Author's note:

I would like to apologize in advance to anybody who may feel thatparts of the following story may be racist. I assure you that itwas not meant to be, but was required for the accurate telling ofthe story. About a year ago a woman, whose self-description matchedJillian's, began leaving messages on Compuserve describing in greatdetail the lifestyle that she had fantasized living for years. Sheannounced that after much consideration she had decided to actuallylive it and advertised for an "appropriate" Mistress. After several weeks of advertising, a young woman responded toher who said she "fit the bill" and ordered her to leave her morespecific information via private mail. Neither woman ever posted another message. I assume she found herMistress. For a long time afterward I thought of her and tried toimagine her in her new lifestyle. The fantasy which she describedbecame the basis for the following story. I hope you like it...------------------------------------------------------------------

Part 1 The Secret

"Really, Jillian. You ought to give up that nasty habit. Thosecigarettes will be the death of you." "I know, Louise. As a matter of fact I've actually made anappointment this afternoon with that hypnotist you told me about.This time I'm going to kick the habit for good." "Oh marvelous, dear! I've never actually been to see him myself,you understand. I just know him socially and thought I'd pass hisname on to you, since he does specialize in helping people to kickthe habit. Honestly, I don't really know if I'd be brave enough tolet anybody put me `under'. Frankly I'd be a little scared that hemight tell me to rob a bank or something." "Nonsense! A hypnotist can't make you do something you don'twant to do. He can only reinforce your own desires to do something.Now I suppose if deep inside you really WANTED to rob a bank..." "Heavens no!" The older woman giggled. She was visiting at the home of her friend Jillian. Both of theirhusbands were vice-presidents at a Fortune 500 company based inGreenwich, Connecticut. Jillian was 35 years old. She was a naturalblonde and her figure was still quite good, thanks to her hours ofaerobics and tennis lessons. Her husband, Frank, was seven yearsolder than her and he'd spoiled her ever since they were marriedtwelve years ago. Louise and Jillian had met at several company functions andmanaged to strike up a friendship, even though their husbands werewell known to be almost constantly at odds with each other in theboardroom. Jillian welcomed the companionship of the older woman,as it gave her status a boost and helped legitimize her standing inthe community as an important person. Her standing in the community was very important to Jillianbecause she was constantly trying to shed her middle-class rootsand be accepted in the snooty circles in which she now travelled.Jillian was very much driven by pride, and her quest for statusoften caused her to be insensitive and actually derisive of womenwhom she felt were now socially beneath her. They finished their tea and Louise eventually made her goodbye'sand returned home. Jillian saw that she had a couple more hoursuntil her appointment with the hypnotist so she decided to take aleisurely bath before getting ready. She hadn't told Frank aboutthe appointment, partly because she wanted to surprise him (he'dbeen chiding her about quitting ever since they were married) andalso because she didn't want to divulge that she had got theappointment through Louise. Frank tolerated her friendship withLouise, but it was clear he wasn't thrilled by it. Still, as usual,he indulged her by never commenting negatively to her about it. Jillian walked upstairs to her bedroom. There was a beautifulbathroom adjoining the master bedroom with a sunken Jacuzzi tub.She turned it on and set the temperature to the maximum she feltshe could tolerate, then went back into the bedroom to remove herclothes. She kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her blouseand skirt. This left her in a bra, panties, black lace garterbelt,and hose. Jillian didn't like pantyhose. She preferred the lustfulfeel of the garterbelt and the way the clips held the sheer hose atthe tops of her thighs. She slipped her shoes back on and thenstood in front of her full length mirror. She couldn't help admireher form. She gazed at her reflection as she unclipped and removedher bra. Her hands moved to her nipples and she began massagingthem. The massaging quickly turned into twisting and pulling and asmall moan escaped her lips. She lowered her hands to the waistbandof her French cut panties and slowly lowered them to her ankles.She slipped them off over her shoes and stood up again in front ofthe mirror. Her right hand went right to her pussy, with its shortdowny fleece of blonde hair. Her thick pussy lips could be seenright through the fine hairs. Without even realizing it her lefthand strayed back to her left nipple. As she lightly rubbed a single finger up and down her moisteningslit, her left hand resumed twisting her nipple. Once again, asmall moan escaped her lips, but her finger rubbed against the nubof her clit as she shuddered. Jillian slowly turned sideways andbent just a bit to thrust her breast forward and her ass backwards,like a fashion model. She liked what she saw! All those hours ofaerobics were certainly worth the pain. Yes, the pain was wellworth it. She turned a little more so that her back was facing themirror. Her bottom was still thrust out and she now took both handsand began rubbing and then squeezing her small ass. Each bun wasround and firm and her long fingers squeezed harder and harderuntil it actually began to hurt. Frank was one lucky man. She bentover a little more so that her ass was now pointing right at themirror and gave herself a little slap on her right asscheek. Sherotated her hips and moaned a bit louder, then suddenly, as ifcoming to her senses, she stopped and stood upright. She quicklyglanced around the room to reassure herself that she was alone. Ofcourse she was alone. She just felt suddenly embarrassed and itshowed in the flush of her face and neck. Jillian sat down on the end of the bed and removed her hose andgarter belt. She stood up and walked slowly into the bathroom. Herright bun still tingled just a bit from that one slap and sherealized that her pussy had got even wetter. "Nasty thoughts" shemurmured softly to herself and chuckled. "Nasty, Nasty! Let's savethose thoughts for some other time when I don't have an appointmentand can spend a little more time with myself" she thought as sheturned off the taps and stepped into the hot water. She let the hot water swallow her up and she luxuriated as thetension was swept from her body. She lathered herself up and thenjust laid there, letting the minutes drift by as she indulgedherself in another fantasy. She didn't intend to masturbate but herhand found its way once again to her little nest and shortlythereafter she was rubbing herself furiously as the water sloshed slightly at the surface. Finally she stiffened then sighed and laidher head back down on the edge of the tub. God, but she'd neededthat! She soaked another fifteen minutes then climbed out of the tuband toweled herself dry. A half hour later she was dressed and outthe door, headed for her appointment with the hypnotist. When she arrived at the proper address she found herself enteringa tastefully furnished waiting room with a receptionist's desk. Thedesk was presently empty and there were no other patients in thewaiting room. She was trying to decide what to do next when adistinguished looking gentleman in a suit opened an adjoining doorand greeted her warmly. "Mrs. Dudley?" "Yes. I have an appointment for 3:00." "Nice to meet you Mrs. Dudley. I'm Doctor Kinder. I'm sorry butmy secretary called in sick today. Please join me in my office." Jillian walked past the doctor and entered his private office.Doctor Kinder looked about 50 years old with salt and pepper hairand a well-trimmed beard and moustache. He had an expensive darksuit on and wore silver-rimmed glasses. He motioned her to a chairin front of his desk and seated himself. "First of all, Mrs. Dudley, I have to tell you that I am not amedical doctor. I have a PhD in Psychology and I assure you that Ihave been successfully using hypnosis to help my patients for manyyears." "I understand, Doctor" Jillian smiled. "The fact is that LouisePalmer referred you to me. She said you'd be able to help me toquit smoking. I've tried for years and have never been able tostick with it. I'm normally very active, with aerobics and tennis,and smoking is just one nasty habit that I'd give almost anythingto break." "Yes, yes. I understand. Louise Palmer... hmmm. Yes, Louise andI have met on a number of occasions. A delightful woman... Mrs.Dudley, do you mind if I call you Jillian?" "Please do." "Thank you, Jillian. I want you to feel comfortable with whatwe're going to do here. It is essential that you understand theprocess and are relaxed and receptive. What we're going to do hereis to reinforce your own desires to stop smoking. It's a filthydisgusting habit and your life will be far better after you'vequit. This process is nothing to be afraid of. It is a little likesleeping and a little like daydreaming. You will feel very relaxedand safe here." "Actually, I do feel pretty comfortable with the whole process,Doctor." "See! It's working already." The doctor chuckled and smiledwarmly. "This process will probably require two sessions. Today Iwill put you `under', as they say, and reinforce your own alreadyprofessed desires to stop smoking. I will suggest, for example,that every time you get an urge for a cigarette you will insteadget a drink of water. As the nicotine begins to be cleansed fromyour bloodstream you will find that you will be making fewer andfewer trips to the kitchen sink.... and to the bathroom I mightadd!" Jillian chuckled. She was definitely being put at ease by hiscombination of professional demeanor and good nature. "After a week you will have to return for another session. Thiswill reinforce and strengthen the original suggestion. For manypeople that will be enough. For some others we schedule additionalfollow-up sessions a month apart for six months. After that youshould be well on your way to a life free from smoking." "That sounds wonderful, Doctor. I'm anxious to start." "That's good, because we already have!" Doctor Kinder reached behind him and turned a dial on the wall.Immediately the room darkened. Another switch focused a small dotof light right on top of his polished wooden desk. "Relax, Jillian. This is going to be a very pleasant experience.I want you to look at the light on my desk. Don't concentrate onit, just relax and try to block out everything else in the roomexcept for that light and the sound of my voice.... Let yourselfrelax.... Stare at the light and think of yourself as a non-smoker.Imagine yourself on a beach, or on a sailboat. Do you likesailboats, Jillian?" "Yes, I do." "Good. Look at the light and imagine yourself laying back on abeautiful sailboat. There are no clouds and you're covered withsuntan lotion. The sun is warm on your body. You feel better thanyou've ever felt before. You haven't smoked a cigarette in a yearand it's such a pleasure to be free of the habit. You are relaxed.You're very content...." Doctor Kinder talked to Jillian in this manner for a few minutes.It always took a little longer when it was the first time. Afterthis he would be able to put her under much easier and quicker forfuture session. Eventually he stopped talking and just gazed ather. Her eyes were wide open but she had a distant look. From hisexperience Doctor Kinder knew she was under. He tested her with afew commands then sat back and sighed. "You can come in now, Louise." "Are you sure she's under, Henry?" "I'm positive, Louise. Come on in." "Jillian, your friend Louise is here. Isn't that nice?" "Yes, doctor. That's nice." "She doesn't SOUND like she's under. Are you positive?" "Yes, yes. I'm sure. You've only seen hypnosis on televisionshows or in movies. People don't really speak like robots whenthey're under. Trust me." "Jillian. I want you to take your shoes off and put them underyour chair.....good. Now, unbutton your blouse and show your bosomto me and Louise. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a doctorand Louise is another woman." Jillian immediately unbuttoned her blouse from her neck to herwaist. She pulled her bra down and displayed a perfect set of titsto the now smiling doctor and his shocked friend. "Oh my God! She really is under!" Louise put her hands to herface then slowly lowered them and smiled at the doctor. "Excellent, Henry. Let's pump the stupid bitch and see what sheknows..." "Jillian," the doctor said softly, casting a warning glance atLouise, "Tell us about your husband, Frank. We know he's beenhiding something and we're trying to help him. Surely you know whatthat is. Does he have any special secrets that might cause him toget in trouble, or cause him a lot of embarrassment if it werefound out? Tell us, Jillian, so we can help him." "No, Doctor. I don't know of anything that could get him introuble. He's always been an honest man. He doesn't even cheat onhis taxes." Louise looked disappointed. Doctor Kinder motioned for her to bepatient, then he looked back at Jillian and tried again. "Surely there must be something, Jillian... What about his sexlife? Is it good? Do you expect he ever cheats on you? Does he haveany fetishes?" "No Doctor. He's always been good to me. Our sex life is... okay,I guess. He doesn't do anything exciting or unusual." The doctor and Louise both looked flustered. Surely there had tobe an Achilles heel somewhere. Something they could get to holdover him. Something to put him out of the running for the nextExecutive Vice President job and thus practically ensure thatLouise's husband would get it. "How about her, Henry? What's her secret? Maybe we can findsomething there that we can use." The doctor turned his attention back to Jillian, who was stillsitting there with her blouse open and her bra pulled down. Sheseemed very calm and relaxed. "Jillian. You're still relaxed. You're among friends andperfectly safe. We're trying to help you. You mentioned that yourhusband doesn't do anything `exciting'. That your sex life is okay.What do you think about when you're having sex? When you touchyourself and nobody else is around, what do you think about?" The doctor licked his lips slightly and leaned forward. He madesure the tape recorder was on so he wouldn't miss anything. Jillian wet her own lips, and began to speak: "When I touch myself I like to imagine that I'm tied up and it'sactually someone else's hands. Usually a woman." Louise stifled a gasp and gulped. She motioned for the doctor tocontinue. This was more than she'd expected. "Go on, Jillian. How are you tied up and what is being done toyou." "Lots of things. I'm usually naked. Sometimes I'm tied but othertimes they won't tie me. They want to do things to me and I have tostay still or be punished." "Who are `they', Jillian?" My Mistresses. Sometimes there's only one of them but usuallythere are three or four. Sometimes there are a lot of them. They'reall young. Teenagers, but tough. And they're black. They laugh atme and make me do terrible things to myself." "Why do they do that, Jillian." "Because they know I want it. That's the most humiliating part.They know I want it and they love giving it to me." "Giving you what, Jillian? Go on..." "The humiliation. That's the big turn-on. Here I am, a successfulwoman. Thirty-five years old and rich. I can have anything I wantbut what I really want is for these young girls, this `gang', toOWN me." "You want them to own you?" "Yes, that's right. They're tough and they're mean. They're fromthe streets, see? And they own me. I've become their slave. They'vegot something on me, something so bad that I can't say no to them.But I really don't want to say no to them. I love it when they makeme crawl on my hands and knees. They slap my ass, sometimes usingtheir hands, sometimes using a belt. They make me rub myself a lotwhile they laugh and take pictures. They let some of their otherfriends use me, too. There's no way I can get out. They own me andthey love to humiliate me. I'm ashamed all the time, but I'm alsoturned on.... They keep me hot all the time because they cancontrol me better that way. I do a lot of begging and they seem tolove that. They spank me every day, and use me for their initiationof new girls into the gang." Jillian paused and the room was quiet. Doctor Kinder and Louise just looked at each other in shock.Louise had hoped to dig up some dirt on either Jillian or Frank,but this was much more than she bargained for. She stared at her`friend' Jillian and suddenly she started to smile. Maybe there wasa way to use this to her advantage. "That's good for now, Henry. I've got an idea but I'll need sometime to set it up. Tell her she has to come back in a week andwe'll take it from there." Doctor Kinder sat there with an erection, staring at thebeautiful woman with the short blonde hair who was sitting in hisoffice with her breasts exposed. Her story had certainly arousedhim. "Thank you, Jillian. You've been most helpful. You can coveryourself up now and put your shoes back on." At the doctor's signal Louise got up and returned to her hidingplace in the next room. As Jillian was rebuttoning her blouse the doctor continued: "Jillian... "Yes, Doctor". "Jillian, I'm going to wake you up in a few moments. You willremember NOTHING of our conversation here this afternoon. Do youunderstand?" "Yes, Doctor." "When you awake you will feel very relaxed and refreshed, as ifyou had just had a lovely nap. You will be full of energy andhappy. You will remember nothing of our conversation, but next weekyou will very much want to come back to continue our session." "Yes, Doctor." "One other thing, Jillian. You will not have any desire to smokecigarettes. The thought of lighting one up will disgust you. Thesmell of the smoke will make you nauseous. Whenever you feel theurge to have a cigarette you will instead have a glass of water.Now, wake up Jillian." Jillian blinked her eyes and smiled. "Did you do it, Doctor? Is it over? I feel a little funny, likeI just slept but I don't remember dreaming." "Yes, it's over Jillian. It was that simple! How do you feel?" "Actually I feel wonderful, Doctor! It's worth the visit just togo away feeling this good. May I have a glass of water?" "Certainly Jillian." Doctor Kinder poured her a glass from thepitcher on his desk. As he handed her the glass she looked at it,then up at him. "Has it started, Doctor? Is this why I'm suddenly thirsty?" Doctor Kinder just smiled and chuckled. "We all have our secrets,my dear. I'd like you to come back in again next week. Is Wednesdayat 3:00 good for you?" "Fine Doctor. I'm looking forward to it! Thank you ever so much." "I too will look forward to our next session Jillian. Good luck,and have a nice week." Jillian got up and walked out of the office. Doctor Kindercouldn't help but stare at her lovely ass and long legs as theymoved under her skirt. He really couldn't wait till next week!"

