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by Sharon J

Sister BDSM FemDom Team
For Rebecca coming back to the hotel suite was almost like coming home. She had stayed in the suite for nearly a week now with her boss Yvonne and her boss’s valet and bodyguard Allen. Allen was a little over six feet tall, around 200 well-muscled pounds with black hair. He said very little, but from what she heard, Rebecca thought he was from a central European country. Yvonne has 5’ 4” with blond hair. Yvonne was beautiful in a glamorous way. Yet she exuded not so much beauty or glamour as power and charisma. Yvonne’s business was very successful because she always seemed to know which buttons to push with people. She exuded leadership. Rebecca was 5’ 8” with light brown hair and a figure and face that had always been the envy of her friends.

As they entered the suite Allen closed the door behind him. He remained behind Rebecca while Yvonne suddenly spoke to her in a matter-of-fact tone. “The deal with our client is nearly complete. I promised him
something to clinch the deal,” Yvonne pointed at Rebecca, “you.”

Rebecca was confused, “What do you mean, me?”

“He gets you for a night,” Yvonne replied briskly.

Rebecca swallowed, “You mean- you mean to sleep with me?” When Yvonne nodded Rebecca shook her head, “I didn’t sign on for that. I’m a secretary. I don’t do that.” Rebecca’s cheeks flushed with anger, “I’m not your slave.” Suddenly Allen grabbed Rebecca’s wrists.

“Get on your knees,” Yvonne said calmly in monotone. With Allen pushing her wrists down Rebecca had
little choice but to comply. Yvonne smiled at Rebecca, “Say to me, ‘I am your slave.” Rebecca hesitated. Yvonne slapped her across the face hard. Yvonne’s tone became dark, “This is Bangkok, a dangerous city if you have no friends here. Right now you have two friends, Allen and me. We’ll take care of you if you obey me.”

Rebecca felt tears running down her cheeks, “I am your slave.” She wondered if she should have seen this moment coming. In the suite she had slept in a sleeping bag while Yvonne and Allen had beds in separate rooms. The night before last Yvonne asked Rebecca to take off her dress and rub Yvonne’s feet. In her white slip, high-heeled sandals and hose Rebecca knelt down while Yvonne sat on the edge of the bed and looked at papers. Last night was the same except that Yvonne had asked Rebecca to kiss her feet after rubbing them. Silently Rebecca complied. Rebecca hadn’t minded that. She was no lesbian, but Yvonne had become like a big sister to her. Rebecca had always looked up to her older sister Sharon, who had also owned her own company. Sharon had always been much smarter than Rebecca. When Sharon disappeared mysteriously Rebecca found work with Yvonne. She traveled the world first class, staying at plush hotels and eating the finest cuisine. It was a fine life. Now, though, it was becoming a nightmare.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” Yvonne’s suddenly-soft voice brought Rebecca back into the present.

“No,” Rebecca shook her head, “but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“He promised to wear protection,” bending down, Yvonne stroked Rebecca’s cheeks softly, “He’s a kind man; I’m sure he won’t hurt you.” Rebecca nodded meekly. A few hours later Rebecca did it. The client kept kissing her and telling her how beautiful she was. He was very gentle. Rebecca had worse sex. Still, as she entered the client’s bathroom afterward she was shaking, wondering to herself if she had become a whore. The client came in and saw her sobbing. He kissed her cheek.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” she sobbed, “You’re very nice and it was nice but I’ve never done this kind of thing before. Please don’t tell Yvonne you saw me crying.” The client hugged Rebecca and promised he wouldn’t tell that or say anything bad about her to Yvonne.

Things went “back to normal” for Rebecca until two days later in Cairo when she accidentally deleted a file on Yvonne’s laptop. Rebecca lost four hours of Yvonne’s work. When she apologized Yvonne glared at her but said nothing. That night after supper in their hotel room Yvonne demanded Rebecca kneel in front of the bed. With Allen watching Yvonne took her hairbrush and spanked Rebecca hard 20 times.

Rebecca was sobbing, “Please, I’m sorry, I’m really, really sorry.”

