Controlling Sarah Ch. 01-11

"Miss thang ain't worth fifty, Mister Joe," 'Bobbie' said, as his stubby fingers probed her ass and pussy.

"How about twenty?" Joe replied. 'Bobbie' pulled a $20 bill from his purse and placed it on Joe's clothes in the chair. Joe motioned to leave it on the nightstand. Sarah's foggy mind now felt shame about being rented so cheap, her 'price' dropped from $50 per person to $10 in just a few hours.

Soon, they took turns yanking Sarah's head back; pulling up their dresses and having her lick and suck. When 'Bobbie' was hard, Sarah thought 'hard like a cocktail sausage,' he slipped a butt plug into Sarah's mouth, and then slowly inserted it in her ass. Carol took his place at her face, pulling up a chair and buried Sarah's head between her 'thunder thighs'. They both smelled horrible, Carol's fat rolls pressed against Sarah's head, but Sarah did not care, she just needed to be touched.

'Bobbie' climbed on the bed and slid his little hardon into Sarah. The butt plug made her vagina tight enough for him. Carol was getting wetter, and the smell only got worse as her wetness increased. They both moaned when 'Bobbie' entered Sarah, and then Sarah heard 'Bobbie' and Carol moan together for some reason. Carol pulled Sarah's face from her crotch and leaned out of the way, shoved Sarah's head down and gave her an upside-down view as Joe fucked 'Bobbie' in the ass. Even in her heightened state of emotion, Sarah's heart sank as she saw Joe taking another while she was right there, willing to service him. As her head was pulled back into place, Sarah discovered that Carol was a 'squirter'. Sarah's face and hair was soon soaked and smelling of Carol.

Finally, when Carol exclaimed that she could not cum anymore, 'Bobbie' began to soften and withdraw from Sarah. He remained bent over her as Joe let out a growl and came. Sarah hoped to be released to clean everybody; she could not stay in this position forever. Carol joined the others on the bed and sounded like she cleaned them with her mouth. 'Just great,' Sarah thought, 'her smelly ass is going to soak my beautiful bed.' Sarah tried to look up at the mirror, but her blonde hair 'curtain' around her head blocked the view. She felt someone pull the plug from her ass, with a bit of whispering Joe got up, and Sarah heard the paddle 'swoosh' again.

"Please, Sir Joe, please? I'll do anything to avoid the paddle again!"

"Not counting any orgasms with them, how many unauthorized orgasms, bitch?"

"Sir, I am sorry, I did not count. I do not know."

"At least you stopped fucking lying to me."

"Thank you Sir Joe."

"Bobbie and Carol, how many orgasms do you think a bitch like this can have in four hours with me?"

'Four hours? It couldn't have been that long,' Sarah thought.

"Oh, Sir Joe, she must have had a hundred!" 'Bobbie' answered.

'Jesus Christ! A hundred?' Sarah thought and wanted to laugh.

"Are you crazy? That skinny little thing would be dead from a hundred. I don't think she can really cum."

'What a bitch! But, yea, a hundred of those might kill me.'

"So, the average is fifty," Joe announced as he struck Sarah hard.

"Agh!" Sarah cried. After five progressively harder strikes at a very slow pace, Sarah remembered to count. She did not notice the couple leave the bed and go to her bathroom. She did hear Joe tell them not to leave yet as she cried out "twenty five! May I cum Sir?"

"No, bitch." He continued to paddle, the couple continued to watch and Sarah was almost unconscious by the fifty-first strike. One added when Sarah could not hold back the orgasm she asked permission for, from him.

Joe walked over to the couple, whispered something to them, then slipped under the covers on the bed as Sarah went limp and jerked herself awake. The couple released her wrist cuffs and belt, leaving them attached to the bed, released the chains from her ankle cuffs, and walked the dizzy, limp woman like a ragdoll to the bathroom. They placed her in the tub with her boots hanging out and "hosed her down" with cold water from the shower wand. She fumbled for the soap and 'Bobbie' took it, fondling and soaping her body, then rinsing with cold water. When they thought she was clean enough, they left and thanked Joe. Sarah did not want to move and at the same time, she wanted to go back to Joe. Eventually, he came in, pulled her up by the hair, and let her suck him. She clung to his legs during and after the act, and thanked him for his 'seed.' He threw a towel at her; she dried her body, and then wrapped her hair in the towel.

