Embracing their roles

Sally sat on the couch listening to everything Mark said. She was still questioning her decision to submit to him. That day after shopping with him and bearing her life was something she never expected to share with anyone. Plus, when they returned to Mark's apartment and seeing the **** again, she never expected her mind and body's reactions. As the evening progressed and Master, god did she actually think of him as a Master now, began to take charge, brought back all the submissive feelings so long ago buried.

Sally looked at the ****, dressed like a normal woman. She was very pretty, but ever since she had met Carrie and learned how submissive she was, her mind kept drifting back to when she owned Julie her old roommate. Only this time I didn't have the same loving feelings for Carrie as I did for Julie. Here was a woman who was a **** in every sense of the word. She would do anything I desired, no matter how humiliating, or painful, without hesitation. She truly had no sense of free will.

Sally's pussy pulsed at the thought of what she could do to Master's ****. He hadn't given her any directions. He only said she was to take her to the store and have her help buying supplies. Sally looked at the time. It was only 8:30. Plenty of time to have some fun before she had to go home this afternoon.

Sally leaned back into the couch as her **** nervously stood in front of her. It was the classic battle going on in her head. The devil on one shoulder whispering into her ear to strip the **** and humiliate her, **** her, and even punish her. While the angel on the other pleading to help this broken woman and begin the healing process.

The longer she sat there staring at the ****, the harder it was to resist the devil's whispers. She watched as Carrie's expressions changed. First it was excitement, but after a minute or so it changed to submission. There wasn't the slight smile curling up from the corners of her mouth. As time went by Sally notice fear began to creep across the ****'s face. The more she saw the harder it was to resist. With Julie, it was a consensual relationship, with set boundaries, safe words, and strict rules. The **** in front of her knew nothing of that. She served without question no matter what.

The pulsing in Sally's pussy was growing more intense by the minute. The intensity growing and clouding her mind, pushing out the angel as the devil's voice grew louder by the second. Finally, Sally's mind was overcome with lust and she practically screamed out.

"STRIP ****!"

Carrie jumped at the loud command but reacted instantaneously and practically ripped her clothes off her body. She stood in front of her Mistress naked once again and Sally could see her legs tremble.

"Well ****, we have some time before I take you to the store. I think it's time you learn that I am your Mistress and you will obey me." Sally slowly stood and walked around the subdued **** starting at the ground. As she slowly circled her, Sally's fingers caressed Carrie's skin, raking her fingernails across Carrie's arms, neck, back, and finally her breasts. Ending up at the ****'s engorged nipples.

"Oh, is the **** excited?" She growled, not wanting an answer but pinching both nipple and twisting them hard.

She watched as her **** struggled to not make a sound. She smiled and twisted even harder, her fingers pinching even harder. But still the well-trained **** didn't make a sound.

"You better not make a sound ****. You are to remain silent until I give you permission." Sally whispered in Carries ear.

Sally released the ****'s nipples and drew her hand back and slapped the ****'s tits. First one then the other. With each slap, she watched at Carrie struggled to remain silent. Harder and harder she slapped them over and over. The longer it went on the redder the abused breasts were. Finally, Sally brought her hand back behind her body and with all her strength she slapped Carrie's left breast. A scream came out of the ****'s mouth as she could no longer withstand the punishment. Sally watched as Carrie dropped to her knees holding her tits and crying.

Sally stood there watching and in shock. Yes, she had punished Julie before, but never so cruelly. She stood there looking down at the crying **** and stepped back. Her mind trying to comprehend what she had done. She remembered how when she was a **** and her Mistress tortured her when her Master was gone.

'God, have I turned into my Mistress?' Flooded her brain. She stood the for a second before sitting on the couch. Yes, she hated what she had just done, but her body was on fire. She had never been so aroused. Sally spread her legs and growled.

"Eat me ****."

Sally sat back as the **** crawled between her legs, opened her pants, and pulled them down her legs. She smiled as her mind drifted back to just last night when Carrie brought her to an amazing orgasm, just after she gave Master a blowjob.

Sally's body flushed when she felt her ****'s tongue start to work its magic. Her mind continuing to drift to this morning and waking to Master caressing her breasts. It had been so long since she had awakened to someone teasing her body. She could still feel the effects of this morning's sex and her ****'s tongue were bringing everything back.

Sally had Carrie eat her to two climaxes before releasing her. She pushed her back and calmly said. "Go clean up, we need to get going."

She watched as Carrie slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returned, her face clean and her hair once again perfect. She stood in front of Sally. Her hands behind her waiting for instructions.

"Well get dressed. You can't go to the store naked." Sally barked. By the time her **** was dressed, Sally checked to see if her **** collar was still in place. She held up a leash in front of her eyes.

"You remember your rules don't you ****?" Sally demanded.

"Yes Mistress." She answered

"Good, because this leash is not only for control, but is excellent for punishments. Do not disappoint me." Sally demanded and headed for the door with Carrie close behind.

This is the last chapter I was able to recover from Sadkins original story. And so, I leave the continuation of this tale to the many writers of CHYOA. Have fun with this story and do with it what you will. I look forward to reading it.