Fetishdoll - Paula's Story

Two, the submissive girl, was rubbing Dee's shoulders. Her hands moved around the top of Dee's shoulders and down the sides of her arm. Watching this strange woman rubbing Dee's body was hypnotic, or maybe it was just the really strong shit that Desire had made me smoke. I watched, aware that I wasn't moving, that my body felt somehow totally detached from my mind, as Desire tilted her head back to whisper to her slave. They exchanged smiles as they both looked at me. I think I may have smiled back at them, but then I wasn't sure that my body was responding to anything my mind was telling it to do. This was the second time I had let Desire drug me. Somehow that should have pissed me off but instead it made me laugh. I laughed out loud in front of them and they watched me, not changing their behavior. Two's hands had now moved down Desire's chest, exposing her skin and her right breast. My eyes were trapped on Desire's soft skin, the swell of her breast seemed much larger than it had when I saw it last. My mind now raced to remember when that was, how old was I that first night? How many years had it been since then.
I was lost in my own thoughts when suddenly I noticed the two of them kissing passionately. The slave had now fully exposed Desire's creamy brown breasts and was moving her hands all around them, letting her fingers play with the chocolate nipples. I felt my head slowly roll to one side, not even aware what I was doing anymore. I could feel a sensation growing in between my legs, a warmth and a hunger that made my hand move down to my hot inner thighs. My fingers finding my hot triangle of flesh wasn't enough for my mind. I rubbed at myself furiously, trying to satisfy the hunger that had suddenly arisen in me. I masturbated and watched Desire and her slave watching me. They seemed happy at my show and I didn't even stop when the slave girl moved across the room on her hands and knees and slid between my legs, placing her hand over mine.
Time seemed to have moved faster than my mind could catch up as I was suddenly without clothing and my legs were open wide with Two, the slave girl, lapping at my sopping wet pussy. I looked down at her somewhat amazed and the sensation suddenly took my whole body and I came. I came with a scream! My poor little mind wasn't able to take this and I bucked and screamed and pushed at her head, but she wouldn't move off my tender little pussy. Her tongue continued to circle my clit until my hips had stopped bucking and I was literally crying on the floor!
"She is very good, isn't she?" Desire asked. If I had not been drugged, I would have screamed because suddenly Desire's face was right beside mine.
"Ohhh..yesss" I slurred.
"I make sure all my girls learn certain skills. You can't get anywhere in this business without skill."
I registered what Dee was saying, but I didn't respond. I was too fucked up, too relaxed and I was becoming too damn horny to care. But like all good things in my life, as soon as it had seemed to start, it was over. Desire ordered Two into the other room and she helped me off the floor and told me to follow her.
Desire brought me into a back room and it was like this S&M dream room. Every inch of the room was equipped with hooks and harnesses along the walls. The back wall was decorated with whips and paddles and metal clamps and all kinds of medieval torture devices. All of what I was seeing was terrifying and normally I would have probably left the room, the house, the planet, but I couldn't. The only thing I managed to do was let out a little moan.
Desire laughed and walked further into the room, her semi-nude body almost lost in the darkness. The only light came from a lamp that was either painted or printed to give off an eerie greenish glow. It did nothing to make me feel any better about being here. I couldn't help but follow Desire further into this nightmare. I stepped into a small hallway and followed her down into another small room. The walls were obviously painted black, the only light was from candles that bounced around, making me dizzy. In the middle of the room sat Desire's slave girl. She was completely nude and her head was down. Desire walked over to her and lifted her chin up with her index finger. Two looked into Desire's eyes and then she presented her wrists like a prisoner waiting to be handcuffed. My every instinct said to run, to get the fuck out of this place, but where was I going to go? What was I going to do? I couldn't even run to Sister Anna now that I was pregnant. I had to drive that thought out of my head...When I looked back, Two was already hooked up to the ceiling with her wrists tied and pulled up high, her legs were buckled with leather straps into what looked like a stool only there was no seat, just a frame at the top and four legs coming down. I was very uncomfortable watching this. I mean I didn't know this woman, she was obviously much older than me and she was just allowing herself to be used like this? I didn't have long to think about it before Desire came over to me and took my hand. I followed her over to a chair she had painted black against the black wall. At first I hadn't even seen it was there. It was freaking me out!
Desire looked beautiful as her top opened slightly to expose her firm breasts and then she turned back to Two who "sat" motionless over the stool that wasn't a stool. Desire unbuttoned her pants and let them slide off her waist. She stepped out of the pants and stood there in only black thong panties and a shirt that was open to expose her breasts.
