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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also from o
o alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order to this o
o section of my collection, other than offering them to you in alpha- o
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o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to be typed o
o therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's a lot more fun to o
o browse around and find 'little' surprises, and topics that you might o
o not have even thought of looking for. I hope you enjoy your time among o
o Kristen's book shelf directories. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o
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Attone - Part 2 (Fdom-F, MF, orgy, slave)
by AnonPIXNIX Author (c) 1990
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"Well, Barbara, have you agreed to my terms, or haven't you?
"Yes," Barbara whispered before losing her breath.
"We'll see about that. First, the correct answer would be
"Yes, Mistress." Try again and speak so that we can hear you."
"Yes, mistress," Barbara spat back, then realizing she
sounded hostile and afraid Cheryl would get angry she continued
in a more humble tone. "I agree to your terms."
"Good. Let's begin." Cheryl sat up and opened her tote bag
and rummaged through it for a minute then withdrew a tape record-
er, Polaroid camera and a file folder. She opened the file folder
and pulled out a single sheet of paper and laid it on the table
in front of Barbara.
"Ok, Barbara, you wanted to know what I expected you to do.
Well, that paper will enlighten things a bit. Now I want you to
remove your robe...you're not wearing anything under it, are you?"
"No," Barbara said, and quickly added, "Mistress."
"Well, then, take it off and we'll see."
Barbara untied the sash and shrugged the robe from her
shoulders. Cheryl was pleasantly surprised. The body was much
nicer than she'd expected, not so thin as she'd imagined. A
better word would be `trim;' small, pert breasts and a firm, flat
tummy one wouldn't expect from a 28-year old mother of two.
Cheryl had mentioned to a few of her neighbors who dropped
by for coffee this morning that she might have a "slave/maid"
shortly; when she described Barbara to them, she hadn't done her
justice. Of course the girls got all giggly and excited about the
prospect and made her promise to keep them informed.
Cheryl had never had a lesbian experience and really never
thought she would. Sure, she fantasized about it occasionally
when Don was on one of his business trips, but for the most part,
Cheryl was strictly straight. She'd thought of this scenario as a
means to get John in bed with her. The idea of having John while
Barbara helped and even provided some services of her own was
delicious. She could really have a good time with this plan,
that's for sure.
Barbara could feel her face getting red. She had never been
so humiliated in her life. She held the robe over her forearms
and in front of her to hide her mound, She didn't dare look at
John, but wondered what he was looking at and what he was think-
ing. She wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. She star-
tled when Cheryl started speaking again.
"Very nice, Barbara. Set the robe down on the chair."
Barbara turned and bent to put the robe onto the chair.
Cheryl gasped quietly at the sight of Barbara's rump. She always
had sort of a `butt fetish,' but Don would have no part of that
action. She remembered sneaking up on him during foreplay and
trying to stick her small vibrator into his butt. You'd think she
tried to kill him from his reaction. Barbara's rear end was
exquisite...she'd have fun playing with that. The sight was short
lived as Barbara turned and returned to her spot in front of the
table to await her next order.
"Pick up that paper and read it, Barbara. It's your state-
ment of submission to me." Cheryl leaned forward and pressed the
`record; button as Barbara bent to pick up the paper. Barbara
straightened up and looked at the paper as tears began forming in
her eyes.
"Read it aloud!" Cheryl was annoyed now. "The tape can't
record your thoughts, you know"
Barbara shuddered from the tone of Cheryl's voice and began
reading, aloud from the top.
"I, Barbara Morris, hereby announce my willingness to
surrender myself to my mistress, Cheryl Sather. In so doing, I
agree to the following terms:
1. I will be available to my mistress with one day's notice,
making all arrangements for baby-sitting, etc. necessary for
me to meet these obligations. I understand that there will
be no more than two sessions per week though some sessions
may require my attendance overnight or for the weekend.
2. I will appear for each such session freshly bathed,
groomed and dressed in apparel requested by Mistress Cheryl.
I understand that all under clothing, bras, panties, ho-
siery, etc. are not to be worn at any time during these
sessions unless I am directed to do so my Mistress Cheryl.
3. I will not speak unless directed to do so by Mistress
Cheryl or if given permission to do so by Mistress Cheryl. I
will always end each sentence with "Mistress Cheryl".
4. At no time will I object to, or refuse to carry out an
order given by Mistress Cheryl.
5. Although my husband, John may be present, I will ignore
him, his actions, suggestions and orders unless directed
otherwise by my Mistress.
6. I understand that these sessions may involve sexual
activity of which I do not approve, or that repulse me. I
will, however, give complete control of my body to my Mis-
tress Cheryl and comply promptly with her directions.