"Bitch is finally learning. Follow."

Sarah crawled from the tub, tried to stand and her weak legs would not hold her. The effort made her dizzy. 'That was a bad idea,' was her last thought for the night as she crawled behind him on hands and knees. At the bed, he grabbed her forearm and she his, to pull her up onto the bed, where she fell asleep on her stomach, her arm draped across his crotch. She only woke once, during a vivid dream of passionate, romantic lovemaking. In the dream, she was with her ongoing Friday-after-work encounter with the masked man. She woke atop Joe, riding his cock, kissing him, smiling and riding him gently. She slept again when he came in her, and slept soundly into Sunday afternoon.

10. Sunday

Edward awoke late for him, showered, and donned his approved clothes for Sunday before beginning his cleaning duties. The house was the biggest mess ever. He cleaned his room last, before making coffee and breakfast for Sarah. He had not heard her shower and sometimes she liked to sleep-in after play. By early noon, Edward was concerned and entered her room. Sarah was still sound asleep on her tummy, so he continued cleaning and putting everything away. He heard Sarah cough just as he placed her coffee on the nightstand.

"Good morning, Edward," she smiled contently. Another instance of being happy to see him warmed her inside. She could get used to this. As soon as she moved, the pain of the night before shot through her. Joe and Nancy left without rubbing the ointment on her.

"Good morning, Woman of the House," he smiled back.

She reached to him, through her aches, and pulled him to the bed. "I think it is high time that we come up with a less cumbersome name for you to call me," she said as she gave him a kiss.

"Yes, Ma'am, anything you wish."

"How about Sarah?"

"Um, really Ma'am?"

"Yes, really and I want you to get out of those clothes too. We are taking this time to just cuddle and get to know each other again."

"Well, um, okay . . . S-Sarah."

She realized that she should not be surprised at his nervousness. Submissives like him needed guidelines and certain changes in routine confused them for a while.

He stood, removed his robin's-egg blue button-down, and slipped off his loafers and socks, then trousers. Sarah thought he looked nervous and imagined how nervous he would be when she was ready to make love to him, and she knew "ready time" would be any second.

Sarah was about to ask Edward about the marks on his ass as he turned, revealing a plastic cage around his cock and balls.

"Edward! Why is that still on you? Did Misses Clarke do that?"

"Yes, Ma'am, she put it on before she left this morning."

"Well, take it off! I never said . . ." Sarah's voice trailed off and her face sank. She did not get to set any limits with them. They were calling all the shots. 'Real, rape, kidnap, not play,' echoed in her head.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, it is locked. She said there is a note in here for you. Ouch, ow! Oh, please, may I leave the room?"

"Nonsense, you come right up here with me."

"But you are making me hard and it hurts."

"Shit! She can't do this to us! Damn it, what kills erections . . ."

Edward looked on the internet from his Mistress' bedside station. He found a note and handed it to Sarah. "Some cold medicines, you have some of the correct kind in your medicine cabinet, Ma'am."

"Go take some right now! I am not having my husband in pain from that woman." Edward gladly obeyed and took the prescribed dosage for congestion as Sarah read the note as she reached for and clutched her pearls. "Misses Kneeler, I hope you slept well, thank you for the lovely dinner and introduction to your husband. We can discuss lessons learned and property responsibilities after work on Monday. My regards to Mister Kneeler. Enjoy the rest of your weekend! Sincerely, Nancy S. Clarke, Secretary to Misses Kneeler."

"He can't stay locked up like that for two days! He couldn't have done anything to deserve a punishment like that. He's mine not hers . . . " Sarah thought for a moment, 'She isn't punishing him.' A pain in the arch of her left foot distracted her. "How could I not notice my boots are still on?" She noticed the ankle cuffs still locked and trudged through her closet to find her key set. "Hum, not there. Joe must have put them somewhere near the bed in case of emergency." A thought of being Joes captive sent another wave of pleasure through her. 'No! You are a victim, not his new lover,' she thought as she stopped herself.

