Breaking Bitch

Author's Note:

Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spend in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, where my father is from and lives), and almost all of my subs live in Mobile or a bordering county. I'm originally from Baldwin County, next door to Mobile. I moved across the bay to attend USA. As is/did Mistress Pepper. But I'm not a blond. And you'll most definitely have to guess at my bra size!

And remember, the names and such have been changed in this version to protect the slutty. Only Princess Lilly appears as herself. But she truly has no concept of shame.

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Session Date:

25. March 2021

This Story Released:

4. April 2021

Breaking Bitch

Prologue:

In case this is the first of my stories you've read, there are a few things I've skipped over in this story since there are several other stories I've written about this same sub. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online.

My name is Pepper Rodgers. I'm a 20-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently well-stocked playroom in the second bedroom of my fourth-floor apartment (most of my neighbors are corporate types who aren't always around, giving me a lot of privacy, even in the halls and elevators). I also have a decently stocked toybox. I prefer my toys to be older than I am, around 30-42 years old. I prefer men for myself, however not for my toybox. When it comes to toys, I find women and couples to be far more amusing. Single men tend to be needier, and often too clingy. But that doesn't mean I don't have a few of them in my toybox. I do. They just don't have the same chances of getting there as couples and single women do.

I'm petite. Actually more "tiny" that petite. I'm 5' 1.75" and 91 pounds. I'm not bony, though, I've curvy, like a small-sized woman. I have blond hair down to my shoulders and blue eyes. Oh, and my chest is the only place I'm not small. I'm a 32-D, and I'm very pert. Which makes me popular with the boys.

I'm also slightly bisexual. I'm attracted to men, not women. I would never choose a female partner for even a date, let alone for sex. But I'm not opposed to masturbating with a female toy. Sophie happens to be my favorite sex toy to pleasure myself with. Her tongue has two big advantages over my vibrator: one, it's very delicate and tender. Two, no matter how much I use it, its batteries never die at the worst possible moment! It's better than fresh bunny batteries, it just keeps going until I want it to stop. And I don't even have to hold it in place!

When I want sex I never use one of my toys. I never allow a toy touch, or even see, all of me. And I never bring a toy to my bedroom. Nor do I chose a woman. I pick a man, usually one I find in a club or cafe, or wherever. I flirt, dance dirty a little and if he meets my standards, I ask if he's interested in a one-time-only, no-names-exchanged, hook-up. I've never been turned down.

I have a few standards for my hook-ups. I never pick a guy I know or even just see around. And I insist on a cock between 7 and 9" long and 1.5" across, plus or minus a small bit. I won't touch a guy who isn't circumcised, either. I hate the way the foreskin feels inside me. I want to feel that fat head. The dirty dancing gives me plenty of time to tease a guy hard and feel for myself what he's got. It's the only way not to be disappointed. Guys always lie about their equipment!

Sophie is my 20-year-old live-in slave-girl. She's slightly petite at 5'4" and 119 pounds. She's pretty, too, with long honey-blond hair, green eyes, and a 34-B chest. Sophie is extremely devoted to me. So devoted, and so happy as my slave, that despite not being attracted to women, she's a virgin with men. She serves and pleasures only me, and those I give her to. And while I use her, even with my male toys, I won't allow any man to touch her pussy or penetrate her bottom. Those are mine. Only mine. I've owned her since she graduated high school, but I've known her longer. Since about two months after her 18th birthday, which was also about two months before she finished high school.

Paige is my 19-year-old house-slave and slave-whore. It's a role she definitely loves. She lives with me, too. In a kennel, in the playroom. Like Sophie, she came to me during her final year of high school, just after her 18th birthday. Paige does most of the chores around the house, which leaves Sophie free to cater more closely to me. Paige is also my whore. Whenever I need a female body to torment one of my toys, it's Paige's body I use. And Paige definitely doesn't mind it.

Paige is rather lean girl. She stands about 5'6" tall, but weighs only 112 pounds. It gives her a slightly stickish figure, with only the gentlest of feminine curves to her waist and hips. But she does have a pair of rather perky, and slightly pointy, 34-B breasts with wide nipples. She has honey brown hair that's long and curly with green eyes.

