Chapter 4
A wealthy woman submits to being a girl's pet
The woman had submitted to blackmail so quickly Miranda, at first, had trouble finding ways to humiliate her. Miranda then set on a course of deliberately trying to make Geraldine feel worthless, and it had worked. The thirty-two year old woman had given her a hard time, when she came round to help out. Now the self-important, stuck up bitch, was her pet, ready to obey anything she demanded.
Only a few days ago Geraldine was a self-assured, mature and responsible woman, considered a pillar of society. How this young eighteen-year-old had subverted her was a mystery; it was diabolical. She had told herself it was necessary to give in to her teasing, to avoid the disgrace of that nasty video being made public.
That was how her downfall started. The simple teasing had developed into a harsh regime of punishment and humiliation, until at some point, she had completely capitulated. Miranda had her jumping through perverted hoops, way beyond her circle of experience. It wasn't just uncomfortable it was humiliating beyond endurance, breaking her will to resist.
She had been cleverly manipulated into becoming this girls pet. Now her self-image was being rebuilt, to the girls own low standards of morality; having to perform vile degrading sexual acts on demand.
The young girl had forced her to realise a nasty truth about herself. She was a submissive! Miranda and a young friend had laughed about it, ridiculing her, as she crawled around on the end of a leash between them.
On hearing the frightening tale of a woman being sold as a sex slave, Geraldine not only gave up resisting, she began to try in earnest to please her mistress. The idea of being sold like a mere object was appalling, and so she decided to keep Miranda happy, and avoid the dreadful prospect.
On the drive back to her home, Geraldine stared out of the window, unable to look at her tormentor. Could she really play along with her despicable games, just to keep the little slut happy? It was a disheartening prospect but she would find the strength somehow.
There was a slight hope this would all end on arriving home, to her husband, yet this new state of submissiveness would mark her for a long time to come. A nagging feeling of imminent doom filled her with trepidation. Why had the girl bought those fetish clothes and dreadful toys, if this was to end so soon?
She hoped they were just a parting gift, a last humiliation inflicted upon her.
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"Bring everything into the house," Miranda dismissively ordered. She walked from the garage into the house without a backward glance, expecting the woman to obey.
"Yes, mistress," Geraldine whispered submissively. Her husband was sure to be home by now, so how was she to explain away the dress? The light summer dress was far more revealing than she would ever consider wearing, and underneath it was an all in one bodysuit.
Nervously, she entered the kitchen, no longer the mistress of her own home.
"Go get the other stuff, quickly," Miranda ordered, treating the older woman like a servant.
Geraldine scampered out, wondering where her husband was. If he wasn't there she was in trouble. All these items purchased in that dreadful sex shop were to be tried out on her. She didn't know what her mistress had bought, but the sight of those disgusting things on shelves and racks was daunting.
"You had better take that dress off. Pet doesn't want to be punished for getting it dirty, do we pet," Miranda warned her.
"No mistress, I mean, yes, mistress," Geraldine stammered. Wearing just a thin nylon body stocking in the kitchen was embarrassing, and naturally she wanted to cover herself, in case someone saw her through the window. Nevertheless, she had learnt to stand straight, with arms out at her sides, or receive a slap.
She stood before the young girl, feeling small and insignificant under her close examination. She had done this to the girl last week, examining her fingernails to make sure they were clean. So this is how humiliating it felt, to be treated like menial servant.
"Feel the seam at the crotch. Now pull it apart, that's it. Go to the toilet, unless pet would rather go outside?" she teased.
"Thank you, mistress," Geraldine whimpered gratefully, remembering the ordeal of last night. The memory of having to urinate outside was disgusting, and in daylight it would be excruciating. Some busybody would be sure to see her.
"You can make lunch. Bring it into the lounge. Something for you too, you know how, don't you?" Miranda asked her pet, with a knowing smile.
"Yes, mistress," Geraldine quickly replied. Without thinking Geraldine bowed her head in supplication to her mistress.
The humiliation of eating food from a dog bowl lessened, as she became used to it. Besides, she was sure there were worse things to come.
"You've lapped up all your dinner like a good little pet," Miranda cooed, while patting her head. The patronising tone of voice had become a habit; no longer needed to enforce the relationship of mistress and pet.
"Now you can take off your mistress's panties. Unlike my wanton pet, I get to wear them, as I don't get them slimy with sex juices all the time," Miranda explained, rubbing in the woman's lowly status.
"What do you think of your mistress's pussy, pet?" she asked, as though it were an ordinary everyday question, about a pair of shoes.
"Its nice mistress," Geraldine squirmed.
"Is that all? Well, you'll learn better. Lick it and kiss it. That's it worship your mistress's pussy, like a good little pet. That's enough. Wipe my pussy with them. Push the crotch in a little bit. Mmmm, that feels nice, kind of different, but nice. Enough! Put them in your mouth, no, the crotch first. Let them dangle from your mouth, that's it, perfect," she giggled.
Geraldine's face was screwed up unpleasantly, with a look of distaste. The flavour and odour was pungent and there was no getting away from it.
