Chapter 40: Lawyer Bitch Turned Eager Slave

Did I go too far with that lesbian daughter? Clara wondered. She had started this to punish bullies, but what had that girl done besides not being what her mother wanted. What is happening to me?

Clara hardly felt real any longer. She had her own mother with her but didn’t use her for sex all that much. It was like Clara was becoming something more. A goddess in truth. Something beyond morality and ethics. Something that moved with a will that she thought was her own.

It should have been the mother I punished, thought Clara. Why didn’t I?

It was so hard to think. Her fingers itched to send out another tweet as she drifted invisibly through the halls of the law firm. How long had she been here? Was it still the same day? Had more days passed? Was she even real?

“You won’t believe the disgusting thing my friend Trevor asked me to do,” a woman’s snapped. She was in the break room of the law firm, dressed like a slut according to the new dress code. “You know how everyone you know wants some free legal work.”

“Yeah, it’s such a pain,” the other woman said.

But it was the first woman Clara stared at. A busty redhead whose tits were almost spilling out of her low-cut blouse. “Well, he wants me to write up a BDSM contract. Can you believe that? Some disgusting Fifty Shades of Gray bullshit. He wants to have a sex slave contract. To own a woman like a piece of cattle. It’s foul. He’s a worm. God, BDSM is for freaks.”

“I guess.”

“No guessing,” the redhead said. “They all should be put down, especially the men into it. Fucking freak. I’m thinking about contacting his ex-wife! She could use his deviant behavior to rake away his visitation rights.”

“That’s so mean,” the other lawyer said.

Clara agreed. She had already looked up redhead on the firm’s website and started her tweet. Blood boiling, the invisible goddess had a bully to punish now. For sure. This was something she would do. Not some nebulous impulse that rose out of her depths.

“Gina Cartwright is so wet at the idea of being her friend’s personal sex slave. She wants to be his BDSM slut. So she’s going to make a naughty video, send it to him, and beg him to come over.” #Beg4Bondage #YesMaster #BarbieSlut”

Gina Cartwright

“Are you really going to ruin his life?” my friend Talia asked.

“Oh, I am going to fuck his life up for being a disgusting—”

DING! chirped from my phone

“—dominating man. I want him to tie me up and clamp my nipple and do such filthy things to me.”

“Uh...” Talia stared at me with this strange expression in her eyes. “I thought you hated BDSM.”

“Why would I hate something as glorious as being tied up by a strong and powerful man?” I whimpered, my pussy was on fire. “I have to go! I have to make a video!”

“During work?”

“Fuck work, I have to be a sex slave!” I darted out of the break room. For a moment, it felt like I passed through something ... warm. A presence. I didn’t care. I had to get out of here.

“Have you lost your mind?” my friend cried out.

It felt like I had just gained it back. Nothing in my life had ever felt so right as becoming Trevor’s sex slave. It clicked in my mind. Being his submissive slut was my purpose. I was born for him. I had to attract his attention and latch him down.

That dumb bitch that divorced him was a fool. She should have become his slave-wife. Stayed home in an apron and a collar to tend the house while he worked hard to support her. Then greet him on her knees, kiss his feet, and beg to be fucked in the ass by his big dick before he enjoyed her delicious, home-cooked meal.

I had to learn how to cook!

I hit the elevator and pounded the button for the parking garage. It had never taken so long. The moment the doors were open, I burst out of them. I hurtled towards my car. It unlocked the moment I got near it. I unplugged it from the charger and climbed in. I put it in reverse. The Tesla hardly made a sound as I backed up.

I sped out of the parking lot, cut off a car exiting onto the street, then blazed off to my apartment. I drove into another parking garage and found my space. I climbed out and rushed to the elevator. Why did it have to take so long? My pussy soaked my panties. I had to make my video.

What if another woman was trying to be his sex slave right now. I had to out slut her!

My elevator dinged on my floor. I darted past my potted plants, the only companions I had. I worked so hard at the firm to make partner that I didn’t date. Just hook ups and my growing collection of vibrators, dildos, and other toys.

I rushed to my bedroom and ripped off my clothes. Blouse, bra, skirt, stockings, and panties. I was naked in moments, my big tits bouncing and jiggling. I trembled as I gathered up a few choice toys for the video, my cunt on fire.

“Come on,” I muttered as I dug through my closet. “I know you’re in ... Yes!”

