Chapter 1
Kelly had no idea what was happing. She worked for a tough-as-nails businesswoman named Victoria. One day, Kelly fucked up a simple task, and Victoria was livid. “You stupid girl,” Victoria snapped, “you’ve cost me a fortune. Consider this your final warning.”
Kelly’s heart pounded as she stood in Victoria’s opulent office, her eyes welling up with tears. “I-I’m sorry, Victoria. It won’t happen again,” she stammered.
Victoria’s expression softened slightly, but her voice remained cold. “See that it doesn’t. Now, I’ve got a way for you to make it up to me. There’s a client, Margaret, who has a... unique taste. She’s willing to overlook a small mistake I made if I give her something she wants. And that’s where you come in.”
Kelly’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what Victoria was implying. “You want me to... to sleep with her?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Victoria nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. ” among other things. She can do whatever she likes with you for a weekend, and in return, she’ll sign a contract that’ll make me a lot of money. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll keep your job.”
Kelly felt a mix of fear, embarrassment, and a strange, unwanted arousal. She nodded, understanding the gravity of her situation. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Victoria clapped her hands together, a cruel glint in her eye. “That’s my girl. Now, let’s get you ready. Strip.”
Kelly blushed deeply as she removed her clothes, standing naked and vulnerable before her mistress. Victoria inspected her, a critical eye roaming over Kelly’s body. “You’ll do,” she said finally, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “Now, let’s get you to Margaret’s place.”
As Kelly was driven to Margaret’s apartment, her naked body covered only by a collar and leash, she couldn’t help but feel like a sacrificial lamb. She offered the leash to Margaret, a woman in her forties with a harsh demeanor, as instructed. Margaret took the leash and pulled Kelly towards her apartment, two Doberman dogs following close behind.
“Kneel,” Margaret commanded as they reached the front door. Kelly obeyed, her body shaking with fear and humiliation as the dogs flanked her, their growls sending shivers down her spine.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, Kelly chanted in her head, her eyes fixed on the ground. I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like such a fucking whore.
One of the Dobermans suddenly moved, picking up the leash and walking towards the salon. Kelly, understanding her cue, crawled behind the dog, her body shaking with fear and humiliation. She could sense the second Doberman close behind her, its breath hot on her naked butt. She felt trapped, used, and utterly at the mercy of these animals and their mistress.
This is so fucking degrading, Kelly thought, her eyes stinging with tears. But I have to do this. I have to please her. I have to keep my job.
As she crawled, Kelly’s mind raced with a mix of emotions. She was embarrassed, afraid, and strangely aroused by the dominance and power dynamic at play. She knew she had to endure this to keep her job, to please Victoria, and to avoid the severe punishments that awaited her if she failed.
Margaret watched Kelly crawl, a satisfied smile on her face. “Good girl,” she cooed, her voice a stark contrast to her harsh demeanor. “You’re learning already. This is going to be a fun weekend.”
Kelly knelt on the cold, hard floor, her legs spread wide, exposing her most intimate parts to Margaret’s scrutinizing gaze. The two Dobermans flanked their mistress, their eyes fixed on Kelly, filled with a hostility that sent shivers down her spine. Kelly’s face was flushed with embarrassment, and she couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.
“Please, Margaret,” Kelly begged, her voice trembling. “Please don’t make me do this. I’m so embarrassed. And the dogs... they scare me. Please, protect me from them.”
Margaret looked down at Kelly, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “If you do a good job tonight, I won’t lock you in the kennel with them,” she said, her voice cold and calculating. “But if you displease me, you’ll spend the night with my dogs. They might keep you warm.”
Kelly’s eyes widened in horror. “I’ll do whatever you ask, but please don’t leave me alone with them!” she pleaded, her body shaking with fear.
Margaret stood up, her movement fluid and graceful. She picked up a riding crop from the table beside her, the leather end swinging gently as she walked around Kelly, inspecting her like a piece of meat. “My dogs are well-trained. You don’t need to fear them. You need to fear me,” she said, her voice a low growl.
Kelly felt a mix of terror and arousal as Margaret circled her, the riding crop tapping against her leg ominously. “You’re my bitch,” Margaret said, her voice firm and commanding. “Crawl around like a dog! Like you are my bitch.”
Kelly hesitated for a moment, the embarrassment and humiliation threatening to overwhelm her. But the thought of pleasing Margaret, of keeping her job, pushed her forward. She lowered herself to her hands and knees, her heart pounding in her chest as she began to crawl, her ass sticking up in the air, exposing her completely.
Oh god, this is so fucking degrading, Kelly thought, her face burning with shame. But why does it make me so fucking horny?
As she crawled, she could feel the dogs’ eyes on her, their hot breath on her skin. She was sure they could smell her arousal, her embarrassment, her fear. It was a heady mix, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as she moved.