"Jillian's Tale"

Part 2 The Trap is Sprung

During the next week Jillian drank at least 10 glasses of watera day. During that time there had been a meeting at work where herhusband, Frank, and Louise's husband had actually shouted at eachother during a boardroom meeting. In spite of the bad blood betweentheir husbands, Jillian was determined not to let it interfere withher relationship with Louise. She needed the older woman's approvaland support to keep her status in the community. It was nice beingrecognized in fine restaurants and stores and receiving deferentialtreatment. It filled her with a snobbish pride to see maitre-d'sand store managers so eager to kiss up to her! When she met with Louise for lunch on Friday the older woman'sattitude toward her seemed somehow different. Almost like she wasamused with her. "How did your session with Doctor Kinder go?" "Oh, it was wonderful! You really ought to try it Louise. If fornothing else than the relaxing feeling when you leave his office.Honestly, it was better than a full-body massage!" Louise sipped her tea and continued looking amused while Jillianraved about her experience. "And I actually haven't even WANTED a cigarette since I left hisoffice! I drink ten glasses of water a day, but the running to thebathroom is pretty good exercise too!" "That's nice, Jillian. I'm so glad that I was able to help. Willyou see Doctor Kinder again?" "Yes, I have another appointment on Wednesday for a `refresher'.After that we'll see how it goes." "That's wonderful, dear. It will be so nice to be finally freefrom that filthy habit. You'll feel like a new person. I can hardlywait to see the new you." "Yes. I'm pretty excited too. Thank you so much, Louise." "My pleasure, Jillian."

