Moulding my Slave
Epilogue, Janet's story
WARNING, this story has A LOT of character development. If you are looking for one sex scene after another then go somewhere else. It is the result of a comment from a reader who wanted to see something of Janet's journey and more of Mistress Karen. It rattled around in my head so I took a break from my Kidnapped Campers storyline to bash it out.
It is an example of what I cut out of my stories to keep them from becoming too onerous to read. I usually end up deleting stuff like this as my dick gets soft waiting for the next ball gag to crop up.
It takes place shortly after Chapter 8, then runs concurrently with Chapters 9 and 10. I hope you enjoy it.
Janet stood nervously on the front step, fiddling with her necklace, patting at her hair, pulling on the hem of her dress. Anything to delay the inevitable, but finally she worked up the nerve and rang the bell. After what seemed an eternity of seconds, the door swung open and Mistress Karen stood there, eyeing the anxious woman on her porch with familiar contempt. After another eternity, Karen crossed her arms, leaned against the doorframe and in a bored tone asked "What?"
Janet felt her knees go weak. How could this woman have such a hold over her, what was it about her that had so unceasingly occupied her mind for the past week? She glanced nervously over Karen's shoulder at the door to the basement, the dungeon where she had been broken down so completely just a short time ago. She bit her lip in frustration, why wouldn't the words come? She had rehearsed this moment for days, saying her lines over and over until she was sure they were perfect but now her head was a swirl of thoughts and emotions.
"I, um, I wanted..." she stuttered, shuffling her feet and feeling the heels of her stilettoes scrape on the concrete porch. Her eyes were drawn irresistibly to the raven-haired goddess who lounged so easily in front of her.
Karen was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and black leggings, the black strap of her bra winked out beside the lose collar. Her bare feet were crossed as she leaned against the doorframe and red painted toenails were tapping on the floor. Matching the tempo, her perfectly manicured fingernails were drumming slowly on her crossed forearms. Her long black hair was up in a messy bun and loose strands waved gently in the breeze. A sculpted black eyebrow lifted in an unspoken question and the corner of her mouth tensed in irritation.
Janet took a deep, shaky breath. How could this woman be so imperious and so relaxed at the same time? She had probably just interrupted a yoga session, but just a word from Karen would have driven Janet to her knees in submission. "I wanted, what I mean to say is.."
"No." Karen said with finality, and Janet flinched as if she had been struck by the riding crop she knew was nearby.
"But.." Janet replied.
"I said no." Karen repeated forcefully and Janet quailed in response. She closed her mouth and hunched her shoulders as if expecting a blow.
"How can I give you what you want, if you don't know it yourself?" Karen said dismissively.
She looked Janet up and down, her discerning eye noting everything. The black shiny stilettoes that shuffled awkwardly on the step. The smoothly shaved and tanned legs that seemed to travel up forever until they reached the lacy hem of her tight dress at mid-thigh. The gentle curve of Janet's hip that rolled like a wave to the narrow waist, then up to the impressive bust and cleavage that was on display beyond the lose cowl of her neckline. The sparkling of a single diamond on a fine gold chain that nestled just above the deep valley of her perfect breasts. The moist red lips that were parted ever so slightly in anticipation showing sparkling bleached white teeth. The immaculately made-up face and large eyes framed by long dark lashes and enhanced by the perfect blend of eyeshadow. The curly golden hair that was piled elegantly on her head, held in place by glittering combs and clips but for the two strands that fell to frame the anxious face.
Karen snorted in contempt at the display in front of her as she stepped back from the door. "You have forgotten everything." She said with a tired sigh. "When you know what you want, and are ready to show me who you really are, then you can come back."
"Wait, I.." Janet called out but the door slammed in her face. She stood on the porch, scared and humiliated, feeling the tears start to well in her eyes. She turned and hurried to her car, ignoring the annoyed looks of the people she shoved past. She turned the ignition hard and sped away, trying to escape the feeling of disappointment that replaced the expectant lust she had felt as she pulled up.
"What do I want? Who am I?" she sobbed to herself as she drove aimlessly.
