This story is intended for adults who can legally view it. All rights are retained by the originating author, Blairbrek, at: blairbrek@yahoo.com The Consequences of Surrendering Sarah By Blairbrec I had been corresponding with Larry for some time being a fan of all the stories he posted. He had suggested several times of meeting or talking on the phone but I had always resisted the temptation because you just never know. In spite of my reservations the length of time we wrote, the things we talked about both personal and fantasy I finally became secure enough to take him up on his standing offer. Of course his story "Surrendering Sarah" and also his telling me about Sarah and sending me several pictures of her sealed the deal. The Sarah in the story was not based on the Sarah he had told me about. The real Sarah was a stripper in Niagara Falls. He frequented the Buffalo area on business and had gotten to know the petite redheaded beauty fairly well. Thinking back on that weekend I wondered if he had planned any of it or if it all just fell into place. One of the things I had told him was my lust for an attorney I worked with from time to time. When he sent me Sarah's picture I was stunned at the similarities in appearance. My position and career prevented me from coming out of the closet completely. I could never tell Erin how I felt about her and wanted so I kept my desires secret. I discovered I had very strong bi-sexual leanings about three years ago. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, I also discovered I had equally strong submissive tendencies. It may have been my intense desire for success that caused me to be aggressive and a bit on the arrogant, ruthless side. Climbing over people to succeed and be noticed did not seem to be enough for me. I needed to gloat and pushing their faces into the muck of their inferiority and stupidity. Maybe that was not the true me and the pleasure, I should say intense pleasure I derived out of being submissive, docile, obedient was my penance. The feelings that blossomed as I was mocked, laughed at and humiliated when balanced with those I had a work gave me a balance. It as just that to get to the balance I lived in extremes. Everything that happened to the fictitious Sarah excited me to know end. Once he put in how her dark hair was cut short and dyed blonde I realized just how intense my desired to be the blonde bimbo whore toy was. The biker Sarah's husband surrendered her to be re-named "Barbie Fuck Toy" and conditioned her to live and think as that persona. I wrote Larry often telling him every dream I had for Sarah. My thoughts of Sarah grew as I would re-read his stories and looked at her picture. When he mentioned he was going to be in Buffalo it was my suggestion to meet at Canadian Dolls the club Sarah worked at. He was overjoyed. I had never been to a strip club before and only knew what to expect from scenes I had seen in movies. I was nervous but on the four hour drive to Niagara the thought of turning around never entered my mind. I wore a pair of jeans and blue pumps with a white button down blouse. I put my brunette hair up in a banana clip. I was dressed just for a night out or how I would when I went shopping. I did not think I looked trashy at all and remember thinking when I checked my face in my rear view mirror that I looked good. There were several guys milling around outside the club and I could feel the perverts undressing me as I went in. A few tried to strike up a conversation with me but I completely ignored the losers. I was taken back when I went in as the bouncers grilled me about why an unattached female was going into a strip club. I initially thought they were concerned about my safety for some reason but then realized and was embarrassed and a little bit angry that they thought I was a prostitute looking for easy scores. Me a prostitute what fools they were! I don't think they were going to let me in till Sarah came over and told them I was her friend and everything was okay. I was not there hooking. Later her defense stuck me as odd in that she did not tell them I was NOT a prostitute but JUST NOT hooking. I had sent "Night Write" several pictures of me and told him when I was going to meet him at Sarah's work that it was okay for him to send them to her. He obviously did, as that is the only way she could have known who I was. When she came over I had to stifle a gasp. She was beautiful and looked more like Erin than her pictures showed. She had a very hard body with pert firm breasts barely hidden by a yellow bra that I caught myself staring at. I was immediately put at ease as she gave me a hug like we were old friends and led me over to Larry. She put her hand around my waist and let it slide down to my behind. I felt her give me a squeeze there and felt a thrill as my nipples hardened. She seemed to know everyone and introduced me to several men and all the dancers as we made our way across the club to where Larry was getting a lap dance from some artificially endowed blonde. I felt a pang of jealousy as he ignored me. Months of corresponding and his pestering me to meet him and I HAD TO WAIT for some blonde bimbo to finish a lap dance. Sarah got called and left to go up on stage. As she left she leaned in close to my ear. I felt myself blushing, thank god for dim lights, as her breath entered my ear. She told me to just wait till Candy finished, "strip club etiquette" she called it. Candy! The fool's name was dumber than she looked. The idiot looked over at me and gave me a phony smiled that had "‘F’ you Bitch" written all over it. I forced a weak smile mouthing "hello" to her thinking all the time what a cheap piece of trash she was. Larry waved but made no effort to end her grinding. I just stood there with my arms folded and my purse over my shoulder, bored watching her ministrations to try to excite him. What a fool I thought not remembering if it was he or she I was thinking it about. The song FINALLY ended and she leaned over and started talking in his ear her big false tits hanging against his chest. Another song started and SHE BEGAN TO DANCE AGAIN for him. This was too much and when she gave me another one of