“I love these morning coffee get-togethers, Carol,” I said as I closed the slider to her kitchen.

            “Sit down, Mary, we need to talk.”

            “Sure, just let me get a cup and…”

            “Sit, Mary,” she barked at me.

            I looked at her.  She seemed distant.  I could see that something was bothering her.  I sat.

            “I want to show you something,” she said.

            I looked at her expectantly.  She hadn’t bothered to get dressed.  She had a flimsy robe on and it wasn’t even belted.  I could see her breasts and…  I looked away wondering what could have her in such as state.

            “Look at this,” she demanded as she pushed a cheap magazine across the table.

            I looked and my world turned upside down.  It was a center spread in a girlie magazine.  The spread was of me and a friend in my own back yard by the pool.  Three years ago on a lark I had let the friend talk me into posing for the pictures.  Her boyfriend had taken the shots.

            “Carol,” I said despairingly, “where did you get this?”

            “What difference does that make?”

            “I don’t know.  I…I thought…”

            “Is that Julie that you’re doing that with?” she asked.

            ‘Doing that with’ was a polite way of referring to the action shots.  The boyfriend had thought that girl on girl action would be exciting.  We had been drinking and it seemed like a hoot at the time.  The centerfold was me with my mouth on Julie’s snatch.  Julie had moved away a year ago.

            “I want ‘that’,” Carol said softly.

            “What?”

            “I want you to get down under the table and do ‘that’ to me,” she said.

            “Carol, you can’t be serious,” I said uncertainly.

            “What would happen to you if these got out?” she said softly.

            My heart beat a tattoo on my chest.  My husband would leave me.  I would lose my job.

            “Carol, we’re friends,” I pleaded.

            “Every morning after your husband leaves I want you under my table,” she said coldly.

            I looked at her.  We had been friends for years.  She couldn’t mean…

            “Now, Mary.  Right now.  I want ‘that’ right now.”

            I dropped my eyes.  I couldn’t believe that she would do this.  I looked up once more praying that she didn’t really mean it but then I saw those icy orbs that looked at me like I was a slab of beef.  I slipped off my chair and got to my knees.  I crawled under the table to where her legs were spread and put my face where she wanted it.

By the third morning she wanted me nude.  My orders were to strip on her back porch and crawl through the doggie door naked.  I did what she asked.  As soon as my husband left I ran across to her house, stripped, crawled through the doggie door and waited.

            “Here, girl,” she said snapping her fingers and pointing to her crotch.

            I put my tongue out and gave her what she wanted.  Once wasn’t enough anymore so she kept me there for three, after which she pushed me away and looked at me.

            “I like having you on your knees, Mary,” she said happily, “it’s where little stuck-up bitches like you belong.”

            I put as much pleading in my eyes as I could and said, “Please, Carol, we were friends.  Why do you have to treat me like this?”

            She laughed and stood up.

            “Follow me,” she said imperiously.

            Se led me to the bathroom which looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in months.  She opened the doors under the sink and pointed to the cleaning supplies.

            “I want this bathroom spotless in one hour, Mary,” she said.

            When I finished I didn’t know what to do so I knelt next to the toilet.  It was clear that each day was putting me deeper into her web but I couldn’t see any way out.  I looked up as she entered.  She glanced around and seemed happy.

            “Mary, you are going to be one sweet little slave to have around,” she said, “I’ll have some more chores for you tomorrow.  I want you to plan on staying most of the day.”

            “Carol, please,” I begged.

            “Mary!” she barked, “I expect you to address me as Miss Carol from now on.”

            She was serious.  I was not her friend anymore.  I was just someone she was turning into a plaything.  A servant. 

            “Yes, Miss Carol,” I said despairingly.  “May I go home now?”

            “In a minute,” she snapped, “first I need you to help me.  I need to pee.”

            I looked at her blankly.  She smiled.

            “Pull down my panties, girl,” she said urgently.

            I pulled her panties down to her ankles.  She sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder.  I kept my eyes down fearful of the sadistic streak that seemed to be growing in her each day.

            “Clean me,” she demanded.

            I reached for the toilet paper but her hand snaked out and grabbed my wrist.  I glanced up to her evil smile.

            “No,” she said, “I want your tongue.”

            I blanked my mind as I bent in to lick her clean.

