Chapter 02
The woman is caged
Lee Ann had to do something. What had started out as an embarrassing situation rapidly turned into a dire humiliation. She had never been able to assert herself, tending to avoid confrontation by justifying a compromise as being diplomatic. This time it wasn't a superior position she had taken, it was weak and so very wrong.
Emerging from the shower, Lee Ann rehearsed a little speech, hoping to sound confident and determined. It was difficult to think straight, while suffering from the shock of behaving so badly. Having to wash sperm from her face and thighs was so demeaning, it took a great effort to regain some composure, when all she wanted to do was run and hide. If she had something to wear she would have run all the way across town to her apartment.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. With head held high she marched into the bedroom, still hoping Maria wouldn't be waiting. No such luck. The girl was there, smiling at her.
Standing in the doorway, Lee Ann put her hands on her hips, trying to strike a defiant pose. Not hiding her body was meant to show she could cope with being naked.
"I'm going home. I won't stay here to be insulted. You don't want someone to share your apartment, you want a maid. I'm a mature woman, so you should treat me with respect. Your just a young girl, so cant order me around like a lowly maid. I'm not your little plaything to be manipulated. I'm a grown woman," Lee Ann forcefully stated.
She glared at Maria, daring her to disagree.
"Well, if that's what you really want, then go," Maria said, with a shrug of her shoulders.
They looked at each other, waiting for the other to make a first move.
"You had better get dressed, or you'll be arrested," Maria smirked.
This was unexpected, though she hadn't dare think how the girl might react. Maria stood aside, revealing clothes had been laid out on the bed. Not wanting to get too close to the big strong girl, she sidled toward the bed. A quick glance showed they weren't too bad, though they weren't her clothes.
She glared at Maria, who took a step backward, giving her room.
She didn't care what the girl had chosen for her, just so long as she could get home. Still wary of the girl she snatched up what looked like underwear. It was a stretchy nylon body-stocking. Like a pair of tights she pulled it over a foot. In a nervous hurry to get dressed, she tumbled, and Maria caught her.
"You're such a silly little thing, where do you think you are going?" Maria asked.
"Home, to my apartment!" Lee Ann said, with a wavering voice. The firm grip on her shoulders was a reminder how strong and powerful the girl was. The patronising tone of voice threatened to push her into that familiar, dreadful state of submission.
"Without the taxi fare, or keys to get in?" Maria sympathetically stated.
"Just so long as I'm away from here," Lee Ann quietly stated. Defiance was hard to maintain in the face of such a dominating figure.
"You don't have an apartment to go to, the lease has been terminated. I paid three months rent, as per the agreement, with one of your cheques," Maria stated. "The keys have been handed back. Don't worry little girl, I told you I would look after you," Maria soothingly said, while still holding onto her.
Lee Ann shivered in fear. If this was true, there was no place to escape to. She didn't have enough money for a new lease, and what she did have wouldn't last long, even in a cheap motel.
"I have to go," Lee Ann whispered, more to herself than Maria.
"Don't be silly, Leelee. The way you behaved this morning was so very bad. If you leave you'll end up whoring on the streets. Your such a naughty little thing. I'll look after you, and make sure you behave yourself," Maria firmly stated.
She didn't need reminding of that disgusting incident in the sex store. It kept resurfacing into her mind, threatening to shatter her existence. She was about to apologise to the girl, only just biting back the words. Why should she have to account of her actions to this harridan?
"You don't have any clothes, girl, besides what I give you. I threw out all those old fashioned dowdy outfits you brought here. You can't even dress yourself without falling over. You need me to look after you," Maria strongly spoke.
She sat on the bed, still holding onto Leelee, positioning the little thing before her.
"Grip my shoulders, come on naughty girl, do as your told, quickly," Maria demanded.
"Lift your foot, now the other one," Maria cajoled her. Pulling the sheer nylon up the woman's legs, she tugged it into place, lifting her up onto tip toe. Smoothing the edges of the split crotch, she smiled at the miserable looking woman.
"There, there, Leelee, don't look so sad," Maria gripped her chin in one hand, and pinched a cheek with the other. "Little Leelee's mistress will look after her little pet girl. Don't worry your silly little head about a thing. Mistress will take care of everything, you'll see.," Maria soothingly spoke, while stroking her hair.
She tugged the stretchy nylon up her torso, purposely shaking her around like a rag doll. Manoeuvring her pet's breasts into the openings, she pinched one nipple then the other.
