A few hours after leaving the janitors closet Elliot found herself standing in front of Jordan's apartment door lost in her own thoughts.
It was almost 7 o'clock and Elliot still wasn't sure what she was going to do.
If she knocked on the door Elliot would regret it, but she might regret it even more if she didn't.
She could have just gone home, taken a long bath and tried to forget this day ever happened, but Elliot hadn't been able to stop herself coming almost directly from the hospital to here. It was like her body wouldn't allow her to make any other decision but coming to Jordan's door, but it was unable to fully convince her to knock.
What was behind that door was terrifying but just leaving didn't feel like an option.
Elliot had been thinking about Jordan non-stop since the janitors closet. Everything she had said, everything she had done, it all echoed in Elliot's mind.
Jordan had treated Elliot like dirt but the young blonde had loved every single second of it. She had tried to deny it at first, and then when that didn't worked she had tried to fight it but that had failed too. Elliot couldn't even try to deny or fight it any more, she loved every nasty thing Jordan had made her do and craved more of it. That was why she was here. She wanted more. But could she really go through with it? Could she really allow herself to become another woman's slave?
From what she had experienced today Elliot was pretty sure this was her very last chance to back out.
Elliot knew she wouldn't be able to stop the dominating other woman from enslaving her if she gave her the chance. If she knocked on that door she would become Jordan's slave, Jordan would make sure of that.
Jordan was just so... confident, and commanding. When Jordan ordered her to do something Elliot found herself compelled to obey. Whether that was because of her own submissive nature or Jordan's dominating attitude Elliot didn't know, all she knew was if she knocked on this door and Jordan answered then she would become Jordan's slave because she couldn't say no to the other woman, couldn't stop herself from obeying the brunette's every command.
If she knocked on the door she would become a slave in every sense of the word. She would be giving up her freedom and becoming the property of somebody else. The idea of it should have disgusted her, it should have disgusted anyone, but God help her Elliot craved the way Jordan had made her feel, every fibre of her being aching to be sexually dominated again by the far more confident woman. Elliot would do anything to be dominated by Jordan again.
In the end there was no choice. No matter what small part of Elliot's mind feared becoming another woman's slave her body would let her make no other decision than that of submission.
Jordan's instructions had been echoing in Elliot's mind since she had last seen the dominating other woman so it was no problem for the young doctor to follow them.
After knocking softly on the door Elliot slowly got onto her knees, lowered her head in submission and waited.
Seconds ticked by and Elliot wondered if she should knock again, after all she was so nervous all she had managed was a rather soft knock, but just as she was about to raise her hand the door opened, revealing a pair of legs dressed in the same type of dark pants Jordan had dressed in earlier. Elliot had no reason not to believe she was in the right place, but still she was worried about begging a total stranger to take her as her slave so she tried to look up to confirm who the pair of legs belong too.
"Don't look up unless I tell you too stick." Jordan snapped angrily.
Elliot immediately lowered her head again, silently grateful Jordan had not sent her to the wrong place just to screw with her but worried that she had upset the dominating woman already.
There was silence and Elliot realised Jordan was waiting for her to beg to be enslaved, part of her instructions and the reason she was here.
Part of Elliot's mind screamed at her there was still time, that she could get off her knees and run, but Elliot didn't want to run, she... she wanted to be Jordan's slave.
Truly admitting that to herself for the first time was very freeing for Elliot and after taking a deep breath she said what she came to say.
"Please... Ms Sullivan... Mistress... I... I want to be your slave." Elliot said softly.
"Louder, and don't hesitate." Jordan commanded, "Tell me what you want twinkie."
"I... I want to be your slave." Elliot said louder than before, and then continued to beg, becoming louder with every word as she admitted what she truly wanted, "I want you to enslave me. Please make me yours. Please own me, I want you to own me. I want you to own my body. Make me do whatever you want. I want to be your lesbian slave. Please Mistress, make me your lesbian slave!"
Jordan smiled as the cute little blonde broke before her eyes, admitting what she truly wanted and in doing so taking an important step to becoming her property. Just a few more small steps and Jordan would have herself a brand new little plaything.
"I thought you weren't a lesbian stick?" Jordan mocked cruelly.
"I'll be a lesbian for you Mistress." Elliot said then added in a softer voice, "I'll be anything for you. I'll do anything for you. I just want to make you happy."
"Is that right?" Jordan questioned.