fake "look what I have Honey" smiles, I thought about walking out. I felt an arm go around some half drunk overweight balding man asked ME when I went on stage. I was stunned. I told him he was mistaken and I was not some CHEAP whore. The words came out angry and he laughed in my face. I tried to move away but he kept me in his one armed hug. "Well honey if you are not cheap then name your price I would pay double to see you strip and grind." I removed his hand from my shoulder and in my sternest voice told him again "I DO NOT DANCE." He was offended and called me a bitch, like that was the first time I had heard that, a bouncer came over and told him that I was not an employee and to move on. I thanked him and was going to leave when I saw Sarah on stage. Her top was off and had on only the briefest of g-stings. She was on her hands and knees and slowly crawling seductively across the stage. Her back was arched to show off her perfect breasts. Her red hair framing her immaculate face, her green eyes glimmered as she mouthed a pout "Ohhh" with her thin perfect lips. Our eyes caught and she smiled. I melted and could not help but feel embarrassed staring at her while she performed. She turned and gave me a wonderful look at her tight white behind. As she moved to the other side of the stage, she looked over her shoulder at me and our eyes locked again and her smile broadened. I forced myself to break my stare and looked over at Larry and his blonde idiot. I knew I could not leave. Finally the fool finished making an ass out of herself. She sat down and started to put her trashy clothes back on. A trashy look for a piece of trash. He gave her some money and she kissed him full and long on the lips and walked past me. The music was loud but I thought I heard her say Bitch as she walked past with her air headed smile plastered all over her face. He was apologetic and gave me a hug, which I warmly returned. He kept apologizing over and over for having me wait. "Strip club etiquette," he said. There was that phrase again. My anger at having him spend time with a bimbo rather than ME left as we talked. He bought me glass of wine and we started talking. His picture did not do him justice. He was handsome not in a rugged way but in a strong way, plus he was in good shape. We talked for a while before I caught myself letting my eyes wander away from him to look for Sarah. I found her moving seductively and slowly at a table of three construction workers. Returning my attention to Larry I saw Candy grinding and humping on the lap of the fat ugly man that accused ME of being some cheap stripper. I had no idea how long we sat and talked but I loosened up sometime during the four glasses of white wine and began having a wonderful time. Part 2 ================= After my fourth or fifth glass of wine I had to go to the ladies room. On my way out, when I opened the door, that stupid bimbo Candi, I know the term is redundant, stupid, bimbo and Candi after all they all mean the same thing, was on her way in and we collided. The fool was carrying a glass of red wine that spilled all over my white blouse. I was furious and started to call her every derogatory name I could think of as the blouse was ruined and I would look bad walking around with a red wine stain all over the front of me. She was apologetic but that squeaky voice and perky mannerisms just made me madder. SHE WAS SUCH A FOOL. Sarah and a bouncer came over when they saw us arguing. Candi pranced away after telling them it was just an accident and "I was just being a SILLY bitch!" My glaring at her stopped abruptly when I realized Sarah had a wet towel and was trying to dab the red stain out of my blouse. Her patting on my breasts felt so good and I could feel my temperature rise as my nipples hardened. The stain was not going to come out with just water and she offered to check and see if she had an extra top I could change into. Not wanting to stay in a stained blouse I very much appreciated her offer and followed her into the changing area. Walking behind her I caught myself watching her firm behind and lean legs. All she had was two spaghetti strap tank tops, one white and one yellow. I was not pleased with the choices because girls that wear a bra with tops like this look SO TACKY and knew I would have to take my bra off. Sarah saw my chagrin and picked my spirits up reminding me that it was better than the stained blouse. I took the yellow because Sarah was smaller than me and the top would fit very snug, which it did. The white would show off my areolas way too much for my liking. Sarah’s name was called to go up on stage and she left me alone in the locker area. I had my blouse and bra off and was standing topless holding my blouse up looking at the stain when a tall incredibly built auburn haired girl walked in wearing street clothes. She startled me and I dropped my blouse onto the floor. Embarrassed at my nakedness my hands went straight to my breasts to cover myself. She laughed and told me "Don’t worry honey you’ll get used to it real quick. You must me the new girl." She held out her hand and introduced herself as Jessica. Caught off guard I removed one of my hands to shake hers when it hit me SHE THOUGHT I WAS A...STRIPPER. I quickly and firmly corrected her "I AM NOT A STRIPPER!... ...That..." Seeing the smile disappear from her face and change into a glare at my haughty tone I thought better of using the word I was thinking of and softened my voice to just say "Candi spilled red wine all over my blouse and Sarah was nice enough to let me change into an extra top she had." She eyed my up and down and silently moved past me to her locker. She began to disrobe as I picked up the yellow top and slid it over my head. I was right. It did fit snug, too snug for my comfort as every curve of my breasts was displayed. As I pulled the material to loosen it a bit and while doing so Jessica offered her catty apology. "I am sorry for INSULTING you but it was an honest mistake after all because," she emphasized the last part "you LOOK like a stripper." I thought better of telling the idiot off and just picked up my blouse and hung it on a hook with my bra, closed the locker