Chapter 1

Joanne

Mrs. Kelly is a regular MILF; at thirty-four she stands at 5’ 9”, slim, and with an ass and a pair of double D tits that you could bounce a quarter off, long blonde wavy hair that hangs all the way down to her bubble ass, and a pair of bright crystal clear blue eyes set in a face of classical beauty with high cheekbones and full lips. There is no denying it, she is the bomb. She is also widowed and thoroughly conservative. Her dress style of choice is no doubt chosen in an attempt at downplaying her natural bodaciousness; foolish, as there is nothing that can hide those curves, at least not fully, not enough to avoid stares and advances. Still, she tries to keep her head up high and ignore the effect she has on men and women alike as best she can. She also lives across the street from me and I’ve known her since I was a kid. I guess she thinks of me as her niece, as she never forgets my birthday or to inquire how I’m doing in school. I guess that is why I should feel particularly bad about what I’m about to do as I walk up her driveway, but I don’t. Instead I feel my pussy itch with excitement and my heart beat strong and quick.

Ringing the bell, she appears within seconds, looking gorgeous as always, but putting herself to shame at the same time with a chunky sweater and a pair of baggy jeans. Instead of capitalizing on her looks, rejoicing in her femininity, she tries to hide it. What a waste of beauty.

“Oh, Joanne,” she says. “How great to see you. What’s up?” Her smile is bright and sincere, but I’m certain it won’t be there in a bit.

“Anna, there is something I want to show you,” I say and can tell she is taken aback by my use of her first name. For as long as I’ve known her, despite our familiarity, I’ve always addressed her as Mrs. Kelly. But today, things are about to change. Today, she is getting to know a whole new me and she will be exploring a whole new side of herself under my direct supervision. We are about to get very intimate and that alone warrants addressing each other on a first name basis.

“Eh, yeah, sure,” she says after recovering herself. I can tell from the frown between her perfect arched eyebrows that she is trying to figure out what is up and the only reason why she hasn’t scolded me is because of her gentle and well bred nature. Silly Anna.

The interior of her home reflects her conservative nature and is furnished with one antique after another. I guess with the money she was paid from her hubby’s life insurance, antiques are not out of reach. Taking the lead, I pass through the hallway, even admiring my cute self in the full-size mirror; only 5’4” myself, I’m plenty cute, but more in that young girl kind of way, not all curvaceous woman like Anna; dressing like a hot teen to maximize effect in skirts that are too short and tops that are too tight, not to mention my killer high heels, I draw plenty of admirers myself, but I’m still not in Anna Kelly’s league, no one I know is. The living room is all Persian rug from one end to the other, and yet more antiques. Falling back on the leather couch, knowing how she’ll hate it, I give Anna a big confident smile.

“Joanne,” she starts, readying herself to have a word with me.

“Anna, save it,” I say casually, my pussy throbbing at the thought of what I am about to do to her. If I were inclined to pity, then now would be the moment to pity the poor woman, but I don’t. My hormone levels, at an all time high at eighteen, are taking the lead and I could no more stop myself as I could stop a runaway train that is heading for a cliff. This woman is mine to do with as I please and I love it.

“Joanne,” she says again, this time in an exasperated way, her hands on her hips. No doubt she thinks this is just a teenage thing and things will be all right in a day. “What has gotten into you?”

“This,” I say, throwing the rolled up magazine at her feet. It doesn’t fall open at any of the damaging pages, but I can see shock register in her face when she sees the cover. In fact, it is more than just shock that draws the blood from her face, it is sheer horror. Her blue eyes grow wide, darting from the cover to me and I see her connect the dots, then back to the cover again and her shoulders slump. I can literally see hope leave her body by the way she hangs her head and the weak voice that asks me what I want.

“You, Anna. I want you.” I wait a spell to let the words sink in. “All of you.” That is when she surprises me with an anger I foolishly hadn’t anticipated. Instead of surrender, I see her jaw muscles work hard under her perfect skin, and when she looks up, her eyes spit fire at me, her entire body trembling with an anger that sends a bolt of fear down my spine, and for a moment I actually fear she is about to attack me physically.

“Out!” she says with unconcealed anger. “Out, now!”

I don’t hesitate; I am not that stupid or tired of life. So, I leave as fast as my legs can carry me and only when I’m safely in my room do I curse myself for leaving the magazine behind. “Fuck,” I say under my breath and kick the air as if that is going to change anything. I’m angry at myself now and Anna is about to find out that I won’t be brushed off this easily. After weeks of fantasizing about it, I now feel I am entitled to her as my possession and I won’t let my pet tell me otherwise. The loss of the magazine is more a sentimental one than practical. I’ve made scans of each page and sent copies of it to both my email accounts as well as putting it into dropbox, and it only takes me moments before I have a fresh set of prints in my hands. Color prints at 200% of their original size to make an impression. Writing my cellphone number on one of them, I already feel much better. We’ll see who has the last words here, bitch, I think when I roll the prints up and cross the street, imagining the look on her beautiful face when she sees the prints on the floor and what would have happened if it had been someone else to find them, when I slip them under the door and ring the bell. I don’t have to wait long before I hear her approaching footsteps, followed by a soft cry. Pleased with myself, I walk back, certain I’ll have a call within five minutes. I’m right; even before I’m at the front door, my cell rings. Content to let it ring and have her sweat, I go to my room and leisurely lie down on bed as it keeps ringing until it goes to voicemail. Then I wait until she calls again.

“Joanne, please,” Anna says when I answer, no more anger in her voice, only the despair of a woman with her back to the wall. I decide that I enjoy the begging tone to her normally calm voice and let her talk. “This isn’t you and that woman in those pictures wasn’t me, not the real me. It was a crazy time in my life and I was desperate,” she says before falling silent with a sob. Thinking of the woman in the pictures, several cocks buried deep inside her and a look of sexual frenzy in her eyes, it sounds like Anna is either lying to me or herself. “I was broke and really needed the money, my ex had left me with debt that he’d made behind my back and I was about to get kicked out on the street. That’s why I did that, not because I wanted to, and I’ve regretted that foolish decision ever since. You have no idea how it has been for me. Always afraid someone would find those old pictures somewhere,” she continues and falls silent again. I can sure imagine her fear. With her image, she’d lose her entire social standing if that ever came out, and that is my ace. That is what I’m counting on. That dirty little secret will make her into my very own blonde bombshell of a pet. Again I feel my pussy twitch in anticipation of all the things that I am about to do to Anna Kelly. “Don’t do this, Joanne, please,” Anna pleads as if she has read my mind.

“Do what?” I ask, as sweetly as I can, enjoying myself fully, my hand finding its way under my skirt and into my panties.

