Gotta Pay the Piper Ch. 14

"So you have history. And that is why you want to buy her?" I asked. Lenore blushed and while not quite stuttering seemed to be trying to think of what to say. I knew there was much more to the story.

"You are right, there is more to it than that." Lenore offered hesitantly. I pushed her to explain. "Being my roommate's sister she knew a lot about me. About the games we played. She showed up a few times. Well, she seemed to show up often when I was the naked slave. And as luck would have it, when I went to a garden party she was there as someone's guest. Of course she recognized me and approached me so we talked a little." I was surprised at this because Gretchen said she is straight. "Yeah so are most of the free women at those parties. But they are big into domination and don't mind making a girl service them. The chance to have a girl she knew submit to her was a real turn on for Sherrie. I'm sure partly because of my relationship with sister. Sherrie tried really hard to get to use me by saying she knew my history and knew I was a submissive slut at heart. Fortunately Sarah let me act as a free woman at the party. That took me out of the pool of available toys."

"The continuing ed meeting was held at a hotel in New Orleans. Sherrie sort of cornered me in the hotel bar. She slid in beside me in the booth. She was friendly but aggressive. Then she quietly started teasing me, dominating me. The only way I could have got away would have been to make a scene and embarrass myself." I asked Lenore if she let herself be seduced. "No, well it did not go quite that far but she did put her hand up my skirt. I couldn't do a thing without making a scene and I was really in a submissive mood at the time. She did her best to push my buttons, telling me she knew who I really was- hard charger at work but a powder puff in private."

"She played with herself right there in the booth and stuck her fingers in my mouth. She told me how much she enjoyed controlling me. And if I hadn't already been taken she would take me to her room to fuck me and later home as her pet." I offered it sounded like Sherrie is bisexual at least, not like Gretchen assumed. "Maybe a little, I really think it was just a power trip for her. She finally said she'd let me go and not 'out' me right there in the bar if I gave her my panties. So I did. I don't think she would have really gone that far as it would affect her as well, but she had me totally cowering." I openly laughed and said well submitting one time in a bar was not a problem.

Lenore shook her head. "She took me to one side before the session the next morning and asked me if I was wearing panties again. I was and she ordered me to take them off. I can't believe how I reacted. I got flustered and told her I couldn't because somebody would see. Instead of telling her no and walking away, I found myself negotiating with her. She giggled and marched me to the rest room. As a penalty for not obeying immediately I had to strip naked for a full body inspection. Then she let me get redressed except for the panties which she let me keep this time. I stuffed them in my purse. She said for the rest of the meeting, I would not wear any. She said she would check and if my pussy was not bare and available at all times, she would spank me. I obeyed. She checked me after the meeting that day and again that evening. It became routine for her to inspect me whenever the mood struck that day and the next. Like I was going to sneak away and put panties on. At the end of the convention she told me she enjoyed messing with me and how she'd got off several times thinking about how I submitted to her and ran around commando on her orders."

'So you want to own her and play with her in return, huh?" I asked with a grin.

"Not exactly. I want to show her and MYSELF I am not the same 'powder puff' I was back then. She was too nervous and upset to smirk at me this morning, but I could tell that thought was just under the surface. It embarrassed me." Lenore explained. I suspected thinking about Sherrie would eat at her so if Lenore had the opportunity to buy Sherrie, I would let her.

"Okay, I really don't understand why a slave across town bothers you so much. Yeah, you used to play a submissive role. You got off on it and this woman took advantage. I'm surprised you let it go that far. I mean you could have closed your legs and told the woman to kiss your ass." I laughed, "Well maybe not those words. But to back off. Just because you submit in one circumstance, does not mean you would in another." I said.

"Damn it Bas. I know it doesn't but it goes far further than that. Remember how Richard mentioned some of those stories about slave women getting abused and getting 'slave brain' where they immediately turn into total sluts who orgasm continually from being abused? You laughed and said the idea was ridiculous." Lenore said. I nodded. I thought the whole notion outlandish. "Well it is not so far fetched. The difference is the time frame. A single session will not cause a woman to lose her senses. Oh she might get wet quickly. Just like a guy might get erect from some kind of humiliation. The stories confuse the issue. Plus they try to make the reader believe the woman is enjoying herself and loves what is happening whenever her body reacts."

