On Her Path to Complete Submission

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This is the 4th Chapter for Rachel, who was recently involved in a threesome with her best friend and her boyfriend; revealing her desire for female domination and getting more than she bargained for.

In the first chapter, Liz coerces Frank into believing that a threesome is planned only to leave him to explain the deed on his own.

In the second chapter, Rachel gives into the threesome where she is verbally dominated.

In the third chapter, Liz takes control of the night, turning her newly discovered slut into a slave with deep affinity with depravation.

In this fourth chapter, Rachel and Liz are meeting one week after their first session and are trying to walk the path of mistress/slave rather than friends to see if it fits. Of course, they'll make a couple of acquaintance along the way.

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Rachel had driven to Santa Cruz many times to visit Liz for the week-end. It had always been a nice way for them to catch up and spend some time together away from the city. That was before Rachel became Liz' slave during an impromptu threesome with her boyfriend, Frank. In the middle of what started as a sexual adventure, she'd given herself completely to her childhood friend, performing acts that she'd never done before.

As she squeezed the steering wheel tighter, she recalled the conversation that Frank had with her, laying in bed after Liz's departure, fatigued yet restless. The high of the domination sessions lingered on as the images still played vividly in their minds. Rachel was anxious as she had displayed a side of herself that she did not think existed. She couldn't help but wonder how Frank was going to react once it all sank in. Yet, she felt his fingers run along her collar bone, gently caressing her neck and shoulders.

"Someone clearly enjoyed herself," he said smiling. The corner of her mouth perked and she looked at him sideways. "Well, you did...", he insisted as if she'd been protesting. "I loved seeing you like that, don't worry."

"Really?" She said, realizing that she'd answered with a bit too much fervor.

"Mmm... mmm..." he added, with his fingers moving between her breasts, almost gliding. "I think this was exactly what you needed."

She picked up on the usage of the past tense and worried that he implied he had no interest in doing it again. Almost immediately, she wondered why she would be distressed at that thought - she was still sore from stuffing a zucchini inside her pussy for what felt like an eternity. She'd been humiliated by a friend to whom she completely submitted. And yet here she was, lying in bed and hoping it would happen again. Talk about a state of confusion...

She remained motionless, waiting to see if he was going to offer more.

"I spoke with Liz about the two of you before she left," he started and Rachel realized she immediately held her breath. "I believe that since this was such a great experience for you and that we... well you, should explore it further."

"What...What do you mean?" She asked with a sudden pit in her stomach.

Frank kissed her shoulder and continued, "I've told her that if you agreed, I would share you with her. She'd be able to do with you what she wants, with my involvement or not."

She punched his shoulder as he laughed. "You what?" She exclaimed, shocked by the news but trying to hide her excitement at the same time.

"Oh, come on, Rach'... I've never seen you behave as you did with Liz... Clearly, you see her as the perfect combination of woman that you love and friend that you trust."

Quiet for a brief moment, she was perplexed. While she'd been his sub for years, he'd never shared her with anyone else until this week-end.

"Why?" she asked.

Smiling, he continued "You mean why would I want to share you?" He paused for a while, unsure how to express himself. Finally he spoke again "Honestly, I think this is an experience that you'll regret forever if you pass on it. Our relationship has been healthy because we've been able to explore part of our sexuality that is not mainstream and I think Liz can let you explore something that I couldn't give you. I could, but it would be different. I may be too safe by now."

After another pause, he added with a smile "I've never seen you behave as you did with her. There's a craving that needed to be filled and I want to make sure that you find it. In this case, that means being Liz' sub for the foreseeable future."

A ton of brick had just fallen from the ceiling and hit her in the chest. She didn't know what to think or how to react.

"But... what does that mean?"

"Oh," he smiled, "Well, it means that if you agree, Liz will become your Mistress. She will have the same rights over you as I do and you will have to obey her as you do me."

He leaned in and added with a softer voice "Do you want me to make it clearer?" And without waiting for a reply, he added "That means that she owns your holes," knowing that she would be turned on by him using the word. "From your cunt, to your ass, to your mouth. "Now," he added, kissing her "Is that clearer?" he'd moved his hand under the sheet and pressed his finger on her mound.