I grabbed out the tripod with an attachment to hold my phone. I set it up at the foot of the bed and stuck my phone in there. I made sure the shot was lined up and darted for the bed. My heart raced as I settled myself in place, legs pressed tight, my boobs quivering.

I fluffed my pillows, getting myself to the right elevation. I was ready. “Siri, start recording.”

“Recording in progress,” Siri answered.

I stared at my phone and moaned, “God, Trevor, ever since you asked me about that sex slave contract, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. Being a slave. Your slave. You set this hot fire in me. You made me so fucking wet. See.”

I spread my legs apart and showed off my shaved pussy. It had 12 megapixels. That were so many of them. My wet cunt must be coming up crystal clear on the video. 4K. That was a lot of resolution. He should be able to see the individual drops of cunt cream dripping off me.

“Do you see how wet I am?” I whimpered, rubbing at my cunt now. My fingers came away soaked. “I want to be your sex slave so badly! I want to serve you in every way possible. You don’t need a contract with me. Just own me!”

I grabbed my dildo and plunged it into my cunt. I shuddered, my legs twitching. I soaked the toy in my snatch as I moaned with such wanton delight. My cunt clenched around the thick shaft as I ached for the real thing.

I pulled it out and held up the dildo. “Look at how fucking wet I am for your cock, Trevor. My slutty cunt is melting. I’m so wet, I don’t even need lube to fuck my asshole.”

I pressed the dildo against my anal ring and thrust hard. I groaned as my asshole stretched open wider and wider. I quivered here, my moans echoing through the room as my asshole stretched to take the toy. I whimpered as it popped in.

“See how much of a wet slut I am!” I gasped, my back arching as the dildo sank into my bowels. “I just need your cock. I want to worship it. Submit to it. Take you in all my holes. I’m so ready to submit and be owned by you.”

I grabbed another dildo and thrust it into my cunt.

“I want this to be your cock,” I whimpered as I fucked the dildo in and out of my cunt. I savored how great the toy felt in me. My asshole clenched around the other toy as I fucked my snatch. “I’ll do anything to be yours. Tie me up, whip me, slap me. I don’t care. I just want to serve you. Fuck being a lawyer. I want to be your sex slave. Cook for you, clean your house, and suck your dick when you come home from work. No nagging, just all the hot cunt wherever you want it!”

Just saying those words swelled me to my orgasm so fast. I quivered here, ramming the dildo in and out of my cunt. It was so hot. My toes curled as I stared into the camera, my big tits jiggling from the force of my thrusts.

“Please, please, make me you’re little fuck-twat whore! Your slutty sex slave. You can do anything to me. Collar me. Spank me. Tie me up and pound my ass. I’m your dirty cunt-toy. Humiliate me! Degrade me! Show me what it’s like to be owned by a man!”

I exploded.

My orgasm burst through me so fast. My asshole convulsed around one dildo, my pussy around the other. I squealed out my pleasure as I bucked on the bed. My body thrashed through all this pleasure. It swept through me. Felt so amazing. I loved every second of it. I quivered through my rapture.

“Oh, my fucking god!” I howled. “Dominate me!”

The rapture drowned my mind. Stars flashed before my eyes. It was so incredible. So wonderfully sexy. I loved every second of this. My heart pounded in my chest as I bucked through this amazing rapture. Stars danced before my eyes.

“I need you!” I screamed.

My back arched, tits heaving. I thrashed on my bed as I drowned in the ecstasy. It was such a rush to want this. I groaned as my orgasm peaked. I shoved my dildo deep into my cunt and lay here panting, floating on euphoria.

“Oh, Trevor,” I whimpered, wanting to move. I felt so amazing. “I’ll be waiting before my door. Come claim me. Right now. Don’t wait!” I shuddered. “Siri, end recording.”

“Recording stop,” the voice said.

I shuddered here, panting. It took me a few minutes to get the energy to get up. I had never cum so hard in my life. And I knew this was just a taste, a fantasy, of what was to come. I pulled both dildos out of me and left them on the bed. I staggered to the tripod and grabbed my phone.

I texted Trevor a link from my iCloud account. I tossed my phone on the bed and did my first act of submission. I moved to my front door. After double-checking it was unlocked, I knelt before it, thrusting my rump into the air and pressing my face into the carpet.

Pussy juices dripping down my thighs, I waited.

And waited.