“You know,” Anna says softly, not wanting to say the words that hang unspoken between us but which we both know will be said sooner or later, no matter if she begs for a mercy she would be foolish to expect.

“You tell me, Anna,” I say, a jolt of pleasure shooting through my pussy, my fingers working my clit fast and hard. Just knowing I can do anything I want with this woman drives up the heat between my legs. Who said power is the ultimate aphrodisiac? It is true.

“You know,” Anna says again, sounding she is about to cry, and falls silent.

“Anna,” I say sternly, a tone I’ve never used on any adult before, like I‘m scolding a child, “if we are to communicate efficiently then I suggest you express yourself in a clear and concise way. Have I made myself clear?”

She is silent for a long time before she speaks again. The resignation in her voice telling me has already given up on talking me out of it. “Yes.”

“Then what is it that you are advising me not to do?”

“Blackmailing me,” she says softly. “Please don’t. Like I said, I was desperate and that wasn’t really me and not a day goes by that I don’t regret that decision.”

“And why shouldn’t I blackmail you, Anna?” I say trying to sound casual. Hard to do with both my heart pounding away excitedly and my leaking snatch throbbing.

“Joanne—” she starts but I instantly cut her off.

“Mistress, Anna. That is how you will address me, from now on, unless there are others around that we both know.”

“Please,” she says and I can tell she is crying now, and I don’t care. Instead, my pussy throbs that much harder. Poor Anna. “Mistress,” she adds within two seconds. With the unspoken threat of what will happen without her full compliance, we both know there is nothing she can do. Either the whole neighborhood will find those pictures in the mailbox, together with her fellow church members, as well anyone looking her up on the net, or she will accept her new status in life as my pet. Sometimes life presents us with choices that are as simple as that.

“Anna, there is something we need to discuss,” I say slowly.

“Yes,” Anna says after another pause, again adding, “Mistress,” after a short pause.

“The way you dress sucks ass, girl.”

“I am sorry,” Anna says and actually sound genuinely apologetic. I guess at this stage, she is genuinely interested in making me happy, I know I would be if I were in her place. The mistress part follows faster this time, but still with the undertone of resentment. She’ll get used to it, though.

“But I am certain with some effort that can be fixed,” I say as I shudder when my throbbing clit sends another wave of pleasure through me. Part of me can’t believe I am doing this to another woman, let alone Mrs. Kelly. Another part is jumping up and down with excitement and doing backflips.

“Of course, Mistress,” Anna says, not hesitating at the mistress part, now. Maybe the foolish woman thinks that all I require of her is a change in image, in that case she is in for a real surprise. “Anna, from now on, you will dress in a way that does justice to those curves of yours,” I say with a broad grin. “So get ready for some shopping and don’t forget to bring your wallet.” Disconnecting before she has a chance to reply, I spend the next half hour playing with my swollen clit, making it send wave after wave of pleasure through me as I think about Anna and the things I have in store for her.

Chapter 2

Joanne

“Anna,” I say disapprovingly when she appears in the doorway of her front door. “What did I say?”

“I, eh,” she starts and I slap her hard across her face. The first thing she does after a loud shriek escapes from between her lips, is look around in panic to see if there are any witnesses. She is lucky; in a quiet suburb at the end of a cul-de-sac during office hours, there is no one to witness her humiliation but me. “What did I do wrong?” Anna says, perplexed, then adds, ”Mistress,” and blushes. Must be hard for a grown woman to address a teenager like that.

“From now on, I expect full compliance, Anna,” I say, my voice all teenage sweet. “You answering the door dressed like that does not meet that requirement.”

“Of course, Mistress,” she says quickly, one hand rubbing her burning red cheek that stands in stark contrast to the paleness surrounding it. “I am so sorry.”

“You should be,” I say, trying my best to look angry when in fact I’m thrilled and delighted. “Aren’t you inviting me in?”

“Please come in, Mistress,” she says, quickly stepping aside, and just as quickly shutting the door behind me after I’ve entered.

“On your knees.”

“My what?” she says, shock in those big round blue eyes that gets my pussy throbbing again. Another hard slap has her kneeling down without another word. Seeing her on her hands and knees at my feet, her head down in defeat, I decide I like Anna Kelly like that. Walking to the living room, where I let myself fall down again on the leather couch, I don’t even have to tell her to follow me.

“You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?” I say, taking in the flawless beauty of my new pet. My first pet, in fact. She doesn’t say anything in response; instead she just looks at me with a shell-shocked expression on her face. “Those pictures,” I continue and see her cringe, her eyes closed tight as if that could ward off the reality she is facing, “really took me by surprise. I bet they’ll take the rest of the neighborhood by surprise too, and that priest you love listening to,” I say to bring home the fact that she no options. You are mine now until the day you die, Anna Kelly; that is what I’m telling her and she doesn’t object. “Take off that stupid sweater,” I snap, enjoying myself as I go from sweet spoken to snapping like a hostile bitch. I can tell it has an effect on her as she loses no time in pulling the loose sweater over her head. Beneath it, she is wearing a granny bra, containing those fat tits of hers. Me? I’m a B cup and I’d kill for a pair like that. “The bra,” I say.

“Mistress,” Anna starts but decides not to finish her sentence as I throw her a warning look.

“Smart pet,” I say as her hands reach behind her back, keeping her head turned away and her eyes cast down, unhooking her bra. Seeing her slide the straps over her shoulders, I consider it a crowning victory, and I realize her tits are much firmer than I had expected. Standing up proud and firm, there was nothing of the sag that you’d expect from tits her size, the pinks nipples instantly drawing my attention as I imagine how great they would look thoroughly pierced. “Now lean back on your hands, Anna,” I say, getting my handycam ready; I’d be stupid to let a memorable event like this pass by undocumented. “Don’t worry,” I say as I register the look of fear in her eyes when she sees me raise my phone. “I’ve already got all I need to keep you nice and docile, don’t I?” She doesn’t say anything. Leaning back, her chest high, I film her showcasing her rack. “All courtesy of you, that is,” I continue. Look at me and smile.” She looks thoroughly miserable following the command. “Really, what were you thinking doing that shoot, Anna?” I say and watch the fake smile crash. With the corners of her mouth drawn down and her growing shame clear in her face, I feel hornier than ever. “I asked you a question, pet,” I say softly. “What were you thinking? Or maybe you were showing a secret side of yourself? Is that it? Secretly not so uptight, but really just a horny little bitch?”

“No,” she says, the single word coming out as a cry.

“Excuse me?” I say, displeasure in my voice.

Realizing her mistake, she quickly says the obligatory, “Mistress.”

“You are saying I am wrong, then?”

“I was desperate and–“ she falls quiet. No doubt she is well aware that anything I say is to be accepted as the truth, no matter how farfetched, as part of our deal.

