You should read the first two.... Of course it's complete fiction...all similarities are coincidence. .blah blah blah...
After Miss Jane left me kneeling..naked...collared, I stood. Going to the sink I looked at my reflection and sighed.
I had so many questions, so many to ask her. I started thinking of them as I washed my face. The more I thought, the angrier I began to get.
She got me drunk and took pictures. Filthy pictures. She would NOT get away with whatever pervy game she was playing.
I found some mouthwash, aspirin, and a glass to take both with. Just starting to feel a bit better, I remembered something.
I'm naked.
I don't know where my clothes are.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know who Miss Jane really is.
Taking a deep breath I wrapped a large plush towel around me and walked out to get to the bottom of everything, fiddling with my new, locked on, collar.
As I entered the bedroom Miss Jane was sitting on the end of the bed, her long legs crossed and smiling at me.
"Well you certainly look refreshed little miss big tits," she said. Again, smiling at me.
With just the slightest hesitation, just a slight crack in my voice I politely asked her, "Umm like, could you not call me that? I dont like it."
Her laugh made my eyes lower, my hands tremble. I could hear almost a note of evil in her laugh. And it chilled me.
To the bone.
"Well little miss big tits, you're really not going to like what I'm about to say then. " she said, sneering. As she eyed me up and down from my cute pink painted toes to my long blonde hair, I suddenly felt really scared.
"First of all pet, you've nothing to hide, I've obviously seen it all. Lose the towel." She grinned as she said this, licking her lip slightly.
Glaring at her I kept it on. "I'm not taking it off and like, where are my clothes?" I asked quickly.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she took out her phone. "So which of your contacts would you like me to send your first photo shoot to? Let's see. Daddy? Sister? Oh I know, your church website. Yes definitely them."
My mouth opened in horror. Could she? Of couse she could but, would she?
"You...you wouldn't do that, I mean, really?" I think I was trying to convince myself more then anything.
"You have exactly three seconds," she said as she started tapping on her phone. Her infernal phone..
Mrs. Rebecca Blaine....three years earlier...
Looking at my ringing phone, I saw at once it wasn't my dear Finley. My fiancee Finley Anders. After I said hello, the line stayed quiet for a second or three before she replied,"Well good morning precious, did you sleep well?"
I knew at once it was my new...friend. Jane.
"Listen, " she said, "I'm in my car outside your house, and I found your ring. Mind if I come up?"
I breathed a sigh of relief, though I felt a bit of trepidation at having this woman in my house. Especially considering the state I was in. Before I could answer there was a knock at the door. Putting down my phone I considered not answering but, with her in possession of my lovely engagement ring, how could I not?
It never occurred to me to wonder how she knew where I lived.
I went to the door, a bit shaky in my heels, and slowly opened it. There stood Jane, so tall in her heels. Before I could say a word she said "Come on," and pushed past me. And she wasn't alone....
"Fine then," I said, glaring at her defiantly. Slowly, unwrapping my towel I let it drop. Naked. Before her wearing only my collar. My new collar.
I deliberately kept my arms crossed over my breasts as she nodded. Trembling just a bit I kept a brave face on.
"Now you want to tell me what you're playing at?" I asked her. My blue eyes locked on hers. As she smiled and took out a small videocamera I sort of guessed, exactly what she was playing at.
"Good, you're defiant now, I like that," she said as she giggled a bit. "Makes it more fun to break a defiant spirirt."
As she talked I couldn't shake a sinking feeling. Maybe it was just my hangover but my tummy felt like it was doing turns and flops. Having a few seconds to really look at her I had to admit, despite being tall and amazonian, she really wasn't bad looking.
"While you were sleeping I made some changes. I took the liberty of deleting all your social media sites and profiles." As she said this I felt my body begin to tremble. Shaking, almost like a leaf all I could manage was to croak the word,"What?"
Continuing, she smiled, "Don't worry, soon you will have an actual website, and your first photo shoot will be on it."
"Y..you can't be serious." I stammered.
"Now, unless you want everyone you know to get a preview of your first shoot, and I don't think you do little miss church girl, you're going to kneel." Her voice suddenly less condescending and more, stern.
"Now!"
My world upside down now, still full of unanswered questions, with a whimper, I sank to my knees...
Mrs. Rebecca Blaine...three years earlier....
As I watched, the three strangers entered my house. Jane, followed by two men. Two large men. Two large black men. One was easily over six feet tall with dreadlocks. The other? Let's just say the phrase brick house came to mind. He must lift weights for a living.
Closing the door I nervously followed them into my den. They acted like this was their house, not mine. The dreadlocked one heading for the liquor cabinet, the beastly one sitting on the sofa, Jane smirking at me from the foot of the stairs.
"I'm sure you remember these two from last night precious? " she asked with a wide grin.
Looking at them both I simply shook my head no. "Im sorry, I was a bit out of sorts last night," I replied. I wasn't aware at the time why I was so out of sorts. From three glasses of wine and two tequilas. The second tequila bought by Jane whilst I freshened up. Bought and laced with something.
"Well what's in a name," said Jane as she handed me a plain dvd. "What is important, I think you'll find, is this." She pointed at the dvd player.
As I kneeled down and inserted the disc Jane walked over and stood behind me, the two black guys enjoying the contents of my liquor cabinet.
Never a heavy drinker, nor my dear Finley, the aged scotch and fine cognac were leftovers from my first marriage I simply hadn't dosposed of. I'm sure he would be quite disconcerted to know two strange black men were swilling it like some cheap rotgut.