I couldn’t see the clock. It was dark in my living room, the curtains pulled. I liked my privacy. I waited, the beat of my heart pounding like thunder in my ears. I breathed slowly to calm my growing anxiety.

What if he never came?

I was starting to get sore holding the position. I wanted to get up and stretch, but what if he came just at that minute? The idea he might catch me not kneeling scared me. I had to show him I could be his sex slave. I had to be here ready and willing to do whatever he wanted to me.

Every time I heard the elevator dinged, I tensed. Every footstep in the hallway sent a fresh trickle of pussy juices down my thighs. I knew he couldn’t just get here at the drop of the hat, but I was getting worried. What if he wasn’t coming? What if he didn’t want me to be his sex slave?

I whimpered, the worry tying my guts into knots. I tried to stay calm and used those yoga breathing techniques. I breathed through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. Or was I supposed to do the opposite? Or only use my nose? Fuck!

Should I just give up?

But what if he showed up after that?

I had to stay. I had to be his slut. The elevator dinged. That could be him. I closed my eyes, footsteps approaching my apartment and passing it by. I heard the keys to the apartment next door rattling. I sighed. He wasn’t coming. I wasn’t going to be his sex slave. Tears brimmed in my eyes. I had lost my chance to be owned by—

The door opened.

“Damn,” groaned Trevor. “Look at that. It’s been ... an hour. Have you been kneeling here the entire time?”

“Yes, Tre ... Master,” I whimpered. I had to call him Master.

The door closed. He moved around it. He wore leather boots gleaming with a mirror finish. He stopped before me, the toe of his boot right before my lips. I didn’t hesitate. I kissed him, tasting the sour flavor of the polish.

“Very good,” he said. He set down the army-green duffel bag he brought and opened the trench coat.

Beneath, he had on a leather vest and chaps, nothing else. His cock thrust out before him, big and thick. My Master’s cock. I shuddered at the sight of that big dick. My cunt clenched. I didn’t realize he was so hung. An excited shiver raced through me.

“Yes, yes, you are just eager for it,” he said, studying me. “My, my, this is such a surprise, slave. I’ll think of a better name later, but ... damn. Let’s see how willing to submit you really are.”

“So willing, Master,” I moaned and started to rise.

“Did I tell you to stand!” he growled, his voice low and full of authority. He didn’t shout, just raised his voice. “On your hands and knees.”

I dropped down on them, whimpering.

He grabbed me by my red hair and yanked me. I gasped at the pain as I crawled after him out into the middle of my living room. He shoved aside my glass coffee table against the TV to have more space. He nodded.

“Put your hands behind your back, too, like you’re about to be cuffed,” he growled as he marched back to his duffel bag.

“Y-yes, Master,” I whimpered, my scalp aching. The pain had made me even wetter. I shuddered as he opened the duffel bag. Metal clinked.

I put my hands behind my back, pressing my face back on the carpet. He slapped a cuff on my right wrist. He tightened it, the ratcheting sounds making my cunt clench. I whimpered as he did the same to my other cuff.

“No contract, huh?” he asked. “You are a brave one. And so fucking wet. I could smell you in the hallway.” He breathed in. “Damn, your cunt smells good. You might be worth keeping, slave.”

“Thank you, Master,” I groaned.

He pushed my legs farther apart then wrapped a leather cuff around my right ankle. I was connected to a bar with another cuff on the other side. He quickly secured that end to my other ankle. I wouldn’t be able to close my legs if I had wanted to.

“Spreader bar,” he said. “Always fun to play with and ... Look at these.” He pulled out a pair of small clamps. Metal with just a bit of padding on the front. “Something light to start you off, slave.”

He opened the jaws and reached beneath me. I gasped as it bit down on my nipple. Pain exploded through my breast. That was a light one? I whimpered as my cunt burned hotter. The pain was feeding something in me. Something that craved more.

He clamped my other nipple. I gasped, tears springing in my eyes from the pain. I whimpered, feeling the clamps handing from my heavy breasts. As I shuddered, they swung, pulling on my abused nubs and sending more pain through me.

“This is what you want?” he demanded, hauling me up by the hair so that I knelt before him. He bent my head back so I looked right up at him. My boobs jiggled, the nipple clamps tormenting my nubs. “Huh?”

“Yes!” I gasped out, my pussy clenching. I could endure the pain. I was perversely enjoying the pain. It bled into rapture like they were connected. I had no idea that was possible.”