“You stupid ass. You piece of fluff,” Yvonne’s whisper was livid. Yvonne hopped up on the edge of the bed, “And if you think that was your complete punishment you’re even stupider. Take off your clothes.” Knowing that Allen was standing behind her, Rebecca complied. try to please her. When Rebecca was naked Yvonne commanded her to kneel before the bed again. Yvonne then tied Rebecca’s wrists in front of her with their exercise jumprope. She pushed Rebecca’s head onto her breasts. Rebecca breathed heavily. The feeling was soft and warm and she wondered how this could be punishment. Then Allen entered her. He forced himself into her while Yvonne put a hand over Rebecca’s mouth to keep her from screaming. Rebecca had heard anal sex was painful, but had not realized it was this bad. She felt like she were going to leap out of her skin. Yvonne softly stroked Rebecca’s hair while Allen rocked himself behind her. Rebecca sobbed and tried to say she was sorry, but even though Yvonne had taken her hand off Rebecca’s mouth, Rebecca could make no words come out, only soft sobs. After what Rebecca later figured were only fifteen minutes but seemed like an eternity, Allen came. He pulled himself out of her and hurled his condom on the floor.

“Tell me you love me,” Yvonne whispered in Rebecca’s ear.

“I love you, Yvonne,” Rebecca said over and over again as Yvonne held Rebecca’s head tightly to her bosom. After Allen went to his adjoining hotel room Yvonne took off all her clothing. Rebecca had never seen her naked before and realized Yvonne was better looking than she had thought. While they lay in bed together, Yvonne told Rebecca to kiss her vaginal area. Rebecca meekly stroked and kissed it.

“Use your tongue,” Yvonne whispered. Rebecca gave Yvonne a great deal of pleasure. After Yvonne came she grabbed Rebecca’s shoulders, pushed her up and kissed her full on the lips. Rebecca could feel the flavors of their lipsticks combining. The two women fell asleep in each others’ arms.

Life continued this way for Rebecca for weeks. She traveled around the world as Yvonne’s secretary. At  night she and Yvonne pleasured each other. Yvonne never left any doubt, though, who was in charge.

One day in Paris a man tried to snatch Yvonne’s briefcase. Allen punched the man and then chased him. The man got away but Yvonne was very grateful to Allen. She called him the world’s best bodyguard. He smiled quietly. That night when the three of them were together in Yvonne’s hotel room Yvonne commanded Rebecca to take off all her clothing except hose, bra and panties. Rebecca swiftly complied. Yvonne then commanded Rebecca to kneel before the bed, which she also did swiftly.

“Allen,” Yvonne beamed, “You were a real hero today and deserve a hero’s reward.” As Allen sat on the edge of the bad naked Yvonne commanded Rebecca to take his manhood in her mouth and gently lick and suck it. This was another first for Rebecca. After about a half hour Allen came. He was wearing no condom this time and Yvonne laughingly commanded Rebecca to swallow the semen. After doing that Rebecca lay on the floor. She had never felt so tired in her life.

A few nights later, after landing a large deal, Yvonne had Allen and Rebecca both kneeling before her, Allen kissing her left foot, Rebecca kissing her right foot. Yvonne stroked Allen’s hair with her left hand and Rebecca’s hair with her right hand. Yvonne later said this was the happiest moment of her life.

In the next month Rebecca slept with a few more clients for Yvonne, a few men and a few women. None of them hurt her or were rude to her. Rebecca imagined they promised Yvonne they would not be and didn’t want to risk Yvonne’s wrath. Allen also, Rebecca learned, slept with a few clients to help clinch a deal for Yvonne. These clients were women.

A week after returning to Yvonne’s home in Malibu Yvonne gave Allen and all her other servants the night  off, all except Rebecca. Yvonne’s guests were the neighbors, an attractive pair of sisters in their fifties. All the women were in expensive dresses except Rebecca who, at Yvonne’s command, wore a white thong bikini. She knelt at Yvonne’s side while the other women talked. She spoke only when spoken to, smiling while thanking the sisters for complimenting her on the meal she had cooked and served.

“Is it true” a sister asked Rebecca, “that you’re Yvonne’s slave?”

“Yes,” Rebecca said nodding and smiling.

“You obey her?” the sister asked.

“Yes” she replied.

Later Yvonne had Rebecca dance for the women, who clapped appreciatively. The women discussed art and poetry. As the evening wore on the sisters took off their shoes. Yvonne commanded Rebecca to lie on the floor in front of the sisters and kiss their feet, which Rebecca did profusely. The older sister gently placed Rebecca’s head in her lap and softly stroked Rebecca’s hair.

“Tell me, Yvonne,” the younger sister in a gentle tone groped for words, “You’re not a . . . lesbian, but you enjoy Rebecca’s company?”

Yvonne smiled and looked into her cocktail, “I have enjoyed women that way a few times. Rebecca is the best because she’s a sweetheart and completely submissive.”

The younger sister sat up and tilted her head slightly, “Forgive me, but . . . what’s it like?”