“No, Anna, that wasn’t it,” I say in my sweet teen voice. “Desperate doesn’t cover it. What I think, dear Anna Kelly, is that secretly you are one horny bitch who enjoyed getting her pussy reamed by three different guys.” Smiling broadly, I watch her eyes pool over and decide to drive the stake in a bit deeper. “I bet you miss those days, don’t you? How many shoots did you do, bitch?”

“Just that one, Mistress,” she says, as if that would make a difference.

“Any movies?”

Her eyes widening, she assures me she never did that. “Never, Mistress!”

We’ll have to change that, I think, but keep my thoughts to myself. “Drop the pants,” I say coolly.

I can tell she is going over her options again during the moment of hesitation, and the resignation that follows tells me she has again reached the inevitable conclusion that compliance is the only viable way forward. Sitting up straight, her hands shake as she opens the jeans and after thinking for a moment, she leans over on one hand and starts pulling the jeans down her round hips with the other. I look up exasperatedly, taking in the granny panties that brace her ass. Really, a woman like her dressing like this ought to be a crime.

“Panties too, Anna.”

Frozen for a moment, she predictably gives in after several seconds and pulls the panties down too, her face turning a bright red.

“I love seeing you blush, Anna,” I say, not stopping filming her leaning on one hand as she struggles to get the jeans and panties down her lower legs, her shoes already kicked off without me having to tell her to. “Few women look half as good as you naked, you know.” When she doesn’t reply, “I just gave you a compliment, pet.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Anna says, not sounding appreciative at all. That will come with time, though. Time and a firm hand will teach her to be appreciative of what I’m doing; excavating the real Anna Kelly, presently hiding under an obviously thick layer of self-denial.

“Lean back again and knees far apart,” I say. Surprised, I took in her Venus hill, waxed as smooth as a baby. “I didn’t expect that,” I say as I aim the handycam. “I guess you are full of surprises, Anna.”

“Harry liked it like that, Mistress,” Anna offers as an explanation, her face burning red.

“Then Harry was a man of good taste. Cup those fat jugs and give me a smile,” I say, knowing the smile would be the more challenging part. "I said smile," I say again, as she loses her forced smile fast while I’m filming, zooming in and zooming out. "You are in front of the camera, after all." With her offering up her fat tits, her legs wide, she looks smoking hot and thoroughly miserable. What is not to love? "Let's hope the reverend never gets to see this, eh?" She doesn't reply. "It is all up to you, Anna. It all depends on your ability to be a good pet or not. You understand that, don’t you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Anna says meekly.

"Turn around, pet. I want some shots of you on your hands and knees, looking at me over your shoulder."

Wordlessly she does as she is told, although I can tell it is taking her effort to overcome her growing shame and I can see anger smoldering in her eyes. "Will you still tell my mom that I'm such a sweet kid, Anna?" That got her. Frozen in place again, she is silent for a long time until I slap her ass hard, drawing a cry that is more shock than pain. "Answer me, bitch! Will you still tell Mom how I'm such a sweet kid?"

"Yes, Mistress," Anna says with a sob. It seems all the excitement is really getting to her. Forgetting decorum, she turns around and crawls over to me, her hands grabbing my legs as she begs. "Please, Joanne, don't do this! You are not like this!" Instead of anger, I feel amused. She has no idea what I really am like and I'm looking forward to introducing her to my dark side.

"Anna," I say softly, looking down in her sobbing face, "you know that you will be punished for what you just did, don't you?" Seeing her eyes widen, I watch the last bit of hope for mercy slowly burn away inside her, to be replaced by an expression of defeat. "I like that look on your beautiful face, Anna. You make a real prize pet," I say, stroking her hair. "Now, don't worry, I understand this is a challenge for you. One day, you are this uptight and decent lady, the next you are commanded to be your true, slutty self."

"I'm not a slut," Anna says quickly. I decide to forget for now the omission of 'mistress'. There will be plenty of time for that.

"Hush, Anna, you don't have to be ashamed of what you are. Those pictures speak for themselves," I say in my sweet teen voice.

"But—" Anna says, tears in her eyes, but I continue as is if she hadn't said a word.

"You have to understand, Anna, that I decide what is true and what is not," I say, trailing one of her tears with my index finger. "So when I say that you are one horny bitch, then what do you say to that?"

I watch her mouth open and close, her mind busy trying to find the right answer, and when she finds it, her mouth keeps hanging wide open. Grabbing her under her chin, I bring her face up, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on my skin. "Well?" I hiss.

"That I am a horny bitch, Mistress," Anna says softly.

"Good girl," I say and reward her with a smile. "Mark my words, Anna, I'll make a great pet out of you. Next year, around this time? You won't even remember the stuck up cunt that you used to be and that is a promise." I can tell she is taking me seriously from the look of sheer horror on her face. "What? You thought this was just a onetime thing?" I can't help but laugh as I say it. "Anna Kelly, from this day on you are mine and you better not forget it. When I say that you are a horny bitch then you will act like it, won't you?"

Nodding her head, she can barely get the words out. "Yes, Mistress."

"And you'll tell Mom what a sweet girl I am, of course."

"Yes, Mistress," she says again, the corners of her full lips turned down in anguish.

"Now get your ass back in place! On all fours, ass up high, and you are going to give me a sincere smile when you look at me over your shoulder!" I snap, relishing in my new found power and the way it makes my young pussy throb. "Get to it, bitch!" There! Show her who is boss. Indulging might get a pet all confused as to who is in charge. Watching her follow my command, quietly sobbing, is a delight that warms my heart and raises the heat between my legs a bit more, and it isn't long before she looks at me over her shoulder, her round ass high up as commanded, offering me the most pathetic excuse for a smile ever. "Anna, are you trying to piss me off?"

"No, Mistress, I'm not," she says, panic already rising in her eyes and voice.

"Then give me a real smile, bitch! Think of something happy!" I can see her struggle in her face and wonder if she will succeed. In the meantime, I keep filming and am surprised that she actually succeeds at coming through. Whatever it is she is thinking of, it provides that beaming smile I was after, and I press my thighs together, wishing I could rub my clit, zooming in on that smile. "Good pet.”

"Thank you, Mistress," she says, her smile rapidly fading.

"No one likes a lousy pet, Anna. You best remember that. A lousy pet might have her dark little secret distributed through the entire neighborhood."

"I know, Mistress."

I give Anna a nod to encourage her to keep talking.

"I'll do my very best, Mistress," Anna says and falls silent. Another nod to prod her on. I'm curious what she will come up with in an attempt at ingratiating herself to me. "I'll be a smart and well-behaved pet," she finally says.

