Fiona spent a busy week after her trip to New York and her amazing adventure at the airport. She gave notice at her job and contacted an agent regarding renting out her house. Then she steeled herself to complete the paperwork to change her name from Fiona Tinsalot to Miss Tits-a-lot. She put most of her furniture in storage and sent bags of blouses, sweaters, slacks, skirts, and jackets, in short, all of her professional clothing, to a thrift store. At last she completed her preparations.
Late in the afternoon, exactly two weeks after that fateful trip to New York, Fiona stood on the doorstep of Pam's townhouse with two suitcases at her feet. Pam answered the ring of the doorbell and stood surveying her for a few moments.
"Have you done all I ordered you to do?"
Fiona replied, "Yes, Ma'am."
Pam threw open her front door. "Are you ready to be my little bitch?"
Fiona looked down and nodded. She hated it when Pam referred to her as "her little bitch," but she couldn't deny the warmth those words brought to her cunt.
Pam growled, "Speak up, Miss Tits-a-lot. Are you ready to be my little bitch?"
Whispering, Fiona answered, "Yes, Ma'am, I'm ready to be your little bitch."
"That's better." Pam beckoned her inside.
The townhouse was a two-story affair, neat and bright with south- and west-facing windows. Sliding glass doors led out to a small yard with shrubbery and fruit trees. A huge, covered pool took up most of the patio area.
Pam gestured up the staircase. "Follow me upstairs." Pushing open one door, she said, "This is my room."
A large, four-poster bed dominated the room, and framed black and white photos decorated the walls. Fiona gasped when she realized that all of the photos were blown up pictures of her taken at JFK. There she was with her ass cheeks spread wide with Florencia's hands holding the drug-packed dildo next to her gaping asshole. She glanced quickly at Pam, who was smiling.
"You'll be sleeping in here most nights, but not always in the bed." She gestured to a cot at the foot of the bed. "Sometimes you'll be sleeping there."
Pam walked back into the hall indicating that Fiona should follow her. She opened the door to another room. "This is your room. You'll have your things in here."
Fiona noticed there was no bed in the room. There was a bureau and a full-length mirror, and something that looked like a pommel horse in the middle of the room. As Fiona looked at the ceiling, she saw large hooks in the corners. She wandered into the bathroom, which was off the bedroom - tub, sink, toilet - nothing unusual.
Then she turned to Pam expectantly, and Pam didn't disappoint.
Pam waved at Fiona's short skirt and halter top. "Nice outfit, but you won't be needing that right now." She walked to the dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a bikini. "You can put these on now."
She watched as Fiona pulled the thong bikini bottoms up over her hips. Then Pam reached forward and tugged the material up so that the piece in the back was firmly embedded in Fiona's crack. Fiona then tried to fit the tiny bikini top on her large tits. They flowed out the top, bottom, and sides, the two small triangles just large enough to cover her nipples. Pam had her leave her stiletto heels on.
Pam smiled her approval. "Now it's time to get to work."
Fiona repeated, "G-get to work?"
That earned her a hard slap across the face. "Don't ever question me, Miss Tits-a-lot. Go down to the kitchen and wash the dishes in the sink. Then polish the countertops. When you're done with that, scrub the kitchen floor on your hands and knees."
Fiona opened her mouth to protest but saw the look in Pam's eye. She hurried down to the kitchen to start her work. She'd always had maids herself and wasn't very good at housework. Each time she thought she was finished, Pam ordered her to do it over.
At last it was done to Pam's satisfaction, and Pam allowed her to drink several glasses of water. Fiona began to walk upstairs when Pam grabbed her thong from behind, pulling her backward. "Where do you think you're going?"
Fiona stood in front of her, head bowed. "I was going to use the bathroom."
Pam laughed. "Oh no you're not. In the first place, you're to ask permission first. In the second place, that toilet in your bathroom isn't going to do you much good."
Fiona threw her a puzzled look, and Pam answered it. "That toilet seat is bolted down."
Fiona glanced toward the small half bathroom downstairs, and Pam shook her head. She grasped Fiona's wrist and led her to the sliding glass door. "That's your bathroom out there."
Fiona's mouth dropped open. "Wh-what do you mean?"
"I always mean what I say, Miss-Tits-a-lot. You ask permission sweetly first, and then you can take a piss outside on one of the bushes or against one of the trees."
Blushing hotly, Fiona had a strong desire to rush from the house. Instead she said, "May I please take a piss, Ma'am?"
Pam opened the door herself. "Certainly."
Fiona tottered outside with Pam's eyes following her. She chose a bush against the far wall. Turning her back to Pam, she moved her thong to the side and squatted slightly. Her stream of urine hit the ground beneath the bush. She thought she heard a noise from over the wall and froze. Nothing she could do now. There was nothing to wipe with, so she let a few more drips fall before putting the thong back in place.
As she crossed the threshold, Pam patted her bottom and said, "Good girl. Now just because I can, and I enjoy the sight of red ass cheeks, I'm going to paddle you. Go up to your room, remove your thong, position yourself over the horse, spread your legs, and wait for me."
Doing all Pam asked, Fiona waited, bent over the horse, her tits now swinging free from the bikini top. She waited and she waited. Pam came into the room after Fiona had been in position for almost an hour. Her legs ached, and her ribs were sore from the pressure against the horse.
Pam opened the closet door and told Fiona to look around behind her. Fiona's eyes widened at the contents of the closet - whips, paddles, chains, collars, dildos - Pam had it all. She selected a short paddle and came up behind Fiona.
She snorted. "You call that spreading your legs? You have a thing or two to learn, Miss Tits-a-lot. We'll start your education now. She fastened a spreader bar to Fiona's ankles, thrusting her legs far apart. Before she started her paddling, she asked, "Are you my little bitch?"
Fiona answered in the affirmative and received a sharp smack on her right butt cheek. The question was asked and answered before each whack. Pam alternated between each cheek until Fiona was gasping and crying, her ass aflame. Pam stood back to survey her work.
"Nice and red. Now I'm going to warm up something else." Fiona felt the head of a large dildo nudge open her asshole. "I'm going to fuck your ass with this dildo, and you can rub against the horse if you like and cum. Then I'm leaving you here for a little while before you come down to cook dinner for me and my friends."
Pam pumped her ass with the lubed dildo as Fiona furiously shoved against the horse. Her first orgasm came fast, and she thrust against the invading dildo, but Pam didn't stop. She continued her assault until Fiona came again.
Then she shoved the dildo deep inside and told her to turn her head to the right. Fiona looked over and noticed the large bedroom window facing a similar window of the townhouse next door. She cried out as she noticed a man standing at the window with binoculars.
Pam laughed. "He watched the whole thing. That's Ed Yardley. He likes to watch. He was probably outside listening to you pee too. His poor wife has no idea why Ed's so interested in the dyke next door." She was still laughing as she left the room.