“You disgusting fucking slut!” he growled, fury shining in his eyes. “You think you get to make demands of me? That you can send me a video and beg me to come over to be my sex slave. Where do you get the arrogance to do that? You’re just a fucking bitch! You don’t get to whine to your Master!”

“I am arrogant!” I gasped. “I want to be your sex slave. I’ll do anything!”

He shoved my face back into the carpet. He rubbed my cheek into the fibers. My tears spilled out as he ground me into the rug. He released me a moment later and reached into the duffel bag. He pulled out a flogger with tin strips of black leather.

“Time to learn your place, bitch,” he growled and moved behind me. “This ends when you say, ‘I don’t want to be your sex slave!’ You understand.”

“I won’t say it,” I gasped as he swung the flail through the air. It made this terrible swishing sound. My butt-cheeks clenched. “I won’t!”

“We’ll see!”

SWISH!

CRACK!

The flogger cracked against my butt-cheeks. Pain exploded. I felt each of the tails painting burning agony across my rump. I clenched my ass as I trembled on the ground. I had never been spanked in my life.

SWISH!

CRACK!

I clenched my jaws tight as the fire blazed hotter. It hurt worse than the first one. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling on the ground. My arms twitched, the cuffs biting into my wrists. My boobs swayed back and forth, but I hardly felt the nipple clamps now.

SWISH!

CRACK!

He struck me so hard.

CRACK!

He whipped me with such strength.

CRACK!

With such dominance.

CRACK!

He ruled here. CRACK!

I was bad.

CRACK!

A naughty bitch.

CRACK!

The pain hurt so much. My ass blazed worse than anything I had felt in my life. I trembled, sobbing from the agony while my pussy drank it in. The heat melted my cunt. Pussy juices spilled hot down my thighs. I dripped like a bitch in heat.

I was a bitch.

A stupid, dumb slut thinking she could make him be my Master. My owner.

CRACK!

I screamed at the pain.

CRACK!

I squealed like a rutting sow as the flogger cracked over both my butt-cheeks. Welts burned across welts.

CRACK!

My vision blurred from the tears soaking the carpet.

CRACK!

“Just say the words,” he said. “Yap out, bitch!”

I shook my head, my jaws clenched tight.

CRACK!

My teeth ground together.

“The pain will end,” he said. “You can go back to being an uptight lawyer. This isn’t for you, bitch. You’re not a sex slave. You’re a cunt. A stuck-up twat sucking your boss’s dick for a promotion. This isn’t for you.”

CRACK!

I groaned louder, my head shaking back and forth. The nipple clamps swayed from the ends of my big boobs.

CRACK!

“Being a slave is about surrender,” he growled. “It’s about giving yourself into my hands. It’s about trust.”

CRACK!

“I trust you!” I sobbed, my ass blazing so hot. How much more could I take? My pussy ached just as much as my ass. I needed to be fucked. To cum.

“You’re competitive,” he said. “This isn’t a competition you can win.”

CRACK!

“You can’t defeat this! You either are a submissive slave or you’re a corporate bitch looking for a new way to fill that empty soul. This isn’t just something to play on the weekend. Between board meetings. This is your new life.”

CRACK!

“You don’t have the strength to submit.”

“YEEEEESSSSS!” I howled, my ass blazing so hot. “Fuck the board meetings. Being a lawyer. It’s empty! Fucking meaningless. I need this. I am this! I’m your sex slave! Your bitch. Your fucking cum bucket!”

CRACK!

I exploded.

My orgasm burst through me. I bucked as my ass burned with such heat. I sobbed out my ecstasy. Pain and rapture swirled through me, braiding together into a new pleasure. A new euphoria more powerful than any I had ever experienced.

My vision went black. I soared through darkness, propelled by the agony and the rapture. The euphoria carried me to heights of ecstasy that I didn’t have words to describe. I quivered there as I savored such wondrous bliss.

“YOURS! YOURS! I’M YOURS!” I cried out over and over again.

My orgasm swept through me. I gasped and groaned, not sure how long it lasted. How long before I descended back into my flesh. I panted there, my face rubbing into the carpet. I blinked and saw the flogger lying before my face.

“What?” I whimpered, my body feeling wrung out. My ass burned so hot. “I didn’t say it. You said you wouldn’t stop.”