and left in a huff. As I walked out I heard her under her breath call me a bitch. Larry’s eyes lit up when he saw me return and they went straight for my breasts. He was such a.... guy. "I thought you got lost," he commented keeping his gaze lower than my pretty face. "Oh that bimbo Candi spilled wine all over me and Sarah let me change into an extra top." Smiling I played the tease and asked if he liked the top. He laughed and said, "Next silly question? ... They look great." "They? So I guess my breasts have their own personality?" "They sure do and much better in person than the pictures you sent." His comment made me remember he had seen me pretty much naked when I sent him the photos I had taken on a dare with some girlfriends. Remembering made me relax at being dressed much more provocatively in public than I normally would; after all I was DEFINITELY more conservatively dressed than the sluts dancing. It only took a glass of wine for my buzz to return. Sarah came over when Larry motioned for her. She leaned over as he whispered in her ear smiling. Her breasts were so perfect and round and pert. I caught myself wishing I could caress and kiss them ever so gently. I wondered what they were talking about but I found out when the next song started and she moved over began giving me a lap dance. I shot Larry a wide-eyed surprised look. He just smiled slyly. He obviously remembered my strong bisexual leanings and excitement at seeing Sarah’s picture when he e-mailed it to me. I would owe him big time and ran my tongue over my lips in demure implication as too what I would do to him later. I quickly wished I still had my bra on as my nipple instantly reacted to Sarah’s slow sensuous movements to the music. She leaned into me and put her hot breath into my ear and whispered I looked so delicious in her top as she pulled away she ran her soft moist tongue around my ear and gave my lobe quick nibble. She spread my knees and knelt on the floor between them. She was so incredibly beautiful. I was breathing in short shallow breathes and let out a moan and a gasp when with our eyes locked she slid her hands up my body and over my breasts giving them a loving squeeze. As she lowered them she paused and with her thumb and forefinger pinched my nipples. I felt myself growing wet and intensely warm. She had the most incredibly hypnotic green eyes. I closed my eyes and let myself go till she ran those soft hands from my knees over my thighs towards my ever-wettening puss. Our eyes locked again and she ran her tongue over her thin heart shaped lips and moved in tighter between my spread legs. She laughed when I made a frustrated face when she stopped with the music. She got up and sat down next to me and told me it was $40 a dance. Without hesitation I pulled a $100 from my purse. Smiling demurely she commented she assumes I wanted another. I started to say yes when I noticed Larry smiling from ear to ear. I smiled broadly back and over the music told him I would get even. His response was he hoped so. As soon as the music started again Sarah stood and without hesitation removed her top. I was hers at that moment, as I just had to have her body wrapped in mine. She teased and moved against me, touching me and sending chills all over. I moved to touch her back but she smiled and moved my hands away telling me that patrons can look but not touch. When the song ended she kissed me full and long on the lips. I started to open my mouth to touch her with my tongue but she broke our kiss. To both Larry and me she asked if we wanted to leave and go back to her place. Neither of us hesitated and she told us to wait while she changed. As soon as she walked seductively away that clumsy airhead in her platforms came back over to Larry and plopped herself between us. Smacking on her gum like a cow, she said something to Larry. He shrugged and said, "I’m sure she would" and laughed. The bubble brain stood and began dancing right in front of me. I went to slide over on the seat but she put her hands on my shoulders to stop me from moving. I watched as she took of her top and wiggled her big tits in my face. She bumped and ground her hips to the music lewdly. She turned and bent over giving me a good look at her ass. I turned my face away completely uninterested. The song was not over when Jessica came over and they embraced. I looked over at Larry and started to tell him to lets wait outside when Candi began dancing again and Jessica sat down almost on top of me. She put her arm around me and began commenting on what a good dancer Candi was. I just rolled my eyes. I froze when the blonde Candi leaned over and began kissing my right ear as Jessica did the same to my left. I instantly stiffened and felt my body immediately react when Candi began massaging my breasts and Jessica put her hand between my legs. Between kisses they commented on my big tits and wet cunt. The last comment Candi made was she would not think a lesbian would be such a stuck up bitch. My embarrassments at being aroused at their groping and dirty talk intensified when they both stood and I saw Sarah standing watching with a disappointed look. Both Larry and I stood to go and I started to tell her they just came over when she interrupted me and asked in a hurt tone if I would rather stay with them. "No of course not I want to be with you please I’m sorry please..." before I could finish saying forgive me I felt an annoying tug on my ponytail causing me to turn. The bubble gum chomping slut said "You owe us for the dance lezzy." Embarrassed at the whole situation I gave her $40. Lezzy, that bitch! "It’s $40 each lez." If Sarah weren’t here I’d slap that silly smirk off her face. I only had a $100 left and pulled it out. I was going to get change when Jessica snatched it away saying thanks for the tip. They turned and walked away laughing hysterically to themselves at humiliating me. I looked at Larry who was smiling and then Sarah who looked so hurt. I was so sorry she saw that whole scene. I turned to watch the two giggling idiots, that had humiliated me in front of Sarah, yuck it up. When I turned back around Larry and Sarah were well on their way to the exit. Anxious to