Barbara smiled politely as she passed Rose a cup of tea. The cup was sitting daintily on its saucer, both made of delicate china. She looked across at Sarah to make sure that she was listening politely as Rose explained to them why she had moved into the area. Sarah offered around the biscuits, adding to the perfect coffee morning scene.
Rose explained that after the death of her husband three years previously, she had felt the need to break away from the area that she had lived in and make a fresh start. Her two sons did not live with her but came up to visit on quite a frequent interval. Barbara glanced over at Sarah as Rose talked. Sarah nodded imperceptibly back to her glance.
Barbara smiled to herself and lay back in her seat, listening to Rose speaking about her sons, whilst reliving her own more intimate memories of each of them. Over the last few weeks, she had enjoyed attention from each. She didn't think that either would submit to her but she had enjoyed some very interesting lovemaking with both of them, individually and as a pair.
She phased back into the conversation, pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind, letting the delicious memories of their beautiful bodies and large cocks slide back into the recesses of her mind.
Rose had moved onto discussing their mutual neighbours. They discussed the various merits of each family before finally coming back to their own situation.
"I am so glad that I accepted your invite today" Rose murmured. "I was very surprised to receive it, I must confess. I thought that we had hit it off badly at our first meeting and I must admit that I didn't think things had got much better since."
Barbara laughed "Well you did form an unpleasant opinion of me"
Rose blushed slightly. "Well, you did come over in shall we say, a very overpowering manner. The manner in which you were dressed at my party was rather extreme and I did think that you were the type of women who shall we say, likes to have a lot of close male friends."
Sarah sniggered and Rose turned to her. "Well, when a woman dressed in the fashion that Barbara did that night, it does imply a certain style to her life"
Sarah smiled and turning to look at Rose directly said "Well, I can assure you that I've never seen Barbara chase men around."
Rose smiled. "Well I must take your advice on that. Though I have got to say, my opinion has changed since then, particularly today."
Rose was wearing a blue flower-patterned dress. The skirt reached well below her knees with a closed neck. It fitted her age more snugly that it fitted her body. Barbara reckoned on size 16 rather that the slimmer and smaller sizes that both she and Sarah wore.
The other two women wear wearing similar two piece outfits, both in knee length skirts but with Barbara wearing a plain white t-shirt and Sarah, a plain yellow blouse.
Barbara smiled, slightly coolly "So what have I done to impress you then."
"Well, you have a lovely home, so well looked after. You dress nicely and are extremely polite."
Barbara glared at her. "So you wouldn't call me a slut anymore or a whore? Like I think you were telling a few people last week."
Rose stumbled her words "What!..No.. Of course not. Where did you hear..."
Barbara cut her off with a dismissive wave. "It doesn't matter, my dear. I'm sure that we will both discover the real side of each others character as we get to know each other better. Now drink your tea and let’s relax."
Rose looking much discomforted, leaned back into her seat and took a long sip of her tea.
Sarah leaned over and asked if she would like a refill. Rose nodded and Sarah took her cup and went through to the kitchen to refill it.
There was a moment of silence as Barbara looked at Rose and Rose could not look back. Within a few seconds, Sarah had returned with the cup and gave it back to Rose. Rose quickly took another sip and put the cup on the table beside here.
"I'm sorry" she said. "I think I'm feeling a little dizzy. I'm feeling very light headed"
With that comment, she tried to stand up and fell back heavily into her chair unconscious.
Barbara grinned at Sarah. "I thought the bitch was never going to succumb"
"I had added the sleeping pills to three cups of tea, Mistress" replied Sarah. "I was starting to think that she was immune to them"
"Well, she's done for now" said Barbara. "Help me get her upstairs"
With great difficulty, the pair pulled the sleeping Rose up from the chair, and carried her across the hall and up the stairs. They took her into the spare bedroom and laid her on the bed.
"Right, time for you to go now, my dear. I can deal with this myself from here. Get yourself ready for this evening. I plan to fuck your brains out in a manner we have not tried before."
She kissed Sarah deeply and watched her leave the house.
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Rose moaned and stirred in her sleep. A moment or two later her eyes slowly opened as if the light was too strong. She blinked and shook her head slightly to clear her mind.
"I'm glad you are awake. I was starting to worry that you were not going to come round in time and that I would have to wake you."
Rose tried to turn round but for some reason could not move her hands. She tried to turn her head in the direction of the voice but found things all still very woozy.
She tried to focus her eyes and became aware of someone standing in front of her. She was wearing a pair of black patent leather shoes and a black one piece swimming costume. As Rose's vision cleared she saw that the costume was very shiny and had some buckles around its waist. It was also clearly not made of Lycra, leather too she guessed.
With a gasp, she suddenly realised the figure before her was Barbara, who was leaning forward. She had a cane in her hand.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
Barbara moved her face close to hers. "You fucking bitch" she spat the words in her face.
"You thought that you could say all the things you said about me to my friends and then you thought that a nice cosy little tea party with me would mend things.
"Well I am not like that. I don't forgive so easily. Perhaps in the past, I would have just brushed it off, faced the humiliation of having to sort things out with my friends and then got on with things. But no longer!!
"I'm none of the things you said, Whore or Slut. I don't even chase men. They come to me.
She laughed, "They come for me too. I am a Dominatrix. I am your Dominatrix now. You belong to me, you pathetic village gossip! But, I promise you, this is something that you will never dare to gossip to anyone."
She paused for breath and continued. "You may not realise it now, but you belong completely to me. Your body is at my every whim. You are my slut, my whore."
Rose struggled to get up. She realised that her hands were pinned together somehow behind her back. She also seemed to have something round her neck. She tried to sit up, to see her hands and to look down towards her neck.
Barbara pushed her back onto the bed. "Don't you dare move again or I will use this on you." She swished the cane through the air and let it strike the side of the bed, hard and.
Rose jumped with fright as the cane thudded dully into the sheets next to her.
With a heart stopping moment, she suddenly realised that she was naked too.
Barbara laughed gleefully. "Are you just realising your predicament? I know that the sleeping drug takes a few moments to wear off completely but I guess with all the adreniline that must be pumping through your body that you will be back to normal shortly. Let me explain."
"You are lying naked in my spare bedroom. Your hands are secured behind your back with a pair of my best handcuffs. Around your neck is a leather slave collar. It says 'Property of Mistress Barbara" on it. I've destroyed the clothes you came in. Particularly that ugly dress you were wearing. My dear, even a woman of your age can do better.
"Whilst you were asleep, I've had a good look at your body. It is actually in better condition than I thought. You were a little hairy though, so I have shaved you."
She smiled at the look of horror growing on Rose's face. "My slaves don't have pubic hair. I like them neat and tidy down there."
Rose started to struggle again and she suddenly felt a searing pain across her thigh. She cried out.
"Stop struggling!" Barbara said in a very quiet voice.
She leaned close and spat on her face. "You are my slave. You are my slut, my pain slut, my toilet slut and any unpleasant-task slut that I choose you to be."
"You will learn that you should not have crossed me."
