Pathways to Submission: Zoe
Copyright© 2026 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 8: Accepting the Inevitable
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8: Accepting the Inevitable - 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
The bag contains what is blatantly a skmpy animal skin costume from some raunchy prehistoric movie set. If that isn’t bad enough, there is also a black leather bondage collar complete with a padlock and key. Zoe is nervous at what is going to happen this morning, but she’s too much in Mistress Heather’s thrall to delay changing into the outfit. At least the costume is in her size, as are the furry boots. She leaves the collar to last, hoping for some miracle that causes Mistress Heather to change her mind. No such miracle occurs, and Zoe locks the collar around her neck after first ensuring that it fits comfortably. She puts her dress and shoes into the bag and does her best to act nonchalantly as she leaves the restroom. Fortunately there are few people about at this early hour of the morning. Mistress Heather is waiting by a taxi when Zoe emerges from the building.
“Key,” says Mistress Heather after taking the bag with Zoe’s dress inside.
Zoe hands over the key to her collar, which Mistress Heather casually drops into her purse. Finally she gives Zoe a thorough examination and tests the lock on her collar. Zoe wishes her mistress would hurry up so Zoe can get out of sight. More than one passerby has glanced in her direction while she’s been standing outside, and she suspects that the taxidriver is busy ogling her in his mirror.
Finally Zoe is allowed to get into the taxi. Mistress Heather slides in beside her before handing the driver a slip of paper with the address of their destination. To ensure Zoe doesn’t know where she is going, Mistress Heather slips a blindfold over Zoe’s eyes.
“Mustn’t spoil the surprise,” chortles Mistress Heather.
Zoe suspects that Mistress Heather’s comment is more for the benefit of the taxi driver than her. With Whitesand Beach being a holiday town catering for all tastes, the driver is no stranger to transporting sex workers. However, it’s very early in the day for such business. The ride to their destination takes about ten minutes, most of the journey being completed at speed. Mistress Heather pays the driver and guides Zoe out of the taxi with her blindfold still in place. Zoe hears the taxi drive away, confirming that Mistress Heather and Zoe will be here for a while. She is escorted inside a building which smells of flowers and waxed wooden floors.
“Madame Brigitte du Frêsne was impressed by your performance last night,” says Mistress Heather as she removes Zoe’s blindfold. “She has commissioned a private session. Cooperate and you’ll receive ten percent of the session fee. Displease her and your earnings last night will become dust.”
While Zoe doesn’t take kindly to threats, she has no option but to obey. Besides, so far she has done nothing worse than dress up as some prehistoric cave woman, and put on a kinky leather collar.
“Ah! The girl is even prettier up close,” simpers a woman in her early thirties dressed in a clingy red satin dress. Zoe can’t tell whether her French accent is genuine or fake.
Zoe still isn’t fully accustomed to being spoken about like piece of furniture. And again there was the use of that demeaning word ‘girl’ in reference to her. Mistress Heather senses Zoe’s immediate reaction and intervenes before something happens that they both might regret later.
“Zoe is new to the life of a submissive,” says Mistress Heather. “She has yet to experience the full lifestyle benefits that a dominatrix can offer her.”
“Hmm. Then I look forward to contributing to her education on the subject. I must say that I was impressed at the way she responded to the lash across her deux seins last night. May I see the resulting effect?”
“Certainly. Zoe, open your top and let Madame see the welt on your tits.”
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