Tanya nervously clutched her purse to her chest as she walked through the heavy door. She pulled off her sunglasses that had been in place hiding her face, despite the fact that it was overcast and dark outside.
She eyed the reception area as she pulled the door shut behind herself.
The building on the outside resembled an inner-city residential house that had clearly been renovated to support a business now. The subtle facade stayed private and gave away no clue as to what it housed inside, however being a small city, its citizens knew exactly what it was used for.
Tanya walked up to the front counter, nervous and quite embarrassed. She began to play with her possessions, as she always did when she was nervous, flicking a blouse button, twisting her wedding ring, or curling the tassels on her handbag around her finger. The woman behind the computer screen glanced up cheerfully.
"How can I help you?" she asked.
"I..uh.. I have an appointment." Tanya responded slowly. "My name is Tanya."
"Oh, yes Tanya, there you are. Have you been here before?"
The girl behind the counter was quite beautiful – fresh faced and bubbly. She wore a simple blouse and skirt, and kept her long blonde hair tied back in a professional ponytail. Tanya began to wonder whether she had gotten it wrong; whether she had booked an appointment in the wrong place.
"Well, no.." Tanya stammered.
"That's ok, why don't you take a seat and someone will be right with you Tanya."
Tanya thanked the girl and went to sit down in the waiting area. It was incredibly professional looking, nothing like what Tanya had thought the inside would look like. She started to fidget again, worried about what she was getting herself into. She was a 38 year old housewife. She'd had an educated background but after having two children found that looking after the kids and her husband had taken priority over searching for a new job. Succumbing to this routine was driving Tanya a little bit crazy. She had started to find avenues to pursue her own desires.
Wearing a simple grey business suit, jacket and skirt, that matched her delicate blouse and endearing shoes, Tanya almost looked as if she was dressing for a job interview.
She was so excited; she was even starting to get wet between her nervous, shaking legs.
Before long, the door to the hallway beyond the waiting area opened. In strode a tall, attractive, commanding young woman with braided red hair and thick framed glasses. In her hands she held a clipboard. Peculiarly, she also wore a jacket and skirt suit; however this woman's was made entirely out of figure-hugging latex.
"Are you Tanya?" the woman asked sternly.
"Y-yes.." Tanya replied awkwardly.
The woman took a deep breath and then locked eyes with Tanya directly.
"Very well cunt, put your belongings on the table there and get on all fours for me," the woman ordered strictly.
Tanya's eyes bulged at the forwardness of the woman. She hesitated.
"Don't just sit there looking like a trout, your file says you came here to be dominated, abused and humiliated, isn't that right?"
Tanya was still shocked. The pretty secretary was still in the room too. How embarrassing. "Yes that's true," Tanya answered, her eyes looking at the floor.
"'That's true, mistress'. You will call me Mistress from now on – Mistress Heather. Understand?" Mistress Heather shot at Tanya.
"Yes Mistress," came much quicker this time.
"Better. Now why aren't you on all fours like I ordered, slut?"
Tanya looked up at the secretary across the room – she was watching the whole scene enthusiastically and making no secret about it. Her eyes connected with Tanya's making the housewife feel so much more embarrassed. She grudgingly put her handbag on the table and fell to her knees before leaning forward and putting her weight onto her hands. Tanya was in position and felt the tingle in her pussy get so much stronger.
"Well you don't look the part. You look like a housewife or career woman with a level head on your shoulders. I would never have suspected that you were a horny pervert that craved pain and abuse," Heather said, "Does your husband know?" she asked, noting the ring.
"No," Tanya answered simply.
Smack! Suddenly Heather struck Tanya's rounded ass with something which hurt and took her by surprise. "No, MISTRESS!" Heather corrected.
"No Mistress!"
The pretty secretary giggled.
"You're going to misbehave a lot aren't you, bitch? Maybe I'll have to charge you more money. What do you think, Carrie?" Heather asked the interested secretary.
"Heh, I'll add another $100 to her tab. That should teach her to address you correctly," Carrie tapped away at the computer again quickly.
One hundred dollars just for not calling her mistress! This was extortion! However in a way this was exactly what Tanya was craving.