"A smart pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I don't think I want that, Anna. What else can you offer me?" I ask, squatting beside her, one hand running over the smooth skin of her back, slowly making my way to that perfect centerfold ass.

"Offer?" she says, her eyes big and begging.

"Yes, what else can you offer, Anna?"

"I - I can be a horny bitch, Mistress," she finally stammers after a long pause, her face flushed.

"I'd like that, Anna," I say. "My own horny bitch, yes?"

"Yes, Mistress," she stammers.

"A cockhungry and obedient bitch, right?"

Nodding sadly, I watch her swallow back her tears.

"I can't hear you, pet," I say, disapprovingly.

"Your cockhungry and obedient bitch," Anna manages to force out, almost choking on the hurt and anger that is clearly written on her beautiful face.

"You'll hate it, though," I whisper in her ear. "Won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," she says and for a moment I suspect she is about to beg me again for mercy. Lucky for her, she doesn't.

"That's alright, Anna," I whisper. "You'll pretend you'll love it, though, right? Just to make me happy."

"I will, Mistress," she says, a shudder running through her when my hand grabs her ass tight.

"Good, pet," I say, slapping her ass hard, loving the shriek I get as a reward. "Now let’s go to your room and see if there is anything decent for you to wear. Lead the way, bitch."

"Yes, Mistress," Anna meekly says. Watching her rise, I ask her what the fuck she thinks she is doing. Startled, she tells me she is doing what I told her to. Standing up straight myself, I give her a look that is a mixture of contempt and pity.

"Anna, Anna, Anna," I say, one hand going to the nipple of her left tit. Standing in front of her, I'm so much shorter and the knowledge that I am controlling this perfect Amazonian beauty sends another lustful throb through my pussy. "Maybe you are a dumb pet, after all. Maybe it would be good if you actually were a smart pet." Looking at me with a startled look in her eyes, I twist the pink nipple hard, the pain distorting her face in a grimace as a soft cry wells up from the back of her throat. "A bitch like you should crawl like all bitches do, don't you agree?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Anna says, already dropping quickly to her knees.

"Now stop wasting time and lead the way, dumb cow!" For good measure I slap her ass as hard as I can and realize I really enjoy doing it. That bitch will have her ass spanked on a daily basis from now on, I promise myself, watching her crawl ahead of me.

As expected, there isn't really anything in her closet that is to my liking. The best I can get is a blouse that I have her put on and tie tight just below her tits, showcasing her flat stomach. Without a bra and with the top four buttons undone, she is showing enough cleavage to make it passable clothing for a pet. I have her put on a black skirt that is too wide and touches her knees and tell her that it'll be the last time she'll wear it. "From now on, you'll dress in an appropriate way for a horny bitch, Anna." A pair of flat shoes and we are ready for our shopping spree. "Go get your wallet," I say and follow her out of the bedroom. "I bet it is a relief not to wear those silly panties and that bra anymore," I say, watching her struggle down the stairway on all fours. “From now on, panties and a bra are a thing of the past, Anna.”

"Yes, Mistress," Anna says and from the sound of it, she is dreading it. Good. “Thank you, Mistress.”

I can tell just from the sound of her voice that she is already worried what that means for her concretely. Smart pet. She would be stupid not to be worried. I plan that, before the day is over, she will look back on that shoot as a walk in the park. Hit hard and hit fast is the motto I've adopted to break her in. Goodbye Mrs. Kelly of old and welcome Anna the Bitch-Slut.

"Now let's go and get you a collar and a leash," I say, horror spreading across her face, when we reach the front door. "We'll take your car and I'll even let you walk to it. What do you say to that, pet?"

"Thank you, Mistress," she says and this time she sounds sincere.

She looks thoroughly miserable all the way to the point when we pull up at the parking area, as she should, and I leave her going over in her mind what is happening, in silence, knowing that my silence will only add to her torment. She'll have her tits bounce with each step she takes and guys eyeing her. But I fully intend to make matters much worse than that. Her tits bouncing freely and the ample amount of cleavage will be the least of her worries.

"Ready to shop, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Where do you think we should stop first? Lingerie or maybe a pair of new shoes?"

"Shoes, Mistress," she says quickly.

"Lingerie it is then," I retort with a smile. "Aren't you going to thank me for looking after you?"

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Time to get you some slutty high heels, don't you agree?"

"I agree, Mistress.” She’ll have to start taking acting classes if she ever wants to lie convincingly.

"Actually, when I think of it, I think the pet store should be our first stop," I say slowly as I open the passenger’s door.

Looking at me with dread in her eyes, she asks "The pet store, Mistress?"

"I did promise to get you a collar and a leash, didn't I?"

"Oh," is all she manages to offer in return. Seeing my raised eyebrow and stern look, she hastens to thank me again.

"Don't mention it, Anna. Part of being your owner is assuming responsibility for taking care of your needs," I say and get out as she thanks me once more. "Now out you go, and I want to see a spring in your step to get those jugs bouncing!"

Walking to the entrance, we already catch more than a few sneaking glances. With her fat tits dancing freely with each step and her bare belly, Anna is quite a sight, and all false modesty aside, even though I'm aware that I look pretty good myself,  I know Anna Kelly is the real candy here. That woman is build like a sex-goddess and I'm enjoying seeing her discomfort as much as I enjoy seeing her tits bounce.

"Imagine how great you'll look with the appropriate clothes, Anna," I say wishfully. "Your friends won't recognize you." She doesn't respond and I don't expect her to. "Now, let's find the pet store, shall we?"

"Yes," she says and hesitates. There are people around now and I know it'll make her wish she was never born if they heard her say the word.

"Excuse me, pet?" I say sternly, already a pair of heads turn at the word 'pet'.

"Mistress," Anna adds softly, eyes of passersby growing wide when they overhear her.

"And don't you fucking forget it."

"No, Mistress," she says, her face turning a bright red.

Chapter 3

Anna

I don't recall ever being this afraid or hurt or embarrassed before. So many years have passed since that horrible shoot that I had almost forgotten about it. Almost, but not quite. But long enough to believe that it would never come back to bite me in the ass, but look at me now. Eyeing Joanne from the corner of my eye, trying to ignore the way my breasts shake and the attention they draw, I still have a hard time believing this is happening. She looks younger than she is and that only adds insult to injury; to have a mean spirited teenager do this to me, and then Joanne, of all people. A girl I used to babysit to give Steve and Diane an evening off. The girl I always bought birthday presents for and who used to smile so sweetly at me. What happened to make her this way?

"Are you looking forward to our little shopping spree, Anna?" she says.

"I am, Mistress," I say without hesitation, my heart skipping a beat; I haven't forgotten the way she slapped my face and ass. Just thinking of it makes me blush. More than the physical hurt, it is my pride that feels trampled on. How can she do this to me? I always treated her as my own daughter and now she makes me want to cry.

