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A Slave to Capitalism CH1: Crime and Punishment
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A Slave to Capitalism Chapter 1: Crime and Punishment
By sfma...@worldnet.att.net
"Slow Day, isn't it," asked Brenda Daniels.
Doris Rogers was startled out of her concentration, as she had been
admiring herself in one of the store's mirrors. She was a pretty girl, age
28, with a 34-30-34 figure and great legs. It was certainly true: they'd
been open for hours, and they hadn't had a paying customer yet. Sure,
there had been the usual lookers, and a few people even tried something on.
But as far as buying something, there had yet to be a single transaction
in the cash register.
"Well, I guess that nobody wants something made of leather just now,"
answered Doris.
The two saleswomen looked over the store where they worked, and saw row
after row of leather coats, skirts, pants, gloves, and hats. The entire
store was filled with the sensual aroma of leather, making it smell and
feel like no other store in the mall. Even the leather departments of the
major department stores couldn't match their selection.
Both women were dressed alike, a white silk top over a black leather
skirt, stockings, and high heels. The owner had asked them to dress that
way in order to get customers in the door in the hope of encouraging sales.
Brenda and Doris were happy to oblige, since it meant that they sold
expensive goods on commission, and got a sizable discount when they wanted
to purchase something. Which they sometimes did, and quite often.
"Just wish we had somebody to sell to," said Brenda, "You put out the
latest delivery?"
"You have a strange choice of words," laughed Doris, "Yes, I did put those
skirts out this morning. Just after we opened."
"You're right," agreed Brenda, "I guess my mind was somewhere else."
"Probably on Harry, I'll bet," said Doris.
"Now whatever gave you that idea,?" asked Brenda.
"I can always tell when you got laid the previous night. That's when you
seem dreamy and keep pulling at your skirt."
"Is it that obvious?"
Her companion just smiled in response, her red lips turned up in a
mischievous grin whenever her coworker and friend mentioned the idea of
sex.
Deep down, Doris felt extremly jealous of her friend. The woman had no
trouble getting boyfriends, but all that she ever met were jerks who
couldn't even tell time. She had the urge to run to the back room and
masturbate, but it was too early.
"Well, we could try on the leather dresses again," suggested Brenda, "To
pass the time."
"And risk Andrea walking in here? No thanks," said Doris.
Their boss, Andrea Gavin, was the owner of the place. Rich, she owned
leather shops in all of the malls on affluent Long Island. Doris imagined
that in the mornings, Andrea would spend her time going over the sales
figures that were downloaded into her computer the previous evening. After
that was complete, Andrea would get into her black BMW and tour the area
malls, seeing how her stores were doing.
While Doris liked and admired Andrea, she was terrified of her boss.
Andrea was rich, and made no secret of it. She flaunted herself in
clothing, and preferred to wear a leather wardrobe. Not too surprising, in
light of what she owned. Still, there was no mistaking when she walked
into the store on spike heels, her slender body encased in a leather dress
covered by a leather coat. Black, of course.
"Well girls, good morning," said Andrea in greeting.
Open for two hours, Doris was not too surprised to see Andrea walk in.
She rarely wore anything other than a leather outfit of some kind, even in
summer. Now that it was winter, she could indulge herself by wearing
whatever leather outfit she liked. And the weather would remain blissfully
cold, obliging her.
Removing her coat and gloves, she surveyed the empty store around her.
Sadly she looked at the empty isles between racks. They should be full of
men and women buying things, she thought. Not merely gathering dust.
"Any sales yet,?" asked Andrea.
"No, Andrea, "Doris answered, "Just a few window shoppers. Guess it's not
cold enough yet."
"Yeah," she said in response, "Brenda, could you watch the floor for a few
minutes? I'd like to talk to Doris in my office for a while."
"Sure," answered Brenda.
Doris followed Andrea to the store's rear, going past the racks of leather
skirts and changing rooms. They entered a part of the store that customers
never saw, composed of an office and a stockroom.
