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front of me. A Dom that I loathed looked back at me. He was a fat overbearing slob of a man who treated his slaves badly. He degraded them beyond what was necessary and he was heavy handed with his punishments. I had been instrumental in bringing him down several pegs and as such he was only a minor player now, but that just made it worse. He hated me for what I’d done to him.
    “Charles,” Stacy asked sweetly, “would you like to have thirty minutes with my slut?”
    I swear he stared drooling. The quiver that went through me was one of disgust. I knew what was coming and I knew I couldn’t stand it. I would have to agree to Stacy’s proposal. He nodded.
    “Pam, your choice now is to agree to my new proposal to end the bet or I’m giving you to him for thirty minutes.”
    I wanted to scream out my yes, yes , yes, but I waited for the offer .
    “Agree to strip naked whenever I’m in the club and present yourself to me to use as a slave for one hour.”
    My eyes found hers. She had a soft smirking smile on her lips. She knew I could never agree to that. As much as I dreaded the consequences of my answer this game was building a heat in my cunt. I needed an orgasm.
    “No, Stacy,” I said with a tremor of despair in my voice.
    “Oh, Pammy, you are so much fun!” she exclaimed handing the leash to Charles.
    He didn’t waste any time. He dragged me to a private room and strung me up.
    “I knew someday you’d fuck up you haughty bitch,” he sneered.
    I looked at him with fire in my eyes. He took the bait.
    “Does the slave have something to say before I whip her and sodomize her?”
    “Don’t do it,” I said firmly, “I will remember and make you pay.”
    “There is no way you can ever climb out of this hole,” he laughed.
    “Are you sure, Charles?” I asked softly.
    Perhaps the use of his name set him off. I don’t know. He whipped me until I was welted from my back to my thighs. Then he cut me down and fucked me up the ass. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of screaming and I didn’t move while he violated me. I hardened my heart. Somehow I was going to turn this around. Stacy had made a huge blunder and she didn’t even know it yet. He grunted out his release but it was clear my rage had spoiled it. He cut me down and returned me to Stacy.
    “How was it, Pam?” she asked.
    “I think you would be wise to give this up, Stacy,” I said coldly.
    I could see the uncertainty flicker through her eyes. It came and went in a flash and she was her smug self again.
    “So,” she said harshly, “that wasn’t enough to convince you? You are going to agree, Pam, or I am going to break you.”
    I put my head down and waited for the next degradation. She pulled my leash and we started for the door.
    “Time to install you in your new home, Pam,” she said walking out of the club dragging me on my hands and knees.
    We reached her car and she opened the trunk. I climbed in and she slammed it. Thirty minutes later it opened and she pulled me into her home.
    She had me undress her and then took me to her bed where I spent most of the night making love to her. She taught me all of the needs of her body while mine was going crazy. The power she had over me was still doing funny things and the closeness to her young fresh tight body did the rest. A part of me I didn’t know existed carved the control she had over me. She could tell I wanted relief but she didn’t grant it.
    In the morning she had me bathe her and fix her breakfast. I knelt by her feet while she ate. She teased my cunt with her foot all during breakfast until my wetness was dripping on the floor and I was moaning constantly.
    “Does Pammy want an orgasm?”
    “Yes, Pllleeease, Stacy,” I moaned.
    “No, Pam. I want you to really understand how helpless you are to resist me. Later tonight we’ll have a lesson.”
    I did understand how helpless I was. I hated not being in control yet some part of me responded. I tried to twist my mind around