"You like that don't you, little Leelee," Maria condescendingly cooed.
The body-stocking was sheer, fitting like a pair of tights, covering from toe to neck, yet revealing everything that shouldn't have been.
"Stand there like a good little girl, so your mistress can take look at you," Maria demanded.
Leelee felt stupid having been outmanoeuvred yet again. With nowhere to go, it seemed she was stuck there. Wearing the lewd body-stocking was worse than being naked. The feelings of oppression once more engulfed her, as tightly as the outfit. The outfits openings left her body vulnerable, reflecting how she felt inside.
More than ever she felt small and fragile, like a delicate vase balanced on the edge of a high shelf.
"Well! What's this? Didn't I tell you to shave? What have you to say for yourself, little Leelee?" Maria demanded.
"Oh! Sorry, mistress," Leelee murmured. So deep into a depression was she, it was difficult to bring her thoughts to the present. The warnings were clear, but she failed to recognise them.
"This afternoon you let those men fuck you, like the dirty little bitch you are. You deserved a spanking for that, but I let it go, knowing you needed a stricter training," Maria growled at her.
Leelee recoiled from the harsh words, almost falling at the girls feet. It was impossible to forget what happened, and that she had let it happen. Being helpless, in a high state of arousal, and cowed into submission, was no excuse.
"Oh, mistress, I'm sorry mistress," Leelee whined, now waking up to the danger she was in.
"You come in here telling me you want to leave, when you can't even look after yourself. Your such a slut you would wander off with anyone, if I didn't look after you. Just look at the state of that pussy," Maria scolded her.
"Sorry, mistress," Leelee tried to apologise, only to be cut off.
Maria grabbed a handful of hair dragging the woman over her lap. She slapped the nylon glad bottom a stinging stroke with a big black hand.
"Please mistress, I'm sorry mistress, I won't be naughty again, honest. Please don't spank me, please mistress," Leelee squealed.
It was so very satisfying spanking an adult. Maria was nearing nineteen, and could clearly remember being hit by her mother and father. The spanking was a demeaning punishment for this mature woman, especially so, when over the knee of a teenager. Maria would make sure she regularly transgressed, so as to administer plenty of spankings.
"Please don't hurt your little Leelee, mistress," she whimpered, and squirmed over the young girls lap.
"Ouch! Owww! Please mistress!" Leelee wailed and begged.
After several hard slaps her new pet succumbed. She was once more willing to obey. Maria pulled the woman round to sit on her lap, and cuddled the bawling little pet.
"Now then, little Leelee, little pet girl," she cooed, while stroking her.
"Stop that crying, right now. Behave yourself, pet," Maria demanded. She pulled one of her large breasts from under the t-shirt, and shoved it into the woman's face. "Come on pet, suck on my tit," she encouraged the woman.
Leelee sobbed dryly as she sucked on a large rubbery teat. It shouldn't have been, but it was comforting. She had never been sexually interested in another woman, yet this girl had turned her world upside down. There seemed no choice, except to learn to enjoy pleasing her mistress.
Having the other nipple presented to her, she licked it, then sucked it into her mouth. It felt natural and a calming. She felt like an infant being fed by a generous mother.
Eventually Maria pulled her breast from the pet's mouth to rub a pair of big wet breasts over its face. Pushing the pet to its feet, Leelee stood hunched over, looking demure and chastened. After all that she had been put through that day, it was no wonder she capitulated so easily.
"Are you ready to dutifully obey your mistress, Leelee?" Maria asked, with a serious and concerned tone to her voice. It was pitched just right, sounding like a concerned parental figure, designed to push the woman into accepting a submissive role.
"Yes, mistress. Leelee is sorry mistress, it won't happen again, honest! Leelee promises to be a good little girl, and do as she is told," Leelee sincerely pledged.
She swung her hips from side to side, looking up at her mistress through long eyelashes, in an obvious attempt to placate her. With one foot before the other, she struck a pose more suited to a schoolgirl than a mature woman.
Maria looked her up and down, with a smile on her face. She was encouraging the behaviour wanted, as well as smiling from recognising the signs of defeat. The mature woman was regressing into a teenager, looking up to her as the dominant female.
This had been accomplished before, with girls her own age, but this was so much more satisfying. It all started as an accident, with a fellow student who hung around for protection. Trying it again with someone she worked with, revealed a useless talent. Unable to keep two acolytes around, it turned from a game into a business venture.