"In there," said Andrea.
Andrea seated herself behind the desk in her office, after carefully
hanging her coat up. Doris seated herself on the other side, after
smoothing her skirt down.
"What can I do for you,?" asked Doris.
"Doris, this is something that I really hate to do. Please explain
this,?" she demanded.
Andrea produced a large manila envelope, and handed it to Doris. Her
heart pounding in her chest, Doris shuddered as the opened the envelope.
There, in grainy black and white, was the evidence of her crimes. Dated
and timed, they showed Doris removing plastic bags from the trash bins
behind the mall. Doris remembered the contents of every single bag. She
had not stolen to make money, indeed she could have sold everything for a
nice sum. Instead, she had stolen out of jealously. She wanted a wardrobe
to match Andrea's, nothing more.
"Doris, why,?" asked Andrea, "I thought that you liked working here?"
"I do."
"But you are bonded, meaning that you are, or were, to be trusted,"
pointed out Andrea, "Why did you suddenly start stealing?"
Doris broke out in tears. Her answer came out in tearful sobs, a few
words at a time.
"Andrea, I'm......sorry. I was always envious of everything that you
wear. I wanted the same things for myself."
"So you began stealing. Do you know the value of everything that you
took? It must clear a couple of thousand, easy. Know what that means?"
"No...no, I don't," answered Doris.
"It's a felony. Jail time. Do you really want to spend some time in the
slammer if I press charges?"
"No, please no," sobbed Doris, "I'll do just anything to stay out of
jail. I've heard stories of what happens there, and it scares the hell out
of me."
Andrea Gavin sat back in her chair, the leather of her chair and that of
her dress making the most wonderful sound as they rubbed again the other.
She watched her fallen employee from across the desk, seeing the girl sob
and cry. Perfect! She was going to get the girl right where she wanted!
And so easily, too!
"I'll return everything, I promise. I'll do just anything, whatever you
ask! Please, just keep me out of jail," plead Doris between sobs.
"There now, take a tissue. Stop crying. It's not the end of the world.
Perhaps we could come to some kind of arrangement?"
"Yes, please. Anything," cried Doris.
"Then come to my house tonight, at around nine. Do you remember where it
is, in Northport,?" asked Andrea.
"Yes," Doris had attended a couple of Christmas parties there, so she knew
just how rich Andrea really was.
"I'll be there," she sobbed.
"Good," replied Andrea
* * * * * * * * * *
Doris was confused. After her talk with Andrea, she had expected to go to
jail. Instead, she had been invited to her house. They had enjoyed an
hour of pleasant conversation while having drinks, and Doris answered all
of Andrea's probing questions. Which turned out not to be about her
thefts from the store, but concerned her sexual preferences instead.
"Have you ever tried it with a woman,?" asked Andrea.
"Well, no. But I never really liked doing it with a man either," Doris
answered.
"You stole all of that leather. I take it that you are interested in that
sort of thing."
"Yes. I like how it looks, the feel of a second skin on my body," replied
Doris as she drank another brandy.
"Would you like to do something with me,?" Andrea coyly asked.
"What do you have in mind?," answered Doris, the alcohol going to her
head.
"Take off all your clothes first. I want to see what you've been hiding
all along."
Much to her surprise, Doris did not protest. The memory of being
threatened with jail did not have to mentioned. Instead, she had been
relaxed with talking to Andrea, and the brandy was having it's effect by
lowering her inhibitions.
Doris stood up and kicked off her heels. Then she unzipped her skirt,
and pulled it down her legs. She unbuttoned her blouse, and folded both on
the chair. She next undid her bra, and garter belt, stockings, and panties
came last. Doris stood, naked, her hands at her side, in front of Andrea.
Andrea sat in her chair and looked at Doris approvingly. The girl was
simply lovely!
"Turn around slowly," she ordered, "Let me see what you've got."
