Controlling Sarah Ch. 01-11

"Anything? Gets yo' fur coat, you gonna make us some motha' fuckin' cash."

Joe did not need to hear his name from Sarah, that was enough. He walked out of the kitchen, into the living room, his Colt 1911 at the ready, and said, "Boys, that's enough. She doesn't go anywhere. Give her the memory card from the camera. Now." He pointed the pistol straight at the boss.

"Gentlemen, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Give the lady the card and let us depart," he said as the youngest complied. Sarah took the card and ran behind Joe, shaking and hugging him, and then the men quietly left.

"Thank you Sir," she sobbed. A moment later, she wondered why she was thanking him as she looked at the soiled white living room and thought about what she had done. Somehow, what she had done with the men was the least of it. She had done scenes like that plenty of times, but it was a lover that she selected who directed the action, with trusted guests of the Dominant. Joe walked her back into the kitchen and guided her onto the tall chair. She felt a wave of confusion pass over her, being able to sit in The Woman's Chair, as it was known in her household.

"Ready to take a rest, bitch?" Joe asked, not expecting an answer.

"Yes Sir Joe, thank you for giving me an opportunity to rest," she said as he took the memory card from her hand.

As soon as Sarah relaxed, she heard the familiar sound of duct tape and Joe wrapped it around her heaving breasts and upper arms, taping her to the chair. He wrapped a few layers around her mouth, then her forearms were taped to the chair arms, and lastly, he taped her legs together. As he tore the tape off after wrapping Sarah's thighs together, he said, "That must be the only way to keep your slut knees together, right bitch?" Sarah stared at him for a second and nodded yes, interrupting her thought of another $50 pair of stockings ruined. As soon as she was taped to her 'throne,' Nancy entered with Edward, still wearing her bra and panties, Nancy wore only her satin blouse and heels from the day before.

"Eddie, Pet, be a dear and clear the table, bring in the breakfast."

"Yes Misses Clarke."

"Eddie, what did I say before we came down?"

"Oh, sorry, Ma'am." He walked to his wife and kissed her taped mouth. "Good morning, Princess." Her eyes grew wide. That was an honorific she hated and never wanted anybody to call her, especially him. He then turned to Joe and said, "Thank you for allowing me to watch the show, Sir Joe. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Joe stood silently, leaving his duster on the chair and brought his now growing cock close to Sarah's hand. "Guide me into princess bitch's hand."

Sarah sighed through her nose, relieved that they were not going to make Edward hurt her. The confusing signals scrambled her head. A secure taping to a chair was no big deal, until it dawned on her that they were humiliating her in her own house, in a room she never allowed play in before, especially treating her this way in this chair. Somehow, Nancy taking over her husband was moving from the bottom to the top of the list. Her bubble of emotional protection exploded and she started to cry in humiliation as she gently jerked Joe off until he shot another morning load of cum, all over her corset, face, and the chair. Nancy took the liberty to clean Joe as she fondled Sarah's helpless legs, trying to reach a bony finger between Sarah's thighs to touch her cum-soaked panties. It did not work. Edward continued prancing between the living room and kitchen arranging the breakfast, his cock visibly hard again in Nancy's lace panties.

After cleaning Joe, Nancy spit mixture of her saliva and Joe's ejaculate into Sarah's face. "So, Princess, nice throne you have here! You get to preside over the breakfast feast!" With that, the group sat down to eat. Nancy directed Edward to prepare a plate for Sarah first. "The Princess is always served first, Edward."

"Yes Misses Clarke," he said with a smile. Then he prepared a plate for Joe, as Joe directed, then one for Nancy and last, his own with the identical items and portions that Nancy had on hers.

Joe looked at Sarah's plate, and then looked back at the rest of the food on the table. "It's wrong to waste all of this food. There are children starving in DC! Bitch, put the rest on princess bitch's plate. She doesn't look like she appreciates the breakfast I selected for us."

Edward sensed trouble and followed Joe's orders. Maybe he was just confused and this was what things are like in a scene. He wondered what was going on, there was no way Sarah could eat with her mouth taped. It must be part of the game and he began feeling grateful that did not treat him like her. He remembered from years ago, Sarah let him watch a session of hers on a monitor where she was brutalized and was sore for a week. She had to wear long sleeves and knee high boots for days to hide all of the bruises. It seemed horrible, she cried a lot more that time than she cried since the Nancy arrived and still smiled afterwards. He completed his duties and finished his breakfast with the others.

