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Jennifer and Slave Sarah

Copyright© 2020 by Rachael Jane

Chapter 7: Locked in a Leather Harness

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7: Locked in a Leather Harness - Once inseparable friends, Sarah-Anne suddenly dropped out of Jennifer's life. Now Sarah-Anne is wearing a steel collar and university student Jennifer would really like to know why. A chance reunion pulls Jennifer deeper and deeper into Sarah-Anne's dominant-submissive relationship with Pete. But does Jennifer dare to get involved in something so kinky? As Jennifer is drawn into their strange erotic world, she discovers a lot about her own personality and desires.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Slavery   Fiction   BDSM   DomSub   FemaleDom   Humiliation   Light Bond   Slow  

I recall that Sarah-Anne has spent her adolescent years without proper adult guidance. Her parents died when she was thirteen, and her grandmother was too frail and ill to provide Sarah-Anne with proper nurturing. At times I may have resented my parents interference in my life, but I can’t deny that their advice and guidance has helped me to develop into the person I am today. Sarah-Anne has missed that parental control, which may be why she now wants a dominant person to guide her. She’s not helpless, though. Sarah-Anne is intelligent and talented. Developing and running her own business shows that she can do many things without her dom’s instruction or supervision.

Providing you can put aside the decidedly kinky side to what Sarah-Anne wants, her proposal makes sense in many respects. Could I fill that role in her life? Perhaps. But I’ve no experience in this sort of thing, unless you regard my efforts at being a dominatrix last Saturday as experience. I want to help Sarah-Anne, and I’m not adverse to taking on the role she expects me to adopt. But will I do more harm than good?

Having decided that my parents aren’t a possible source of advice about what to do, I think about whether I know anybody at university who may able to help me. While I have several friends among the students, I don’t know any of them well enough to broach such a sensitive topic. Besides, I suspect none of them have any more experience than I have on the subject. The university student counsellors are strangers to me, and I don’t feel able to discuss Sarah-Anne’s request with them. Which only leaves my lecturers.

Although psychology isn’t one of the major subjects for my degree, I am taking PSYC101 as an optional course for some extra credits. Doctor Wells, the lecturer, is a woman in her mid-thirties who seems very approachable. The subject is also something she has possibly encountered during her academic career. I steel my nerves and pay her a visit during her office hours on Tuesday morning. I spent Monday evening mentally rehearsing what I want to ask her, so I feel confident that I can at least say what I want to say to Doctor Wells without tying myself in knots and muddling the issue. I must phrase my questions carefully so as to give the appearance that I’m asking out of academic interest rather than discussing a personal problem. Any hint of the latter and she’ll promptly direct me to one of the student counsellors for advice.

My conversation with Doctor Wells doesn’t really help me. However she hands me a small booklet about dominant-submissive relationships. It’s title intrigues me, ‘The four Rs: Respect, Rules, Rituals and Role-play’. I put it in my bag to read later as I need to concentrate on my studies for now.

I want to read the ‘Four Rs’ booklet before seeing Sarah-Anne tomorrow, so I go to my bedroom at ten-thirty, which is slightly earlier than normal. I settle down to read. I’m surprised by how much of what I read is something that I feel I already know. Certainly the part about treating the other party in the relationship with respect seems so obvious to me. But then I think about Pete and Greg, and how they treat Danielle and Sarah-Anne. There’s no respect in their behaviour, and the rules are made up by them as they go along.

My biggest shock is when I realise how much of the booklet’s material applies to my current relationship with my parents. When I was fourteen we were forever getting into blistering arguments. It’s a miracle that my bedroom door is still in one piece given the number of times it got slammed. Then things started to change. The name calling, and senseless threats and demands gradually stopped. I started getting treated and respected as a young adult, and I responded in kind. Rules were negotiated and agreed. Even the ‘family time’ Sunday afternoon ritual evolved at that time. Of course we agreed changes to the rules as I got older. Curfew was extended from ten o’clock to eleven o’clock and then to midnight. Apart from none of us playing a role, then you have the four Rs - Respect, Rules, Rituals and Role-play. Yet I couldn’t tell you who of us is dominant, and who is submissive. Perhaps each of us can be one or the other at different times.

On Wednesday I leave university as soon as my last lecture finishes, and go straight round to Sarah-Anne’s house as arranged. It’s much quicker doing that than going home first. My carefully thought out plan for tonight is thrown off course the moment I enter Sarah-Anne’s house. I knew that Sarah-Anne would be wearing the ever-present steel collar and cuffs which Pete gave her. However, I had assumed that she would be wearing normal clothing. Instead she is wearing nothing but a complicated leather harness criss-crossing her body, leaving her breasts bare. It’s a very erotic outfit, but not what I anticipated seeing tonight. I want a regular girls night of conversation and fun. Instead I’m being trapped into something far more sexual than I expected.

“Please will you go and change into some normal clothes,” I say to Sarah-Anne.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t, Mistress,” replies Sarah-Anne apologetically. “Master Pete ordered me to wear this outfit and he’s taken the keys to the padlocks holding the harness in place. He’ll not be back until after eleven o’clock tonight.”

I study Sarah-Anne’s attire. She’s right. The harness cannot be removed without undoing the padlocks. I could boil Pete in oil for doing this to Sarah-Anne. I can guess why he’s done it. He’s trying to goad me into taking over from him as Sarah-Anne’s dom. That way he can move out without feeling any further responsibility for what he’s done to Sarah-Anne. I know he’s helped her when she was desperate, but he’s extracted ample reward for what he’s done. For all I know, his actions have permanently damaged Sarah-Anne emotionally.

I sit down and look at Sarah-Anne kneeling on the floor in front of me. Adam said I should have her do this whenever Sarah-Anne and I meet so that she can confess any transgressions of our rules. But we haven’t agreed any rules yet, other than the ‘no sex’ rule I arbitrarily made last Saturday in regards to Adam’s and Sarah-Anne’s budding relationship. As I study Sarah-Anne closely my anger at Pete is tempered by the sight of the strangely calm and confident girl kneeling on the carpet before me. Yet again I must remind myself that Sarah-Anne is a consenting player in this scenario. It’s easy to think of a slave as someone who is downtrodden and abused. But before me is a willing slave who seems to draw strength from her bondage and submission. I’ve never felt any sexual yearnings towards girls, but I can’t deny that Sarah-Anne’s attire is having a strange erotic effect on me. Without making a conscious decision, I’ve mentally agreed to be a part of this game ... but on my terms.

“If ... and I repeat, if ... I agree to become your dom then we need negotiate some rules and conditions,” I begin, remembering the relevant section in the booklet Doctor Wells gave me yesterday. “Firstly, Pete and I cannot both be your dom. It won’t work with two of us giving you contradictory orders all the time. If you want me as your dom, then we must tell Pete that he’s no longer your dom. I think he’ll be alright with that.

“Secondly, I can’t do this seven days a week. I have my studies and, as enjoyable as last Saturday was, I simply don’t have the time. I know you want to be my slave all the time, but I can’t see how we can do that in practise. Are you going to be happy with me only being your dom for part of the time?”

“Yes, Mistress,” replies Sarah-Anne. “I don’t expect you to be with me all of the time. You can still be my dom even when you aren’t here. Pete only moved here because he was my pimp. He’s delayed leaving because he wanted to protect me from Greg trying to control my life. I’ll tell Pete tonight that I no longer need him to be my dom if you want.”

“We need to negotiate some rules between us before I agree to take over as your dom,” I say, determined that I’m not going to be rushed into agreeing.

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