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WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes.  It is intended as a work of
fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone
similar behavior.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
coincidental.  All names are fictitious.  The acts described herein are 
illegal, and are not condoned by the author.  This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.

If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here

THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
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SubDiane's Mistake
Chapter 16


After her humiliation in the sauna, Diane didn't feel she could go home.  She
drifted around town, shopping, sipping coffee in espresso bars, nosing around
in bookstores.  She didn't want to go home and face everything she'd find
there:  the email, her husband, her daughter, her life.

It was getting close to four o'clock when she finally pulled up in her
driveway. Like it or not, this was her life and she had to go back to it.  She
was the first one home and she immediately went to the PC to find out what they
were going to want next. The email told her that she had the weekend "off", but
she was to do at least two sex chats and email the logs to SumwonElz. Things
would start up again on Monday.  

The instructions were to show up at the Motel 6 again, this time wearing a red
blazer and a leather bra underneath.  She was to find a bra that would leave
her nipples exposed.  She could wear whatever else she wanted, pants, skirt,
but they were to be black.  The email said to be at the hotel at 11, and to
make sure she didn't skip her workout at the gym.

There were dozens of other emails from strangers who'd heard about her via
postings SumwonElz had done in a variety of sex-related newsgroups.  There were
still no instructions from him about how to handle them, so she deleted them
all quickly.

+ + + 

On Saturday, she told her husband she needed to go shopping for clothes for a
dinner party they were invited to in a week or two.  He was busy with his
reading and nodded, ignoring her.  She wondered for a moment whether he'd even
care if they delivered the logs, but then she realized what would happen and
left the house.

Diane drove to the Erotic Warehouse again and looked around for the leather
clothes she needed.  They had several different kinds.  She selected one that
fit the requirements and paid cash. Then, she shopped for a red blazer. She had
two at home, but didn't want to corrupt them with the stench of what her life
was becoming.

+ + +

That night when everyone was in bed, she signed on again. There were more
emails asking for meetings.  Many of them were referring to places in Chicago.
Did they know?  She checked her profile. He' changed it again.  Mentioned her
city and listed a whole new set of sick hobbies. She winced when she saw he'd
added "enemas" to the list from last time.

Several IMs sprang to life on her screen.  She went through the motions of the
online chats without any energy at all, just the knowledge that if she didn't
play the game, her logs wouldn't be convincing and who knew what they'd do to
her?

+ + +

Monday morning, she woke up with a feeling of optimism.  She couldn't explain
it.  Nothing had changed in her life, she'd mailed the logs Saturday night
(actually Sunday morning) and had no response.  Maybe the lack of response made
her think he'd moved on?

She made coffee and toast for herself, ignored the temptation to check the
computer.  There was an assignment and if he had anything else to add, fuck
him.  She'd go through the motions of Friday's assignment and to hell with them
all.

Her rebellious feelings faded slowly but by the time she got to the gym, they
were gone.  She saw Liz and was again confronted with the reality of her
situations.  She was a whore.  They told her when and who to fuck.  It was that
simple.

"Come on, let's get on with it!" Liz said, giving her a hug around the
shoulder.  "You look so forlorn today!"  She didn't wait for an answer, just
walked off to work with one of the other customers.  

Diane dressed and went into her routine. She saw Liz watching her now and then,
checking on her, giving her stern looks when she didn't seem to be sweating
hard enough.

When she finished, she went into the showers and let the hot water wash away
the pain in her muscles.  She stepped out of the shower and walked back to the
locker room. Liz was there, standing beside her locker. The locker was open.

"I just wanted to reassure you that it's OK to dress here, no need to change
into your uniform in the car or anything like that," Liz said with a twisted
smile.  She reached into the locker and took the leather bra out of a crumpled
brown bag. "Don't be shy, go ahead and put it on."  She threw it to Diane.

Diane looked around the room. At least they were alone.

"Do you..."

"Shut up and put it on," Liz barked. Diane threw the towel into the basket and
took the bra from her.  She wrapped it around herself and buckled it into
place.  Liz helped her, adjusting the cups and tugging her nipples until they
were centered through the round openings.

"It's a nice look for you," Liz said.  She leaned forward and gave Diane a kiss
on the lips, then turned and walked back out to the gym floor. Diane felt weak,
how much was she going to be subjected to?

+ + +

Diane showed up at the hotel room number she'd been given at precisely eleven.
When she knocked, the door opened and she was waved inside by a middle aged man
in a suit.  He didn't speak much, just laid $50 on the dresser and started
undressing. She took her cue and removed her clothes.  

It was a mechanical fuck, he climbed on top of her, grunted a few times, and
got off. Then, he stood up, got dressed and left.

She put her head down in her hands and sobbed slightly. This didn't even have
the excitement of the cyber fucks she'd had on the weekend.

When she'd pulled on her clothes and got down to the car, there was a note on
the windshield.  She was to go to another room right away.  She looked back at
the hotel and saw that a man was standing in a window on the second floor
looking at her.  The note said room 210.  