"Master, princess bitch still hasn't touched a thing," Nancy said to Joe, shaking her head.

"So I see . . ."

Sarah began to figure out the setup again, or so she thought. This was a level of mental torture play she never agreed to with anybody before. She tried to anticipate what was coming, waived her hands in protest, and then tried to call out.

At Joe's nod, Nancy went to the knife block and selected a small, sharp blade. Sarah could hear her heels click on the tile as Nancy approached her from the back. With a muffled shriek, Nancy jerked Sarah's back, her neck pivoted against the top of the chair. "Part your lips, princess, we all know you can do that. I don't want to cut them and displease my Master."

Sarah was lost again, but she complied as tears ran down her makeup-smeared face. Nancy carefully cut a slit through the tape, between Sarah's lips. Joe asked Sarah if she was cut and she shook her head sobbing, "No, Sir Joe."

He patted Nancy's ass as a reward, then called to Ed, "Bitch, feed the princess."

"Yes Sir Joe," Edward answered and approached Sarah's side.

Nancy handed him a big spoon, and then, with Sarah's knife and fork, began cutting up the meats on the plate. "Eddie, Pet, nothing that I haven't cut up for the princess. We don't want her choking."

Sarah finally came out of her surprise enough to protest again. "I can't eat that much! That is much too much food!"

Joe had had enough of Sarah's complaining and pulled a small black device from his pocket. He slid a switch on the side with his thumb, revealing a red dot, and then pressed the green dot on the front. Sarah jerked and yelped as the electric shock jolted her throat. When she relaxed, Joe did it again; she jerked, yelped, peed on her chair, and began to cry harder.

"Feed her, bitch, every scrap."

Edward began to feed her as gently as possible, making sure she swallowed before presenting another spoonful. The mashed potatoes where now mixed in with the green beans and eggs. Sausage, bacon, and ham were jumbled together. As Nancy finished her last cuts, she cautioned Edward. "No large pieces, we do not want princess choking," she laughed and left the kitchen with Joe.

"Every fucking scrap." Joe said as he reached the stairs.

They heard what sounded like Nancy going out the front door and Joe's heavy walk going up the steps. Nancy returned and went upstairs to join Joe as Edward dutifully stuffed The Woman of the House. When he paused, Sarah panted, "I'm okay, I'm okay, just get it over with. They aren't messing around, they'll hurt us. Try to go faster."

Edward remembered what he had seen in the video upstairs and silently resumed feeding her. One hour later, they were not done and Sarah was groaning from the pain in her stomach. Joe called for Edward as Nancy returned to the kitchen wearing a tight red leather jacket and skirt, sheer red stockings and red pumps, heavier makeup than she usually wore to work. In a matter-of-fact tone, she leaned to Sarah's ear and said, "Misses Kneeler, this kitchen is a fucking mess, and you left more than half of your breakfast uneaten. You never leave it like this before leaving the house, do you? Are you always so wasteful?"

Sarah's aching, straining belly wanted to erupt as she answered, "No, no Misses Clarke, my home is never left like this, and we never waste things."

"Well, your husband is a little busy and you have an appointment with my seamstress soon."

"Misses Clarke, can you release me so I can clean up?" Sarah could not believe she was asking her secretary and tormentor a question like that, in that way, as if this was a roleplay session with one of her regular couples.

As soon as Sarah asked properly, Nancy began cutting the tape. Without hesitation, Sarah packed the remaining food into one of the boxes and placed it in the refrigerator; she wiped the table, mopped her chair, and then wiped them all down. She was moving like a whirlwind in tall satin pumps, ruined from her own urine that leaked onto them. She took the remaining delivery boxes to the garage and was shocked that the garage door was open; the cans were at the curb. Nancy followed her and whispered, "Do you really think the neighbors are unaware of what goes on here?" Sarah gulped, thinking that they really did not know, and then walked smartly in her soiled outfit to deposit the boxes. She returned to clean the living room, thinking some of these stains may never come out. She surprised herself with how well she cleaned the leather sofa cushions, even the brown streak the biggest man left on the loveseat came out.

8. Appointment Time

When Sarah finished, Nancy was standing by with one of Sarah's garment bags. "Misses Kneeler, this is your outfit for your appointment. Clean up and change in Suzanne's room, use her makeup too. The master bedroom is booked," she said as if they were in the office and an appointment location had changed.

"Misses Clarke, can you help me with my corset?"