Immediately warm, she answered "Yes, Master", her body still raw from the pleasures she'd experienced.

Frank told her that the decision was hers and as she was about to reply that she'd sleep on it, different words came out of her mouth: "Yes. I'd... I think I'd like to try it..." Leaning on to the side of him and feeling his erection growing against her thigh, she kissed his lips and immediately moved under the sheet to start fondling his cock.

As she serviced him with her mouth, her mind raced towards the next time she'd meet Liz, anxious about how different their relationship was going to become moving forward.

Snapping out of her reverie, she pulled into Liz's driveway, butterflies in her stomach; a mix of apprehension and excitement. She stared at the paved trail leading to the house, wondering if this was a lame cliché of her own path towards servility. Her breathing felt constricted and she knew she was already damp by the time she'd got out of the car. Adjusting her skirt by pulling down on the hem, she smoothed her shirt with the palm of her hand and walked toward the house.

The door opened to a smiling Liz. Barefoot, she casually wore a tight fitting jeans with a loose t-shirt. Her librarian glasses were perched on her nose where her fiery red hair were held tighter with a pencil. Effortless sexiness.

"Hey you! Come in," she said, behaving as she usually would, curious to hear what Rachel would reply.

"Hi, er... thank you, Mistress." Rachel had hesitated as to what she was going to call her and while she felt a little embarrassed pronouncing the word, her submissive nature forced her to make a good impression.

"Mmmm, how well behaved you are..." cooed Liz, impressed. "But that won't get you out of trouble," she added, shaking her finger with a laugh before hugging Rachel and kissing her cheek.

Rachel laid her bag by the door and stayed in place, awaiting further instructions. How different from her previous visits, she thought, where she would walk in and treat the place as her second house. She now felt on pins and needles.

Liz was surprised by Rachel's immediate display of submission; she had wondered how the first moments would play out ever since Frank had called her to confirm that Rachel would spend the week-end at her house. Sensing a tense awkwardness and thinking that Rachel would look to her for direction, Liz kept a light tone and laughed: "Ok, I'm ready for a shot to get us over the weirdness of it all; how about you?"

"Me too, Mistress", Rachel giggled in return.

They both moved to the kitchen island where Liz sliced a couple of limes and handed Rachel a glass. With a solemn cheer and a wink, they both downed the burning alcohol with the typical grimace.

"Oh my... I hope that does it, it's way too strong for me to have another one," Liz said smiling as she moved closer to Rachel. She asked about her drive over and if everything had gone well at home with Frank... Keeping the conversation neutral was a vague attempt at hiding the fact that she only wanted to rip off her clothes and have Rachel service her. She stared at her pet while she answered but didn't pay attention to the words; she only thought of touching her body as much as she wanted.

A spark flickered in her mind as she realized that she could do just that; that's why Rachel was here: she'd come to serve. And yet, it was difficult to wrap her head around that fact and the first steps were proven to be the most difficult; she thought that perhaps being the "easy dominatrix" would be a good way for the awkwardness to go away - make her seem like the cool Mistress perhaps...

Giving another peck on Rachel's cheek and holding her hand, softly said "You don't have to call me Mistress all the time, Rach'... You'll know when it's required... You can say it outside of our sessions if you want, but don't feel pressured. Ok?" As she spoke, she was gently brushing Rachel's hair to the side, taking-in her beauty and attempting to see her as a submissive play-thing. It was more difficult than expected and in an attempt to explain her conflicting feelings, she continued:

"This is new for both of us and it's bound to be tricky but I'm going to do my best to be the Mistress that I want to be for you - and that you want me to be - on top of being your friend."

Pausing, as if she thought further about it, she continued "I don't know if we'll be able to make this work or if we'll both be happy with the situation in two days, two weeks or two months. What I can do is set up an environment where we can at least give it an honest shot. We might as well, right?" She smiled her infectious smile, giving Rachel a look of complicity.

That drink was working wonders she thought, impressed with her own speech but quickly realizing that despite Rachel returning her smile, a small frown had appeared.

"Thank you, Mistress. Can we seat?" replied Rachel while pointing to the couch.

