Miriam was euphoric for the first few days after her initiation, She'd actually done it!--dared to put herself under the control of other people, dared to accept what they chose to do to her, dared to face her fear. She now carried within her something secret and special, her new center. She even felt a bit condescending toward the people around her who hadn't discovered this scary fairy kingdom, where you could quest for the joy of humbling yourself without fear and trusting someone else without reserve.
After a few days, she remembered Jacob's admonition to "think about it." Even though Jacob and Kee had been so considerate, so likable, after her panic in the chair, she knew that they could just as easily be implacable and steely. They wouldn't act as if this was a game. They intended to push her limits. She realized that she didn't know where those limits were. How much could she take without breaking?
There had been no sex at all in her initiation, and sex would be a whole other dimension. She had been with quite a few men, but never with a woman. What would Jacob and Kee demand from her?
She assumed she'd have to suck Jacob's cock and she'd have to go down on Kee. She wasn't afraid of that stuff, she rather liked the idea of being made to submit that way. Denial of orgasm might be interesting. All of that was within her comfort zone--although exactly
how
it was done could make a big difference.
She was unexpectedly nervous about being penetrated, even vaginally. Somehow, that seemed like, well, going all the way. She liked Jacob, a lot, but she didn't feel the personal connection to him that intercourse seemed to imply. She was downright scared of anal, which she'd never done. Maybe a small plug would be OK. But Jacob's cock thrusting wildly inside her?
She was ambivalent about restraints. While being strapped to the chair had scared her, she wasn't being sexually excited then. Yeah, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She found the idea of being fucked while bound was somehow a little easier. If she had no choice about it, well, what could she do but submit?
Then there were all the punishments they might inflict on her. In her fantasies she was just spanked by hand, or maybe a few licks with a belt. But Jacob and Kee had a lot more than that in their armory. Miriam feared the slashing sting of a whip. And she feared that gag. Nothing had ever made her feel more helpless.
But wasn't the whole point that
they
decided, not her? That she was being challenged to face her fear? And for her to submit trustingly?
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She showed up at her next appointment precisely on time, dressed exactly as she had for the first one, and rang their doorbell with trepidation.
Jacob opened the door promptly. Kee was standing behind him. They didn't wear casual dress like the time before. Jacob wore black slacks, a long-sleeved white shirt, and a black leather vest. Kee was dressed similarly--full black skirt, white shirt, and black vest. She also wore a black choker and black leather boots. Her glowing chestnut hair spilled down to her shoulders. She was beautiful, but now she had a severe look.
"How do you feel today?" Jacob asked. Miriam replied that she felt well.
They went over to the big desk by the window. Jacob took her car key and driver's license. Then he took out the contract he had had her sign on the previous appointment.
"We'll sign and date this again," he said. Each of them signed and dated the document.
"Now," Jacob said, "accept us as your master and mistress for today."
Miriam at first wasn't sure what he meant. Then she remembered how she had kissed their shoes. She knelt and awkwardly performed the ritual. She sat back on her heels and put her hands on her knees. She kept her face down.
"As before," said Jacob, "your safe word is 'tomato.' You may use it at any time. Otherwise, do not speak unless you are spoken to." Miriam nodded.
"Acknowledge commands with 'yes, Master" or 'yes, Mistress'," he said sharply.
"Yes, Master."
"Your name today will be Little Girl."
"Yes, Master."
Kee stepped forward and fastened a dog collar around her neck. A leash was attached. Kee tugged on the leash, and Miriam moved onto all fours and followed her. When they got to the stairs, she found it so difficult to crawl down them head downward that she had to curl her legs to the side and slide awkwardly down, using her hands to brake herself. Kee gave her time. At the bottom, she returned to all fours and followed Kee into the big room.
Kee dropped the leash. She and Jacob disappeared somewhere off to her right. They were gone for a while. Miriam didn't move her hands and knees, but she dared to turn her head a little. She saw several structures, some wood, some metal. Some had padding. All seemed to have rings in various places. Some had straps with buckles, like the chair she had been in the time before. She saw a little bit of a rack against the wall that appeared to have ropes, chains, canes and what looked like a quirt. She shuddered.
Jacob and Kee came back. All she could see was Jacob's shoes in front of her.
Stop thinking of their names! Remember Master and Mistress, Master and Mistress.
"Now," Master said, "remove your blouse."
"Yes, Master." She sat back onto her heels.
"No," he snapped. "Down. Like a dog." Miriam sank back.
It wasn't too hard, balancing on one hand, to undo the blouse buttons. When that was done, she realized the only way to get it off was to pull it over her head. Again balancing on one hand, she inched the back up toward her head with her fingers until she managed to pull it over, then yanked the sleeves down. From there, she could get them over her wrists.
"Now the skirt." After saying the required phrase, she undid the belt and unzipped the back. It wasn't too hard to pull it down around her knees.
"The bra."
"Yes, Master." She pulled the bra straps down over her shoulders. It was impossible to unhook it without two hands. She had to, first, yank the bottom up over her breasts, which scraped her nipples unpleasantly. She tugged the back up by the straps until it was near the nape of her neck. When she tried with one hand to catch the opposite side, she toppled over.
Master said, "Mistress, mark that down." To Miriam: "Continue." She forgot to say, "Yes, Master." Master pointed that out and told Mistress to mark it down, too. She knew, with a sinking feeling, that these things were being marked down for later punishment.
She got back on all fours and resumed the struggle. With great difficulty she got the bra far enough up toward one shoulder to get a decent grip on it. Then, finally, she got it over her head. Her breasts hung down.
"The panties." This time she didn't forget the acknowledgement. The panties were easy to get down to her knees.
"The shoes and socks." After the obligatory phrase, she reached back with one hand. The panties constricted her movements, though they slipped some down her calves as she struggled. The skirt got in the way terribly. After several tries, during which she nearly fell again, she got ahold of a shoelace and tugged. Then she went through it again with the other shoe. Using each foot, she dislodged the shoe from the other foot. The socks were easy.