7. I understand that failure to comply with these condi-
tions, including objecting to, or refusing to obey any order
of Mistress Cheryl may result in punishment that I agree to
accept.
8. I understand that no physical pain or permanent harm will
come to me, although I will experience humiliation, discom-
fort, embarrassment and revulsion. I understand that failure
to obey will call for punishment which may cause pain, but
no permanent damage.
9. I am a humble slave to my mistress, Cheryl Sather."
Tears streamed down Barbara's cheeks as she finished read-
ing. Her knees buckled and she felt about to faint. When she said
the last words, she remained staring at the paper as teardrops
spotted the words, punctuating each article of submission. She
couldn't speak or force herself to look at John, whom she needed
desperately at that moment.
Cheryl reached forward and stopped the tape recorder. This
time she grabbed the bottle and poured herself another glass and
wine and filled John's glass. She looked at Barbara, then John,
sat back and stared at the naked, quivering Barbara again.
"Any questions, Barbara?" she said softly, almost as if
sympathetic to the once good friend with whom she'd shared so
many secrets.
"Yes; just how long to expect me to do this? It can't go on
forever, you know." Barbara, too had changed. She seemed more at
ease in her nakedness. Not comfortable, but her concentration
seemed centered on the business at hand. She even glanced at John
and noticed he had one helluva hard-on as he fixed his eyes on
her bare silhouette.
"Already you've failed to comply with your terms, slave. I
believe item 3 on was violated. I'll make your punishment easy
this time, but remember what you've agreed to in the future. The
next punishment will not be pleasant, I assure you.
"Now to answer your question, this will go on as long as I
can keep it going, but I know that I'd look foolish going to the
police after a long time had passed. Then again, you may wish it
to go on forever. Who knows? Believe this: it is going on at this
moment and you will either hold to your agreement or I'm out of
here and on my way to the police. Does that answer your ques-
tion?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's demeanor again changed to
one of complete submission and her head dropped to face the
carpet once more.
"Good. Now let's get this show on the road. I've got some
preliminaries to go over and then there's that punishment due."
Cheryl fumbled in her tote bag withdrew what appeared to be a
photo album. She laid it on the table and opened it to the first
page. Barbara noticed that it was empty and wondered why Cheryl
brought it out, until Cheryl grabbed the camera. It would not
remain empty for long.
"This book, Barbara, has 100 pages," Cheryl continued. "Each
page will hold 6 photos on each side. That means when full, this
album will have 1200 photos, assuming I don't add additional
pages. Each of those photos will have one thing in common: they
will all be of you naked and posed in every way, doing everything
imaginable. We'll begin tonight with some basic shots of you
alone." She paused and looked at John who seemed mesmerized by
what she was saying. "John, would you be a dear and turn this
coffee table perpendicular to the sofa? And get a nice sheet to
spread over it and... Oh yes; I'll need a pillow."
John jumped to his feet and cleared the table of the wine,
then positioned it as Cheryl directed. Cheryl tilted the shades
on the table lamps so the table was bathed in bright light. John
scurried out to get the pillow and sheet. Meanwhile, Cheryl
directed her attention once more to Barbara.
"It seems you have a problem with your hands, Barbara. You
don't know what to do with them. From now on, and for all future
sessions, when you are awaiting orders, I want you to put both
hands behind your head and clasp your fingers. Also, from now on
you are to keep your legs apart so that your pussy is easily
accessible for whatever I have in mind. I'd say that when stand-
ing there should be 3 feet between each foot, and when kneeling,
2 feet between your knees. And, by the way, keep your head up and
look straight ahead with your eyes open. I wouldn't want you to
miss anything. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara said as she quickly put her
hands behind her head and spread her feet. God, she felt humili-
ated. How would she ever survive this ordeal. She trembled as she
imagined what those 1200 pictures would be like. She wondered how
many different things could she be photographed doing to fill up
that book. She looked straight ahead, as directed, and focused on
the painting on the wall behind the sofa. Since John had moved
the table, she was some distance from Cheryl but could not see
her out the bottom of her eyes. She heard something but dared not
move her eyes downward to look for fear of accruing another
punishment. The thought of the punishment just came to her mind
and she trembled once again as she remembered her oath which said
that punishment may be painful. Once more, tears filled her eyes.
John returned carrying the sheet and pillow and stopped dead
in his tracks when he entered the living room and saw Barbara
standing there in that position. His dick twitched again and he
thought for sure he would have an orgasm right in his pants if
this continued much longer. Cheryl noticed him standing there and
told him to spread the sheet on the table and to place the pillow
in the center. It would raise "Barbara's pretty little butt"
enough to make "everything" visible to the camera. He glanced at
Barbara and saw her face turn crimson and the tears rolling down
her cheeks. His dick twitched again and he ran to accomplish his
task as soon as possible.