"I think you should move your hips more as you walk," she says. "Sexy, you know. The sexy walk of a bitch in heat."

Why does she have to say these things? "Of course, Mistress." I wish I could just die as I follow the command and draw in even more stares. Some of them approving, but not all. The old lady looks at me with disgust and I can't say I blame her. Joanne, why? I want to ask but don't. The AC in the mall hits me square in the face and I feel my nipples start to stiffen as I step in from the heat to the artificial cold and have to suppress the impulse to cross my arms over my chest.

"When you get home, I want you to mark this day on your calendar," Joanne says in that sweet voice of hers. "It is the day you get your first collar."

"Thank you," I say, and add 'mistress' softly, hoping not too many notice. The two nearby teens do, though, and I feel my body temperature go up by several notches as they ogle my breasts and ass with a greedy smile. How far will she take this? In my head, I already made calculations on how much money I have in the bank and how much I can get for the house at short notice, and instantly realized the foolishness of it all. Even if I moved to the other side of the nation, she'd still have her revenge by posting those dreadful pictures on the internet. I'd be a fool to presume she wouldn't mention my name and then it would only be a matter of time before I'd be found out again. And now, with the filming and having me smile, she’s even taken the excuse of a mistake made in my youth away from me.

"Your hips, Anna," she says sternly, an eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, Mistress. I'm not used to walking like this," I say, again forcing myself to move my hips the way she wants, the way I imagine a hooker walks to draw attention to her goods, and I feel my heart sink further in my chest.

"It'll be easier in high heels. They'll have you walking like a slut in no time."

She says it so casually that I again wonder how I could have been so mislead by her demeanor. Was there ever a sign of what was hidden behind that sweet face or hers? I don't think so, but there is no mistaking what she really is, no matter how much I want to be wrong. But I've had the experience of being slapped and humiliated, and her sweet beaming smile, to prove that she is enjoying this and that I'm her prey. Feeling ridiculous with the way she makes me walk, my ass moving left and right and my breasts shaking like crazy, I almost feel relieved when we reach the relatively empty pet store; or I would, if it weren't for the knowledge of what is coming.

"Now let's see what we can get you, Anna. Something nice and girly," Joanne says, sounding as cheerful as I feel miserable.

Following her to a rack with collars, I ignore the few shoppers around me and their stares, wishing I could just die as she picks out a pink collar.

"I think this will look great on you, Anna. What do you think?"

What do I say to that? With her fresh teen face and her girly body, it is still hard to imagine that the same sweet girl I watched growing up is really forcing this travesty on me, but when she holds the collar up under my nose there is no denying reality.

"It looks nice, Mistress," I say and feel my heart beating even faster.

"Try it on."

Speechlessly I watch her for what seems like forever, until she frowns and gives me that threatening look. I can tell see the sales-guy’s jaw slowly drop open when I accept the collar, my hands trembling, and lift it to my neck.

“Maybe I can help?” he says, already at my back and taking the cursed thing, and I just stand there, my hands lame at my sides, when I feel him put it on. “A lovely color,” he says. With my personal space invaded by him, I wonder what Joanne would do if I told him to back off, but I stay silent, feeling his growing hard on pressed against my ass.

“Do you have a matching leash?” Joanne asks, in that misleading sweet girl tone of hers.

“Of course we do,” the sales guy says, a cheer in his voice. Less than ten seconds later, I’m collared and on a leash and mentally preparing myself to drop down on my hands and knees; it would seem the crowning achievement to make my humiliation complete. But she doesn’t. Instead she parades me up and down the aisles and I try to keep up a smile for the staring customers, hoping it will convince them that this is just some elaborate joke. One woman shields her child’s eyes from the sight we offer, before she rushes off, expressing her disapproval in no uncertain terms. I can only silently agree that it is a disgrace, but between Joanne and the compliant sales guy, there is nothing I can do to stop this. “We have some great feeding bowls,” I hear the sales guy say behind me and cringe, my face turning an even deeper red. Can it get any worse? “At the end of the aisle and on the left,” he says, putting his hand firmly on my ass and almost physically pushing me forward to the latest humiliation of the day.

“One for the bitch’s food and one for water,” the sales guy redundantly explains, holding up a bowl as if it is a trophy.

“We’ll take it,” Joanne says in a heartbeat. At the register, she at least has the common sense to allow the sales guy to take the leash off. “Security might not take kindly on seeing a lovely couple parade around like that,” he explains. “Me? I’ve always been supportive of your people’s lifestyle.” Realizing he thinks we are a gay couple, I feel myself blush with renewed intensity. Joanne just laughs as she pays using my credit card.

“Now let’s get you something decent to wear. Something that justifies those curves, Anna.”

Grateful that she at least tolerates my silence, I ignore the stares as best I can, following Joanne to the next department store. I can only imagine what she thinks is ‘decent’, and while we stand on the escalator to the third floor, I imagine for a moment how easy it would be to just jump and have it all over with, but I’m not tired of life just yet. Just embarrassed and hurt and more ashamed then I’ve ever been. Who knows? Maybe she will get tired of this silly game she is playing, just her teenage hormones acting up, a temporary thing.  Surely, in time, she will realize that what she is doing is wrong,  a thought that lifts up my heart, but at the same time a shudder runs down my spine at the thought that maybe she won’t tire of it. Maybe she’ll grow to love it more with time, just as she is clearly loving her control over me now.

“You like wearing a blouse?”Joanne asks, leading me into a clothing store.

I tell her I do.

“Good. Because we’ll get you some.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I say as softly as I can, only to have her laugh at my obvious discomfort. Silently, I watch her pick out one blouse after another, all of whom are at least one size too small. “I’m a size –“ I start, only to be instantly cut off.

“Do you think I care what size you are, Anna?” Her eyes penetrating and jaw set.

Put in my place like a little kid, I turn my face away, the collar making its presence known as it rubs uncomfortably on my neck as I do so. I’ll look ridiculous in what she picks. Not because they aren’t nice, they actually are. Especially the one with the bright colored flower motif, but they won’t be able to contain my breasts without looking like the material is ready to tear apart, but I am well aware that is the effect she has in mind, and feel my anger rising again just as it did when I first saw those damned pictures. Telling myself to hold it in, that nothing good can come from antagonizing her, I accept the stack of clothes and make my way to the dressingroom, as instructed.

