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eslie was now completely mesmerized by the woman – her mannish dress, and thick manly hands, her curt style of speaking, even the way she sat in a position of authority in her chair, her legs crossed, the ankle resting on her knee. Leslie would do everything the woman said. With every move of her body, Jane seduced her further. She’d never experienced anything like this before. Even though Leslie could never imagine being seduced by a man, it was Jane’s masculinity that excited her most, and that mysterious unknown quality she expressed so well in everything she did.
“I’m beginning to understand how I can submit to you, but I still don’t understand how I’ll ever do this with Robin. I never could before. We’re partners in a very equal sense. Friends. We’ve known each other for so long. How can I make her submit?”
“You’re in love with her?” Jane asked.
Leslie hadn’t thought much about love, not recently and not with regards to Robin. Going down that road was like walking through a minefield. But now that she was obliged to answer, the truth came out with little effort, “Yes. I’ve never stopped being in love with her.”
“Does she love you?”
“Yes,” Leslie replied, certain she was right.
“Then you’ll work it out, trust me. It is just for fun, just sex. Sex takes you places with people you’d never think of going in your regular life. You’ll adopt your games when the time’s right. Other times you won’t even think about Doms and subs, who’s on top, who’s bottoming. I’ve done this for years with women you’d be shocked to know have crawled at my feet. I can walk into a room with them now, and we’re easy friends, and in some cases sure enemies, but we’re clearly equals. We’ve never been anything but equals, except that for a few hours, maybe a few weeks, we decided we needed to play our power games. It was right at the time, but not forever. Right now, you need to forget about equality, friendship… all that, they’re not important to the issue you face with me.”
“No?” Leslie replied meekly.
“No,” Jane said gently shaking her head. “Right now, you’re going to follow my instructions to a tee. You’re going to do everything I say without question, and you’re going to love it. You understand that?”
“Yes,” Leslie nodded.
“You’re not going to balk because I’ll be even harder on you if you do. Trust me on that. I don’t care how much you like or don’t like pain, I’ll give you what you need, that understood?”
Quivering in fear, Leslie bit her lip like a small child.
“You may have seen me be affectionate with Dagne, but be assured she deserved it because she had taken a lot of pain, giving me what I needed. She was a good girl, just like you’ll be. You only get my loving care when you do what you’re told. Got that?”
“Yes.”
“You’re my submissive, you belong to no one else, unless I give you away. Your body is mine now, I don’t care how much you want to fuck your little bitch whore Robin, you don’t give her so much as a kiss unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, sir,” Leslie responded almost breathless. Her mind was spinning, feeling at any minute as if it might explode. All this coming down on her so quickly. She’d even called her sir… the word jumped from of her mouth unexpectedly, and yet, referring to her with this term of respect seemed perfectly natural. She’d climbed right into the role with no effort at all.
“I’m going to make it very easy on you. You won’t have to ask any more questions, you won’t have to stew in your head for days, I’m taking all those questions away. All you need to know is that what I say is your command.
“Yes, sir,” Leslie said, hypnotized by the sexual sensations that Jane created just with the tone of her voice.
“Now, come forward. Sit at the edge of the couch,” Jane ordered.
Leslie obeyed, moving to the edge of the seat where she couldn’t help but sit straight, straight as an arrow straight.
“Cup your breasts.”
Leslie responded, taking each pink marked breast in a hand and pushing it up, presenting it to the scrutinizing woman before her. Jane rose from her chair and moved to the cabinet on the far wall, drawing out a thin cane-like instrument. Maybe not a cane, but a baton, like a conductor’s baton. She walked back, taking her time, then stood in front of her new submissive, and drawing the instrument back, she brought it down on Leslie’s left breast with a quick cut. A second cut immediately followed on the right.
Leslie gasped, her body instinctively seizing up and backing away. Then, just as quickly, she righted herself sitting up straight again, staring down stunned by the two glaring red lines. Jane was quick to follow up another pair of slicing cuts that etched another two lines in her milky skin. She suspected that, following Robin’s lead, that two more would follow. She closed her eyes now waiting, trying to calm and allow her body to fully feel the enormity of what was taking place. The pain strangely crushed her resistance, sending her spiraling downward to a submissive place she’d never been.
She squelched her desire to scream, suspecting that Jane would be displeased if she did.
What was this? Suddenly, thinking and feeling like a submissive.
Jane backed off and returned the baton to the cabinet, while Leslie continued to hold her red marked breasts. The throbbing pain was slowly subsiding.
“I want you to meet me at The Arrowhead tonight,” Jane said. “You know where that is?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s say seven.”