Liz was new at being a dominatrix and while she thought of it as a natural extension of her personality, she wondered if there were unwritten rules that she was breaking. She couldn't help but feel her confidence erode slightly. Had she said something wrong? Was she too nice? Too tough?

It had been one thing to dominate Rachel during a sex-filled week-end in the presence of her existing Master, but it was all together different when both of them were alone in her house. She sat, attempting to act casual but hanging on every word coming out of her friend's mouth.

Rachel thought carefully about how to phrase her feelings before starting slowly. "Once... Once Frank and I realized that we both had a... liking for this lifestyle, we agreed on a few ground rules. Looking back, not all of them were good but a couple worked pretty well. One that did, for me at least... was that for weeks, if not months, I forced myself to see him only as my Master." Lowering her eyes, she added "I obeyed him in any way he wished and saw him as my owner, not my boyfriend. Whatever his desires may have been, I submitted to it."

Rachel took a deep breath and continued, "Last week, I was given a choice and my Master asked me if I wanted to be your slave. He did not force me or ordered me, but asked me to make a choice. I agreed to be yours immediately," she added with a smile, "and drove here today and..." Stopping in the middle of the sentence, she exclaimed: "Oh god, this is difficult!"

Frustrated with her own speech, she leaned back as Liz grabbed her hands and squeezed them in a sign of encouragement.

After a breath, she continued, "I think we'll always be friends, we have too much history for that to happen. So let's not worry about it because right now, I am here because I've accepted to be your slave and I have to see you as my owner."

If asked, Rachel could not have explained where that speech came from but she felt that, as a sub, she had her part to play in helping Liz find her voice.

She felt Liz' warm hands cup her face as her tongue found its way into her mouth, twirling with hers as Liz moaned through her lips "Oh my god...This is the sexiest thing I've ever heard in my life. I'm so glad you're telling me this." She held Rachel's face and told her how proud she was of her for opening up like this and how very pleased she was of being her Mistress.

"Thank you for coming, my pet..." Liz murmured through her breath.

"You're welcome, Mistress", Rachel answered as she enjoyed feeling Liz's lips on hers.

Sensing that Rachel needed reassurance that she was going to be a true dominatrix to her and that the week-end they had was not a fluke, Liz explained that "Frank was very generous in allowing me to become your Mistress. You know that he did not put any limits to what I could do to you?"

Rachel nodded while answering, pleased to know that Liz could do with her what she wanted, but with growing apprehension as well. Tracing her finger down Rachel's skirt, she asked "Did you follow all my instructions?"

Rachel had prepared as if she was going to a job interview. She'd pack a bag of requested toys, put on a white shirt, made sure she'd left two buttons opened to give a good view of her cleavage and wore a short leather skirt that wrapped tightly around her butt.

"Yes Mistress," she answered, almost electrified as the light touch on the side of her hip.

"Show me," Liz said with a flick of the hand towards the middle of the room.

Rachel felt her womb tingle at the command. She slowly got up, knowing that her Mistress would stare at her curves as she did. Once in place, she moved her fingers below the hem of her skirt and pulled gently upward; the material rubbed against her thighs and glided over her cheeks. As her naked rear was on display, she bundled the skirt at the waist and kept it up with her hands. Sensing Liz' eyes on her ass, she impulsively parted her legs and arched her back, exposing herself partially at least.

Liz hummed her appreciation and was getting aroused at how eager Rachel was playing her part, displaying herself and not wearing any panties, as instructed. She always thought that Rachel had a beautiful body; the shape of her butt and the silhouette of her pussy was a wonderful sight to behold. She noticed that, perhaps due to the temperature, but more likely because of nerves, goosebumps had appeared on her cheeks. She smiled at the idea of slapping her warm.

Moving to the corner of the room, she opened Rachel's bag, looking for the toys she had ordered her pet to bring. Satisfied, she retrieved a couple of items and set them on the counter, away from her pet's field of vision.

She knew from her previous experience that verbal humiliation was a powerful turn-on for Rachel.

"Are you always to keep your cunt shaved or did you do it because I've asked you to?", Liz inquired.