“She could show you now,” Yvonne replied.

The sister blushed and smiled.

“There’ve never been many secrets among us,” Yvonne said softly. Yvonne called Rebecca over and, whispering in her ear, commanded her to kiss and rub the younger sister all over her body. Rebecca did so, to the delight of both the sisters. The younger sister put her hands on Rebecca’s head and pulled Rebecca to her until the two of them were French kissing. She then put Rebecca’s head on her breasts.

The older sister spoke softly but firmly, “She loves you, Yvonne, but you’re very good to her and let her lead a fabulous lifestyle. Would she love you even through pain?”

Yvonne smiled slightly and stroked her cocktail glass, whispering, “There’s only one way to find out.”
She went into an adjoining room and came back carrying a whip. Rebecca swallowed hard and began to shake. Yvonne commanded Rebecca to take off her bikini. Rebecca did so, still shaking.

“Please no, Goddess,” the kneeling Rebecca looked up at Yvonne, “I’ve been good- I’ve done everything you wanted.”

“Will you still love me if I hurt you?” asked Yvonne in a flat tone.

Rebecca nodded, “I’ll always love you, Goddess.”

Yvonne put the commanding tone back in her voice, “I’m going to whip you 20 times. After each stroke tell me you love me. If you don’t sound sincere when you say it I’ll stop.”

Yvonne whipped Rebecca in different parts of her body including each breast and buttock. Rebecca told Yvonne that she loved her after each stroke. The last stroke hit Rebecca squarely in the vagina. She screamed in pain.

She then look up at Yvonne and whispered, “I love you.”

Yvonne noticed the small stain where Rebecca had wet the carpet.

“Here’s what I want you to do now, little ‘Bec. Go out into the kitchen and bring me the salt.” Rebecca  promptly did as she was told. Yvonne and the sisters rubbed salt in Rebecca’s wounds while Rebecca cried. When Rebecca passed out they laid her softly on the floor.

“She’s remarkable,” the older sister stated, “You must keep her for a long time, maybe even forever.”

Yvonne smiled and kissed Rebecca’s cheek. Rebecca’s wounds healed relatively quickly. She found herself becoming meeker and more loving to Yvonne than ever before. At Yvonne’s request Rebecca had sex with Allen a few times while Yvonne watched. Allen never kissed Rebecca or said anything to her on these occasions, but he rubbed her arms and breasts in a loving way.

The sisters returned for several visits, which invariably ended with Rebecca pleasuring both of them
with her tongue. The only other time Yvonne hurt her during these visits was when Rebecca dropped a dish of vegetables on the floor. Yvonne slapped her hard.

One night Yvonne commanded Rebecca to come to Yvonne’s bedroom at 9 PM. As Rebecca walked into the bedroom Yvonne ordered her to strip. She noticed Yvonne was wearing a soft red nightgown and had a dildo strapped around her waist. As Rebecca lay on the bed Yvonne shoved the dildo inside Rebecca. Yvonne rocked back and forth. After about fifteen minutes of this she lay on her side, which forced Rebecca to lie on her side facing Yvonne. With the dildo still inside Rebecca, Yvonne forced a large vibrator up Rebecca’s rectum. Rebecca gasped as Yvonne turned on the vibrator. Both women rocked back and forth. Yvonne finally got the dildo inside Rebecca so far she was right beside her. Yvonne kissed Rebecca on the lips.

Rebecca began to pant, “I love you, Goddess.” She said that over and over as Yvonne shoved the vibrator
further into her. Yvonne placed Rebecca’s hand over her vagina. After a few minutes of Rebecca stroking Yvonne’s vagina and feeling the dildo and the vibrator within her, both women came simultaneously.

The next morning Yvonne asked Rebecca to write her a long love letter in longhand. In it Rebecca was instructed to note that Yvonne owned her soul. Rebecca did write such a letter. It was six pages long. Yvonne put it in her safe deposit box.

Rebecca continued to be Yvonne’s secretary. Rebecca’s clothing, diet and workout schedule were all decided by Yvonne. When Rebecca made mistakes Yvonne yelled at her or whipped her or both. As time went on Rebecca found herself trying to please Yvonne more and more, until pleasing Yvonne became the sole reason for Rebecca’s existence. Rebecca felt happy only when Yvonne was happy, and sad only when Yvonne was sad. Yvonne often said the two were soulmates. Every night she had Rebecca kneel before her and kiss her feet for five minutes. Unless Rebecca had displeased her that day she then had Rebecca kiss her buttocks for ten minutes. After that Rebecca would always thank Yvonne for such an honor.