catch up I stumbled in the dark light and in catching my balance dropped my purse. I bent over to pick it up when a set of hands grab my behind and squeezed tightly. This was not at all like getting a quick goosing. My hands flew back to slap the unwanted hands away but when he let go of my ass he grabbed my wrists. That was when I noticed that a group of guys, that looked to be part of a bachelor party and also very drunk, had closed in around me. With my hands pinned behind me I was totally defenseless as one grabbed the bottom of my yellow top and pulled it up over my breasts and let it go giving absolutely everyone a look at my breasts. The snug fit of the top and size of my breasts kept the material from covering me when he let go. Surprised and incredibly embarrassed I yelled for them to let me go but the music was loud and they were cheering. A couple of the idiots began fondling my breasts before I finally broke free and pulled my top back down. As I broke from the group I brushed past several bouncers that were on their way to help me. "Thanks for nothing assholes!" I screamed at them as I hurriedly left the club. I was angry as could be and when the three of us got outside I took it out on Larry who was smiling so much he was almost laughing at my humiliation. "What the hell are you laughing at?" "You sure do have terrific tits Blair. I just wish I was closer to get a look and also cop a feel." TITS! "You at least could have come to help me!" I didn’t say it but was thinking it Asshole. "Now you know why normal women do not hang-out at strip clubs." Sarah’s comment hurt, normal? Hangout? Did she think I was some sleaze that always went to strip clubs? I turned to say something back but all my anger dissipated when I saw the disappointing look in her softly shimmering green eyes. She was right, everything that had happened was MY fault. I should have expected something like this to happen. I felt terrible that I had disappointed her and made a spectacle of myself and told her so. She returned my apology by giving me the sweetest smile with her thin heart shaped lips. Each of us drove our own cars, Larry and I following her. During the drive I played the whole evening over in my mind and realized that in spite of what happened with the two bimbos and the unwilling flashing of my breasts I did have a great time. I also knew that I had to have Sarah. We sat around listening to music and shared a bottle of wine or two. Larry was sitting between us. With the music and alcohol and also the sexual chemistry that was present the three of us began to kiss and touch each other. Sarah put her hand onto the pleasantly large erection Larry had in his pants. Noticing this I put my hand over hers and we began to move in unison. The scene was about to get very out of control when Sarah jumped up and fixed her disheveled appearance. Both Larry and I were surprised and obviously disappointed at her stopping. "Not yet." She said in response to our pleading inquiring looks. "Could you do me a very big favor?" she asked Larry, smiling at the very obvious bulge in his pants. "I have a friend that I promised could come over tonight and she needs a ride. I am too drunk to go get her so could you do it for me?" He protested a bit but the sudden remembrance of the word "her" made him realize he would be the only man with three women, two of which were very, very horny. The possibilities were endless streaming through his mind. Sarah wrote out instructions and we both walked him to the front door, each of us giving him a long kiss. As we embraced I could feel his manhood against me. Though it had been a long time since I had been with a man instead discreetly pursuing my desires for women his manhood gave me a chill and wonder how great it would feel inside me. As Larry drove away Sarah and I turned and faced each other. My heart began racing as looked into her mesmerizing green eyes. She pulled me into her and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, which I hesitantly returned. I started to open my mouth to gently touch hers when she broke the kiss with a mischievous smile. "You know Blair something really isn’t fair." My mind raced to figure out what wasn’t fair. To find it and fix it so I could kiss her again. "What isn’t fair?" "Well," she held my hands and looked me up and down and then into my eyes with that beautiful sly smile, "You got to see me completely undressed so I think it is only fair that I get to see you.... naked." The word naked gave a chill. I smiled and blushed. Embarrassed, as I wanted to be naked in front of her. She stepped forward and kissed me again, breaking the kiss to whisper in my ear that "Larry told me some things about you that.... well...we share. Pleeeeease can I see you naked?" YES! Thank you Larry. I owed him for helping me with Sarah. It was always so awkward determining if the other woman was also bisexual. Thank you Larry! She didn’t have to ask me a third time. I backed up and lifted the bottom of the yellow top and pulled it over my breasts and head dropping it on the floor. Without looking I could feel the excitement I was showing as I slipped my pumps off. I was very excited and embarrassed all at the same time... afraid my lust for Sarah was all too evident. She was smiling at me as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. They fit snug and I had to wiggle to slide them down and took my panties with them. As I stepped out of my clothes I heard Sarah "Mmmm" as she saw me naked. She pulled me close and we kisses her soft hands caressing my back and behind. As she stepped back a bit, her hands came up from my waist to pause just below my breasts. My mind was screaming for her to fondle them. "You have big tits." I was stunned this was not the comment I expected. "Excuse me?" "You have big tits Blair. Ohhh but it is alright though, I like big tits." The seductiveness was gone from her voice but the mischievous smile wasn’t. I was embarrassed and moved to cover my breasts with my hands. She giggled and took them in her hands holding them down. "Come on Blair you know you can’t cover your big tits with your hands It must be tough for you to have such big tits and try to