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

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