"I'm to be shaved at all times, Mistress."

"are you wet?" Liz asked as she walked behind Rachel and laid her hand on her ass, caressing the soft skin up and down.

Rachel shuddered at the touch, moaning "Yes, Mistress".

"Tell me," Liz said as she was caressing her, "Have you been touching yourself over the past few days, thinking of what happened last week?"

Rachel needed to take a breath, surprised by how quickly her body was reacting to Liz's fingers and her close presence. "Hmm... No Mistress... Your pet was not allowed to touch herself."

Liz' mouth moved close to her pet's ear and murmured, "Well that's good for me. I'll make sure to thank your galant Master for that... Nothing like a cum slut with a hungry cunt, is there?" She purposely spoke dirty as she knew that her pet got very excited by it during their previous session.

Rachel arched her back slightly more, heaving while answering that there wasn't anything like it.

Liz's hands settled on Rachel's cheeks, and started pulling them apart, revealing her cunt and ass before allowing them to bounce back to their natural position. Gently, she scratched her fingernails onto her pet' skin, grazing her lips and feeling their puffiness increase with desire. She pushed a finger against her pet's slit, not hard enough to penetrate, but enough to massage the entrance of her hole, getting Rachel to flinch towards her Mistress' fingers.

"What was your favorite part of our adventure? And be honest; there must be no secrets between us," she stated.

Rachel blurted "The way you dominated me, asking me to get into positions and ordering me to do things..." the sentence died but more words wanted to come out.

"Mmmm... And what things did you enjoy so much?" Liz asked, willing to play along with the timidity for a little while. She buried her finger slightly, letting it be surrounded by Rachel's moist lips.

Rachel felt hot and her breath became shallow. "When... Master forced me to lick your ass to earn the right to lick your pussy and then when you made me suck his cum out of you, Mistress." Liz's finger moved from the slit to inside of her pet as she bucked her hips to receive deeper relief. The finger twisted inside Rachel's for a few seconds as she immediately moaned.

"I know this feels good in that horny cunt of yours. You'd want more fingers, faster and deeper I'm sure... We'll get there... in time... Let's see if I can get you to skip to the truth..."

The warmth of Liz's finger disappeared, immediately followed by the sound of Liz's footsteps across the room. Rachel remained still, her thighs starting to burn from her slightly bent position as her pussy was begging her brains to get more somehow.

After a few seconds, a buzzing sound broke through the silence and Rachel gasped as Liz pressed a vibrator against her clitoris.

"Now my pet, let's see if this loosens the tongue a bit more, mmmh?" Liz asked in a coy manner, her left arm surrounding Rachel's chest and holding her tight while her right hand pressed snuggly against her pussy, feeling her way to her clit.

"Ooooh, oh god, Mistress..."

Liz lowered her hand slightly to reduce the pressure and ensure that no accidental orgasm would happen in the first few seconds as she could tell Rachel was on edge. Immediately, her pet started to bend her knees and moved her body lower to meet the vibrator.

"Easy..." Instructed Liz, "You are not to come yet. But maybe now, you will start telling me the real answers." She felt Rachel's body relax as she stood a little taller to ease herself from the vibrator.

"Good girl," she encouraged. "Here, you hold it."

Lis wanted to enjoy the view and usage of her two hands. She stayed behind Rachel and caressed the sides of her body while kissing her neck. Her hand slipped under her shirt, touching her nipples and tugging at them gently while Rachel moaned and cooed under the caresses. As her left hand kept the vibrator against her crotch, she held on to Liz with her arm, reaching behind to try and make her own contact with her Mistress' body. As Rachel's grunts increased, Liz walked towards the couch and slowly took off her jeans, bending down and showing her own assets. She removed her t-shirt and stood naked in front of her slave before seating on the sofa, her pussy in full display. Spreading her legs, she asked Rachel if she liked what she saw while she circled her clit with her finger.

Rachel had moved the vibrator away from her clit as she could feel an orgasm building up rapidly. She panted "Oh yes, Mistress". Liz's meaty lips were nearly purple on the tips. Rachel thought they were the perfect size - not too large but outgrown enough that you could suck on them.