Doris raised her arms above her head, and turned slowly and seductively.
She had not shown off her naked body to another woman since college, and
she was shivering in excitement and fear while wondering what would happen
next.
"Beautiful," Andrea commented, "Now if you'll just put these on."
Andrea was toying with a pair of gleaming stainless steel handcuffs, which
Doris had seen on countless police officer's belts.
"Handcuffs, but what for,?" asked Doris.
"Why, you've got to be punished, dear. Surely you didn't think that you
were going to get off without paying for your crimes?"
Andrea handed the cuffs to Doris, who felt their weight in her hands.
They were heavy, and once locked on her, there would be no escape.
"Either put the handcuffs on, and submit to me. Or else would you rather
go to jail,?" Andrea asked with ice in her voice.
Doris took one cuff and locked it around her right wrist. When she went
to lock the other, Andrea shook her head and motioned for her to lock the
other behind her back. Without protest, Doris did so. When the ratchet
had clicked behind her back, she tried to pull her wrists apart. They
were firmly locked behind her back, rendering her helpless and at Andrea's
mercy.
"I believe that a punishment should fit the crime, don't you,?" questioned
Andrea.
"Yes," Doris cautiously answered.
"Then come along, dear Doris. Since you stole my leather, a think that
it's only fitting that should be the method of your punishment."
A few minutes later, Doris was standing on a stone floor in Andrea's
basement. Naked, her wrists were chained over her head, encased in leather
and steel bracelets. She could see her pretty breasts protruding forward,
the nipples red with excitement. Her freedom of movement was restricted
just a single step in any direction, with the chain keeping her in place.
After chaining her this way, Andrea had left. She said that she had to get
dressed. Her sole companion was a mirror set in the wall, and Doris looked
at herself, wondering just what Andrea had in mind. She had from admiring
herself from on mirror to another. Except that this mirror would see her
in ways that no other mirror would.
"Well, Doris, having a good time,?" asked Andrea.
"Andrea," she answered as she turned around, twisting the ceiling chain.
Andrea was now wearing a leather bodysuit, gloves that reached from her
fingers to her shoulders, and a pair of matching thigh high boots on five
inch heels. All in black leather that made her look totally stunning. The
outfit showed off her lush figure even more than the leather ones that she
wore at work. Her luscious breasts were accentuated by a small waspish
waist that Doris wondered how her boss achieved.
"What a change, dear," Andrea began, "Pity I can't wear this to the
office. How do I look?"
"Beautiful."
"Beautiful, Mistress Andrea, if you please. You're mine now. Do you
understand?"
"No, Mistress," answered Doris, unsure of Andrea's new title.
"I'm what's called a Mistress, or Dominant. It's my hobby to put bad
little girls like you in their proper place. Now then, what shall I do
with you," she asked, "A few strokes with the whip, I think."
Andrea walked over to the wall, perched on the five inch heels that
clicked as she stepped. Opening what had looked like solid stone, she
revealed a cabinet from which Doris had glanced all sorts of things.
Andrea removed a coiled leather whip, which she felt with her gloved
fingers. Closing the cabinet, she clicked her heels over to Doris, who
watched in fascination.
"After being whipped a few times, I'm sure that you will regret stealing
from me," Andrea observed.
"Not the whip, no Andrea, please," cried Doris.
"And you said you'd do anything to avoid jail. Well a few strokes with
the whip hardly compares with time in the slammer."
Doris tensed as she watched the whip uncoil to the floor, and tensed as
she watched Andrea draw her arm back to deliver the first blow to her naked
skin.
"Owwwwww,!" cried Doris.
"That didn't hurt so bad, now did it? You'll feel much better after
you've been punished. It'll absolve you of that guilt that you've been
feeling since you started stealing from me," Andrea stated.
Andrea stepped back and swung the whip again. It struck Doris on her
upper body, curling itself under her arms and directly onto her breasts,
which shook from the impact. For all of the pain that it caused, Doris was
surprised that it barely left a mark at all.