“Ready to show off, Anna?” Joanne says. She sounds as cheerful as I feel miserable. Avoiding my image in the mirror, I know I look exactly as I predicted. Unable even to button up to the fifth button from the top, my breasts are basically hanging out there; I guess I should consider myself lucky that at least my nipples and areola are covered. Barely, that is. Wishing my legs could stop shaking, I step outside, only to catch the sight of a saleslady who, after she managed to close her mouth and stare for longer than was decent, quickly turns and walks away, and a broadly smiling Joanne. “Hot!” she says and I try to smile. Turning the corners of my mouth up is, however, like a fight against the sadness that weighs on my heart, tugging at those same corners in an attempt at expressing what is going on in my chest. But Joanne doesn’t want to know about my sadness, she wants a happy pet.

My heart skips a beat when she tells me that it is time to get something really hot. If this isn’t ‘really hot’ then what is? Tank tops, as it turns out, are really hot to her teen mind, and before long I am posing in front of her in a ridiculously small top with a deep cut that now has me showcasing my breasts like a stripper, my belly bare. By the time we leave the store, I am carrying bags with blouses, tops, t shirts with provocative print like ‘Do me!’, skirts that barely cover my ass, one of which she has me put on right after I paid for it, and more, all at least a size too small, all meant to embarrass me and it does. I feel like crying and screaming at her, but instead I trail after her like an obedient pet. Maybe I am already learning? I certainly seem to have resigned myself to my fate already. Our next stop is for lingerie, which I am certain will allow her to find new heights to embarrass me.

“I think you’ll look lovely in this, Anna,” Joanne says, holding up a crotchless vibrant red bodysuit and my jaw drops. The part that is still unaccustomed to the insanity that I am forced to subject myself to wonders why she would possibly want me to dress in that, and then I remember the film she took of me and I know for a  fact that she’ll have me pose in that. “You want to try it on?” she asks with a sly smile and I feel I’m going to faint. “Kidding. You can try it on when we get back.” 

“Thank you, Mistress,” I say, hoping no one can overhear me.

“Why don’t you pick something out for yourself?”

Relieved, I say how I’d like that and already my eyes roam around for something modest, only to have her dash in my hope with a single sentence.

“But to make it more challenging and fun, I want you to pick something that you know will please me.”

Looking into her innocent and sweet face, I wonder again how there can be so much evil hiding behind it without me ever noticing? It seems a cruel play of nature to put that much darkness in a girl with such a pretty and innocent exterior.

“Of course, if you disappoint me, you’ll have to face the consequences for that, Anna,” her voice soft and the threat of punishment in her eyes.

Naturally, I forget about anything that is modest and instead look for the worst. Settling with a beaming red face for a silk corset that I know will have my breasts spill over like two pieces of ripe fruit, I offer it up for her approval.

“Very nice, Anna. Seems you have taste after all, but this is only part of one outfit. Please continue.”

Glad to at least have the sales girl busy with other customers, I pick out a pair of net stocking and a thong that is so tiny that I know it will barely cover my most intimate part. To round it off and make her happy, I pick out a pair of high heeled black leather boots that come up all the way to my thighs, just imagining walking around like that I feel my body heat go up another few notches and that I'm running a fever.

“Good pet,” Joanne says, leaning into me and with a hand at the back of my head, she pulls me down so she can whisper in my ear how I’ll look great dressed up in that, like the horny bitch that she knows I truly am at heart, and I need every bit of self-control not to push her away in disgust and anger. Instead I thank her, hoping we can move on, at this point, I’d prefer to be humiliated in the privacy of my own home, not in front of other shoppers. By the time she is done picking out more slutty lingerie, I’ve stopped feeling embarrassed. Numb and hurt, I pay for the purchase of things I would ordinarily never consider buying, let alone wear, and like a sheep follow her outside, not wanting to think where she might drag me off to next. That is when I see them, my body instinctively taking a step back, but I am too late. First there is the look of recognition and the smile that goes with it, but then I can see their minds try to make sense of my outfit, the smiles dying fast.

Chapter 4

Cathy

I can’t believe my eyes and neither can Nathan, I can tell from the stunned look on his face. For a moment, I think she is a different woman, not the real Anna, but there is no mistaking her, not even with the way she is dressed.

“Anna,” I say tentatively, my discomfort and shock self-evident in the way I say her name, and the absence of a hug. She looks like the kind of woman who I ordinary never have any dealings with. She looks like a slut and I feel embarrassed just to be associated with her by being in her company. What happened? I want to ask but instead just put on a fake smile, trying hard not to look at the way her breasts are about to burst free from the blouse that is stretched tight around them. I don’t consider myself a prude and there is nothing wrong with showing some cleavage, but this is obscene. She isn’t so much showing some cleavage but simply showing of her tits! I can even see some of her left areola and she isn’t even wearing a bra. And who is that girl with her? She is dressed like a slut, too.

“Cathy, Nathan,” Anna says, and I can tell she has a hard time trying to sound normal, her face red like a tomato. “So nice seeing you here.” When her hand goes to her neck, I recognize that it is not a necklace but a collar she is wearing and I can’t help stopping my jaw dropping wide open.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me, Anna?” the girl says. So far, she seems the only one who is at ease with the surreal situation.

“Oh yes, Cathy and Nathan, meet Joanne,” Anna says, but I am barely listening. Dressed in a skirt that covers only the top two thirds of an ass that I can only be jealous off, I catch Nathan drooling all over her, his eyes shining with a sexual excitement that I haven’t seen in a long time and I freely admit that I am angry and jealous at the same time, angry enough to want to slap Anna in her face for strutting around like that and pull hard at his arm in the hope that will make him come to his senses; he doesn’t even seem to notice it. And what woman wouldn’t be jealous of Anna? I’d kill for her body; the knock out curves and flat stomach, long shapely legs, and a face like that. Standing in front of her, I am suddenly painfully reminded of my many flaws.

“Nice meeting you,” Joanne says and she shakes hands, me smiling uncomfortably like it is physically hurting me and Nathan eyeing her too, a pretty young thing with that teenage freshness that he clearly can appreciate. Enough of this!

“Anna, Joanne, it was really nice meeting you but we are already late,” I rattle off quickly, grabbing a surprised Nathan by the arm, and before anyone has a chance to say anything, I start dragging him off. If it were up to him, we’d have stood there for hours, no doubt. Forget about that nice surprise Italian dinner, sweetheart. I’ll put a deepfreeze meal in the microwave instead!

“Bye, nice meeting you,” I hear Joanne say and I’m glad that my back is turned to them so they won’t see the grim look on my face. And fuck the beauty parlor, too! What is the use? No beauty parlor can give me looks like Anna-Fucking-Kelly. Bitch! I should have torn her eyes out humiliating me by being dressed up like that.

“Honey,” Nathan starts but I don’t have time for his BS.

“Oh save it, you idiot,” I snap back.

“But –“

“You were drooling all over her! Even over the young one!”

“Honey –“ he tries again. Pathetic.