I believe in taking good care of my slaves. Including their education. Sophie is now a sophomore at Bishop State College where she's studying to become a vet technician. Paige, a year behind her in school, is beginning her freshman year at Bishop. Before they became mine, both girls were mediocre students, and neither had the grades to get into a four-year university. Now they're straight-A students. I wouldn't accept anything less. Both should easily be able to transfer to USA for their last two years of college and earn degrees that would allow them to actually get a decent job. They might not need to work while they're mine, but I want them to have their education and options down the line.

I have three BFFs, (Isabelle, Reagan, and Ellie) none of whom are into my little games. But all of whom occasionally creep into my stories. After all, they are my BFFs so they tend to be around. Luckily they're not offended by anything they happen to see. They're just not eager for me to put on a show on their account.

I also have a circle of five other women friends, all of whom are Dommes as well. Andrea (26), Janelle (35), Colette (39), Diane (43), and Olive (44). we usually get together every couple of weeks for coffee and a little chat about who's doing what to whom lately. We sometimes share, or loan, our toys to each other, but not that often. Sometimes we do a favor for each other, such as providing something different for a toy. Mostly we do what girls do: we gossip.

I get all of my toys through networking. It's almost always either one of the women in our circle who has a toy she doesn't want and offers to point it at another who is interested. Or sometimes one of my toys tells someone, who tells someone, and so on until someone asks my toy to introduce someone to me. Rarely it's someone I don't play with, but who knows what I'm into, who asks me to meet someone. I get plenty of emails inquiring about meeting me, and while I will email and maybe chat with a sub online, I haven't yet met any. I won't rule it out, but meeting online is risky enough that someone would have to convince me before I'd think about it. A girl's gotta be careful!

Most of my stories are from the months I spend in Mobile. I very seldom publish any of the few stories from my time in Russia. That's because Putin's Russia isn't as enlightened as America. Homosexuality is a crime there. And the courts there would deem anything between two women to qualify. However, it's a crime that's not so often prosecuted. Usually no one really cares if it's kept discrete. So while I have been known to play there as well, I've very care who I'll play with. Only those toys that come to me with the most trusted of referrals are considered. And I keep the stories private. I'm definitely not going to advertise what I've done there.

I have dual citizenship. That's a benefit the Russian government bestowed upon me because my father was a junior diplomat at the time. Sophie goes with me to Russia. She, obviously, is an American citizen. She only speaks about five words of Russian, too. But she never leaves my side. And she does wear her collar, much to the dismay of the TSA screeners. That shiny padlock holding it around her neck is not a friend to their scanners. Paige, however, doesn't get to take the trips. I usually leave her with my mom, who enjoys the free house maid she uses Paige as. And, as a Domme, my mom is well versed in the proper care that Paige might need.

Chapter 01: Meet The Bitch

My toy tonight is a 41-year-old woman named Nina. I've never met or spoken to her before, so I don't know much about her. Only what I've been told. I can't even really be certain that she'll show up. Even if half of what I've been told about her is true.

And I suspect it's all true. My friend, and fellow Dom, Nikolai, is the one who sent her to me. He's never steered me wrong. And he's not one to exaggerate anything.

One of Nikolai's business interests is a few privately-owned jails throughout the southeast. But his company also contracts to manage a number of jails for the local sheriffs. I don't know too much about Nikolai's business. I'm not in business with him. And with Russian business, it's better (and sometimes healthier) not to ask about things that aren't your business. I'm pretty sure that the jails themselves are run honestly. I'm less sure about the "investors" who actually own the company. Nikolai has a lot of connections back in Moscow. Most any connection in Moscow that is worth anything is connected in some way to Putin and his cronies, and that means former KGB/FSB. That means people you're better if you don't come to their attention. Especially when, like me, you travel to Russia.