Andrea lashed out again, with a stroke that wrapped itself around Doris's
waist. The slender black leather seemed to just how to conform to her
naked body, and Doris winced when she felt a line of fire go completely
around her waist. Rather than scream, and admit that she was weak, she
gritted her teeth together.
For her fourth stroke, Andrea delivered a blow that came to rest on her
behind. The tip buried itself into her tender buttocks, leaving a stinging
sensation behind. Doris remained mute, even though she hurt rather badly
from the pain that the whip was causing her.
"Having a nice time,?" tormented Angela.
"I've had better, please stop whipping me," begged Doris.
"Let's just see how serious you are," said Angela.
Walking quite close to Doris, Angela reached out with a leather gloved
hand and cupped her sex. She inserted two fingers into her and found that
Doris was quite wet and excited.
"Well," began Andrea, "The mouth says no but the body says yes. A common
occurrence amongst girls who really want to be punished. Are your nipples
equally excited?"
Andrea again reached out with a gloved hand and began to pinch and pull at
Doris's right breast. The nipple was already erect, and Doris moaned as
the leather clad woman pinched her nipple again and again. Suddenly,
Andrea reached forward with her mouth, and her tongue circled the erect
nipple. Then she lightly sucked and bit, leaving Doris to squeal in her
bonds.
"Like all virgins, a little squeamish. But you'll soon come around,"
observed Andrea, "You've go to whipped a little more to get you into the
mood."
"No, no! Please don't whip me again," plead Doris.
Doris hung dejectedly in her chains. In spite of her best efforts at
resistance, she found that she was becoming aroused by everything that
Andrea was doing to her. Her nipples were hard and erect, and her pussy
was wet. She watched in the mirror as silvery droplets of sweat reflected
the light as they ran down her naked body.
"Not just yet dear. First I have to make you a little
more....vulnerable."
Andrea opened the secret cabinet again and produced a metal bar with a
leather cuff at each end. She displayed it to her captive, then bent down
to place a cuff on each ankle. When finished, Doris found that her ankles
were separated by about two feet. She couldn't close her legs! Her sex
would be exposed to whatever Andrea would want to do with her!
"There now, isn't that better,?" mocked Andrea, "I have such an
astonishing collection of toys, just meant to entertain naughty little
girls like you."
"Let me go, please. I'll do just anything," plead Doris, "Anything!"
"Hush, bitch. I've got everything that I want, so relax and enjoy
yourself. You're not going anywhere."
Doris quieted down, and she hung dejectedly from her ceiling chain. Tears
fell from her eyes onto her cheeks. Never before had she been punished for
anything in her life so badly, even her parents had not laid a hand on her
when she was bad as a child. But here she was, as an adult, chained by a
leather clad woman who was punishing her for stealing!
"Have you ever ridden a horse, dear," Andrea questioned, who was now
bending a riding crop in front of Doris.
"Once, no," answered Doris, he eyes widening in shock at the sight of the
crop, "Don't use that crop on me!"
"Oh stop wailing," ordered Andrea, "Once you get used to being punished,
you'll like it. Just the same way that my other girls do."
"Others?"
"Surely you don't think that you're the first that I've caught stealing.
Don't flatter yourself to think that you're something special. You're just
another thief who has entered my world. You're getting just what you
deserve, punishment for taking something that doesn't belong to you."
"Yes, Mistress," Doris answered meekly.
Andrea struck with the riding crop, which was a long thin piece of bamboo
covered by a thin piece of leather. Instead of wrapping itself around her
body, it struck her like lightning and left a red stripe upon impact.
No matter how she tried to be brave, Doris could hold herself no more and
began to scream and thrash in her leather restraints, straining without
effect against her confinements.
But it was not until she felt the crop reach upwards between her legs and
strike the inside of her thighs did she really scream and protest her
punishment.