Tanya looked up from the floor at her new mistress. She had a silky sexuality to her, her smooth, fluid, purposeful movements, and the incredible shape of her body. Mistress Heather was beautiful and Tanya was beginning to admire her.
"Now, let's look at this file of yours, shall we?" Heather began.
"Um.. shouldn't we go somewhere more private?" Tanya asked hopefully. She was aware that everything she had privately marked on the online survey was going to come out in front of this sweet receptionist and potentially anyone else who walked through that door.
Heather crouched beside the housewife. Her latex suit stretched tight across her full, firm body. Her breasts and ass pushed out against the rubber clothes and this did not go unnoticed by the horny Tanya. Again, suddenly Heather viciously slapped Tanya's smooth face. Tanya moaned in pain.
"Did you forget my name again, bitch?" Heather tutted. "You'll learn. Anyway, we'll move you when I'm ready to move you. Carrie has seen many of you filthy sluts humiliate themselves in front of her before, so that shouldn't worry you. I guess you should only be worried of your husband walking through that door, or maybe one of your kids?"
Tanya shivered. She didn't want any of this to happen at all. Not her family, they could never know. They would never understand. She felt so vulnerable on her hands and knees in the public area.
"In fact, why don't you pull your skirt up around your waist, cunt. That way there's no mystery about why you're posing like a doggy for me," Heather leered. "Do it, now."
Tanya obeyed, the thoughts of her being caught like this by someone she knew danced through her head. She pulled her grey a-line skirt slowly up around her waist. Her pale thighs gradually revealing themselves, then a white g-string surrounded by Tanya's luscious ass cheeks. After unveiling her ass, Tanya got back on her hands and knees.
"Nice ass," Carrie cheekily shot from across the room.
"Mmm, very nice, isn't it? You're quite the sexy slut. How old does this file say you are – 38? Great body for a thirty eight year old, bitch. Does your husband enjoy it?"
Tanya nodded.
"But not the way you want, right?"
Tanya shook her head silently, behaving like a good puppy.
"Do you have a son?" Tanya nodded again. She had a son and a daughter. "I bet he enjoys looking at your body and imagining fucking his dear Mommy." Tanya shuddered at such a filthy thought. "Have you thought of that? Maybe we'll explore that later. I think you'll like that."
Heather had a list of things Tanya had marked off on a list of things that excite her, no matter how filthy they were. And filthy they certainly were. During the years of routine and monotony Tanya had many a year to think up disgusting fantasies to get off to. Mistress Heather held these desires in her hand.
Looking down the list Heather even felt a flutter of thrill at the debased thoughts this normal looking housewife wanted to act out or engage in some kind of way. Hard Bondage, humiliation, pain, incest, bestiality, toilet play – somehow this Tanya woman had given in to every nasty fantasy in her head, just the kind of woman Heather loved to dominate.
She walked over to the submissive woman. "Here, put this collar on."
Tanya obeyed immediately. She removed her unassuming necklace, which was a present from her loving husband, and looped the leather studded collar around her slender neck. It felt tight and gave her another tingle in her pussy. She was controlled now. She had to submit to her new Mistress.
"Good little girl," Heather rasped, even though she was more than ten years younger than Tanya.
This was a request on Tanya's list of wishes – submit to a younger woman.
Heather reached over and elegantly attached a chain link leash to Tanya's collar. Leashed. Finally. Tanya moaned softly.
Heather hummed curiously. "Are you aware that you look just like a pet dog now, sweetie?" Tanya blushed, she knew. The blood rushed to her face and rushed to her pussy. "On all fours, collared. The only difference is that real dogs don't get to wear clothes, isn't that right?"
Tanya nodded quickly.
"That's right, but we'll get to that soon." Heather looped her fingers through the handle of the leash and tugged, pulling the submissive wife's neck tightly. "Carrie, I think she's ready for our first meeting. Hold my calls and make sure that the door to Cell 5 is marked as being occupied once we get inside." She turned to look at the pale face of Tanya down by the floor, "Wouldn't want your darling son or daughter coming in and watching Mommy act like a filthy animal, would we?" she added with another vicious tug on the leash.