He told me that when he manages a smaller jail, and the smaller ones are the ones the Sheriffs want to contract out, it's more profitable to sub-contract out most of the services, such as food and laundry. It's too expensive to provide on-site staff for those things when you only have a dozen prisoners to worry about. Better to just have a company drop supplies off daily.

Nina is a Vice President of a company that does just that. They deliver food, orange jumpsuits, and a number of other things to various jails. They provide staff to serve it for some of the larger jails around, too. They provide about anything a jail needs, except guards, iron bars, and management.

That's how Nikolai knows Nina. His jails don't use her company. They're all big enough that it's cheaper for him to handle it all himself, on-site, and using convict labor for most of it. But the jails he manages aren't so big. He contracts with Nina's company. According to him, Nina can provide a meal for less than the food would cost him in those smaller quantities. I don't know how Nina is saving so much money on food, but I am definitely glad that I am not eating it.

Nina's son, Adam, works for his mother. I guess he actually works for the company, but Nina is his boss. According to Nikolai, Nina is pretty much the boss. At least in the area around Pensacola where Nikolai is. She pretty much runs everything.

And Nina is a bitch. You know the type. She has a huge wardrobe of designer power suits. She's short and decisive with her underlings. She's attractive, and not only does she know it, but she also uses it. Mostly to flirt her way into more business for the company. She's rather firm in her negotiations, too. And she likes nice things almost as much as she likes flaunting them. A bitch.

Exactly the kind of woman I absolutely love to play with. To put her in her place, which if you ask me is naked and humbled on her knees. So when Nikolai asked if I'd be interested in "entertaining myself" with Nina as a favor to him, I naturally said I would gladly do him that favor.

He presented it to me as a one-off session, something he doesn't do. But he also said that if I wanted to see her again, that was "my business." Meaning he doesn't care one way or the other - he's only asking me to see her once. The rest is up to me.

Adam must know about his mother's desires, at least to some degree. There's another young woman named Olive that works for Nikolai. She runs the programs at one of his jails. She's also a Domme, but she has her slave and isn't interested in playing with others. She's not interested in men, either. I like her, even though I don't know her that well.

But Adam was flirting with Olive. She's cute. And he said a few things about his mom. Mostly veiled hints that Nina might enjoy playing games with a man like Olive. Despite the oblique nature of his hints, Olive mentioned them to Nikolai. I know those two are decently close, and I'm certain that Olive knows about his lifestyle. I first met her at a party at Nikolai's, where his three slaves were attending Him. Everyone there with the IQ of a turnip knew with their shameless display.

Apparently, Adam services a couple of the smaller jails, ones fairly close to one of his bigger jails where he transfers long-term prisoners. To me, it sounds like he's a delivery driver. I'm not sure how it went from there. Nikolai made it sound like a long story and one that doesn't matter to me. What does matter to me is that somehow, Nikolai managed to have a few conversations with Adam. Talks that led to Adam telling Nikolai a little more about Nina.

Nina, it seems, doesn't date much. By that, Adam means that she doesn't get asked out that often, and when she does, she never gets asked out for a second date. I get the impression that her demeanor doesn't change much from her work persona to her date persona. She's just as much of a bitch to her dates. It definitely explains why no one wants a second date with her.

Adam says that he's tried to clue a few of her dates in. To tell them that they just need to "bully" their way through her bitchiness and they'll like what they find. Apparently, none have either tried or succeeded, in bullying through.

It was Adam who called me. He told me that he only found out about his mother's desires accidentally. She prefers that no one knows. But once, long ago, a Dom made a video of a session with her. She was watching it when he walked in on her. She refused to discuss it. But he was plenty old enough to know everything without her saying anything.

He doesn't know exactly what she likes. And Nina isn't going to tell anyone. But he does know that she craves the submission. And he knows that she is very opposed to homosexuality. Vocally. In his opinion, she protests far too much. So much so that it either is the most disgusting thing to her, or she's harboring secret desires that she definitely does not want to face, let alone explore.

I'm fine with that. I've met a number of toys just like that. Forever curious, but for whatever reason, unwilling to explore those desires unless overtly forced to. But once they try it, they love it. And hate themselves for doing it.

