Sally is confused

Sally's mind was confused, when she woke this morning. She didn't know what to expect. Yesterday when she was introduced to Mark's ****, it had woken desires she never thought would surface again. When she escaped her slavery, she vowed to never put herself into such a position again. But looking at Carrie kneeling on the floor as they entered the apartment, it all flooded back. As the evening progressed and she realized how broken Carrie was, and how she might never escape her past.

Sally struggled to maintain her emotions and managed to instruct Mark in how to proceed. Today she was going with Mark to teach him more about being a master, but more importantly how to be a loving master.

Now Mark and she were going out to do some shopping. Carrie needed clothes and Mark needed tools to maintain his control over Carrie. Sally realized that Carrie needed a strong hand at least for now. Over the next few weeks and months, hopefully, that need for control would lessen. But Sally had no idea how broken the **** was.

The shopping today went well. Ever since Mark had been coming into the coffee shop, Sally had felt a connection to him. Over the last year that connection grew stronger, and she had found herself looking forward to his visits. When he opened up about Carrie, she almost peed her pants. Her mind immediately flashed back over her life and all that had happened to her, oh so long ago.

When they stopped for lunch and Mark asked me about my experience, I couldn't hold back any longer and told him of my days as a ****. I know he was shocked, but I could also see he was excited. I know he was trying not to show it, but I could tell.

By the time, we left the pub and headed back to Mark's apartment, I had told Mark all about my life as a **** and Mistress. I was so excited I almost climaxed when we parked the car. She sighed as she remembered walking up to the door. I know he hadn't planned to spend so much money today, but it was so much fun picking everything out, and now we're about to use his purchases on his ****.

Sally was impressed with the ****'s performance. Her lists were extensive and well thought out. The dinner was excellent with very little to work with. However, she was impressed with Mark finding out something to punish Carrie for.

Now she was in Mark's room, naked with the ****, in her new lingerie standing in the corner. She had no intention for the day to end this way, but she understood why. Mark needed to establish the hierarchy in their new group. Mark the Master, me the next in charge but submissive to Master, and Carrie the **** and under everyone's control.

Sally was laying there nervous, aroused, and feeling things she hadn't felt in years. It was everything in her power to keep from completely succumbing to the situation. She waited just as the **** in the corner for the inevitable; Mark to enter.

The longer they waited, the harder it was to not think of him as Mark but Master. She hated herself for telling him she would never submit to him, a rookie, and now to be naked on his bed. She cussed at herself and her lack of strength at not refusing to obey. But as the day progressed, the more the old emotions, arousal, and training started to fill her being.

Both her and the **** jumped a bit when the bedroom door opened. Sally glanced at Carrie and watched as she rocked from foot to foot. Her eyes glued to the corner where she stood. Sally on the other hand was shaking slightly, her pussy was gushing and when she saw his face and his lustful look, she blushed. Hardly a strong look, she moaned to herself.