"Yes Mistress." Elliot replied.
"Look at me stick." Jordan commanded, fighting back the urge to smile as the submissive blonde immediately did as she was told, "In a second I'm going to stand back and hold this door open. If you truly want to be my slave you will crawl into my home on your hands and knees with your head down. If you do that you will be my slave, and everything that will come next will just be a formality, a fun way of making it official. Technically you will already be my slave, but you'll still need to be broken in and I'm looking forward to marking each of your holes as mine. While I'm laying claim to your every hole I can make sure to break whatever willpower is left in you. I can make sure your submission to me is complete and you understand what you are. You will be nothing but a new pet to me, a stupid animal which needs to be housebroken and trained. If you cross this threshold you will be mine. There will be no backing out, no changing your mind, no protesting, no hesitation, no nothing. You will be my slave forever. Mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?"
There was a long pause and then Elliot slowly nodded.
Jordan smiled, stepped back, held the door open and waited for the blonde to crawl into her home.
Elliot stayed rooted to the spot for a few seconds, the longest few seconds off her entire life.
Her mind was a gigantic battlefield of thoughts as she internally argued with herself, the same argument she had been having over, and over, and over again for hours only for her to reach the same conclusion that she had every time before. It was a conclusion which had left her crying in a closet again, but whatever feelings of guilt, shame, etc she might feel it didn't change the conclusion, the conclusion was she wanted to be Jordan's slave. No, she needed to be Jordan's slave. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, as when Jordan had been dominating her and she needed to feel that way again.
In reality Elliot already was Jordan's slave. Neither one of them was exactly sure when it happened, maybe it even happened in their first encounter, but at some point the dominating brunette had broken what little willpower the submissive little blonde had and enslaved her. Even when Elliot slowly crawled into Jordan's apartment it was just a formality, but that didn't stop Jordan enjoying the sight of the blonde doctor crawling into her home as a sign of her acceptance of her new role as Jordan's slave or stop Elliot questioning her decision with each tiny movement forward.
When she was all the way in Elliot stopped and waited for further instructions, just like an obedient little pet should in Jordan's opinion.
"Keep crawling until you reach the couch stick." Jordan ordered, shutting and locking the door behind her new slave.
Elliot obeyed without a word of protest, inwardly amazed at how much easier it felt crawling to the couch than it had been to crawl into Jordan's home. Obviously they both symbolised two very different things but when she had been crawling into the apartment Elliot had felt like there had been a thousand pound weight on her back and now that weight had been lifted. It wasn't difficult to figure out why. After trying to fight these feelings of lesbian submission for so long it actually felt freeing to give in and willingly give herself to another woman as a slave. It was so weird. Being enslaved made Elliot feel free.
Lost in her own thoughts Elliot barely even noticed Jordan overtaking her and sitting down on the couch long before she reached it, and when she finally did she stopped right in front of Jordan and waited to be told what to do next. She didn't have to wait long.
"Get on your knees with your hands in your lap and your head down stick." Jordan ordered, smiling when Elliot immediately obeyed her, before reaching over for her drink which she took and sipped slowly, waiting a little while before speaking again just so she could watch her little pet squirming in anticipation, "In case you're worried twinkie, I'm not going to ruin your career. I always get a kick out of using and abusing doctors and if you lose your job you lose a lot of you're appeal to me. So days like today will be rare and I will mostly leave you alone at work, but every so often I will have you drop everything, just because I can, and you will never, ever deny me because you are mine now. You are my slave and you will do as you're told. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress." Elliot said softly.
"Good, and you better remember to always address me as that from now on. At work you will refer to me as Ms Sullivan, but that is to be the only exception. Everywhere else, even in the middle of a crowded street, you will call me Mistress. Understand?" Jordan asked.
"Yes Mistress." Elliot said softly.
"Good girl. Now, after you have been properly broken in there will be additional training in which I will give you a list of rules and instructions you will follow, but there'll be plenty of time for that later and I'm eager to get that soft little mouth of yours back on my pussy. But first I still think a little spanking is in order." Jordan said, her tone becoming even more confident and domineering, "Stand up."
Elliot stood up quickly and waited for her next instruction while Jordan eyed her like a snake would eye a mouse.
"Pull down your pants." Jordan ordered.
Elliot did as she was told and was left to stand there for a few long moments feeling ridiculous, like she had just been pantsed or something.