“Could be your daughter. Pervert.”

“Now hold on,” Nathan says, angry now too. We argue all the way home and by the time for bed, I find my farthest way to the bedside and so does he. Thanks, Anna!

Chapter 5

Joanne

“Now that was a pleasant surprise, Anna,” I say, enjoying seeing her squirm in her shoes. “Looks like you made quite an impression.” God, this feels great.

“Can we please just go now, Mistress?” Anna says softly.

“Not just yet, my little pet,” I muse and see her face drop. “I promise that it will be every horny bitch’s dream come true,” I add for good measure. Putting my arm through hers, I lead the way, enjoying the attention we get along the way. Our next stop is the sex shop; she should have seen that one coming, but I can see a look of startled surprise on that perfect face of hers.

“Why don’t you pick something nice for yourself?” I say, loud enough to be overheard, standing in front of a display of vibrators of various sizes. With her face turning a deep red, Anna hesitantly reaches out for the smallest, but then she casts me a sideway look and sees my disapproving look, and with a look of defeat her hand changes course for the fattest one. “My oh my, aren’t we greedy? You think that’ll fit?”

“The Tarzan should provide a really tight fit,” a saleslady chips in. In her mid thirties, she looks the part with a tight skirt, showing off ample cleavage. With her white smile and shining eyes, I decide I like her.

“A tight fit? Sounds great. Just what Anna is after, right?”

“It is our most popular model and for a reason,” the saleslady says cheerfully. Leaning over, she softly tells her that a lot of women feel a bit uncomfortable when they set foot in a sex store and go for what they really want, but that she shouldn’t. “Trust me, girl, we all have our carnal desires and we might as well be real about them.”

I almost burst out laughing when I see Anna’s big round eyes stare ahead of her, her jaw clenched tightly shut, radiating humiliation and anger at the same time.

“You know what? I really think I should take a picture of this,” I say, taking out my cellphone. “This a memorable event after all, right, Anna?”All the poor woman can do is nod miserably and I feel the impulse to burst out laughing only grow. “Now look at me, hold up Tarzan and smile!”

Holding up the Tarzan, the saleslady leaning into Anna, smiling broadly, Anna stares with a pained smile at me when I immortalize the moment.

“Let’s hear it for girl power!” I say with a laugh.

“Girl power!” the saleslady says with righteous enthusiasm. Anna can barely get the words out.

“Now, where are the dildos?” I ask with my sweet girl voice.

“This way! You girls are going to love our collection,” the saleslady says.

“I don’t doubt it,” I say, an arm around Anna, following my favorite saleslady.

“Now this is what you want if you want to set your nights on fire,” she says, picking out a dildo that is a perfect match for the Tarzan. Nine inches long and seven inches around, the box says.

“We’ll take it, Anna will love it,” I say. When Anna just stares at the object, the Tarzan clenched in one hand, I ask her if she will love it.

“I will,” she stammers. Looking away at the floor, she meekly adds ”Mistress,” and I see our saleslady’s eyes light up.

“Oh wow, you’re into this? Cool! Me too! Are you with a club?”

“No, but we might join one, eventually,” I say.

“You know what? Why don’t I give you my number before you leave? You can always call on me and I can introduce you to a great group of likeminded people.”

“Sounds great,” I say with a Cheshire cat smile. “Anna here is new at this, but she is loving every moment of it already.” While I say the words, I put my hands on her bubbly ass and squeeze it hard, and I can see sweat beads roll down her forehead. 

“I am, Mistress,” she says softly.

“That blush looks so good on you.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” the saleslady chips in. Putting an arm around Anna, she squeezes her tight. “Don’t worry, it is only natural to feel a bit self-conscious, but once you’ve embraced your submissive mature, it’ll be heaven, I assure you.”

“Thank you,” Anna says, working her jaw muscles hard. There is more anger than embarrassment now and so I decide not to push her any further. 

“Anna, why don’t you wait outside while I buy you some gifts?”

“Of course, Mistress,” Anna says, letting out an almost audible sigh of relief, and loses no time dashing off.

“Anna!” I shout after her. “Your wallet.”

With a look of complete dismay Anna walks back, handing me her wallet and is off again.

“She is really quite a catch, the saleslady says, her eyes on Anna’s shaking ass.

“Oh yes, and a box full of surprises.”

By the time I meet Anna outside, I have two large bags that she eyes suspiciously.

“Do you like construction, Anna?” Not answering me, she just looks at me with anger and distrust smoldering in her eyes. “All those hard bodies, sweaty, makes your pussy throb, doesn’t it?” Anna doesn’t look like she agrees.“Don’t worry, that’s for later. Now we’ll go get you some shoes that do justice to your looks and then home  so you can dress up to look the part,” I say and see her fear turn into a look of pure terror that makes my heart skip a beat and my pussy throb.

Chapter 6

Anna

I think about my reputation as I sit silently in my car; Joanne is driving, of course. All just to show off her supremacy, I guess. I doubt that by the time she is done, there will be anything left of my reputation. Thinking about my options, selling the house and moving, I still reach the same outcome: there are no options and I have no doubt that my encounter with Cathy and Nathan is just one of many to come. The shoes she had me buy were nothing but high heels that look like they were designed to make a woman break her neck.

“Aren’t you curious what I bought you, Anna?” Joanne asks.

With my own money, that is, and wonder how much I’ll have left by the time she is done, if ever. “I’m dying to know, Mistress,” I say sarcastically, and I feel for the first time in my life like lashing out at someone physically. Now that would be a solution, the little bitch can fall down the stairs and break her neck. The moment that violent thought crosses my mind, I feel sad, though. Unlike her, I don’t rejoice in hurting others, and I silently chastise myself.

“You’ll be dying to try it out the moment you see it,” Joanne says, ignoring my sarcasm. “Doesn’t it feel great, Anna?”

“What does, Mistress?” I ask, not wanting to but knowing it is the question she wants to hear.

“That you are now free to be the naturally horny bitch that we both know you really are at heart.”

Grinding my teeth, it takes me a few seconds to calm down enough to thank her.

Turning the corner, looking smug and confident, Joanne continues taunting me.

“Really, how did you succeed at suppressing that horny self for so long?”

“I have no idea, Mistress,” I say, tired of the game she is playing.

“Must have been hell for you,” Joanne says, a smile on her face. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile this much; then again, I guess she has something to be happy about.

“If you say so, Mistress,” I say, staring out the window when she stops at the stoplight. Next to us there is a four wheel drive, the driver, looking down at me, gives my breasts an appreciating look and I feel my face turn red.

“Looks someone has an admirer,” Joanne says.