Janet stood at the door and rang the bell. She took a deep breath and calmed herself as she heard footsteps approach, then braced as the door swung open. Mistress Karen stood there just as she remembered her and the sight took her breath away.
She was wearing a white silk blouse and black slacks. Her hair was flowing loosely and pulled over one shoulder, an avalanche of onyx over a field of snow. Streaks of white only added to her elegance and reflected her maturity, not her age. She had on elegant but business-like black heels and a black velvet choker with a white cameo drew attention to her long graceful neck. She could have commanded the scene in any board room or political office, only the tight black leather gloves she wore gave any indication of where she really ruled.
Janet drew herself upright and held her chin high as if presenting herself for inspection. In a way, she was and she had put a lot of thought into her outfit. She had on grey slacks and a sensible red blouse with comfortable but attractive boots with a modest heel. Her hair was pulled back in a business-like ponytail and a simple gold chain around her neck matched the earrings and bracelet that were her only jewellery. She shook her head, settling her ponytail down her back and crossed her hands in front of her respectfully.
"I have come directly from work; this is who I really am." She said in a firm, clear voice. "What I want is.."
"No." Karen said. She didn't say it sharply, rudely or even in a commanding tone, but the short word stopped Janet cold again. Her mouth worked as she struggled to remember the speech she had prepared. She was ready to explain everything, if only Karen would listen.
Karen stepped out of the door, her presence forcing Janet to shuffle back awkwardly. She stumbled off of the step and staggered to the sidewalk. When she regained her balance, she stared up at the woman who towered over her.
"This isn't who you are, this is another mask." Karen said with a wave of her hand. "Another role with another set of rehearsed lines all designed to continue this charade you call a life." Karen continued in a soft but firm voice. "I can't help you until you accept who you really are. Until then, don't waste any more of my time." Again, the door closed and again Janet shuffled to her car, defeated and confused.
It was dark, late evening as Janet walked up the path and rang the bell again. Again, the doorknob turned and Janet undid the belt to her coat, pulling it open as Karen opened the door. Underneath it, Janet was naked. Her perfect, enhanced breasts gleamed in the porchlight from the spray of body glitter she had applied. Her spa waxed landing strip of pubic hair served as the punctuation to her display of sex and vulnerability. Her hair was loose, falling in long curls down her back and her makeup was elegantly understated in soft pinks and reds. She had on the red heels that she had worn when she and her daughter had first met the man who introduced them to Mistress Karen, she had considered them lucky ever since.
Janet took a deep breath, afraid to speak as Karen inspected her latest effort.
Karen was in her full dominatrix gear of corset, boots and gloves, but may as well have been wearing sweats and sneakers given her relaxed attitude. She shook her head with a sigh of disappointment and Janet sobbed in frustration.
"What do you want from me?" she howled, not caring who heard or saw her.
Karen stepped out and pulled her jacket closed, tying the belt firmly as Janet sniffled and sobbed quietly. She reached up to cup Janet's face and stroke a tear from her cheek. Janet looked at her desperately, pleading with her eyes for something, anything to help her.
"Your daughter asked her master the same question. Until you stop trying to be someone you are not, I can never help you be the person you want to be." Karen said, gently tucking a loose curl of hair behind Janet's ear. "You know what you must do, but you are too afraid to do it. When you have conquered that fear, I will help you conquer the others." Karen turned and walked back in the house, leaving the softly sobbing woman standing on the sidewalk.
Janet turned and headed down the walk towards her car. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't see the man until she bumped into him.
"Oh, sorry." She mumbled as she moved to go around him, her hands fumbling in her pockets for her keys.
"Hey baby, what's the rush?" she heard and felt a strong hand grab her arm. She looked up in alarm at the young man who was holding her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, then she saw the two other men behind him.
"I'm sorry, I was just leaving." She said as she tried to pull away, but the hand gripped tighter and pulled her back.
"Hey, we were just leaving too." The stranger said, "why don't you come with us?" The two other men moved around to either side, effectively surrounding her as she was pinned against the car.