"Like I said, it is the time frame. Over a period of time, that treatment can become arousing. Even for people who are not normally submissive. You get conditioned to respond and come to enjoy the activity. At the least you are conditioned to obey. It becomes part of you and you can not help but feel weak and even more submissive when presented with certain situations. If Sherrie had tried to assault me, I could have easily fought it off. But she just quietly took control and I was preconditioned to respond to a commanding presence. She knew it. She whispered into my ear and reminded me of my submission. To her sister, to the women at the Hacienda and at the garden party. She even knew some of my earlier history while still at home. I'm sure her sister told her all about me. She KNEW she could get me to respond if she presented it properly. She knew I'd submit if she worked me the right way because I had done it before. Her being sure gave her confidence and her confidence took mine away. As much as I tried to resist it worked. I wimped out and submitted And later I felt guilty and angry at myself for being weak. And a little scared I'd be weak again if my buttons get pushed the right way."

"I have been a bit of a hard ass around here. I am quick to establish my dominance. It is a reaction to being challenged. I did not tell you or anybody this but there was a reason I reacted so fast to Joanne's comments last weekend. She knows my history. I'm sure she has checked me out. She has asked some very careful questions and knows more than she admits. She's talked to Caroline from the Hacienda. And she will know even more about me after this weekend. I will be totally humiliated when she returns if she talks to Sherrie this weekend and knows just how submissive I've been in the past. It'll be humiliating.."

"I did not repeat all of Joanne's comments I overheard. I did not want the others to know." Lenore confessed. "In addition to all that about my being a bitch. She was laughing and telling Robin if not for a few little missteps, it would be her in charge. And her target is not so much you as ME. She called me a little submissive poser and started speculating how it might be possible to 'flip the script' and her come out on top, slave or not. She was graphic. Saying all it would take to break me would be to get me alone, strip me and fuck me up the ass then let me calm down while sucking her pussy. An afternoon would be all it took to take down a submissive bitch like me." I shook my head and said it would never work and that would be assault.

"Oh, I stood there for a while listening while she vented. She has fantasized over it and planned out a story line." Lenore said. "How she'd have her camera set up and have me smile while licking her so she could claim I was not only willing, but the whole thing was my idea. She'd make up proof I ordered her to do it if I reported her for assault. She'd claim I was trying to prolong her enslavement by making false accusations. I listened as she said that is a serious crime. Her story would be she thwarted my plans when she got suspicious of my intentions so when I ordered her to fuck my ass, she took pictures to prove it was consensual. The pictures she kept would be ones that made me look like I loved it. She said even if she could not get me enslaved in the process she'd still discredit me enough I'd run away with my tail between my legs."

This story was so farfetched and intricate, I believed Lenore. "Do you really think she would have the guts to even try to pull that off? I asked. "Not that I think it would get far."

"Not now, but she is one brilliant woman. It might have worked if she really had managed to isolate me for a day early on." Lenore admitted. "What bothers me now is once she hears even more about my history from Sherrie she will tell all the girls. My position as queen bitch as she calls me will be in the toilet. The others might obey me out of fear, but not respect me." I told Lenore I was not worried. We could prevent any problems. "Can you imagine if she knew all this about me before she was enslaved? When she was probably just beginning to see me as a threat? I think that is what she meant as a few missteps not taking care of me when she had the chance."

"One of my main concerns is what I believe myself. I have to prove to MYSELF I am no longer the preconditioned little submissive wimp I was. The powder puff Sherrie claimed. That I am not the poser Joanne said. Brenda is a free woman playing slave for a few kicks. I'll be seen as the submissive little cream puff posing as the woman in charge."

We sat for a few minutes in silence. Then I remembered something from this morning. "What was that thing you shook your head at to tell me to be quiet? Was it about Gretchen being lesbian or the insurance guy or that Sherrie recognized you?

"Mainly about Sherrie recognizing me. I didn't want you to engage her about the insurance guy and have Sherrie talk to you. I was afraid she would ask if I was playing slave to you like I had done in the past." Lenore admitted. "I was afraid of being embarrassed."

"But the insurance issue is real. Some of the insurance adjusters are assholes. They try to get someone awarded as restitution for their losses if they can and sell them for the best money. There have been moves to stop them but their lobbyists are powerful. In this case, they wanted both Sherrie and the girl she was fighting as restitution for their paying out Gretchen's claim. Which is bullshit because paying out for a claim is what an insurance company is supposed to do. They charge premiums based on actuarial tables and pay accordingly. They should have no claim to a defendant. It is a case for the courts but we see it in our business. I'm surprised that car dealership's insurance did not want some of those girls as an offset to their payment. There are a few formulas that allow it but basically, the insurance companies want to cover their payouts when they can. All it takes to stop an insurance company from claiming the defendant is a decent lawyer. Their case is weak but if there is no argument the insurance company occasionally wins. Stupid but true. I just did not want to start a big discussion about that. I had other things on my mind. Like seeing Sherrie sitting there fearing she would smirk at me and me peeing my pants."

I tried to reassure Lenore she had nothing to worry about, but to be honest I was not so sure. If she perceived herself as incapable of taking charge she would have problems the next time she tries. I was stunned to realize Lenore was now so unsure of herself.