In the meantime, Louise had been busy making arrangements to sether plan in motion. She had a LOT of contacts, and with herfinancial resources she could arrange just about anything she couldconceive of. It's one thing to be rich and powerful. It's anotherthing to know how to use that wealth and power to get what youwant.

The following Wednesday, Jillian was again luxuriating in herbath before getting ready for her next appointment. She feltterrific. She hadn't had a cigarette in a week. Didn't even wantone! For some reason, she even felt hornier than usual all week.Must have something to do with the good feelings she had from notsmoking. She even felt randy enough to slap her ass three times oneach cheek before lowering herself into her bubbling jacuzzi. Shefelt so worked up that her fingers worked furiously at her pussyuntil she managed to bring herself off. She laid back again andrested for another fifteen minutes while the warm water relaxed hercompletely. She looked around at her beautiful bathroom. The large showerwith twin heads on each wall. Her huge bedroom on the other side ofthe door. She thought about her beautiful home, her furnishings,her bank account, her new Lexus. Only thirty-five and she had theworld on a string. Still, something seemed to be missing. She knewwhat it was but pushed it back into the darker corners of her mind.She preferred to focus on the wonderful things she had. An hour later she was again entering the offices of DoctorKinder. He was waiting for her in his outer office. "So nice to see you again, Jillian. It seems my receptionist isout again today, but you are my last appointment this afternoon.So, tell me how your week went?" "Oh Doctor Kinder. You're a miracle-worker. I haven't felt thisgood in years. I can't wait to get started again!" "Wonderful! Let's not waste any time then. Please come into myoffice and be seated. We'll start right away." After they were both seated he glanced at her and smiled warmly.Louise had filled him in on all the plans she had made. In spite ofhis calm demeanor his blood was practically boiling at the thingsshe had told him! He was getting paid very well for this treachery,but if he had known how things would eventually work out he wouldhave happily done it for free! "This session should be very easy going today. Since you'vealready been under once we should have little difficulty gettingyou under again. You had a very good experience last time. You'rerelaxed. You're happy. Just sit back and enjoy it, Jillian!" "Oh, thank you Doctor. You make me feel so relaxed andcomfortable." Doctor Kinder again lowered the lights in the room and turned onthe tiny spotlight which was over his desktop. He repeated hiscomforting patter about being on a beautiful sailboat on a warmsummer day. Jillian smiled a little and in short order was backunder in a deep hypnotic state.

"She's under, Louise. You can come out now." Louise came in from the adjoining room and sat down to thedoctor's right. She was staring at Jillian like a cat looking at ahelpless bird. Doctor Kinder had already started to get a milderection, and they hadn't even begun yet! "She's in a deep hypnotic state, Louise. It's not unusual for herto go under this quickly or deeply the second time around. In herpresent state she is very... susceptible." "Excellent, Henry. You're a genius, and worth every penny. Let'sget to work on the little slut..." "How do you feel today, Jillian?" "Fine, thank you." "Jillian, I want you to remember everything you told me last weekwhen you were in my office. Do you remember what you told me aboutyour fantasies?" "Yes, Doctor." "Good. We're going to try to help you with your little problem.You have some desires that your pride won't let you enjoy. That'snot good, Jillian, and it's not healthy either. I'm going to helpyou break down the barriers you've set up so you can be happy. Youwant to be happy, don't you?" "Yes, Doctor." "Good. Now I want you to trust me completely. I want you tobelieve that everything I do is for your own good. I want you to doonly the things that, deep down inside, you really want to do. Thethings that will make you a happier person." "Thank you, Doctor." Louise could barely stifle a snicker as she sat and witnessedJillian being slowly led right to the slaughter. The slaughter thatshe herself had prepared for her! "Jillian. I want you to remove all of your clothes. It's very hotin here and your clothes are making you very uncomfortable.Remember, I'm a doctor and there's absolutely nothing to be ashamedof. Take them all off, Jillian. Take off everything right now." Doctor Kinder flipped the switch that would turn the hidden videocamera on. Louise had said she wanted this all recorded for her ownuse. He shifted in his seat in anticipation as he watched Jillianstand up and very methodically begin removing her clothes. Off came her beautiful white cashmere top. She pulled it off overher head and dropped it to the floor. Next she unfastened herstylishly tight black skirt. It fell to the floor and she steppedout of it. She reached behind her back and unhooked her white bra.As it fell off, her titties pointed out straight and firm. Thenipples were pointed slightly upwards. Their firmness at thirty-five years was a tribute to her exercise classes and good dieting.Louise continued staring at her like a hawk and the doctor wet hislips with his tongue as Jillian grabbed hold of her white pantiesand matter-of-factly pulled them down her thighs. She lifted oneleg, and then the other, and then dropped the panties onto thefloor with her other clothes. She was left standing with only herwhite garters and sheer white stockings, and her black 4" heels.Her pussy was completely exposed to her enraptured audience. "Wait a minute Jillian" the doctor interrupted. This was not inthe original script but he didn't think that Louise would mind ifhe improvised a little. He considered it one of his `perks'. "That will do fine. I want to examine you. Please turn aroundwith your back facing me. That's right. Now bend over at the waistand grab onto your ankles. I need to see how flexible your aerobicshave made you." Jillian bent over and grabbed onto her ankles with ease. Thisbrought her small tight ass directly into prominence. The whitegarters framed it beautifully and the skin was flawless and tight.There were no tan lines. Doctor Kinder moaned softly and a smallshudder ran through him as he sat there gazing at this offering.Louise noticed his shudder and chuckled as she shook her headslightly in amusement. "Spread your legs a little more Jillian... A little more... justa little more. That's good!" He could now see her labia lipshanging there at the vee of her crotch. Oh, how he wanted to touchher there! To kiss her! She was really beautiful. He and Louise satand stared at her for a full minute as she held the pose. "Thank you, Jillian. Everything looks... ah... fine to me. Youhave a beautiful bottom, Jillian. Do you like showing it to peoplelike this?" "It's very embarrassing, Doctor." "As well it should be, dear. It's okay now because I'm a doctorand I'm examining you, but it would be terribly embarrassing to youto let anyone else see your bottom. As a matter of fact, it wouldbe more shameful than you could bear..." "Yes, Doctor." "But that's exactly what's going to happen, Jillian. When youwake up you're going to feel an overwhelming need to make yourfantasy come true. The fantasy about being owned. Remember,Jillian?" "Yes, Doctor." "Your fantasy about being owned by teenage girls. Black teenagegirls, Jillian. They'll do all the terrible things you told meabout last week and you will be very aroused by this. At the sametime that you feel unbearable shame, you will also become sexuallyhot. It's good to make your fantasy real, Jillian. You will becompelled to become the sexual slave that you are in yourfantasies." Louise was leaning forward now and holding her breath. This wasthe telling moment. Would Jillian accept the post-hypnoticsuggestion or would she reject it? Deep down inside she craved it.The doctor was telling her that she was compelled to live it whenshe awoke. "Yes, Doctor. I will be their slave." "When you wake up and leave this office you will meet a youngblack girl. You will give yourself to her and her friends. You willbecome their property. You won't be able to resist the compulsion.Search inside for your darkest fantasies. You will crave that theybecome reality. You will beg your Mistresses to make them areality. Even though you are shamed to the core by these actions,you will not be able to resist." "I understand, Doctor." "One final thing, Jillian. You will continue to not want to smokecigarettes. However, when you begin to get a craving for one,instead of wanting a glass of water you will now crave cum. Femalecum. Do you understand me, Jillian? You will crave female cum,instead of cigarettes. You will do ANYTHING to get some..." "Yes, Doctor. I crave female cum." Louise was nearly ecstatic. "I've GOT the stupid little bitch!And that means I've got her husband by the balls too! Henry, ifthis works, I'm going to give you a REALLY big tip." "It's going to work, Louise. I'm not telling her to do anythingshe doesn't really want to do. I'm just reinforcing it. Verystrongly. I can tell by looking at her and talking to her. It'llwork." Louise grabbed Doctor Kinder by the head and planted a kiss righton his forehead. "I'll arrange for her to be brought back to you ina week for `reinforcing'. After that she won't need it. "Jillian, get dressed now." "Yes, Doctor." The blonde woman bent over and picked up herclothes. She calmly put them back on as the Doctor and Louisewatched her in fascination. When she was through she was told tosit down in the chair. "Remember, Jillian. When you wake you will be COMPELLED by yourown body's desires to make your fantasy come true. You will not beable to resist. And you will crave female cum. You'll be like astarving animal when you get it. You won't be able to get enough.Now when you wake up you will remember none of this. You will berested and happy, and you'll feel very horny. Even though you won'tremember our conversation you will obey all of my instructionscompletely. "Yes, Doctor." Louise stood up and quickly walked back to the adjoining room. "Okay Jillian, wake up."

