for this experiment,” Choo Choo explained in her most authoritative voice.
She jerked my leash and smiled as the familiar sound of my bells echoed throughout the room. The other artist was working on a young blonde woman, probably in her twenties, who was seated in the chair, naked and strapped down. She smiled at my bells and I wondered if she might be having the same “procedure” performed on her ample tits. She looked down at them as the artist took one nipple and pulled it out and released it a few times. I never saw him apply any ointment, he just jabbed it with the needle and applied the tiny stud and then moved onto her other nipple.
Suddenly the familiar banging against the wall began and Choo Choo shot me a look and a smile as we both broke out laughing. The other artist laughed along with us while the blonde just sat with a puzzled look on her face.
Choo Choo broke up the hilarious scene by whipping my ass with a riding crop. I quickly focused my attention solely on her as she moved the chair into a full horizontal position and strapped me down with my legs spread wide.
She was applying the last strap to my wrist when the blonde screamed, “OUCH! FUCK THAT HURTS!”
The artist quickly shoved a dildo mask over her face and buckled it in the back. I looked down and saw that he had pierced one side of her labia. A chill went up my spine. I wasn’t prepared for something like that, but I knew that Choo Choo would do everything she could to lessen the pain.
I watched as Choo Choo stripped down naked, climbed on top of me and planted her pussy directly on my mouth. I wanted to give her everything I had, but the anticipation of pain had me too nervous to go all in. I licked her nubby clit and used my saliva to get her as wet as possible, and she responded with moaning as she began playing with my clit. This eased my mind quite a bit and made me want to go harder with pleasuring her.
“Little jab, sweetie and then I’ll get started. You just do everything you can to make me cum!” Choo Choo said excitedly.
I hesitantly continued eating her pussy as I felt the little jab. Suddenly I heard the familiar sound of her tattoo machine next to me and I began feeling tiny pinches on the inside of my thigh. I instantly tensed up, but almost immediately my clit began to vibrate. Choo Choo was giving me a tattoo and using a vibrator on me at the same time I was licking her pussy! This blew my mind. It was the ultimate, at least at that time, pain and pleasure stimulation. I’m not sure she was prepared for me to cream and squirt while she was giving me this tattoo, but evidently she at least had put some thought into having plenty of towels on hand. She was also squirting me with something else that I caught a whiff of. It reminded me of something medical that they would use in a hospital. My guess was some kind of antiseptic to keep infection from happening, but I seriously had no clue. I just knew I was cumming and squirting as she used the vibrator on me while she inked my thigh. I must have had at least five orgasms and I’m pretty sure she came at least three times. She kept having to stop when she was cumming and I’m guessing it was because she wanted the tattoo to be perfect.
When she finished, she climbed down and unstrapped me from the chair. She handed me a mirror and I looked at my new tattoo. It looked like a black key hole of an old fashioned key. My brain quickly tried to make sense of it. I glanced at Choo Choo with a puzzled look on my face.
“It’s a FREE USE symbol. It means that anyone can fuck you or use you anytime they want and there’s nothing you can do but obey,” Choo Choo explained.
“So does that mean that Tommy can’t charge people to use me anymore?” I asked.
“Good question. He shouldn’t be charging for people to use you right now. That little man is such a bully. He should still be in jail if you ask me. You know he’s out on parole, right? He can’t leave the state,” Choo Choo explained.
“Wait, parole? He’s a juvenile. What do you mean parole?” I asked, clearly confused.
“Juvy? Tommy? Sweetie, he’s 23 years old, he’s not a juvenile. Who told you he was a juvenile?” Choo Choo asked.
“Well his mother did. When she introduced me a few years ago she said he was 13, I’m pretty sure. I mean every time I see him, he’s riding a bicycle or playing video games. He’s a teenager. I’m sure of it!” I said angrily.
“No, Sweetie, he’s not. I’ve seen his ID card. He lost his driver’s license when he was 19 years old for having too many DUI’s. He’s a scam artist, no doubt, but he pays his bills,” Choo Choo said, concerned.
“So he’s been blackmailing me because I thought he was a 15 year old? I can’t believe this?” I said, almost crying.
“It could be worse. You could be Milly,” she said sadly.
I was confused, very confused. Tommy had tricked me into giving him all my savings and convinced me that he owned me. At the same time, I had never felt so fulfilled in my purpose in life, or at least that’s what I thought. My mind raced back to that first day in the park when he rode up on his bicycle. How could I have been so gullible? He lied to me and literally had me paying his bills from renting me out. All because I thought he was 15 years old! I must have really looked confused and bewildered because Choo Choo put her arm around me and sat me down in the chair.
“Look, it sounds like he snookered and took advantage of you, that much is clear. Now, you need to ask yourself, do you want to be free or do you want to continue to be owned?” Choo Choo said in her most motherly voice.
I told her I wasn’t sure, that I needed time to think about this. I also needed someone to talk it over with, someone who would listen to my needs and understand my kink. I felt like Choo Choo was the closest person to fit that description, but at the same time she obviously had a vested interest in my decision. I got the feeling she might want to own me, which at that moment I would have happily signed over any legal rights to my body and mind to. At the same time I felt like I was unable to see the big picture.
I was just about to ask her to help me when Tammy and Jimmy burst through the door.
“Well, let’s see it. Spread your legs and lemme see your new tattoo, Moo,” Tammy said proudly. “Ooh, that’s nice! If I wasn’t choosy about who I fucked, I’d get me one of those.”
“You should!” Choo Choo said, encouraging her and smirking at the same time.
“Nah. Tommy would never let me do that. He’s too good to me. Besides, I owe him too much. Time to go Moo! We got customers waiting,” Tammy said suddenly.
And with that, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the door. I looked back at Choo Choo with a helpless look on my face. She shrugged her shoulders, but I caught a look in her eye that she understood.
We rode for a half hour before pulling into a subdivision with $300k homes, all with manicured lawns, swimming pools, four car garages, and long curvy driveways. We slowed as we reached our destination and pulled into the driveway up to the gated fence. Tammy pressed the call button and waited.
“May I help you?” the woman’s voice replied.
“Um, yes. It’s Tammy,” she replied as if they were old friends.
“Tammy?” the woman asked.
“Um, yes. I’m delivering Moo, I mean Bella? Tommy said you were expecting us?”
There was at least a few minutes of silence before the speaker cracked.
“Ok. Back up and tell Bella to bring the mail up with her. You can leave.” the woman said.
Tammy shot me a nasty look. I shrugged my shoulders because I had no idea where we were or who this was. How could I know?
“Ok, Moo. Out you go. You heard the lady. Get the mail and walk to the house. Try not to get lost,” Tammy said as she waited.
I got out, my bells ringing, and walked to the mailbox. Traffic was light, but a couple of cars slowed down as they passed me. I wanted to do a little curtsy and bow like a ballerina, but the gate was still closed and I still had no idea where I was. Also, if I got stuck out here in Richville, there was no telling how I would get home or who might pick me up.
I grabbed the mail as Tammy was leaving and the gate opened. Almost as quickly as it opened it began closing. I had to quickly trot back, barely making it back through the gate as it closed. I could have sworn I heard the woman chuckle through the speaker.
I made the long trek down the driveway, which must have been a quarter mile at least. The pavement was scorching the soles of my feet, so I opted for walking on the grass. Unfortunately, the grass had rocks and burs and sticks underneath the seemingly blanketed green Bermuda, so I made the long walk going back and forth from the heat of the pavement to the painful obstacles hidden in the grass. My bells clanged loudly the entire way.