She climbed the stairs and looked.  Room 210 was the room with the curtains
open and the man standing, watching.

"So, you just finished one downstairs?" he asked as he slipped off his shoes.

"Yes," she answered, wondering what his game was.

"Did it feel good?" He was unbuttoning his shirt.

"Feel good?"

"You know.  Did you like it?"

She felt trapped.  What was the right answer, what was he fishing for?

"It was all right," she said, trying to steer a middle course.

"Well, I just wondered. You know. You must do it all day long, I always
wondered what that was like..." He was naked now except for his briefs.

"Are we going to talk?" she asked, hoping she might get away with not fucking
him by telling him a story. Maybe he wanted to masturbate.

"No, I was just trying to be polite. Come on over here and kiss me."

She raised her hand.  "We don't kiss, that's part of the deal."

"I paid extra and I was told you'll kiss me."  He stepped closer, his arms out
and his cock half erect already.

Diane knew this was part of what they were using her for and knew she couldn't
resist. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.  His mouth opened
and he stuck a wet tongue between her lips.  She opened her mouth wide, gagging
on his foul breath.  He was slurping and dripping down her cheek and she had to
close her eyes to keep from passing out.

"C'mon baby, you know you love it," he muttered between kisses.  His hands were
on her ass, squeezing tight.  He moved one hand around to her cunt and slid a
finger inside her. "You're going to love this..."

She opened her legs, trying to let him in without hurting her. He was clumsy
and anxious.

"Baby, I'd love to feel you inside me," she moaned, trying to move him along.

"Oh yeah, see?" he said with a triumphant sound.  "You're gonna love it."

She laid down on the bed, spread her legs and he climbed on top of her.  He
pumped quick and hard, anxiously working himself inside her.

"Oh lover, come on!" she cooed. He came in minutes.

+ + +

Back at the car again, she found another note. They were keeping close to her
today. The note listed an address in one of the middle-income suburbs and just
said "drive there."

She crumpled it and threw it on the ground.  The address was about fifteen
minutes away and when she arrived, there were two cars parked outside.  The
house had a FOR SALE sign on the lawn.  She parked and walked up the steps to
the front door.

"Ah, we've been waiting for you!" said one of the two men inside.  "This is
going to be the perfect place for the two of you, just wait and see!"

Obviously the salesman, she thought. The other man was dressed in a black suit
and didn't say anything.  He just nodded to her, indicating she should enter.

"So, where do you want to start the tour?" he asked.

"The basement," the man in black said in a flat voice.

"Sure, sure. Come on around here."  The salesman went on and on about the
living room and kitchen as he walked them to the steps.  Diane nodded her head
and muttered "oh yes" now and then to try and make this surreal situation seem
somewhat more normal.

"As you can see, they've rewired everything but the basement is not
finished..." the man was saying.  The man in black raised his hand and the
salesman stopped talking.

"Diane, come over here to the middle of the room."  She followed him.  "Now,
raise your arms above your head and see if you can grasp the beams."

She looked at the salesman who had a nervous look on his face. Her arms went
up.  The ceiling was higher than normal, she could barely touch the crossbeams.

"Do you think they're strong enough to support her weight?" the man in black
asked the salesman.

"Excuse me?" he muttered.

"Never mind. Diane, step over to the wall."  She lowered her arms and walked to
the concrete wall.   The man in black stepped up to her and pulled off the
blazer.  The salesman's eyes bulged as he saw her nipples poking through the
leather.  "Now, face the wall, arms spread wide, press against the stone." She
assumed the position he was describing.  He walked to the wall and pressed her
left knee with his hand.  "Spread them a bit wider."  She turned red, wondering
what the salesman was thinking.  She turned her head away from him.

"This is good. I think we can make the necessary arrangements. Stay there a few
minutes while I look at the rest of the house."  The man in black went back to
the staircase and walked up.  

Diane kept her eyes closed.  Her thoughts were racing.  What would the salesman
think? What would he do?  She heard the footsteps upstairs walking slowly
through the dining room, kitchen, bedrooms.  The salesman didn't budge as near
as she could tell.  There were no noises in the basement at all.

After what seemed like a long, long time, the man in black came back down the
stairs.  "We'll take it.  I think it's fine. Diane, go up to the bedroom and
take off the blazer and your pants."  He motioned for the salesman to go up the
stairs ahead of him.  The two of them walked outside and talked at the curb
while Diane walked up and found the bedroom.  She removed the blazer and her
pants, shoes, panties, and stockings.  There were no curtains on the window and
she looked out.  They were still talking.  She sat down beside the door and
waited.

The salesman walked into the room and looked at her. "He's gone. I guess you
can go too." She looked at him.  He wasn't going to fuck her.  She somehow felt
more totally humiliated by the fact that this man was not a paying customer.
"Hope you like the place," he said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
He dropped a business card on the floor beside her, then turned and walked
away.  She leaned forward and cried for a long time before she got dressed and
left.


+ + + end of chapter 16


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