"Misses Kneeler, no, that is outside of my duties. Nothing wrong with wearing that beautiful item out, you know," she said with a smug tone and laugh, having anticipated the request.

Sarah took the bag and made sure to hold her smile until at the top of the stairs. She heard loud, thumping industrial music coming from the master bedroom as she passed. She did not want to know what Edward was going through, but she was glad he was behaving and avoiding more punishment for them. The heft of the bag was puzzling. Curiously, she unzipped it, saw her favorite classic navy blue pinstripe suit, and smiled. Then she looked for the blouse, none. "This jacket is cut too wide to wear without a blouse . . . oh shit," she whispered as she saw the boots. White thigh-high boots with 5" heels. Sarah was disgusted, but not as disgusted as she was with what she was still wearing. She stripped, and then tried to get the corset off. It seemed to take forever, but she finally untied the laces with the help of a mirror. Then she began to figure out how to loosen them and finally got it to move. Her full belly and bladder were not helping. Eventually she stepped out of it. A glance at the mirror gave her the image she was pregnant again. 'Thank God they can't breed me now,' her next thought flashed through her head. She made sure the stockings, heels went into the wastebasket, the corset, and wig could stay on top of the hamper until Edward got to it. Sarah took quick sit to pee before a trip into the shower.

Suzanne's makeup stayed on the pink side, from rose to hot. She made due and still thought she looked like a child who got to wear makeup for the first time in junior high. She searched for the bra and panty set. Of course, nothing but white fishnets, the suit and boots, no underwear. She grudgingly put it all on. Sarah really did not mind the way that the jacket looked. She was not so big breasted that she spilled out or anything. The boots and stockings, those were the problem. They did not match the suit at all and were out of season. At least the cut of the suit hid her bulging belly and it was fully lined, no slip needed. She emerged clean, her long straight blonde hair in a ponytail to her lower back, and hurried downstairs.

"Misses Clarke, where is my appointment?"

"I'll drive and show you," Nancy said as she flashed Sarah's car keys and handed Sarah her purse. Sarah fumed as Nancy drove the new Mercedes like a maniac. Sarah recognized the truck in her driveway, as one she had seen around town before, but she did not recognize Joe. The puzzle left her mind as Nancy took a left turn and threw Sarah against the right side of her seat. Was Nancy stock-car driver back in the hills, or wherever the hell she was from? The screen on Sara's side of the dash ran an odd video of various Mercedes driving up to various homes; she quickly recognized the cars as hers. Then one scene caught her eye, it was her new car arriving at a warehouse and she got out wearing a plain navy-blue suit with black pumps, hair in a long ponytail like now. She looked like she was fresh out of college attending an interview. The scene ended and cut to the next one, her new car arriving at a kink club. Sarah turned red and turned off the monitor as Nancy pretended not to notice. In a short time, they were pulling into a parking lot that was not familiar to Sarah. The row of shops had a crafts store, a lingerie shop, a pawnshop, and a seamstress/tailor store.

"Misses Kneeler, your secretary should dress as well as her boss, especially if they expect to be in the executive ranks."

"True, Misses Kneeler. I will be glad to help you select the appropriate things."

"Don't forget your corporate AmEx card, Misses Kneeler, you are going to need it."

"Nancy, this has gone far enough. I am not buying you a new wardrobe!"

"Misses Kneeler . . ."

"No Nancy! No!"

Nancy locked the doors from her side and pressed the button to tint the windows black so nobody could see in, turned, slapped Sarah's pink painted face hard, and grabbed a fistful of hair, shoving Sarah against the passenger window. "Listen, princess, if I don't report back to Master Joe that I have the right wardrobe on order, he is taking Eddie to "boys town" with a camera and a wad of money, then sell it as an undercover report of teen male sex abuse. If that doesn't work, I am sure I can find some teens, besides the one you performed with this morning, for you to star with on camera. Oh, by-the-way, that little video you turned off? Eddie has a copy and instructions to show it to you. If you do not realize the importance of the scenes, ask him what I mentioned."