be a successful professional." "What do you mean?" I wanted to cover them and she knew that because she pulled me closer and moved my hands to behind me. I always thought I had perfect breasts...not big tits. They are round and firm and I work out regularly to keep them that way. They are full perfect 36Cs with perfectly sized areolas larger than a quarter but smaller than a half dollar and she considered them nothing more than "big tits." "I’m used to seeing tits like yours remember I’m a stripper and lots of strippers have big tits. Men love them and with you being a CPA it must be tough when the first thing people notice about you as you walk into a room is your tits. It must be hard for you to talk to them knowing that they are not listening to you but staring at your tits and imagining what they look like." I was speechless. "Plus all the women you work with hate you because of your tits and great body." I sniffled and wanted to cry. Was she right... was that all I was? She put one hand under my chin and lifted it to look me in the eyes. "Remember Blair, Larry told me about you. I KNOW what you like." Ohhh my god just how much did he tell her. That was when I noticed my scent. I was aroused, too aroused at her mocking my breasts. Her mischievous smile was back "Now that I think you understand Blair, I bought you a few presents. They are in the cupboard. Fetch them." She motioned over to the bar recessed into her living room. I smiled and thanked her and started to walk over but froze when she spoke. "Blair honey, I said FETCH." She was Dom! Ohhh I wanted to play. To have her play with me and knew what she meant. I felt myself start shaking as I got down on my hands and knees she wanted me on all fours like a.dog. "Good Girl!" I was happy, I was humiliated, and I was sexually excited. I crawled across the floor and thought for a second how to open the door. I was eager and did not want to struggle or look foolish without using my hand so I used them. I almost came when I saw my presents, a black leather collar and a riding crop. The urge was too great and I closed my eyes and touched my slit running my fingers along my puss. I was soooo wet. Remembering my place I took them out and looked at her smiling at me. This was going to be fun. Remember I said fetch she reminded me. I put the riding crop in my mouth and holding the collar I crawled back to her. When I got to her she turned and walked into the living room I had just left and sat down in chair and issued her command "Come." Like an obedient dog I did and crawled to in front of where she sat. "I love the way those big tits of yours swing when you crawl. They don’t look like tits when you crawl but more like udders on a cow." That hurt and it must have showed because when she took the crop from my mouth she dismissed my expression with an exasperated "Oh please, you love this." With a snap of her fingers I handed her the collar. With another snap I leaned over. I couldn’t believe I was responding this way. "Move your hair." I lifted my shoulder length brunette hair, exposing my neck. She buckled the thick collar around my neck. It wasn’t tight but at three inches in width I knew it was there. I gasped at the click. She chuckled. "It cost more but the lock will make sure you behave." I didn’t want this anymore. "Sarah I... She slapped me across the face with her hand. Not hard but hard enough to get my attention. "Back," she gave me a small shove, "grab your ankles." Kneeling with my hands on my ankles behind me my whole front was exposed. "Spread those knees." I froze NO! She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. She slapped the crop hard into her other hand. I moved my knees apart a little. Without a word she began to trace my curves with the leather crop. I started to shake from its touch. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was going to come. I didn’t expect it. "You love this." The crop was over my puss caressing me. I opened my knees further. She rubbed me more and I responded in kind. She used it to flick my engorged nipples. "Slut." I gasped "Owww." the first strike was on my left breast. Not hard but it stung. She moved it to between my legs again, rubbing me. I couldn’t control myself and began to move against it. "Slut." "Owww." the second strike was on my right breast. Not hard but it stung. She moved the crop to between my legs again. I moaned as she used it to... "Slut." I felt the wetness of the leather on my cheeks and mouth as she moved over. "You ARE a slut Blair. It wouldn’t hurt as much if you didn’t get the leather all wet like a whore, a big tittied whore." "Sarah, pleas........" I never finished the words telling her comments were too hurtful when my breasts exploded. She hit each twice hard. I shut my mouth as a tears escaped down my cheek. She wiped it away with the riding crop before kneeling in front of me. She leaned in and kissed me full with an open mouth. I took her tongue greedily into my mouth and moaned as her hand found my puss and firmly rubbed me. I was humping against her hand on the verge of cumming when she stopped. I must have had a pitiful begging look because she laughed at me. I needed it, the pain in my big tits gone I touched myself. She moved behind me and whispered in my ear. "Are we done or do you want more because if you want MORE stop that and put your hand back behind your back." I wanted to cum. I had to cum. She took my hand away and before I knew what was happening heard one click and then quickly another but worse felt cold steel around my wrists behind my back. "Sarah, I want to cum. I want to stop. I don’t want to play like this anymore." "I don’t," she reached around and cupped my breasts her touch chilled me it felt so good, "and what I want matters, Big Tits Blair." I stifled my anguished groan as she pinched both nipples. She helped me to my feet by pulling my hair. I was really hoping you would come visit so I made a special little toy for you in the basement. "Please Sarah...this...I ...please let’s stop okay?" She made imitated a whiny begging voice "please, please, pleeeeease." There was no seductive look in her eyes or a mischievous smile on her pretty face as she told me we were going in the basement. Leading me by my hair I moved as quick as I could to stop the discomfort. "Ohhhhhnoooo please Sarah, this has been enough please don’t..." My begging and pleading started as tears welled up in my brown eyes when I saw the special toy. There was a mat with two rubber blocks on it about two feet apart in front of a wood pole. What intimidated me most was what was attached to the pole...