The fashionably dressed blonde blinked her eyes and then smiled. "It's like I blinked my eyes but I know something has changed.Did you do it already?" "Yes, I did. How do you feel?" "I feel fabulous! Actually, well, nevermind..." she giggled. "Isthis it, doctor, or do I have to come back." "We may have you back in here for one more session. We'll see howit works out." "Doctor. I don't know how to thank you! I already feel like achanged woman." "It was my pleasure, Jillian. Honestly." Jillian stood up, shook hands, and left the office. Once againDoctor Kinder gazed lustfully at her retreating backside and legs.He licked his lips and wondered what she'd be like the next time hesaw her...

Jillian walked through the reception area. She opened the doorand let herself out. Just as she turned to close the door a youngblack girl, who looked barely eighteen years old, bumped into her. Although it was obviously the young girl's fault she seemed toget angry at Jillian. "Watch where you're goin' lady!" Jillian was taken by surprise. She started to protest but as shelooked at the black teenager her legs suddenly went weak. "I-I'm s-sorry" she managed to mumble. "Sorry shit, lady. That was deliberate! You think just cause yougot some fine clothes that you own the whole damn town! Well youdon't!" I-I s-said I was s-sorry." Jillian suddenly felt her handstrembling. She was consumed with lust, and didn't know what tosay." "Don't you go dis'n me, you honky white ass whore! I'll beat yoreass, bitch! You hear me?" Jillian was almost out of control now. Her teeth were chatteringlightly and she felt on the verge of swooning. She slowly raisedher eyes to look at the defiant young girl who was yelling at her. "I-I know. I mean, yes. I was dis'n you. You can do what you likewith me." She mumbled the last and immediately looked back down atthe floor.

The young black girl tried to remain fierce on the outside, butinside she was jubilant! Her name was Wanda and she was the leaderof a girls' street gang in the South Bronx. She had been hiredthree days before by Louise and had been standing in the hallwayfor a half hour waiting for Jillian to come out. Louise located herthrough her own channels and promised the girl $10,000 to turnJillian into the gang's white slave slut. Louise had played her aportion of Jillian's tape recording from her session last weekwhere she described the fantasies she had. Wanda was told that shewould be very receptive and that this was easy money. She was alsotold that there would be another $10,000 if Wanda's gang keptJillian for at least six months, and then a continuing payment of$1,000 per month every month after that. In addition, Wanda wasalso promised a $5,000 bonus if she could `impress' Louise bydevising her own humiliations for Jillian. Louise gave her $5,000up front as good faith, and a small camcorder. She made it clearthat she wanted tapes furnished on a regular basis of Jillian'sordeals...

"You just better come with me, white-assed bitch! I've got a boneto pick with you. Your ass is mine!" Jillian gulped and turned to follow the swaggering girl. Shewondered what she was doing. Was she crazy? Following this strangegirl to God-knows where, for God knows what? Yet she felt compelledto follow her. As she looked at the back of the black girl shebegan getting wet between her legs. She almost seemed on the vergeof cumming just from walking behind her. She wondered what her cumtasted like. All she knew was that she wanted some. No matter whatthe cost! Wanda continued deriding Jillian for her clumsiness as she walkedin front of her. She told her that she had some friends who wouldhelp her even the score for her disrespect. They headed for thetrain station and got on a Metroliner headed for the City. They'dbe getting off in the South Bronx. On the train Wanda looked atJillian with confusion. Here was this rich white bitch, almost oldenough to be her mother. Dressed in fucking hundred dollar shoesand wearing all kinds of expensive shit. And she wanted to be hergang's slave slut! Well, Wanda would see that she got all she couldhandle, and then some. She also planned on getting that $5,000bonus for impressing Louise too. Man, this bitch's lily white asswas worth some real money! One thing was certain. It wasn't goingto stay lily white for long!

"Jillian's Tale"