"Edward, help me look for the keys to these ankle cuffs."

"Yes Ma'am." They both searched the bedroom, then the hallway, down the stairs, all of the rooms of the house.

"Damn it! She can't do this to me! To us! I can't wear these boots to work tomorrow, my feet are aching now," she said as she began to cry. Edward stood nearby until Sarah motioned him to cuddle her. "You can't wear that contraption until I get home from work either."

"Mistress, I think we still have some bolt cutters in the garage."

"Those should work on all three locks! Go find them and we can free each other."

Edward left Sarah in the kitchen and scurried through the living room to the garage. Just as he began to open the door, Sarah's collar shocked her. "Ed, stop!"

"Yes Ma'am?"

"The collar just shocked me. Try the door again, but look this way and if I get shocked, stay inside."

He did as she asked and Sarah screamed in pain from a stronger shock.

"It's no use. We are trapped. They could be watching and listening to us right now. I've trapped us. I am sorry, so, so sorry," she sobbed. "Wait, my purse, I have spare keys in there too!" Edward brought her purse from the lamp table and her key set was still inside. She bent over to unlock the cuffs and Ed interrupted her.

"Please, Sarah, may I still do that for you?"

Sarah sobbed happily, "Yes."

"The keys don't fit. These are not your usual locks. Did you get a new set? They match the one on my cock cage."

Sarah's happy cries turned sad, "No, they must have used their own. Ed, those red marks, what did they do to your ass?"

"Master Joe marked me with his cigar, as punishment for our breakfast performance and to show I am his property."

"You can't be his property! You are mine!"

"Sorry, I was so confused. He asked if you had 'collared' me and I answered no, then asked if I was collared . . ."

"Oh God, they are using all these protocols in their little rape and enslavement game. You are not his, but we need to play along."

"Well, he gave me to his Kitten as a gift, so I belong to Misses Clarke now."

"That explains why she left the note alluding to your cage. No, you were never property and . . . what am I saying? I am confusing this with roleplay again. She locked you up to punish me and keep us apart in bed. I am the one who needs to play along."

"Um, M-Sarah, how did you trap us?"

"Baby, this was not one of my usual play sessions."

"But, S-Sarah, I thought the whole time it was and you finally rewarded me, for being good to you?"

"Edward, I am glad you had fun, probably more of that in store for you, but you were tricked. She ordered me to tell you to obey her when she was walking me back to the bedroom."

As they made the slow journey back to the master bedroom, Sarah stopped in her tracks. The thread at the base of the door to her office was on the floor. She took her electronic cardkey from a pocket in her purse, swiped it, and brought Edward in with her. It was the first time in years he had seen inside that room. It looked like an office from a 1940s movie and everything appeared in order. It was Sarah's special place, where she kept her private records and sometimes had fantasies set in an old office, always by herself.

"Ed, do you have any idea when they got in here, or who it was? There were at least eight people over the weekend that I know of."

Edward thought for a moment, "Maybe Miss Cleo from the karaoke club? She told Misses Clarke she got everything copied while I was with Miss Priss."

Sarah sunk into the padded desk chair and pulled Edward on top of her. "I really trapped us. My God, some of these files could be embarrassing to people." She hugged him tight and sighed. Her records were a defense against lovers who showed too much interest in Suzanne. She had learned to read the signs of the users, especially people who might use a mother to get to her daughter. She was always quite clear that playing with her was only with her and possibly with her husband, but her daughter was not to be included or mentioned. If she had to dismiss anybody for that reason, and that reason alone, she found something on them and kept it to herself just in case they tried to approach Suzanne. She never had to use any of it.

"But, Sarah, please don't be mad, I really thought this was one of your weekend scenes."

What had she done to him for him to think their torment was his reward? His manner, over the years, was an ever-spiraling submission to her. Could that be part of it? Whatever it was, she needed to start fixing it and quick.