Margaret noticed, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “You like being a bitch, don’t you?” she said, her voice a purr. “You like being degraded. I can see it in your eyes, and I can smell it on you. You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
Kelly didn’t respond, her body shaking with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she continued to crawl. Margaret walked behind her, the riding crop tapping against Kelly’s ass gently, threateningly.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” Margaret said, her voice a low growl. “You’re going to be my little bitch for the weekend, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.”
Margaret stood behind Kelly, the riding crop poised in her hand. She brought it down gently at first, tapping Kelly’s ass and thighs, the sound echoing through the room. Kelly flinched at the impact, more from the humiliation than any real pain. She let out a soft whimper, her body tensing as she braced herself for the next strike.
“Please, Margaret,” Kelly begged, her voice shaking. “Please stop. This is so embarrassing.”
Margaret continued to strike her, the blows increasing in intensity, but still not causing any significant pain. “You’re my bitch, and I’ll do what I want with you,” she said, her voice cold and unyielding.
Kelly’s pleas turned into desperate sobs as the riding crop continued to fall. “Stop, please! I can’t take this!” she cried, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes.
Margaret watched her, a cruel smile on her face. “Are you going to cry, little girl?” she taunted, her voice mocking. “You’re pathetic. You’re nothing but a little bitch.”
Kelly tried to hold back the tears, but it was no use. They streamed down her face, her body shaking with sobs as she knelt there, exposed and vulnerable. Margaret’s laughter filled the room, a harsh and unkind sound that cut through Kelly like a knife.
“Look at you, crying like a baby,” Margaret sneered, circling Kelly like a predator. “You’re pathetic. I own you. You’re my little bitch, and you’ll do whatever I say.”
Kelly’s cries turned into uncontrollable sobs, her body wracked with pain and humiliation. She felt like a broken toy, used and discarded, her dignity shattered. Margaret’s laughter only fueled her despair, and she curled up on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees as she wept.
Through her tears, Kelly could hear Margaret’s voice, cold and commanding. “You’ll learn to take it, bitch. You’ll learn to take everything I give you. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll earn your keep.”
Kelly’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—embarrassment, fear, and a deep, aching humiliation. She felt like she was drowning in her own tears, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. She had never felt so degraded, so used, and so utterly at someone else’s mercy.
Margaret finally relented, lowering the riding crop as Kelly’s sobs subsided and her tears dried up. Kelly felt utterly broken, her body aching with humiliation and exhaustion. She knelt there, her head hung low, feeling more vulnerable than she ever had in her life.
Margaret sat back in her armchair, a satisfied smirk on her face as she spread her legs wide, exposing herself to Kelly. “Come here, bitch,” she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. “You’re pathetic, weak, and worthless. You’re below my dogs, but it turns me on to see you like this. Now, you will pleasure me.”
Kelly’s heart pounded in her chest as she reluctantly began to crawl towards Margaret, the two Dobermans flanking her, their eyes never leaving her. She wiped away the remnants of her tears, taking deep, shaky breaths as she inched closer to the woman who held her fate in her hands.
As she crawled between Margaret’s legs, Kelly could smell her arousal—a rich, musky scent that was both intoxicating and repulsive. She felt a mix of disgust and excitement, her body responding to the dominance and power dynamic at play. This is so fucked up, she thought, her mind racing. She gets off on destroying me. On scaring a shy, innocent girl like me.
Kelly hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her ears. She could feel Margaret’s eyes on her, demanding and expectant. With a deep breath, she leaned in, her tongue tentatively flicking out to taste the older woman. Margaret’s rich, velvet scent enveloped her, and she could feel the woman’s body respond to her touch.
She began to lick and suck, her movements tentative at first but gaining confidence as Margaret’s moans filled the room. Kelly could feel the power shift, her actions eliciting pleasure from the woman who held so much control over her. It was a heady feeling, and she found herself growing more aroused with each passing second.
Margaret’s hands gripped the armrests of her chair, her knuckles white as she held on tight, her body tensing with each lick and suck. “That’s it, bitch,” she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. “You’re a good little bitch. Keep going.”
Kelly redoubled her efforts, her tongue circling and flicking, her hands gripping Margaret’s thighs for support. She could feel the woman’s body building towards a climax, and she knew she had to keep going, had to please her.
With a final, shuddering cry, Margaret came, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Kelly continued to lick and suck gently, drawing out her pleasure until Margaret finally pushed her away, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“Good girl,” Margaret panted, a satisfied smile on her face. “You’ve earned your keep, for now. But remember, you’re nothing without me. You’re my bitch, and you’ll do whatever I say.”
Kelly pulled back, her body shaking with a mix of exhaustion, humiliation, and a strange sense of satisfaction. She had pleased Margaret, and for now, that was enough. But she knew this was far from over, and the thought both terrified and aroused her.