I told Adam that I would meet Nina on one condition. He had to bring her here. As if she were his property. He was to drive, not her, in his car, not hers. I don't know what either of them drives, but I'm sure his car isn't nearly as fancy as hers. And I'm sure she's the kind of woman who hates letting anyone else drive. And then, when they arrived, Nina isn't allowed to speak. Adam must do all the talking for her. But I did promise him that I wouldn't make him stay too long, or see too much.

I gave him a little advice as to what, and when, to tell Nina. At the very last second. I suggested that he just plainly tell her that he was taking her to see a Domme. She was coming, like it or not. And that she wasn't allowed to speak once they got here, so if she wanted him to know anything about her tastes, the time to speak up was before she arrived. She wasn't to change, or anything, because they were leaving now. And it wasn't her choice. She was coming.

I figured it was about fifty-fifty that she'd come. But I got a text from Adam saying they were on their way. It also warned me to be prepared. Nina is in full-bitch mode. She says she doesn't appreciate his meddling in her private affairs. I'll bet she does. She's coming. Unless he has her in the trunk, she had a choice about it. No matter how he presented it to her.

I'm already prepared for her. I'm ready for her to come through my door in full-bitch mode. And I'm ready to show her that bitches aren't tolerated in my little Queendom. There's only one Queen here, and it is definitely not some gutter peasant. It's me, and she - the gutter peasant - is going to learn her place. Her place being the gutter.

I figure that I won't have long, probably not even a minute, before Miss Bitch decides to test me. To make me show her who's the boss here. And that's it's not going to be her. It might not even be that long, depending on how Adam has convinced her to come with him. I don't know what he said to her. I just hope he didn't threaten her with harsh consequences if she didn't come. I don't like my toys pressured into playing. If I find out that's what he did, I'll send her away. And I'm going to find out.

I know they live in Pensacola. It's one of the reasons Nikolai sent her to me. She has some professional standing to protect. It wouldn't serve her well if her tastes became known. Around the company or its clients. He figured she'd be far more relaxed, and willing to play, far from her vanilla life. That way, she can still be Miss Bitch in her vanilla life, and no one will have a clue about her other side.

It means they'll have an hour or so to drive each way. Luckily it's all along I-10, a highway they can make good time on. It means I have plenty of time to finish my supper when I get Adam's text. And to give Sophie, my live-in slave-girl, a few instructions.

They arrive pretty close to when I guessed they would. I know how far he had to drive, and I assumed he'd be driving like every other 19-year-old guy I know. Pushing the limits of what the troopers will let him get away with. Maybe pushing a little less once he crossed the state line. Alabama troopers aren't known for cutting you as much slack if you have out-of-state plates on your car. I'm sure Florida troopers return the favor.

Normally Sophie answers my door. But I told her I would get it this time. I figure there's a good chance that Nina will misbehave very quickly so I want to be there to make sure she learns to behave sooner rather than later. I've told Sophie that if that happens, she's to attend to Adam until I'm done "with the bitch."

When Adam rings the doorbell, I answer the door. Immediately I catch sight of Adam. He's a pretty handsome guy. I'd guess he's around six feet tall and close to 200 pounds. He looks to have a strong build, but not like a linebacker or a weightlifter. More like a guy who works hard and works out on top of it. Like a guy trying to be strong. With his build, if he was a little wider, he just might come pretty close to that linebacker look. He has short, dark hair, and moderately tanned skin, as if he works outside. Or at least spends lots of time outside.

And I can see Nina standing next to him. She's definitely a pretty woman, as Nikolai told me she was. She could pass for her mid-30s. She's shorter than Adam, about 5'5" or so I guess. She's thin, too. I can see that much even with all of her clothes on. Tonight, that's clearly the clothes she wore for work today. A nice, high-end designer pants-suit with charcoal slacks and a cream blouse. A silk blouse. But no blazer. And no purse. I'd told Adam not to let Nina bring anything that she wasn't wearing, and it looks as if he's followed my instructions.