            The following day she got out the whip.  I had finished doing the laundry and making her bed when she came in to inspect.  I dropped to my knees and waited.

            “What’s this?” she asked, digging a pair of panties out from under the bed with the end of the whip.

            “I…I’m not…”

            “You fucking little bitch,” she screamed.  “Get up on the bed.”

            “What?”

            The whip found my ass and I scrambled to the bed.  It hurt but something inside me responded.  I stuck my ass up for the next one.

            “Mary,” Carol laughed, “I knew you were a pain slut.  Well, don’t worry.  I’m here to give you what you need.”

            She beat me and it hurt, but on some deep level I wanted it.  I kept my ass stuck out for her blows until she felt I’d had enough.  I was sobbing but I wanted to bury my hand in my pussy.

            “You can go, Mary,” she chuckled.

            I barely got through my own door before I put my fingers on my bud and lay down on the floor.  All of the horrible degradation that she had put me through just fueled my fire.  I didn’t get up until a few minutes before my husband was due.

             The following morning I crawled through the doggie door and into her snatch.  I was becoming addicted to the smell and taste.  My body was responding to the humiliation she put me through each day.  She upped the ante.  After my morning worship she told me to crawl to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.  She came out of the bedroom sporting a huge erection.  It was fake but I didn’t care because I wanted it in me.

            “Spread your legs for me, slut-girl, I’m going to give you the ride of your life.”

            That sounded like the bullshit my husband always tried to pass off when he was playing macho man.  My cunt didn’t care and responded like it was a three day camel that was five days without water.  I wanted her and that dildo and I hated myself for it.  She fucked me and gave me one of the most intense orgasms of my life.   After we came down I felt close to her.  I snuggled into her neck and kissed her gently.

            “I wouldn’t get too complacent if I were you,” she said.  “Once you are my permanent slave-girl I don’t intend to let you have very many of those.”

            I recoiled like she had slapped me.  I had thought that…  I looked into her eyes and there was softness but underneath a horrible cruelty.  I trembled.

            The next few weeks moved me further and further into her web.  Even after I had given her what she wanted she wanted more.   I was her maid which meant that I bathed and dressed her and then cleaned her house while she followed me around and spurred me on with a riding crop.   She whipped me for no reason.  She fucked me at will.  I was a mess.  I wanted out but I wanted to stay.

            The opportunity for a change came when I got home one afternoon from a hellish day with my owner to find a note from my husband.  He had run off with…  Well, that didn’t make any difference.  He wasn’t coming back and I was free.  Actually I still had my job but I could dump that and start over.  It was my chance to change my life and I decided that I would take it.  I needed out and it was now or the bitch next door was going to swallow me.  I packed my bag and planned on an early start.

            I was running late.  Without my husband’s alarm I had overslept.  I had my bag and was at the door when the bitch came through it.

            “Going somewhere, slave-girl?” she asked sweetly pushing me back into the living room.

            “Look, Carol,” I said, “I am not playing this game anymore.  I am leaving.’

            “Game?  Game?” she laughed.  “This isn’t a game, my sweet slave, this is your life.”

            “Carol,” I shouted, “I don’t care about that stupid magazine anymore.  Show it to whoever you want.  I don’t care.”

            “Take off your clothes, Mary,” she said.

            My cunt spasmed.  Damn her anyway but I had to get free of this.

            “Carol!”

            “I’m going to punish you for being disrespectful,” she chuckled.

            “Carol, I don’t want…”

            “I don’t really give a fuck what you want or don’t want,” she said.

            “Carol, you can’t do this.”

            “Really?”

            “No, I’m going to leave,” I said.

            “Sure,” she said sitting down on the couch and spreading her legs.

            “Carol,” I croaked but her triangle beckoned.

            “Yes?” she asked cocking her head and smiling.

            “Pleazzze,” I begged.

            “Please what?”

            “Please don’t make me.”

            “Ok,” she said nicely and closed her legs.

            My gaze was riveted.  She was taking what I wanted away.  I fell to my knees and crawled in between her legs, forced them apart and buried my face.  She pulled my head back and pierced me with her eyes.

            “Are you trying to say that you want to be my slave?”

            I looked into her eyes and then dropped my gaze.  She spread her legs.

            “Well?” she asked.