This story combines aspects of Lesbian Sex, BDSM, and Non-Consent/Reluctance. If any of these topics offend you please read no further. All characters engaging in sexual activity in this story are age eighteen or older.
Kneeling on the floor I wait, naked, hands secured behind my back with two leather wrist cuffs connected together by a very short chain. A red ball gag is held in my mouth by a leather strap buckled around my head. Both of my nipples are pierced with matching gold rings. My legs are spread apart displaying my hairless cunt for all to see. Leather cuffs matching those on my wrists are on each ankle. A shiny stainless-steel metal collar with a ring attached at the front is securely locked around my neck. My head is up, but my eyes are cast down looking at the floor. The intense training that I have experienced over the last several months has left me with no choice but to comply.
Sitting next to me in a soft comfortable chair, the leash connected to the ring on my collar around my neck casually draped across her lap, is my owner. That is right you heard me say that correctly, my owner. My ass is red and sore from the twenty-five lashings I have just recently received for not arriving at her home on time. Five for each minute of the five minutes I was late. Around the room sit another dozen or so women. Drinking champagne and socializing amongst themselves. All are elegantly dressed in evening gowns despite it being only midafternoon on a Saturday. They are all talking amongst themselves about the many different topics of the day. All are paying little to no attention at all towards the naked slave kneeling in the room as if it were an everyday occurrence. Every now and again one or two will casually glance my way. Each anticipating what they know is about to begin.
As I wait my thoughts begin drifting back to the beginning. Has it really only been six months since my life has so drastically changed? How events I would have never seen occurring in a million years have led me to my current situation. Down a path I never would have thought I would travel. It is almost impossible to imagine how far I have fallen in such a short amount of time. But I have.
My name is Lauren. I am 42 years old, married, with two children. One boy and one girl. I met my husband Mark just one year out of high school and we were married within two years after that. He is two years older than me. I did not have very much sexual experience when I first met Mark having only been with two other guys once each before the first time Mark and I slept together.
Although I did not have very much to really compare him to, to me he was the most wonderful lover any woman could want. We married a year after Mark graduated from college. I became pregnant with our first child right away. A boy we named Brian. Our daughter Rebecca followed two years later.
Mark got a real good job right out of college and quickly began climbing the corporate ladder. I dropped out of college soon after we married, and I became pregnant with Brian. I loved every day of being the stay at home mom. Mark put a lot of long hours into work in those early years while I stayed at home raising the kids. School activities and sports such as softball for Rebecca, baseball for Brian, and soccer for them both filled my day. As well as all the many other things that go into raising two very active young children.
Over the next few years, as unfortunately happens in a lot of marriages, sex between my husband and I became less and less frequent as Mark started working longer hours. He was doing very well, and his salary alone provide us with more than a very comfortable living. But with this success in his career it also required him to start traveling for business more and more frequently. Sometimes he would even be gone for several weeks at a time. During this time, I devoted myself to our two children which left little time for myself. By the time Brian was sixteen I had become very overweight and Mark had started to completely lose interested in any type of physical contact with me.
It was two years later, when I could not stand it any longer. Mark would be coming home from a long business trip on Friday. I arranged for the kids to stay at my parents' house for the weekend. I prepared a romantic candlelit dinner just for the two of us. Wanting to look as good as possible for when Mark got home, I had even bought a new dress. I wanted to look my very best for him. I even bought some sexy new lingerie to wear later. Which was not easy to find because of my large size. Wearing the dress, I set about to seduce my husband. When Mark got home, I met him at the door.
I still remember the expression in Mark's face when he saw me and the candles on the dinner table. I could see it in his eyes, he was not in the least bit interested. After eating dinner in almost near silence Mark moved his belongs from the master bedroom into the guest room. Since that night he has been sleeping in that room every night that he is home.
For the next week I cried myself to sleep almost every night knowing that the love of my life is asleep in another room no longer interested in me. Each morning I stared at my naked body in the mirror almost becoming disgusted looking at the reflection of what I had become. Slowly the realization that a change was needed started to form. The kids are older now. Brian would be leaving for college soon and Rebecca was now in high school. They did not need their mom as much. The romantic dinner plan did not go as expected, but it slowly lit a fire in my belly that started to burn stronger and I decided it was time that I started to put some devotion towards my own life. The first step was to shed those extra pounds and regain the beautiful body I had when I first met my husband.
The next day I joined a health fitness club and started working out. Over the next few months, I worked hard on my body. I visited the club almost daily, and when I could not make it to the club, I ran. Only a mile or so at first. But within a few weeks I was covering several miles a few times a week.
The results were slow in coming but over time, I slowly began to drop some weight, and I started to feel so much better about myself. But what did not happen, was that Mark did not seem to notice. Not once did he congratulate me on my improved appearance. Or even worse he failed to make any comment on my increasingly good looks.
I continued to visit the club, even as my frustrations with my husband grew. One day about a year ago I was at the club standing in front of a mirror in just yoga pants and a top staring at myself. I had lost almost thirty pounds, but I was not all the way to where I wanted to be, but I thought to myself, 'Damn, I look really good.' I started stretching getting ready for my spin class when a woman about ten years longer than I walked up next to me and started stretching as well. I had seen her around the club several times before. She smiled at me then introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Hannah, I've been noticing you around the club for the last several months. I am really impressed by how hard it is that you have been working out."
"Hi, I'm Lauren and thanks for noticing, at least someone is," I answered.
As the two of us continued to stretch I could not help noticing how beautiful Hannah is. She stood at about three inches shorter than my 5'6" with long light brown hair, big brown eyes, slim waist, with a well sculpted muscular shoulders, arms and legs. Her small but obviously firm breasts stood proudly on her chest.
I had to stop and asked, "You are so beautiful, and your body is amazing. I'm guessing your husband is very happy." Noticing the ring on her finger.
Hannah laughed and said, "I'm not married."
"But you're wearing a ring."