…waist high was a thick black dildo. "Let’s go" and she pulled me over. I wasn’t going to and started to resist, but with my hands locked behind me, it was useless, and worse, I was naked. She was upset at me and threw me onto the floor by my hair. By the time I got to my knees she had moved an ottoman over and was sitting on it. Grabbing my hair she pulled me over her lap and began spanking me! I tried to move away but she pulled my hands up by the handcuff chain causing me to bend further over her lap, my butt pointing up she slid her shoulders under my arms to pin them up in the air. Able to use both hands she pulled my head up and began to spank me telling me over and over what a bad girl and slut I was. I have no idea how many swats she gave me but my behind burned and tears were running down my face when she finally dumped me on the floor. She walked over to the pole without saying a word and snapped her fingers. I hurriedly scampered to my knees and crawled over to her. I started to beg for her to stop, that the game had gone far enough. Her only comment was "What game?" I started to get to my feet assuming she was going to tie me to the pole with the dildo between my thighs and feet spread. I was wrong. She pushed me back to my knees and using my hair positioned me in front of the pole. The dildo was the perfect height for my mouth. There was no way I was ever going to let that nasty dildo in my mouth so I determinedly clamped my mouth shut and struggled to turn my head. A hard pull on my hair and a pinched nipple defeated my determination. In two seconds I had a big black fake cock in my mouth. She kept a firm hold on my hair to keep my mouth impaled by the cock and with her other hand quickly clipped a chain dangling from the pole to the thick collar locked around my neck. "Beautiful," was her comment when she stepped back to look at me. I jerked my head back to get the foul tasting dildo out of my mouth but the chain was too damn short. The furthest back I could go still left it deep enough in my mouth to keep me stuck. My struggle to expel the black dildo distracted me from Sarah who quickly moved one of my knees to the outside of the block and then pulled my lower leg up so my heel was against my behind. Holding it there she buckled a leather belt around it. Despite my mumbled protests she methodically did the same to the other leg leaving me spread wide with my weight on my knees. The strain on my inner thighs pretty much stopped all my wiggling and struggles. I was moaning for her to let me go but all she did was laugh at my unintelligible sounds. I was protesting verbally as best I could but only added to my humiliation as spit and drool began to leak out from around my stretched lips. "You are such a silly little fool." was her comment. I felt foolish, not only because of my degrading position, but also just as much for thinking she would at least wipe the drool off my chin. Watching it drip down onto my breasts only increased her amusement at my plight. Tears formed when as I saw the chain she was swinging in her hand. I knew where the clips on the end were going to go. "You need just a little bit of jewelry for your big titties and I have just the thing." With that she pinched my right nipple and pulled it then put the alligator clip onto the end causing me to stifle my scream by biting down on the rubber stuffed in my mouth. She put the chain behind the pole and laughed..."gee I guess your titties are not as big as I thought" ...looking down I saw what she meant the chain was an inch or two too short to clip onto my left nipple. As she pinched and pulled my nipple I scooted forward as best I could taking the dildo deeper into my mouth as it was the lesser of two evils none of which I could escape entirely. I had tears running down my cheeks that dripped along with my spit from my useless begging as she finished putting the other alligator clamp on me. The chain was taut and extended my nipples painfully forward. "Such a cock hungry whore you are Blair" she mocked as I scooted further in to relieve the pain in my nipples but put the fake cock deeper into my mouth. "You know Larry told me all about you" she was circling around me like a vulture holding the riding crop. "He told me how beautiful you are. He told me how successful you are. He told me how smart you are." I was absolutely helpless to everything she was saying and doing. I felt the crop run down my back to my behind. She hit me three times...I could only grimace and bite into the dildo, not wanting to give Sarah the satisfaction from my protesting. She put the crop under my left breast and moved it around causing the pain in my stretched clamped nipple to grow. My moan caused her to laugh. I was so broken. "He is wrong you know. I KNOW you are nothing but a stuck up bitch that thinks she is just so terrific and perfect. I saw the way you strutted your tight ass and looked at my friends. You are such,..." I screamed as she hit my tit..."a fucking..." I screamed again..."BITCH." I was sobbing. "Successful?" she laughed. "I make three times the money you do working half the time. You are so dumb you think prancing and wiggling your ass around in your cute little business suits is a sign of success. The men we each come across in our line of works think exactly the same. The difference is I am not a stuck up bitch and I know what they think ALL THE TIME. You’re a fool if you think they pay attention to you because you are smart." She put the crop down and squeezed the fake testicles causing me to gag as liquid shot down my throat. She giggled to herself and moved behind me and put her hands on the side of my face. "And smart" she laughed, "you are so fucking dumb. Look at you" she began pushing my head forward and pulling