Part 3 Jillian's Punishment

When the train pulled into the station Wanda stood up and said"Follow me, bitch". Jillian obediently got up and followed her outthe doors and onto the platform. She was extremely nervous. Sheknew that what she was doing was very dangerous, but she couldn'tseem to help herself. She knew she wanted this. It was like a dreamall of a sudden coming true. She was putting herself in the handsof this young black girl and she had no control over what she woulddo with her! They descended the stairs of the station and for the first timeJillian looked around at her surroundings. Her jaw dropped. It waslike something out of a war movie! She'd passed this area manytimes in her air-conditioned car on the Cross Bronx Expressway andhad seen the burned out buildings, but she'd never got closer to itthan the highway. This was like those pictures of Berlin after thewar. There were stones and rubble everywhere. Ahead of her shecould see the charred skeletons of burned out apartment buildings.What really shocked her was that amid all this devastation therewere children playing! People actually lived here. They hadfamilies. They ate, they slept, they survived... "This way, bitch." Wanda led the way across the rubble towardsone of the buildings. When she got halfway there she stopped behinda mound of rubble. "You ain't comin' in this way, bitch. You need some humblin'. Youone stuck up lily-assed whore. It's time you got taken down a peg.Take them shoes off.... give them to me.." Jillian complied. "Now the skirt..." Jillian looked around in wide-eyed panic. "P-please, not out here!" "Shut your fuckin' whore trap, bitch. You don't say nuthin'unless I tell you to. Take that fuckin' designer skirt off or I'llcut it off!" Wanda flashed a mean looking switchblade. Jillian glanced around once more in panic, then undid her skirt.It fell to the ground and she obediently picked it up and handed itto Wanda. Wanda had to suppress a smile when she saw the whitegarter and hose. Like all of the girls in her gang, she was a younglesbian. That had been one of the key points Louise had beensearching for. "Pull them pretty little panties off, bitch. Then them whoregarters and stockings. Come on! I ain't got all day!" Jillian began to tremble as she looked around nervously thenpulled her white panties down off her slender hips. Her hands shookso bad that she had trouble with the snaps on her garters. When shefinally got them she bent and began rolling down her sheer whitehose. She handed everything to Wanda who was impatiently tappingher foot. Jillian now stood nude from the waist down. Wanda steppedup to her and reached both hands under the back of her cashmeretop. Jillian felt a tug, then a snap, and her bra fell off anddown. Wanda had cut the strap. Now her only piece of clothing wasthe cashmere top. "I like that top, whore. How many times you have to fuck forthat? Cat got your tongue? Leave it on for now... Now, like thewhore bitch that you are, get down on the ground on your hands andknees. Hurry up!" Jillian gulped. She had tears welling in her eyes as she shakilygot down on the ground on all fours. She wished the cashmere tophad been longer to cover more of her ass, but Wanda grabbed the hemand pulled it up to the small of her back. "Leave it there, bitch. I don't want nothin' coverin' up thatlily white ass of yours." Wanda took her switchblade and began cutting up Jillian's blackskirt. "Wh-what are you doing?!" Jillian pleaded, wild-eyed. Wanda reached down and gave her a slap on the ass that made herjump. "Owwwwww!!" "I told you to keep your whore mouth shut, bitch. Don't you begivin' me no shit." Wanda continued cutting the skirt up into small pieces. Afterthat she used her knife to cut up the delicate white panties. Shekept the garter and hose and placed them, along with her shoes andher small purse, into the pack she carried over her shoulder. "In case you be wonderin' how you're gonna get home with no skirtand no panties, don't waste your time thinkin' about it." Shelaughed for the first time. She fished around in the pack and pulled out what looked like along leash and a dog collar. Jillian stared at it in utterdisbelief. Wanda buckled the collar around Jillian's neck and clipped theleash onto it. It was one of those chain leashes with the littleleather loop at one end to hold on to. "Let's go, bitch. Wanda tugged on the leash and began slowly leading the tremblingblonde woman on all fours across the trash and rubble-filled lot.Jillian's small white ass was high in the air. As she crawled youcould see her cunt lips and little wisps of blonde hair between herlegs. Wanda indicated that she wanted Jillian to crawl ahead ofher. As she walked slightly behind and to the left of the crawlingwhite woman she occasionally used the thong end of the leash toslap across her vulnerable buns. "Look!" came a startled high-pitched voice. One of the childrenhad seen her. Within seconds a half dozen children had run up andwere gathered around Wanda and the visibly shaking Jillian. "Get away from here, you kids. This ain't nothin for you to belookin at! Go home!" There were three boys and three girls. They were all laughingand pointing. "What you gonna do with that white woman? Where are her clothes",one of the boys asked. "This here is a rich white stuck up whore-bitch from Connecticut.I'm gonna whip her ass, the way she shoulda had it whipped a longtime ago." "Wow! Can we watch?" pleaded another of the boys. The three girlswere busy giggling and pointing at Jillian's ass. Wandamischievously kicked Jillian's legs wider apart and the gigglesturned to squeals as her cunt became fully visible below her nowslightly pink cheeks. "Go home, I said. Or I'll whip your asses the way I'm gonna whiphers. This is none of your business!" The children withdrew, but not entirely. They stayed just farenough away to satisfy Wanda, but their eyes were kept fastened onthe now sobbing white woman as she continued her crawl of shame tothe building. "What's the matter, bitch? Did them children bother you?" Wandataunted Jillian as she sobbed and continued crawling. "How-how could you DO that!" she sobbed. "I've never been moreashamed in my entire life! N-never!" "From that? Shit girl, you got a thin skin. That ain't NOTHINGcompared to what I got in store for you. That's just like a littlewarm up! Hahahaha!" Jillian began shaking so hard at that last comment that shestopped. She lowered her face into her hands and cried. Wandastepped behind her and gave her two hard slaps on her upturned ass.Off to the side she could hear the children laughing. "Get up!" she ordered. Or so help me I'll whip your ass righthere!" Jillian got back up. Her arms were trembling. She used the backof her right hand to wipe the tears out of her eyes then resumedcrawling towards the building. Wanda continued holding the leashand walking behind her, taunting her the whole way. Finally they reached the building. Wanda told her to crawl up thetwo steps and into the hallway. There was no door. As soon as sheentered the hallway she heard other voices and whistles. "Look what we got here! White meat! Yeah!" Wanda made Jillian turn to the right and enter a large room.There were six other girls there, all about Wanda's age. There wasan old stuffed couch and some chairs that looked like they'd beenthrown away. The girls had been lounging on them but now all stoodup and clustered around the new arrival. "Girls, this here piece of white honky assed shit knocked meover. She was dressed in some fine expensive clothes, probly hadsome expensive car too so she thinks she can push a Sister around." "Oooohh.. Your ass is in trouble, girl..." they murmured. "She's gonna be stayin' with us for awhile. Gonna see how theother half lives! Ain't that right.. ahhh.. what the fuck's yourname bitch?" "J-jillian" "J-jillian? What the fuck kind of name is J-jillian? We oughtagive you a better name... like White Ass." "Rich Bitch!" "Cottontail!" "Shit for brains!" "Shut up!" Wanda silenced the girls who were calling out names atrandom. "We'll just call you J-jillian for now. That all right withyou, J-jillian?" she laughed. "Yes" she sniffed. "Yes WHAT, you skinny assed whore!" "Yes... M-mistress?" "Hahahaha! Mistress? This ain't Connecticut J-jillian. Lookaround. This SURE as hell ain't Connecticut! When you talk to me orany of the other Sisters, you call us M'am. You got that J-jillian?" She slapped her ass once for emphasis. "Y-yes M'am!" Jillian jumped from the slap. Wanda bent over her and removed the collar and leash. "Why's she got that shirt on, Wanda?" "I thought it looked pretty. Besides, I didn't want her to get nosunburn on that white skin of hers while she was crawlin' overhere." They all laughed. "Get it off. Let's see what she's got up front." Two girls roughly grabbed the expensive cashmere top and pulledit up over her head. Jillian lifted her arms and the top was pulledoff around her head, fluffing her short blonde hair in the process.Now for the first time Jillian was completely nude. She hadgoosebumps on her upper arms and she was shivering. Not from cold,but from the shame she was feeling, and the excitement. The girls made her lift her body up so she was kneeling uprightwith her ass resting on her heels. She kept her eyes downcast asthey began grabbing at her pert little breasts. They were fairlysmall but they were firm and her nipples were quite long. Shewinced as they pulled and twisted at them. When she tried to useher arms to protect her breasts she was slapped in the face. "Spread those knees wider, Jillian. Okay girls, Jillian's gonnaput on a little show for us, ain't you Jillian?" "Yes, M'am." The girls turned the couch around and pushed the chairs up sothat they were all seated and facing the kneeling blonde. "Rub your tit's Jillian. Rub them real good and pull on yournipples. Get them nice and hard." Jillian obediently began massaging her naked breasts as the girlswatched and hooted. They popped open some cans of beer and begandrinking and catcalling. "Rub your pussy, Jillian. Make it shiny and wet for us. We wantto see it nice and warm down there." With her head bowed, Jillian placed her right hand on her openpussy. As the seven black teenagers watched and cheered, sheperformed the most intimate act of masturbating in front of them.In spite of her humiliation she was as hot as a pistol. Mostly itwas BECAUSE of her humiliation she was so hot. She began moaningand rubbing faster and faster. Her hips began to hump and hermiddle finger became a blur as it rubbed across her swollen clit.She didn't even notice that Wanda had the camcorder out and wasrecording the entire scene for Louise. Faster and faster she rubbed until she finally got herself rightat the edge. She stayed there for a minute, her hips convulsing,her whole body was shivering and she was moaning with her eyesclosed. She suddenly let out a yelp and her hips began moving backand forth again as she squeezed off her orgasm. Her cunt gushed cumall over her hand. Without thinking she put her hand to her mouthand started licking it. "Mmmmmm...." she moaned as she tasted thesweetness of her own cum. She had to have more! She kept rubbingher hands between her legs to get every bit of cum she could. Shelicked one hand while rubbing with the other. All of it was beingrecorded on the camcorder. The girls couldn't believe what a slutshe'd suddenly become! She was almost wild. Her tongue was flickingback and forth across her lips and she pleaded with the girls togive her more cum. Wanda leaned back in her chair and pulled her jeans and pantiesdown to her thighs. "Right here, bitch. Eat me you fucking whore!" Jillian practically dove between Wanda's thighs. She wedged herface into the tuft of curly black hair and began thrusting hertongue into her cunt as far is it would go. "Oh yeah, right there, bitch. Keep licking that spot or I'll beatyour sorry ass." Wanda closed her thighs around Jillian's head and began humping.Jillian's tongue was relentless. She finally put Wanda over theedge. She squealed with delight as she lapped up every drop of cumshe could get. When it was over she looked at the other girls andbegged: "More, please! PLEASE!" One by one the girls pulled down their pants while Jillian atethem to orgasm. Her bare ass wiggled with delight as she knelt andlicked the nectar out of each young pussy. When she finished withthe last girl she looked wildly at Wanda again and said "Please!Once more... PLEASE!" "Whoa baby! You sure have turned into one hot-assed slut, haven'tyou." She pushed her pants back down and once again let the 35 yearold wife eat her to a shuddering climax. Jillian went around theroom eating each girl a second time. When she was finished shebegged to do it again! When the girls declined she immediatelythrust both hands onto her own pussy and started rubbing some more.The girls had to physically restrain her before she'd stop. "I don't know what got into you, bitch. One little drop of pussyjuice turned you into a fucking maniac!" Wanda turned off the camcorder. When Jillian saw it her eyesnearly popped out of her head! What were they going to do with thattape? "Let's get her ready girls. The real fun starts now." Four of the girls grabbed Jillian and half carried her, halfdragged her into the hall and then outside in front of thebuilding. There was a small rectangular table set up. It was oldand the wood was chipped in places. It was about three feet long bya foot and a half wide. It stood about two feet tall. It lookedlike it might have been an end table, or something that a plantwould sit on. They placed her on the table on her back. They got some rope andbent her legs down over the end of the table. Two girls grabbed herarms and pulled them straight down over the sides. They tied herhands and feet together under the table. This had the effect ofbowing her body slightly upward, and her legs were spread. She washelpless to move. One of the other girls, Cheline, held a long feather and wasgiggling. She stood over the bound body of Jillian and slowlytouched the tip of it to her defenseless nipple. Jillian twitcheda bit and moaned. Encouraged by this she began twirling the featheraround her pink nipple and teasing it. Jillian's nipple becameinstantly erect and ridges popped out on the large aureole. "Oh God! Oh No! Please! Not out here!" Jillian begged, and thegirl moved to the other nipple and excited it too. She moved theteasing feather down her belly and then ran the tip up and down hermoistening slit. Jillian tried twisting to get away from it but shewas tied tightly across the table. Her whole body from her neck toher knees was presented as a target for the cruel teenager and herfeather. The other girls laughed and egged Cheline on. "You keep yellin' like that and you're gonna attract a crowd,whore." Cheline teased. Wanda rubbed her own fingers in Jillian's wet cunt. She got asmuch of the cum juice as she could and placed her fingers toJillian's mouth. Jillian licked at the fingers and her eyes wentwild again. Her tongue was all over Wanda's fingers, trying to getat the cum. Wanda laughed and got some more. She smeared it onJillian's upper lip and right under her nose. "How you like your own smell, bitch? It turnin' you on?" Jillian's tongue was extended trying to get the cum from herupper lip. Wanda kept fingering her and adding some more. Chelinecontinued with the feather; along her sides, across her belly, andalways back to the rigid nipples. Jillian was begging loudly nowfor more cum. Her hips bucked as much as they could on the table,which wasn't much. One of the other girls had set up a tripod tohold the ever-present camcorder. A fourth girl had disappeared but she returned now carrying alarge bag. "Oh boy! Barbecue time!" They all paused for a moment to clusteraround the girl with the bag. Even Cheline paused with the feather,leaving Jillian alone and shivering on the table. They opened the bag and took out some chicken wings. "Mmmmmm! Wegot white meat on the table and wings in the bag! What could bebetter?" Wanda got the container of barbecue sauce and smiled wickedly.She took it over to the table and opened the lid. "We gotta change her position, girls. Get them feet up in theair!" Working quickly they untied her hands and feet then retied herhands together under the table. Lifting her knees they tied a loopof rope around each thigh, just above her knee. They took each ofthe ropes and pulled them way back and to the side. This liftedJillian's knees in the air and back towards her shoulders. Lookingaround they found a couple of places on the ground to tie off theropes, holding her in this open position. Her feet were able todangle in the air but her thighs were spread open and her kneespulled back and fastened to hold her that way. She was positionedso that her ass hung just over the edge of the table. This openedJillian's cunt as wide as it could possibly be! Her little roundwhite buns were lifted slightly upward and widely parted to showher asshole, which was pointing out at about 45 degrees. Her spreadcunt pointed directly upward and the lips were slightly parted todisplay the wet pinkness within. She was a delectable sight... Wanda let her eyes roam over the smooth white body bound there onthe little table like an offering. Jillian's pussy lips wereswollen and red. Little droplets of moisture were clinging to them.Her face and neck were deeply blushed and her eyes closed tightlyagainst the shame of being displayed as she was. Wanda poked herindex finger into the damp pussy and felt the lips cling to it asit was withdrawn. She then grabbed each of Jillian's swollen pussylips between her thumbs and index fingers and pinched them cruelly.Jillian's eyes popped open in surprise. She involuntarily shudderedand let out a little yelp. Wanda pulled the pussy lips wide apartand held her like that for the camcorder. With a sigh she finallylet go of those pulsing lips and watched the flower close slightly.