"Let me back up a bit to what happened at work and how they got invited over. I didn't want a secretary. Never had one before and I don't need one now. Nancy was assigned to me on Friday and I invited her and Joe to dinner so I could discuss with her how I wanted my office to run. I don't know how she got assigned to me, but they did it and she started taking over as soon as I got home. Apparently, before that, from the way she got you subdued."

"Sometimes I thought she was going to hurt you, so I needed to behave. Other times I thought it was just behaving for your play date."

The answer sounded strange to Sarah. It was logical, from his perspective, but still strange. She tried to choose her questions carefully.

"Edward, in our relationship, was I ever bad to you?"

"No! Never! You have always been so gracious to me."

That answer sounded abnormal to Sarah. He spent his nights locked in his room and his days cleaning the house. How could that be "gracious?"

"Ed, please be frank, did I ever make you do anything for me? Did I ever hurt you?"

"No, Sarah! You never hurt me! I do everything for you, to make you happy, and am happy that you appreciate my efforts."

Sarah noticed Edward's alarm and tried to adjust her questioning to get what she wanted without scaring him.

"Ed, you know, I am not a Dominant, right?"

"I look to you as my Mistress, you never objected to calling you that either. Am I in trouble?" he said, as he looked away.

"Edward, no honey, you are not in any trouble in the slightest. However, I am not a Dominant at all. You are just more submissive than me. I never objected because I thought you liked calling me that, and the other honorifics. I thought it made you happy."

"Well, I do feel good with you in charge of things, not like when we got married and I was upsetting you so."

Sarah was completely lost on that response. She could not remember him ever disappointing her, other than being such a timid lover. How could he be so sensitive and so dedicated at the same time?

"Ed, why do you like me?"

"Sarah, you are the only beautiful woman who paid any attention to me. You liked me right away when we met, well, I was nervous and you helped me ask you out for our first date. You asked me to help you with things. You liked the way I helped. You still do."

"You think I am beautiful?"

"Yes! I tell you frequently," he said as his hands fondled her breasts for the first time in years.

"Is that all? Just because I am pretty," she asked playfully, knowing it was more than that and wanting to encourage his touch.

"No, I knew lots of brilliant women, some were pretty, but not as pretty and as smart and nice as you. You have always been so nice to me. Maybe I said it wrong. We met and you were always nice. We had almost the same conversation when we were talking about marriage."

Sarah burst out in tears, "I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I didn't do things right. We are changing things, right now. I love you! Hear that? You tell me all the time and you show it too. I need to show you more. Edward, I love you."

Edward clung to her and cried when he finally heard her express her love, something he had not heard in years.

"Ed, I screwed all of this up being selfish with my needs. I am with you, have been with you for years, for a reason. From now on, we are going to be more traditional. I am your wife and you are my husband."

Edward was thrilled and confused. "Sarah, am I still your Pet?"

She reached her hand to his cheek and said, "Yes, of course, as long as you wish. I am not dismissing you, not at all. I just want us to be a better couple." The gravity of the situation came back to Sarah. "But, we still need to play along with them, like you are her property. May I ask, what did you do with Sir Joe and Misses Clarke when they took you out?"

"Well, I had great fun with both of them. Sir Joe took me to a couple of sports bars and we drank beer. Later we went to some men's clubs and he introduced me to his friends who wanted pleasure. It was fun and I was pleasing you too and I took our punishment for breakfast."

"What did Misses Clarke do with you?"

"We made love a lot, the way you saw and more. When she took me out, she dressed me as a girl and we went to karaoke night."

"Was that uncomfortable?"

"No, it was great fun. I learned how to dress pretty and talk feminine. It was great."

"She didn't mark or damage you?"

"No, she was very nice and helped me meet new friends. I hope she gives you a good report, I was trying to please you the whole time."

"Pet, you did please me, and she is playing this like you are her property, so I don't think she will be reporting to me about it. Listen careful, if they tell you that they are marking you for something I did . . . forget that, I don't know what to do if they want to mark us." Sarah was overloaded. She brought him back to the bedroom and noticed her pearls. "Ed, will you help put my pearls on?"