"Do you know what that is Two?" she asked.
"Yes Mistress." Two replied.
"What do you want, slut?!" Desire asked forcefully.
"I want to make you happy, Mistress." Two said.
Desire looked over to me as she pulled a leather gag out of what seemed like thin air. She gagged Two and then spun the stool around so that Two's ass was facing me. Desire brought the paddle down across Two's naked white butt and it made a loud SMACK! The sound of the paddle slapping her back made me jump. Two let out a little muffled cry, but Dee didn't wait, she brought the paddle down again! WHACK!
I little stream of drool trailed down from the gag in Two's mouth and hung there, inches from the floor.
"Do you want it across your ass, you little whore!"
Two shook her head up and down to signal a yes. Desire handed me the paddle and motioned for me to go over to her slave. I barely even knew how to use it and it was very heavy! I looked from Desire to Two and back again. Desire laughed a little but motioned for me to go ahead, do something.
Slowly I moved over to Two's naked body, her naked white ass. Red marks from the paddle stood out on her pale white skin. Desire once again motioned for me to go ahead, so I brought it back and then down and I kind missed. The paddle hit her more on the lower back than on the ass and I instantly felt horrible! Two turned her head to try to look back, but she couldn't see anything and she couldn't speak.
"What are you looking at BITCH!" Desire yelled and she slapped her hard across the face! This made me a little more uncomfortable and I'm not sure that Two liked it either. Dee took the paddle away from me and she motioned for me to watch. She stood to the side of Two and she brought it back and down across Two's plump little ass.
"Do you want more, you bad little girl?" Dee said.
She leaned in and rubbed Two's ass, and her hand slipped down between her red, burning cheeks and D stroked up and down with her hand, teasing. Then Dee rotated her around again so that I could see Two's naked body from the front. Her soft breasts heaved up and down as she tried to breath through the gag. Her stomach was very beautiful with just a small curve in her belly. Her pubic hair was clipped very close, but not shaved, and there was a glint of metal from her puckered pussy lips.
"Do you want me to make you pee, you dirty little slut?" Dee asked.
Two shook her head 'no', and that only made Dee smile.
"No?!" Dee came forward and pinched one of Two's nipples. Two struggled in the restraints and breathed in hard through the gag and her nose, making a sort of slurping sound.
"Are you sure?!" Dee asked.
Two didn't do anything. Desire started to twist her nipple and then she took the other one in her teeth and bit down and pulled. She released her red nipples and stepped back. "I'm going to whip you till you piss, you dirty little BITCH!" Desire said. This time Two slowly moved her head up and down, signaling yes... I think.
She leaned back and brought the whip down across Two's naked hips and pussy! The whip made a smack as it hit Two's body and Two's back arched and she sucked in air around the gag. Dee didn't wait for her to recover, she brought the whip down again and again. With each CRACK! of the whip, Two arched and struggled. I wondered how Dee knew if she was going to kill her or not? I was beyond uncomfortable, beyond wanting to leave, to run for the hills. But my legs couldn't move, my eyes couldn't look away. I watched as she whipped this woman, this naked woman who I didn't know, who I wanted to help but didn't know if she actually liked this. I felt like I was going to be sick.
"DO YOU HAVE TO PISS!? Are you holding it back, you little tease!?" Dee yelled. I almost started laughing at the idea, but somehow all I could do was stare, fascinated by this dream-like game of pain. Desire twisted and played with Two's pierced pussy lips and then I saw her middle finger dive deep inside her. Two closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Desire stepped back and brought the whip across her hips and pussy again and again! Two's front was a mess of red whelps and she didn't seem to care. Then, as if she had been holding back, a small trickle of pee dribbled from her puckered pussy. Desire seemed very happy. Two closed her eyes and soon a stream of piss flowed from her and I backed away, so I wouldn't get caught in the splatter!
"You dirty little slut!" Dee said, almost laughing.
"Look what you have done! What do you have to say for yourself!?"
She took the gag out of Two's mouth and Two breathed in deep.
"I will clean it Mistress, I will clean it all up." Two said, between deep breaths.
Desire unhooked her and let her off the stool. Two had a very hard time standing on her own but managed to get back to her feet.
"Get down there and clean that up!" Desire ordered.
Now what happened next, I can't even begin to tell you how freaked I was. I expected Two to go get something to clean the piss puddle in the middle of the floor. I expected anything but what happened. Two got on her hands and knees and extended her tongue! Well that's all I saw because I was out of the room!

Desire followed me into the living room, laughing. I was about to say something when she said, "Listen, everyone has a fetish. It's not our job to figure it out, it's just our job to let them explore it."