"We gotta warm up the oven first". Wanda laughed as she ran herright hand over Jillian's smooth ass. She cupped each of the bunsand pinched them. She lifted her hand in the air and brought herpalm down sharply, spanking Jillian. "Owww!" Jillian wailed. Again Wanda slapped her helpless ass. "Owwwwwwww!" The others girls laughed as Wanda began spanking Jillian inearnest. Slapping those poor little cheeks that hung there at hermercy. She was rewarded each time by a wail from Jillian. Afterabout thirty swats she stopped and cupped her pink buns lightlywith both hands. "That oughta do for now...." Wanda picked the container of barbecue sauce back up and verycarefully poured some of it into Jillian's open cunt. "Ooooohhhhhhh!" Jillian moaned, as it overflowed slightly and randown her crack into her asshole. Wanda picked up a piece of chicken and dipped it in the sauce inJillian's cunt, being careful to brush it up against her clit asshe pulled it out. "Oooooohhhhhh" the tormented woman moaned again as Wanda smiledand bit into the chicken wing. "Mmmmmmm! Gotta try the sauce, girls!" All seven of the teenagers crowded around the lewdly displayedJillian. They each took turns dipping their chicken wings into hersauce, being very careful to brush against her sensitive innerpussy lips and stiff clitoris. Occasionally one would twirl a wing around the sauce collectingin Jillian's asshole, brushing it upwards till they were at herspasming cunt again. As the sauce got eaten up they had to refillher several times. Just as Cheline had warned, Jillian's moaning had attracted asmall audience. The six children from earlier had crept back andwere watching with fascination and giggling. Jillian saw themthrough her tear-blurred eyes and cried out to get them away. "Get outta here, you kids!" Wanda yelled and hurled a rock atthem. "This ain't something you oughta be seeing. Go home or sohelp me I'll whip your asses too!" The children scrambled, giggling. They ran around the side of thebuilding but refused to leave entirely. Several other people hadalso stopped by, fascinated by the sight of the seven blackteenagers tormenting the naked white woman. They respectfully kept their distance. Wanda's gang was known inthe area and none of the onlookers wanted to risk their wrath. Theylooked at the pathetic squirmings of the mercilessly teased Jillianand shuddered. What a horrible fate! When the gang had finished with their chicken they went backinside the building, leaving Jillian still tied and on display. Shewas shivering and moving her head back and forth, alternatelypleading with anyone who could hear her to let her go, or at leastlet her cum... The others watched from their distance. Although both Jillian andthe camcorder were left unattended, nobody dared to touch either.They knew who both belonged to... A mangy German Shepherd walked up to the table and sniffed. Hemoved down between Jillian's spread thighs and let his tongue takea swipe at the open pussy, glistening with barbecue sauce. "Nooo! Noooo! Get it away!!" she pleaded but the dog continuedlicking her, enjoying the taste of the sauce. They left her ondisplay like that for thirty minutes. The dog stayed with her,licking the entire time, and causing her five shuddering orgasms...

"Jillian's Tale"

Part 4 Homecumming Queen

By the time the girls came back outside and shooed the dog awaymost of the onlookers had moved on. Jillian was covered in a sheenof sweat and her breast was heaving. Wanda looked down at her,absent-mindedly using her fingers to diddle Jillian's gaping cunt. "Boy, you sure do look nice like that, bitch. I sure hope you'reenjoying yourself because from now on you're gonna be spending anawful lot of your time out here tied just like that. It'll amusethe neighbors." "Nooooo-nooooo-noooooo" Jillian wailed. One of the other girls carried out a large white poster that wasnailed to a four-foot long pointed stick. She placed the stick inthe ground about six feet to the left of Jillian and pounded it inwith an old rusty hammer. Jillian could turn her head and read theposter. Printed on it in large letters with a magic marker read:

`My name is Jillian Dudley. I was a rich bitch from Greenwich, CT. Now I'm the lily-assed slave slut whore of the Debutante's. I'm very happy. Please look but don't touch.'

The girl, Cheline, took the feather she had used earlier andinserted it, quill end first, into Jillian's puckered asshole. Theslight breeze blowing the downy end of the feather around her rimwould remind her that it was there. As Cheline was attending tothis, Wanda put a blindfold around Jillian's eyes and tied ittightly behind her head. "We gotta be gone for awhile, bitch. Got some business to takecare of. We'll be back in about a hour. Sure hope them kids ain'tstill hangin' around here..."

Wanda grabbed the camcorder and the girls all headed offtogether. They had a prepaid mailer and were going to send thevideo tape of the day's activities off to Louise. It would be thefirst of many. Louise had also prepared a letter from Jillian to her husband,Frank. It said simply that she needed to get away for awhile. To doher own thing. She asked Frank not to worry about her or to beangry with her. She just needed some time. Louise got a forger whodid a remarkable job of matching Jillian's handwriting from asample that was provided. The letter was sitting on the dining roomtable in Jillian's house, in an envelope addressed to `Dear Frank'.

The girls came back about an hour later. Jillian was practicallyhysterical, her head whipping back and forth. All they could makeout was the word `please' over and over again. The first thing theynoticed was that the feather was still in her ass but was nowreversed, with the quill end sticking out. They didn't know who hadbeen at her, but whoever it was had certainly done a good teasejob. They also noted a few fresh pink handprints on her upturnedass. They looked small.

Jillian was taken back into the building and given some water andsomething to eat. A little later when she said she had to go to thebathroom, Wanda grabbed her cashmere top and the leash. It wasnighttime and she didn't want Jillian to catch a chill, besides,she thought that wearing the cashmere top occasionally would be asad reminder to her of just how low she'd sunk. She put the collarand leash on her and adjusted the hem of her top so it was well upon her back. Then she lead her outside, crawling on all fours, intothe night air. Jillian could hear the sounds of the night. A siren wailed, somedogs were barking. Off in the distance she heard the sound of atrain going by. Some men were shouting something but she couldn'ttell where. Wanda led her around the building to a small tree thatwas standing in a clearing between buildings. She made Jillian lifther leg up and squirt her pee on the trunk of the tree. As she wasrelieving herself, Jillian looked up and saw that the closer of thetwo building had some lights on in the upper floors. One of thewindows had a flower pot in it. People were living here. Once they were back inside and the leash removed, the cashmeretop was again stripped off Jillian. Wanda sat down on one of thearmless wooden chairs and told Jillian she was to lay down acrossher lap. She explained that this was going to become part of herritual. Her nightly spanking by the girls. With the 35 year oldwoman draped naked across the black teenager's lap the other girlswatched with rapt attention as Wanda raised her hand and delivereda stinging slap to the doomed bottom. Jillian squirmed and pleadedbut Wanda continued spanking her until she had given her ten hardslaps. She pushed Jillian to the floor and stood up. Cheline tookher place in the chair and Jillian was ordered across her lap next.Cheline played with her a minute then lifted her hand and deliveredher own ten slaps to the quickly reddening bottom. One by one, each of the girls took their turn in the chair andspanked Jillian. By the time the last slap was delivered, Jillianwas sobbing uncontrollably. The girls knew how to ease her pain.On her hands and knees, with her reddened ass wiggling ingratitude, Jillian was again allowed to go around the room eatingout each of the girls. Once again Jillian seemed wild for more andbegged for a second helping. Most of the girls obliged. When theywere through they tied Jillian's hands and feet together behindher, and left her on her side to go to sleep. This wasn't becausethey were afraid of her running away. It was to keep her fromplaying with herself all night long. Wanda threw a dirty oldblanket over her then settled down herself. All of the girls livedin the old building. They had nowhere else to go.

