Pathways to Submission: Zoe
Copyright© 2026 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 15: Stonewell
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15: Stonewell - Having missed out on the chance of qualifying for the Olympics, ice skater Zoe joins a raunchy travelling ice show run by Heather Hopkins, a domineering older skater. While on the show's latest tour, Zoe befriends the five other skaters, forming an intimate relationship with one of them. However, after a short while, Mistress Heather receives an offer to sell Zoe's contract to a wealthy dominatrix who has her own plans for Zoe.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Fiction Workplace BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation White Female Hispanic Female Petting
Zoe packs her overnight bag with the same care she uses when preparing the rink: neatly, methodically, checking each item twice. Mistress Brigitte expects tidiness and punctuality. Zoe has learned to meet her expectations without hesitation or suffer the consequences.
Downstairs, the house is quiet. Diana and Vicky are finishing their early morning tasks, moving with the smooth efficiency of people who understand the rhythm of the household. Zoe is waiting in the foyer when Mistress Brigitte enters, coat on, keys in hand.
“Good,” Mistress Brigitte says. “You’ll have several hours to yourself while I’m at the office. Use them wisely.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Zoe replies, pleased that she isn’t being given tasks to carry out in Stonewell while her mistress is working.
They step outside just as Brit’s car pulls up the drive. She’s dropping Samantha off early for her warm?up session before Zoe leaves. Samantha climbs out, bundled in a soft blue jacket, her expression brightening the moment she sees Zoe.
“You’re going so soon,” Samantha says, trying to sound casual but failing. “To Stonewell.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow morning,” Zoe assures her. “In time for your lesson.”
Samantha nods, though her shoulders tighten. “I know. I just ... wanted to say good luck.”
Zoe smiles. “It’s just a regular trip we make each fortnight. There’s no need for concern.”
Brit leans against the car door. “Stonewell’s a good time,” she says lightly. “I’ve got friends there. Might head in there tonight.”
Zoe feels the faintest twist in her stomach. She keeps her tone even. “I hope you enjoy it.”
Brit’s grin is slow, amused. “I usually do.”
Mistress Brigitte steps forward, ending the moment. “Zoe, we’re leaving.”
Samantha gives a small wave as Zoe climbs into the passenger seat. Brit watches them go, expression unreadable except for the faint spark of mischief in her eyes. Brit would like to add Zoe to her troupe of regular girlfriends... ‘Brit’s harem’ as she and others jokingly call them. However, Zoe is too much under Madame Brigitte’s thrall to do more than flirt.
The drive to Stonewell is quiet, the landscape shifting from rolling countryside to the clean lines of the city. Zoe watches the buildings rise, feeling the familiar mix of anticipation and uncertainty. Stonewell is very different from Le Gîte ... a chance for Zoe to be anonymous.
Mistress Brigitte parks her car beneath a sleek office tower. “I’ll be working until six,” she says. “You may explore the city, but stay within the central district. Return here by a quarter to six.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Brigitte’s gaze lingers on her for a moment. “Use the time to clear your mind. You’ve taken on more responsibility this season. I expect you to manage it.”
Zoe nods. “I will, Mistress.”
Brigitte leaves with her usual purposeful stride, disappearing into the building. Zoe steps out into the city air ... brisk, busy, alive. She walks through the streets, following her regular route on these fortnightly visits to Stonewell. Zoe takes in the cafés, the bookshops, the small galleries tucked between office blocks. She buys a tea, sits on a bench, and watches people hurry past. It feels strange to have unstructured time. Strange, but not unpleasant.
Her phone buzzes. A message from Brit. ‘Stonewell treating you well? Try not to get lost. The city can be overwhelming for country folk.’
Zoe exhales through her nose, half amused, half irritated. She’s aware of the game being played, but Brit stands no chance of adding Zoe to ‘Brit’s harem’. Zoe types back: ‘I’m fine. Enjoy your evening.’
Her reply is instant. ‘Oh, I will. Meeting a few friends. They’ve been missing me.’
Zoe pockets her phone, refusing to give Brit the satisfaction of a reaction.
At a quarter to six, Zoe is waiting outside the office tower. Mistress Brigitte emerges shortly after six, coat over her arm.
“Come,” she says. “We’re expected.”
They walk through the evening streets to a discreet building with a single door and a brass plaque. Inside, the private club is warm and elegant, filled with low conversation and the soft clink of glasses. Mistress Brigitte’s circle of friends greet her with familiarity. They have the look of lawyers, entrepreneurs, and academics ... people who speak with confidence and move with purpose. The common theme among them is the additional presence of a young man or woman, who, like Zoe, are collared and in thrall to their master or mistress.
Zoe stands slightly behind Brigitte, observing, listening, absorbing the cadence of the room. She has been to this club several times before, and she knows those in the group ... at least by the name they use here. There’s no need to hide her relationship to her dominatrix since everyone here is a master or mistress, or someone in thrall to them. Later some of them will move downstairs, and that’s when the fun begins.
In the club basement later, Mistress Brigitte checks on Zoe with small glances ... not protective, but supervisory, ensuring Zoe maintains the standards expected of someone representing Brigitte’s standard of training. Just because Zoe, Daisy, Cliff and Rob ... all slaves ... are performing a naked orgy for their betters, doesn’t absolve Zoe from satisfying her mistress’s expectations. The orgy is a one of Zoe’s few opportunities to have unrestricted sex. Mistress Brigitte sometimes has Zoe wear a chastity belt, however, tonight isn’t one of those times.
Zoe lets go of her inhibitions and puts on a performance for the orgy’s audience. She sucks cock, and writhes and moans like a porn actress when Daisy teases her clit. She achieves a couple of orgasms before the focus of the performance turns towards pleasuring their masters and mistresses. Mistress Brigitte prefers one of the male slaves to attend to her needs, declining Zoe’s offer to service her. The rejection doesn’t upset Zoe since she has known since she first met Mistress Brigitte that her sexual preferences lean towards men. Mistress Brigitte is happy to dominate other women, but when it comes to physical sex, then her bed partner is invariably male.
It’s close to midnight by the time they return to the apartment. The apartment is minimalist, immaculate, and unmistakably Mistress Brigitte’s ... clean lines, muted colours, everything in its place. Zoe settles onto her foam camping mattress and stares at the city lights glowing through the curtains.
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