Fuck you, Joanne. I wish I could say it out loud, and again I feel bad about the way my anger is making me change into the kind of woman I don’t want to be. I am kind at heart, but I imagine if you push someone hard enough, even the kind can become mean and vicious.

“Why don’t you give him something to look at?”

My heart skips a beat at that. “Like what, Mistress?”

“I don’t know, be creative.”

Be creative? What is that supposed to mean? Turning my face up, I smile painfully at the driver, wishing I hadn’t bought a convertible. He  gives me a wide grin in return, his eyes darting from my face to my cleavage and back again. Then, to complete my embarrassment, he whistles appreciatively.

“Anna, what the fuck do you think you are doing?”

My first impulse is to correct her language, but I remind myself that I am no longer in a position where I can do so. “I am being creative, Mistress,” I stammer, afraid of whatever it is she has lined up for me next.

“That is being creative? You have got to be kidding me,” Joanne says, and even sounds sincere. “Then I’ll guess I’ll just have to spell it out for you, won’t I?”

My heart sinks a bit further in my chest and then leaps up when the traffic light turns to green and the four wheel drive pulls off. Thank God for small blessings! Take that, Joanne. But my victory is short lived. “No worries, there will be more stops before we get home.” Yes, there will be.

“Now, let me spell it out to you, Anna.”

Listening, I feel the blood being drawn from my face and for a moment I wish she would just crash the car and have it over with. Studying her profile, I again wonder how so much darkness can hide behind such a pretty and sweet and innocent face.

“You can thank me later for giving you the space to express your inner bitch, Anna,” Joanne says after she has finished giving me my instructions. My throat is dry and my heart feels it is out of control, if I had a heart attack now then I wouldn’t be surprised.

When we approach the next traffic light, Joanne says, “Are you ready to shine, Anna?”

I nod and my hands cling to the upholstery, as if for dear life, not that that will change anything.

“Go,” Joanne says as she stops next to a convertible, same model as mine, in it a young couple in their early twenties. Looking questioningly at Joanne, hoping this is not her target audience, she raises an eyebrow.

“I said go,” she says impatiently.

“But –“ I say, bewildered.

“No ‘but’, bitch!”

Hurt and humiliated, I sit up straight, sticking my chest forward and up, and face the young driver whose interest is instantly piqued. Even the young woman in the passenger’s seat seems interested. Smiling hesitantly, the young couple smiles back and I’m ready to faint; no such luck, though.

“Anna,” Joanne says, impatience in her voice with an edge of anger.

Taking a deep breath, I force myself to lift up my hands and with trembling fingers, I unbutton one button after another, watching the young couple from the corner of my eyes. Their jaws drop and after having hung there for a while, their lips turn into wide grins, their eyes never leaving my chest.

“Now pull that blouse open and tits further up, bitch,” Joanne says, excitement in her voice.

Knowing I won’t have the strength to continue if I stop now, and what will happen if I piss Joanne off badly enough, I close my eyes tightly shut and like some pin up girl, I pull my blouse wide open, pushing my chest up to offer my audience a good view.

“Fuck,” I hear the young couple say in unison. Then the girl whistles and they start to clap.

Death would be a relief, but I still sit there with my breasts on full display, afraid that I might get arrested for indecent behavior.

“Open those pretty blue eyes and look at them with a smile, Anna,” Joanne hisses in my ear.

Obeying without thinking, I’m blushing like crazy, offering my smile to the young couple.

“Great show, lady!” the girl says. “Great tits, too!”

“Thank you,” I say out of habit, the impulse to be courteous too well ingrained in my system to have my shame override it.

“Wish my girl had tits like you!” the young man says and the girl playfully punches him on the shoulder, telling him he’ll pay for that.

Swallowing hard, my smile fading, my hands move to my breasts. Why not? Joanne will want it anyway. Lifting them up, arching my back even more, I feel like a complete slut. The kind of woman my entire upbringing warned me against. The kind of woman you could never be; cheap and dirty and without dignity and self-respect. But instead of meeting with disapproval, my slutty behavior receives praise in the form of more howls and whistles and clapping.

“Wish I had tits like you, too,” the girl says just as they pull off.

Relieved that it is over, I quickly slide down my seat as far as space will allow me, covering my breasts instantly.

“Now wasn’t that fun, Anna?” Joanne says.

“No, Mistress, that wasn’t fun to me,” I snap, too angry to hold back.

Chapter 7

Joanne

“Liar,” I say, unable to keep a wide grin off my face. “You secretly loved that.”

“I did not, Mistress. It made me feel humiliated and degraded,” Anna says, her arms firmly crossed over the fat tits that she was showing off only seconds ago.

“Only because you want to feel humiliated and degraded.”

She is quiet after that and I can see her think.

“Your stupid social conditioning is preventing you from expressing your inner slut in an honest and direct way, Anna. Good thing I am here to fix that.”

I can tell she is angry now, her eyes spitting fire at the glove compartment, only because she can’t direct it at me.

“You might want to button up, unless you want to flash those knockers to the whole neighborhood. Which you are free to do, of course. Free country and all that,” I say smoothly.

“Fuck off, Mistress,” Anna snaps, and I burst out laughing.

“Fuck me?” I say between laughs. “Anna, that is the first time I’ve heard you say the f word!” This is priceless. The uptight Anna, now no longer so self-controlled, her face red and trembling with barely contained anger, trying to button up her blouse with shaky fingers, looking more beautiful than ever. “You know I will have to discipline you for that, right?” I say, not because I am angry but just to show her who is boss.  When we pull up our street, I can see her try to slink even further down her seat, her eyes darting back and forth, afraid she might see a friend. “What punishment do you think is appropriate, Anna?”

“I think forcing me to do what you want me to do should be considered enough punishment, Mistress,” Anna says, stiff lipped.

“You are no fun today,” I say, still amused. I didn’t expect this side of her. I thought she’d cave in and that would be it; I am glad there is enough fire in her to offer some opposition, even though we both know it won’t get her anywhere. “But if you insist on playing it this way,” I say and pause to let the words sink in. “Either you come up with an appropriate punishment or you’ll have to knock on every door in this street, just to show off your new image. So your pick, and only because I’m in a real good mood, today.” I can see her think again, her eyes teary and restless.

“You can spank me, Mistress,” Anna says finally.

“Spank you,” I muse, liking the idea of using a paddle on her round ass. “What a wonderful punishment, Anna. Seems you have real potential, after all.” Anna has nothing to say to that, she just turns her face way.

Pulling up the driveway, “Oh and Anna, unbutton a few, will you? You look like an old lady.”

Pleased with myself, I watch her unbutton two more buttons and again her magnificent tits are of full display.

“Much better,” I say. “Now let’s go inside so I can spank your ass.”More icy silence from a thoroughly miserable looking Anna.