The next six days were similar to the first, with subtlevariations to keep things interesting. When it wasn't rainingJillian spent most of her time tied up outside on the table likebefore. The poster remained, and so did most of her audience. Thegirls had `barbecue' twice more that week. The dog didn't comeback, but the flies were just as bad till the girls got around tocleaning her up. On one occasion they had to quickly hustle her inside whensomeone spotted a cop car in the neighborhood, but it drove pastquickly and never came back. It probably wouldn't have stoppedanyway, even if they had seen her. The police were not a concern.In this section of the South Bronx it was the gangs that ruled...

When Wednesday came around again Wanda had to take Jillian intoGreenwich for her final session with Doctor Kinder. She had a5:00pm appointment. Wanda gave her her cashmere top and took herfor her morning walk around the buildings on her leash, stopping bythat same tree to let her lift her leg and relieve herself. Shethen spent the early afternoon servicing the girls. At 2:30 theybegan to clean her up and get her ready. They scrubbed her till shesqueaked, then one of the girls brought out a brown paper bag withsome old clothes in it. They had belonged to her twelve year oldcousin. Jillian looked at the red pull-over jersey and the short blackdress skeptically. There was no way the clothes of a 12 year oldwould fit on the body of a 35 year old. Wanda was convinced thatthey would. The red jersey was several sizes too small but it stretched.Without a bra Jillian's nipples, along with the entire outline ofher breasts, could be clearly seen. The bottom came down only toher navel. The black dress was even worse. There was no way it would fitaround her waist so they left it unzipped on the side and used arubber band to hold the ends of the waistband together. The dresswas old and wrinkled and smelled musty. It barely covered her asswhen she was standing still. With no panties Jillian couldn't helpbut flash the undercurves of her cheeks whenever she walked. Wandagot Jillian's own shoes from her bag and let her wear them. Thefour inch heels made the shirt and dress look even more trashy, ifthat were possible. Wanda grabbed her bag and began walking towards the trainstation. Jillian followed meekly behind. There was nobody else onthe platform but when they boarded the train every head turned tolook and stare. Wanda told Jillian to sit down. When she did sheheld her knees as closely together as she could and used her armsto try to hide how far the dress was riding up. She was onlyslightly successful. The rubber band holding the two ends of thewaistband together stretched showing a wide triangle of whitethigh. She could feel every pair of eyes on the train burning intoher, but she kept her head lowered and tried to be as motionless aspossible. They got off the train in Greenwich and walked to Dr. Kinder'soffice. Jillian tried to take small steps and used her hands tokeep her dress down, but she had to scurry to keep up with thefast-walking Wanda. Her eyes darted left and right in fear. What ifsomebody she knew saw her? When they arrived at Dr. Kinder's office it was once again empty.The doctor came out to greet her. His eyes almost bugged out of hishead when he saw her! He looked at Wanda, who smiled very smugly athim, then gulped and invited Jillian into his office. Wanda wasasked to remain outside in the waiting room. "Ahh... nice to ahh.. see you again, Jillian. How've you beendoing with the smoking?" Jillian's face and neck were flushed a bright red. She couldn'tmeet the doctor's gaze. She coughed once and said, nervously: "F-fine, doctor. I haven't had a cigarette in two weeks. A-and Ihaven't been drinking a lot of water either." Doctor Kinder cleared his voice. He blushed a little himself,though it was hard to see above his beard. "This will be your final session, Jillian. It will, uh, reinforceyour desire to not smoke. Are you... okay?" "Y-yes, doctor.... I mean... well, uh, I guess so. I'm notsmoking at any rate. I'm okay." Doctor Kinder again lowered the lights in his office. Again heasked Jillian to gaze at the single spot on his desk while he usedhis skills to relax her and put her in deep hypnosis. She wentunder very quickly this time. Once again, at his signal, Louisecame out from the next room and sat next to him. She gazed at theclothes Jillian was wearing and she had a wry smile on her face.The fact was that Louise was beginning to enjoy this immensely. Shehad a very cruel streak in her. What had originally started out asa device to embarrass Jillian's husband at the firm was becoming avery pleasant and arousing exercise on its own. She squeezed herown legs together under the desk as she nodded to the doctor toproceed. "Jillian, are you comfortable?" "I'm embarrassed by these clothes, Doctor." "That's good. You should be. Those clothes are very sluttish.Everyone will be staring at you wherever you go. If anyone you knowwere to see you in them you would nearly die of embarrassment." "Yes, Doctor." "Jillian, that girl outside and her friends have been helping youto live out your fantasy. It would be very dangerous to keep thatall bottled up inside so they're actually helping you. You willcontinue to obey their every command. You will desperately WANT toplease them and obey them, no matter what they tell you to do, nomatter how embarrassing." "It's very embarrassing, Doctor." "That's good, Jillian. It's good for you. No matter what they doto you, you must obey them. You will never get used to the shamefulthings that they do to you. Each time will be like the very firsttime to you. As time goes by you will become even more shamed bythe things they do to you, and also more aroused by it. You willalso continue to crave female cum instead of cigarettes. Thecravings will get stronger and stronger, along with your desire toobey your mistresses in all things." "Yes doctor." Doctor Kinder gulped and looked at Louise hopefully. He wasincredibly aroused by what he was doing to this woman. Louise shookher head no. She knew what he wanted to do now, but there wasn'ttime for it. Besides, he was being well paid for his work. She gotup and went back to the other room. "Jillian, I'm going to wake you up shortly. You will feelrefreshed and awake, but very horny. You will not consciouslyremember our conversation. Your mistress is waiting for yououtside. You will accompany her this evening and obey her." "Yes,Doctor" "Wake up, Jillian."