"What do you mean, 'our job'?" I asked.
"I mean, that woman in there is paying me to do this. She loves to be forced to drink piss, to be whipped, to be humiliated in front of other women. The only thing she doesn't love is men."
"W...what?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Oh trust me, I was just as shocked as you. I rarely get a female client. But this woman works with a big computer company as a programmer and they are all fucking nuts. I'm telling you, she is the biggest bitch in the world by day. She treats all her male employee's like crap and she dreams of fucking all the female ones. She tells me all kinds of sick ass fantasies she has about doing things to them. So rather than loose her job doing that, she comes here and I help her get the fantasy out of her system for a few weeks. Then she comes back again."
"You take money for this? Is this like pro..prostitution?" I asked.
"No, it's like running a service I think. Men and women out there have all sorts of fetishes and desires. I am the woman they come to if they want to make those desires a reality."
"And that's why you are named Desire?" I asked.
"Nothing gets past you, does it hunny?" She smiled at her wit and then continued, "Paula, you are going to have to either help me out or you are going to have to leave first thing in the morning. If you leave that's it. I'm not going to help you again. When you left me the first time I felt like it was my fault. I pushed you and thought you were something you weren't. Now I'm offering for you to come work for me, be one of my girls."
"You want me to be a whore?" I spat out at her.
"No, not a stupid two dollar whore. I want you to earn some fucking money by doing what I ask you to do. Almost all my clients are business men or guys who can get up enough money to make a fetish come true. Like little Two in there, she makes more money than she fucking should just to type some stupid words into a computer. She doesn't even know what to do with all that money and if she wasn't coming here, she would loose her job."
Desire walked around me and put her arms around me so that her head was only inches from mine, "and we aren't talking just a little money here. We are talking enough to finally get you out of living in a shit hole and able to start your life again."
"Well, I'm not going to be a fucking whore." I said angrily.
"Listen, don't get all pissy. I already told you I ain't askin' you to be a whore. Most of the guys who come in here will beg to fuck you but if you actually had sex with them, they would hate you. What they want is to watch a little girl like you tell them what to do, or they want to watch me tell you what to do, or they want to drink your piss or have you use them as a stool while you answer email. Whatever the fuck they want, it usually isn't to fuck you. But if you ever want to fuck one of them, that's your business, not mine.
I tell you what Paula, you just sleep out here tonight and think about it. I'm going to go back in there and keep my little slave client happy. Tomorrow morning you can give me an answer."

Desire didn't keep true to her word but kept bugging me every single day. I should have just told her to fuck off but I was afraid of her, I didn't know what she would do if I told her I wouldn't do what she wanted. It was on a phone conversation with Desire where I finally let her know what was on my mind.
"Listen Dee, I want to get an abortion...I think."
"Well, that isn't a problem at all. Hell, half my clients are doctors anyway. I can take care of everything by the time you get off work. I don't know why you are still working that stupid fucking hippy job anyway. "
"What? Like today?" I asked, suddenly scared.
"Of course." She said quickly, "I have to make some phone calls and then you'll need to do some work for me, but we can have it done in no time. Probably as early as next week."
"What kind of work?"
"Well, first I have a friend, he owns a club and he needs a girl."
"What kind of club Desire?"
"Oh please, you know exactly what kind of club. I need you to do a little stripping." Desire said matter-of-factly.
"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT!?" I yelled.
"Damn, girl! You don't have to have a heart attack! All you gotta do is get up on a stage, wiggle that fine ass of yours and take your damn clothes off! What is so goddamn hard about that?"
"I...well...nothing, I guess. It's just that..." I was thinking about it. Stripping! God, that is like something I could do? I mean I'm not stripper material. I'm practically flat chested, skinny and no hips. Definitely not stripper material. And plus, despite what I had been telling everyone, I was way too young. But this was the only chance I had, I was terrified of being on my own again. I couldn't possibly be out on the streets again. Desire had given me a warm bed, a nice house to stay at, she had cool friends. She was everything I wanted to have right now, everything I...yes...desired.
"Ok" I said weakly into the phone.
"What? I didn't quite hear that." She said.
"I said, Yes. I'll do it." I fell back into the wall. The phone hanging weakly in my hand.
"Now, see? You did the right thing. I said I would take care of you, didn't I? You need takin' care of and you just need to learn that I love you, girl! I ain't gonna let nothin' bad happen to you ever again. You got that?"
"Yes, I know." I said sadly. I was finally losing it, I was finally becoming exactly what my mother always said I was. A whore.