Lenore had been my rock, my 'go to' person. I wondered who I could talk to honestly. My first thought was Derek. But he had a history with Lenore. I could see him saying to just blow it off as not important and get on with my life with Lenore.

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That evening I took the three slaves who were going to spend time with their families into the kitchen for a talk. I explained that if conditions got tense and uncomfortable they could come home. Sonya was driving so she'd have a car. I was going to take Carol and Rene to Rene's home. Both families would be there and we would all visit for a while before I left them. Any problem and I would pick them up or send somebody. They were happy with the idea. The anticipation of visiting their families was bittersweet. They missed their families and that over-rode their embarrassment of being slaves.

I asked Carol why she did not tell me her mother worked at the slave induction center part time. I said we ran into her mother this morning. "I'm sure I told you Mom worked for the parish. She is a clerk. And works at the auction too. She has some very harsh ideas about slaves so I guess part of that is from her working down there." Obviously Lucy had not described what happened at the induction center. That was totally understandable.

Nine-thirty the next morning, I parked in front of Rene's family home. Being Saturday, Rene's father and both mothers were off work. Somebody was keeping a lookout and the door opened before I could ring the bell. Rene's father grabbed his daughter in a full embrace before she could say a word. He let her go and enthusiastically shook my hand as he ushered me inside. Lucy had already embraced Carol. Barbara was almost dancing in place trying to get her arms around her daughter.

I had not intended to stay much longer than it took to make sure the meeting would be cordial but I wound up having a few cups of coffee. Rene's father, Bill offered me to stay for lunch but I refused citing a former commitment. I told him I was going to butcher hogs. That proceeded into an explanation about shooting feral hogs at the Hacienda. I told him to ask his daughter about us butchering and preserving venison. Finally, I decided it was time to leave. The girls accompanied me to the car to get their backpacks with their clothes. They gave me a hug and assured me they would call if they needed to come home early.

Lucy followed me outside to update me on the previous late afternoon activities. "Almost every attendee was summoned to the staff lounge yesterday. Beth was definitely unhappy to see me walk in and take my jacket off. My intentions were obvious." Lucy reported with a big grin. "She'd been kneeling and watching the other slaves servicing the free women. She actually cried when I began to take my clothes off and gestured her forward." I asked Lucy if Beth argued. "Nope, she whimpered and begged me to use one of the other girls instead of her and offered to trade with another girl. But she got right to work when I insisted I wanted her."

"Beth regrets being a bitch to us three mothers. At one point we took a break and Beth actually apologized for the way she acted towards us in the past. She said she had treated other women very badly when the opportunity presented. I didn't tell her I pulled her court file and knew everything she did. Her apology was genuine. She said something like, "I thought less of you guys because you did not have as much money as I did. Well, now I know better. I have nothing except what my owner gives me and actually I don't even have that. I certainly have no freedom. I hate it, but I have to admit I deserve it. It is all on me.' I mean she was sincere. She broke down at that point. I sort of hugged and held her for a while." Lucy grinned and said, "I felt sorry for her but I still made her lick me to a few more orgasms. And finish the session by kissing my asshole."

"Barb is jealous. She wants a shot at sitting on Beth's face someday. I'm sure Katie would not hesitate to make her kiss her ass either. Think we can work something like that out?" I had to laugh at the incongruity. This was the mother of one of my slaves asking me to have another of my slaves service her and her friends.

I told her it all depended on Beth's attitude and behavior when she comes home from slave camp. I was not going to let her be used just as a gratuitous toy. "You wouldn't want me to have Carol suck or lick somebody just because they thought it would be fun, would you?" I asked. Lucy shook her head saying she did not like to think about that. Her blush told me at least for a few seconds she was considering the double standard. I wondered if it was a double standard at all. These women sanctioned the notion their own daughters could be treated in the same manner they wanted to use Beth. They even considered it ethical since the girls were convicts.

"So how did Beth react to seeing her daughter used by the guards and staff?" I asked.

"I asked her. She just said they were now slaves and and would perform as ordered." Lucy said. "I could tell that was bullshit. It bothered her more that her daughter was used as a slut publicly than my using her. No mother or father wants to see or really think of their daughter being USED that way. Having sex is another issue especially when the daughter is married. I have a little problem reconciling my daughter having sex and servicing you as your slave. I try not to think about it, at least not envision it. I know it is perfectly within your rights and actually I condone using a slave for sex. But my little girl? It is a little bit of an issue." Lucy grinned at me and added, "Now I wouldn't mind taking her place in your bed every now and then. Just to take a little of the burden off her, you understand." Lucy turned and adding a little extra sway in her hips, walked towards the house laughing.