Jillian blinked her eyes and looked at the doctor. She wasembarrassed that he was seeing her the way she was dressed, but italso aroused her at the same time. "Is it over, Doctor?" "Yes, Jillian. We're finished. I hope you enjoy a wonderful lifefree from cigarettes. I'm glad that I've been able to help." "Thank you Doctor." Jillian glanced down. She couldn't bring herself to meet hiseyes. She knew he must be looking at her and thinking what a slutshe was. She got up and took small steps to the door and letherself out. Doctor Kinder watched her in her incredibly short andwrinkled old black dress. He saw the wedge of white thigh where therubber band held the dress together. He saw the curve of her lowercheeks just under the hem of the dress. His erection was almostpainful. When she got into the reception room Wanda was reading amagazine. She stood up and snapped her fingers. "Let's go slut, we gotta be someplace in a hour and I wanna do alittle window shoppin' first." Jillian meekly followed Wanda outside. They spent the next halfhour walking downtown looking at the shops. Jillian felt the eyesof everybody they passed on them both. They must have been quite asight in old Greenwich. A black teenage girl wearing jeans andsneakers accompanied by a 35 year old white woman with short blondehair dressed like the sluttiest prostitute from an X-rated movie.She was horrified to be in Greenwich like this. The odds of someoneshe knew seeing her were just too high, but she didn't dare voiceher objection to Wanda. A little before 6:00 Wanda hailed a taxi. After they both got inthe back seat Wanda handed a slip of paper to the driver with anaddress on it. He flipped the lever on his meter and headed off. While they were in the back seat Wanda impishly ran her handunder Jillian's short dress. Only inches from the hem she foundJillian's pussy and inserted a finger into it. She wiggled itaround a bit and moved it back and forth as they rode. Jillianclosed her eyes and licked her lips. She tried her best not to moanso the driver wouldn't know what was going on. Wanda removed herhand and mischievously brushed her finger across Jillian's lips.Jillian licked at it and her eyes sprung open. Her breathing got alittle heavier. She couldn't suppress a small whimper as she lookedat Wanda pleadingly. "Not now, bitch. There'll be more later." Wanda whispered. "Okay, ladies" the cab driver said as he pulled the car to theside of the road. "That'll be $6.50" Jillian looked around and suddenly she began to panic. They wereright outside Louise's house. And there were lots of other carsaround too. "W-why are we stopping here?" she said in a panic. "This is the address you gave me, isn't it? That'll be $6.50." Wanda paid the driver and opened the door. "Let's go, bitch. We're gonna be late." "Oh, no! No, please! You couldn't possibly be going to..." "Shut up and get your whore ass outta that cab, or I'll drag youout." The cab driver's jaw dropped as he heard their conversation.Jillian was close to tears as she got out of the cab. Wanda led theway up to the front door with Jillian following meekly behind. Onceon the porch she rang the doorbell. A moment passed and the doorwas opened. A lot of conversation could be heard in the backgroundas Louise's housekeeper let them in. "Good evening, Mrs. Dudley" she said as she showed them both in. Jillian's face was scarlet as she followed Wanda into the largelivingroom. When she stepped into the room she gasped and swallowedhard. Practically everybody she knew was there! Many of the peopleFrank worked with were there with their wives. Her friends, peopleshe socialized with, shopped with, went out to dinner with! My God,Sylvia and George Wooley! Maryanne Dennison and her husband Paul!The Thompsons! This couldn't be happening to her! Conversation practically stopped as she entered the room. Therewere a couple of gasps. She heard "What on earth is she wearing!"from the back of the room. Louise came over to her and pretended to be surprised. "Jillian! So ah... nice you could come. I take it Frank isn'tcoming?" Jillian didn't answer. She looked down at her feet. Wanda jumped in and introduced herself, loudly. "Nice ta meet you. I'm Wanda. Me 'n Jillian's living togethernow." "Wel-welcome! Please... ah... help yourself to something to eatand drink. Jillian, I believe you know everybody here. I'll let youintroduce your friend." Jillian's face and neck were now nearly the color of her redshirt, the child's jersey that came down to her navel and wasstretched so tightly you could actually see the ridges formingaround her nipples. As she followed Wanda to the refreshment tableshe could feel cool air on the bare bottoms of her asscheeks. Shewanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die. She looked up at Wanda's face. Wanda was nibbling on a smallsandwich and had a glass in her other hand. "Please, m'am. Please get me out of here!" She sniffed andclasped her hands together in front of her. "D-don't do this to me.You can do anything else, ANYTHING, but please don't do this tome!" Wanda answered her in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear: "You BEGGING me, bitch?" There were gasps in the room. "I said, Are you begging me, bitch? Well, if you are then you'rein the wrong position... When you beg me you damn well better be onyour knees! Get down there! You heard me, bitch. Get down on yourknees and ask me again. Do what I say or so help me I'll whip yourass right here in front of your friends!" The room was silent. Completely silent. The only sound that couldbe heard was the sobbing from Jillian as she slowly dropped to herknees in front of Wanda. Her eyes were downcast and she didn't saya word. "Speak up, bitch! What do you want?" "P-please get me out of here" she sniffed. "Say what? Didn't I warn you to refer to me as M'am? You thinkbecause you got your rich friends around that you can be dis'n mein front of them? You need some humblin' girl! Some real humblin'!Get down on your hands! Go on, do it!" "I think we'd better be leaving.." she heard someone say. A fewof the people had grabbed their coats and were leaving the room.Most of the others were staying, not quite believing what they wereseeing, and not wanting to miss anything! Jillian placed her hands on the expensive carpet. She was now onall fours. Wanda roughly shoved her around until she was crouchedby the food table with her practically bare ass pointing backtowards everybody in the room. The short black dress had ridden upso that it only covered the very top of her smooth round buns. Itwas even possible to see a little bit of her moist pussy peekingback between a few blonde hairs. Wanda walked up to her and looped a finger into the rubber bandthat was holding her dress closed. She yanked it, snapping it off.The dress immediately came apart. Wanda picked it up off the smallof Jillian's back and dropped it to the floor. Then she bent andpulled off each of her shoes. Jillian was sobbing loudly now. Hershoulders were shaking. She lowered her head to the carpet as shecried, not even aware that this was thrusting her bare ass evenhigher into the air. Wanda kicked her knees wide apart so that her pussy was now infull view, hanging between her legs, just a few inches below herclearly visible puckered anus. Wanda gave a very hard slap toJillian's ass which caused her to raise her head and gasp. She thenthrust two fingers into her wet pussy and rubbed them back andforth. All this had taken place very quickly. "Jillian, are you crazy?!" she heard someone gasp. "It's time toput an end to this." "Stop right where you are, mister. This slut belongs to me, andmy Sisters. It was her choice. If you lay one finger on her now Iswear I'll whip her ass till the skin peels off! I mean it. She'scomin' back home with me tonight whether you like it or not. Nowback off!" The would-be rescuer stopped in his tracks. Then he turned andstormed out of the room. Nobody else was leaving. Wanda took her fingers out of Jillian's cunt and, bending over,put them up to the crouching woman's lips. "Lick it, bitch. Go on!" Jillian licked her own cum off Wanda's fingers. "Oh no...." she wailed, licking off every drop. When she wasfinished she looked up pathetically and pleaded "more.... please?" Wanda laughed and slapped Jillian's ass again. There were now twored handprints on the perfect white buns that were pointing out atthe guests. "You know what to do if you want more. Show them what a whore youare! Rub yourself silly, go on! Let them see what a whore you are!" As Wanda was saying this, Jillian's right hand crept back betweenher widely spread thighs. Everyone in the room could see herworking her fingers in and out of her cunt. She stopped and broughtthe hand up to her own lips. She moaned as she licked off all thejuices, then returned to her pussy for more. She was hooked! Sheswayed her ass back and forth as she rubbed furiously. Wandagrabbed hold of Jillian's red jersey and yanked it up over herhead. Jillian had to lift her arms so the jersey could be pulledcompletely off her. She was now totally nude. Wanda slapped her ass again very hard. "Get back down there, bitch. You ain't finished yet." Obediently, Jillian crouched back down and went back to work onher cunt. Her knees were spread very wide now and her face waspressed to the carpet to steady her as her right hand did its work.Her breath came in ragged gasps and she moaned loudly. It only took a few more seconds for Jillian to get close to herorgasm. Wanda slapped her quivering ass again and taunted her,telling her to cum for her friends. Jillian's whole body wasshaking like a leaf. She let out a loud moan and went stiff as aboard. The guests could see the wetness of her orgasm flowing downover her hand as she humped it. Jillian was crying as shealternately licked her fingers and went back to her pussy for morejuice. She turned a tear-stained and pathetic face up to Wanda and said"More... please?" Wanda had taken Jillian's collar and leash out of her bag and nowbent to put them around the neck of the trembling blonde. "No more now, bitch. Wait till we get back to the other Sisters." Wanda grabbed the discarded shirt, dress and shoes and stuffedthem in her bag. "Call us a cab, please." She said to Louise as she tugged on theleash and led the naked Jillian on all fours out of the room. Shepaused at the threshold to give them all one last look at thosebeautiful pink and white buns, then turned in the hallway and wentout the front door. She led Jillian down to the sidewalk and stood there for a momentholding the leash. Most of the guests had come out to the porch towatch what was happening. Wanda glanced at Louise who secretly gaveher a nod and an `OK' sign. Wanda beamed. She knew she'd justearned her $5,000 bonus. She unclipped the leash but left the collar on, then told Jillianto stand up and put her clothes back on. The rubber band had brokenso she had to hold the waistband of the dress together with onehand. Ten minutes later a cab came and took them to the trainstation.

EPILOGUE

Jillian's performance that night had a profound effect on herhusband's career. When copies of Wanda's home-made video tapesbegan suddenly appearing and being passed around amongst his co-workers he knew he couldn't stay in Greenwich. He asked for, andwas granted, a transfer to a lesser job in the company's Dallas-Fort Worth office. He spoke to his attorney about a divorce but wasadvised that, under the circumstances, he'd make out better by justmoving to Texas and abandoning Jillian to her new lifestyle. Louise got what she wanted. Six months later her own husband waspromoted to Executive Vice President. With his only competition outof the running he was a shoo-in. In addition to advancing her husband's career, she was kept wellstocked with a continuing supply of Wanda's video tapes. Wanda hadbecome quite creative and had earned another bonus within twomonths. Louise enjoyed viewing the tapes and loaned them out toquite a few of Jillian's former friends for stag parties and thelike. She had Wanda bring Jillian back to Greenwich at least oncea month for very "special" parties.

With the influx of Louise's money, plus the notoriety of havinga white slave-slut, Wanda's gang flourished. They rented space inthe building next door which was heated and had electricity. Theywere able to recruit new young girls to the gang. Jillian becametheir major source of income. The money that Louise sent eachmonth, plus what they got for loaning her out on occasion to othergangs had them all dressing and eating better. But they still lovedtheir barbecue, with it's `special' sauce!

Doctor Kinder was right about Jillian. She never did get used tothe things that the girls did to her. Some of the new girls haveproven to be most inventive. The old worn wooden table is stilloutside, and Jillian spends a good deal of her time there on herback, watching the clouds through teary eyes and wiggling toes, butthe girls are continually finding new ways to spice things up. Itwas, in fact, one of the new girls who suggested placingclothespins on Jillian's nipples, and also on the sensitive lowercurves of her ass as it pointed up over the table's edge. Itgreatly increased the level of Jillian's moaning and wasappreciated by all who saw her displayed that way. The thing that still bothers Jillian the most is her occasionaltrips to Greenwich. Her wardrobe hasn't changed much. She still hasthe cashmere top for her morning and evening walks and her redjersey and black dress for special occasions. The girls havebenefited greatly from owning her, and Jillian, well, she stilldoesn't smoke cigarettes...

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