it back. She was making me fuck my face on a fake cock. "You are so stupid so, so stupid. Would any girl with even a quarter brain let herself get into the absolutely degrading position you are?" I began to feel light headed and moaned eliciting another laugh. "You stupid, stupid slut. You’re starting to get off on sucking a fake dildo." She let go of my head but I didn’t stop sucking. "You have such an overrated opinion of yourself bitch. Did you really think I could ever find you and your stuck-up arrogance attractive? You really must be stupid to think I would ever want to make love to you. I’m just like everybody else that knows you. Everybody just want to fuck with you to break you." She leaned over and whispered in my ear seductively, "I have a friend that likes to experiment with aphrodisiacs and she made up a little special treat just for you." She kissed my ear and I thought I was going to explode. I felt the incredible urge to cum HARD but nothing happened. As I sucked and memories of orgasms dominated my increasingly frustrating thoughts she started talking again I felt her put her hand between my legs and laugh. "My, my you do love being treated like a piece of shit don’t you." I started to cry as I sucked and tried to move my hips into her. The pain intensifying in my nipples was incredible but the smallest touch to my puss overrode all of it. "You are stupid stuck up slut...Mmmm...what was the name in the story Larry wrote?" I let out a loud moan as for some reason as quick as the waves of pleasure came over me they left. Tears started to roll as only the mental feelings of humiliation overcame me and the physical pain returned as she stopped stroking my clit. "Barbie, that’s it Barbie Fuck Toy. That IS you!" Sarah’s happiness was so mocking. "Oh yes a stuck up slut is a Barbie....her giggle drove me insane... and Fuck Toy that’s what you are doing Fucking a Toy. "That IS the perfect name for you, Barbie Fuck Toy. Try it Barbie say your name." I clamped my jaws tight NO FUCKING WAY! I would NEVER give her the satisfaction of beating me. Through slobbering lips I tried "aree uhh oy." It only took a quick tug on the chain holding my nipples to beat me. I was saying it over and over. "Aree uhh oy." "You are such an easy slut." "Aree uhh oy" "You are such a stupid stuck up bitch. Louder!" Aree uhh oy! Spit flew from my mouth increasing my growing humiliation. She was laughing hysterically. I had my saliva all over me. I was defeated and degraded as much as I thought humanely possible as I kept saying my name over and over. We both heard the front door close as Patrice and Larry returned. He would stop this he would be my night in shining armor. She laughed knowing my simple thoughts and hope of rescue. "Don’t think he is going to rescue you. He is interested in only one thing like all men. ‘Getting fucked.’ Patrice is going to fuck him, that is if she hasn’t already, and then I am going to fuck him. This is his biggest fantasy. Then we are both going to fuck him. Ohhh I’m wrong. Seeing a stuck up bitch be so dumb as to put herself in a position to get hers IS his biggest fantasy and believe me YOU are going to get yours Barbie Fuck TOY." The tears started again. She was right he did want to see a beautiful smart woman tricked into becoming a bimbo. God no please don’t let that be ME! "I didn’t tell you to stop saying your name or... she reached over and I didn’t need to hear the rest as she tugged on my nipple chain. "Aree uhh oy!" "Aree uhh oy!" "Aree uhh oy!" "Just remember my stupid, stupid Barbie what happens in his story?" I was unable to see the two of them when they came into the basement but I could definitely hear them. A female voice burst out laughing and he exclaimed "Oh my god." Is she okay? "Of course she is. You know better than me, it’s her fantasy. I NEVER would have expected such a beautiful, successful and smart woman would have such slutty desires. What surprised me the most is it was her suggestion to have me dominate her. Not only is she submissive but if you saw how eager she was.... you wouldn’t believe the lesbo’s begging." Liar, don’t believe the bitch. I don’t want this to be how You know me. "Wow, I know she wrote about it but boy she REALLY is a slut. It’s unbelievable she is such a.... I want to say stupid whore." Laughing at his comment Sarah agreed, "That is a perfect description...stupid whore." As Sarah lied to Larry and convinced the idiot I wanted to have this done the other female came into view. I opened my eyes in surprise them closed them in utter humiliation. Patrice was the perky blonde bimbo from the club. My, my I NEVER would have guessed the yuppie would be SO into bondage and humiliation. Guess you can’t judge a book by its cover. In a bit I think I can fix that. What the hell was she talking about? "Ehh e ooo!" All three laughed at me as every attempt to verbally communicate caused spittle to come out of my mouth. "Looks like even with a cock in her mouth she can’t keep from running her mouth. The stupid fool must LOVE drooling on herself." I became aware of all my drool on my breasts and slowly moving down my cleavage. I was foolishly humiliating myself further. I was determined to not give them the amusement of seeing me drool anymore. I tried to suck in the spit around my lips which only brought a comment about me sucking like a vacuum as my cheeks sucked in. "The stupid whore keeps saying something over and over but I can’t make it out. I guess I don’t speak 'C.I.M.'" What is that? "Cock in Mouth. It is the language of sluts and whores." "What was she saying," Candy laughed "or should I say trying to say." "Repeat it Blair." It was an order not a request but I didn’t care. NO FUCKING WAY! "Aree uck oy." All it took was another tug on my nipples chains. I was so weak and defeated. "Aree uck oy." "Aree uck oy." The two females leaned down to get a closer listen making like they didn’t know what I was saying. "It sounds like 'BARBIE'" Candy exclaimed. "Oh my god, she is saying Barbie Fuck Toy." The fool was so proud of himself for figuring out the rest of my incoherent mumbling. "That is the character in my story. She really does want to play Barbie Fuck Toy." Candy leaned over and whispered in a stern, "We are not playing." Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the three of them. Candy was standing behind him and began to rub her hands over his stomach and chest. She was such a slut. Sarah began to unbuckle his jeans with the comment that he obvious is uncomfortable and they can fix that. The fool didn’t stop them and let them remove his pants and boxers. I closed my eyes as his penis, long and thick was very hard and pointing at my face. Candy moved her hands down to hold and caress his balls as Sarah began to stroke his manhood. I was an idiot for watching. For some reason watching these two sluts masturbate him was exciting me. I should have looked away or at least closed my eyes as a clump of semen shot from his penis and landed directly in my right eye caused me to moan from the salty sting. The second blast landed on my forehead and the third fourth and fifth Sarah directed into my brunette hair. All he did was moan and add a "Wow, she looks so..." Sarah finished his statement, "disgusting." I was miserable as my tears from my humiliation, pain from my position and cum in my eye flowed like a river. I heard them sit on the couch in the basement. From their noises I could hear them rutting like animals as his thick semen moved slowly down my face. As I listened to them the pain in my legs from being stretched, the bite of the nipple clamps and the ache in my jaws from being kept open became much more acute. A pair of fingers lifted my shoulder length hair and ran through it. This just doesn’t fit a Barbie Fuck Toy Candy commented. I cringed having the bimbo touch me. She leaned in against me pushing the dildo deeper into my mouth and reached around and squeezed the fake black balls shooting the special aphrodisiac straight down my throat. I bit down onto the rubber cock remembering how intense the sexual urges would be and worse they would be insanely fleeting. "You know Barbie I cut hair during the day. I’m going to do you a favor and help you be what you are a Barbie, nothing but a Barbie." Cut my hair Nooooo. Don’t please Nooooo. I closed my eyes tight as I felt a comb roughly go through my hair and then heard the snip. I started moaning as she did it over and over, my incoherent pleadings for her to stop being ignored. The source of my moaning changed though from the humiliation of having my hair cut to the sexual heat that was rapidly overcoming me. I struggled to try to squeeze my thighs together to squeeze my puss to get even the smallest of pressure for some minuscule pleasure. I failed and began to sob. Ohhhhhh yessss my mind began to explode as she put her hand between my legs and stroked my clit. "Ewwww yuck you are such a sloppy little slut." My fluids were flowing so easily from their drugged assistance. Fuck meeeee yes, yes my face was fucking the black cock I was going to cum as she slid a finger into my sopping puss. Noooooooo then she stopped. The incredible pleasure replaced with not only her laughter but Sarah’s and Larry’s as they had stopped their love making to watch her further degrade me. I would have hung my head in shame if not for the leather collar and the cock in my mouth. As it was I could only close me eyes as she reminded me again that I was only a Barbie Fuck Toy and it was so much fun and so easy to fuck with a Barbie’s empty little head. I was drained every way possible and just knelt like a docile little pet as she finished cutting my hair. I never in my whole life had short hair preferring to keep it shoulder length or longer to vary my style. As more and more of it was cut away I could feel my head grow lighter. I prayed that she was not going to shave me bald. With her pronouncement "almost finished" she grabbed what was left and began to move my head around. "Wow Patrice that is the perfect length for Barbie low maintenance so she wont have trouble washing the cum out but just long enough for guys to hold onto for when Barbie gets her face fucked" Sarah commented. This is incredible! She looks just like how I imagined Sarah in my story looking if not for the hair color Larry added his two cents worth. Laughing Patrice reminded him she was "almost finished." My whole body slumped as Patrice began the process of turning of brunette hair into "Barbie blonde" as she called it. Feigning disappointment at the results of my new hair color because it looked TOO dumb and TOO empty headed and worse TOO plain she had just the thing and added strawberry highlights. I had written several stories about being given a bimbo appearance and fantasized countless hours but now that it had actually been done I regretted for thinking those thoughts for even a second. I was completely humiliated and, worse, broken. I did not feel one ounce of pride as Patrice and Sarah freed me from my bondage. I slumped onto the floor and did not resist at all as Sarah put a spongy pink ball into my mouth. Though my jaw ached from being kept open by the thick black cock the ball was smaller and gave me some relief. She buckled the straps tightly behind my neck. Another set framed my nose and met between my eyes before coming together behind my head. I did all I could which was look at him hoping for pity and help but he was smiling at my humiliation and appearance "She looks...confused." "She IS a Barbie Larry but I think ‘Goofy’ fits her better." Patrice said. Sarah burst out laughing "Goofy? I like that Goofy is a dog and you’ll never guess where Barbie is going to sleep." I turned my head to see her dragging a dog cage from behind the couch. She cuffed my hands in front of me and had me crawl over and back into the cage. She clipped the chain to the cage to keep my hands in front of my face to prevent me from diddling the night away like a slut as she so cruelly put it. She put a lock on the cage door and the three of them went upstairs turning the lights. I was left to suffer and replay alone in the dark my complete and cruel humiliation and try to figure out how I could have gotten into this situation. I hope you enjoyed it Blair Read more of Blair's adventures at "Spunk's Place" /~spunknwagnels under the section of Story Favorites by Other Authors