At Nancy's mention of sex with minors, Sarah's mind flashed back to her first marriage. She was in her early twenties, just after Sarah was born, she and her Dominant husband went to a weekend long party. He selected her partners, as always, but part of it had her in severe sensory deprivation. For over a day she could feel people taking her any way they wanted, no pain, just sex. She could not see or hear any of them. Mark had tried to pair her with under-age teens before, it was something he got off on, apparently, but she always kept that as a "hard limit." Later, she found the tapes and watched every second of them, at least ten of the boys looked under age to her and it was the last straw. She destroyed the tapes, left him, and got full custody of Suzanne in the divorce. That was the only thing Sarah could think of that could be used against her, besides the video from the breakfast delivery, if the kid was under age. Then she remembered the warehouse scene and all the cars she parked next to. It was a 'fake interview' fantasy that she set up with some of her favorite Doms who were still closeted about the D/s scene. She was 'lured' to an interview and 'raped' by the group. It was fun, lots of fetishwear, no pictures inside, no pain, just bondage and sex. They transformed the vacant warehouse into a fabulous dungeon. Still, what could it be? Some of them were married . . .

When Nancy felt Sarah stop struggling, she released her combative grip and turned her around, pulled her close and kissed her. Sarah relaxed into the make-out session, playing along at first, and then she got passionate. Nancy did know how to turn a person on. She really could not blame Edward for playing with another woman either, they discussed and agreed on non-exclusivity before they were married. Her rule for him about cumming without permission was only a rule about cumming to thoughts of her. It seemed to be the only thing he never really grasped, or he just enjoyed deepening his self-imposed servitude. Sarah stopped thinking and gave in to her bubbling libido. When the blushing, passionate, and very wet Sarah came up for air, it took her a second to notice Nancy turned the windows back to clear and Sarah was atop Nancy in the driver's seat. She rolled off her secretary back into the passenger seat, sighed, and said, "Let's go shopping."

Sarah wondered how they were going to get away with using her corporate card on clothes for Nancy. She played along, thinking she could just pay it off with other funds. She stopped and asked, "Misses Clarke, if I use the corporate card it will show up in the audits. Purchases like this are flagged."

"Nice to know, use one of your own if you like, but the company really should be paying for this just like they do the janitor's uniforms, there are ways around those audits too," Nancy said as she smiled and unlocked the doors. Sarah did her best to look comfortable in what she thought looked like an exotic dancer's "first song" outfit. Every eye was on them while they were making out in the car and every eye followed them into the seamstress' shop. By the end of the day, Nancy had five new outfits for work on order. She handed the keys to Sarah and they drove back to the house. Sarah was relieved that there was not a stop at a strip joint in store today, a scene she had done before but did not want to with Nancy. As they arrived, Sarah noticed the truck was gone.

"Oh, our men must be out having fun," Nancy giggled.

Sarah began to giggle with her, and then felt panic. "Misses Clarke, having fun where?"

"Don't be alarmed, Misses Kneeler. I sent a text to Master Joe that you performed properly. They are not there, getting in trouble, if that is what you are worried about."

"Misses Clarke, promise me they are not there?" Sarah begged, as if she had any pull in this situation, as if Nancy would even tell her the truth.

"Yes, I promise."

9. Relaxing

Nancy moved her car so Sarah could pull the Mercedes into the garage, then parked behind her in the driveway. As they walked upstairs, Sarah was actually in a great mood. Nancy guided the pair to the master bedroom, closed the door, and lit a joint.

"Misses Clarke! We have drug screening coming up!"

"Relax, we are not on the list. I can't have my new executive getting into trouble like that and neither can I."

"But how are we not on the list, how do you know?"

"Misses Kneeler, there are some things I take care of that my boss does not need to know the details about. I need to protect you. Let's just say the Workplace Safety Officer knows not to cross me?" She took a drag and leaned up to Sarah to blow a long puff into her mouth with a kiss. It had been so long since Sarah had gotten high, and this was much stronger than anything she had before. This stuff immediately relaxed her and she climbed onto the bed with Nancy. They took turns blowing smoke into each other mouths until it was all gone and Nancy laid the roach in the incense tray on the nightstand. Sarah saw her pearls, still sitting where Nancy left them the day before, then turned and in a slow-motion version of their make-out session in the car, the women kissed and pleasured each other, and then slowly stripped each other of their jackets and skirts, neither of them wearing anything else besides stockings and heels. Each showed the other how she could pleasure, with kisses, fingers, and tongues. Nancy kept things calm and beautiful. Finally Sarah needed to use the bathroom again and Nancy followed her in, straddled her and continued gently kissing Sarah's soft lips and hard nipples as she did her business and they went back to bed. Nancy let Sarah's exhaustion catch up to her, cuddling her and letting her drift off to sleep. Sarah purred like a kitten. Even in her sleep, Sarah could feel Nancy cuddling her.