"No, not there, please! Not my pussy," she yelled.
"When I'm done, I can guarantee that you'll have the best orgasms you ever
had. Be silent, or else you'll be gagged."
Doris was suddenly struck silent by the threat of being gagged. Was there
no end to what she must endure? She felt like yelling her lungs out when
she felt the slender rod strike that most private of her female parts,
something that she had never explored herself. The crop hurt like nothing
else that she had ever imagined. After a few strokes, Doris was surprised
as she began to experience orgasms. There could not have been a stranger
scenario for her to imagine than being naked and whipped by her leather
clad boss and enjoying it!
"Owwwww,!" Doris cried as a stroke landed on her sex and she could no
longer contain herself.
As tender as the other parts of her body had been, Doris felt that there
was no more sensitive part of her body than the inside of her thighs. The
crop struck viciously within, making her climax and cry at the same time.
"There now, I'll bet that you're a much more honest girl now than before,"
said Andrea.
"Yes, Mistress."
"But there's one more thing that you need before you're finished, dear."
After releasing Doris from the ceiling chain and removing the bar from
between her legs, Andrea led her to another room in the basement that was a
bedroom inside which was a large four post bed. Doris did not protest when
Andrea tied her to the bed, spread-eagled with the leather cuffs. Whipped
and submissive, she was willing to submit to whatever Andrea was going to
do to her next.
Once tied down, she watched as Angela quickly removed her leather outfit.
She saw that Andrea was a beautiful woman naked, with moderate sized
breasts, a small waist, and flaring hips.
"A corset does just the right thing to a girl's body, Doris. Once I get
you into one, I'm sure that you'll get a figure just like mine," Angela
observed.
Doris gasped with astonishment when she saw that Andrea strapped a harness
around her waist, then pulled a strap between her legs to reveal a large
phallus which she buckled in front.
"Ever use a vibrator or a dildo, sweetie,?" questioned Andrea.
"No, please, no,!" Doris cried.
"Dildo," finished Andrea as she lowered herself onto the bed next to
Doris, "Why, after being whipped for this first time, I think that you must
be really horny by now."
Doris attempted to struggle as Andrea slowly got on top of her, even
though Angela tried to be the gentlest of lovers, caressing her naked body.
"Don't fight it, Doris. I'm an expert at correcting bad girls like you."
"No, no,!" cried Doris.
The dildo slowly entered her sex, which was already wet from her earlier
punishments. In spite of trying to resist Andrea, Doris slowly felt
herself becoming aroused as she inevitably responded to her caresses and
the penetration on the dildo between her legs. It plunged in, going
further than any man ever had, frictioning against her sex that had so
recently been cropped and punished.
Then, Andrea began to thrust back and forth on top of her. Doris writhed
with pleasure as she felt her punished sex stimulated by the phallus inside
her. She had never tried either a dildo or vibrator before, never
believing her girlfriends just how good they could be.
But now she was moaning with pleasure, and climaxing again and again, as
Andrea repeatedly brought her to frequent and pleasurable orgasms. Covered
in sweat and hurting from the punishment that she had taken, it all seemed
to make her climaxes more intense.
"Oh, don't stop," cried Doris.
"Never bitch," was Andrea's answer.
By now, a man would have climaxed and withdrew. Instead, the rubber dildo
plunged again and again, thrusting between her legs. The dildo rammed
itself deeply into her sex, making Doris moan with both pleasure and pain
at the same time.
"Ooooooooh,!" Doris cried.
Not answering, Andrea continued to slam the dildo into Doris. She writhed
with each thrust, moaning when the dildo slid against her excited sex.
"Good, good," intoned Andrea.
When it seemed that Doris had climaxed for the final time, Andrea withdrew
from her. Both bodies were covered with sweat, and both were exhausted
from their exertions. Instead of being whipped, Doris had been made love
to by Andrea wearing a dildo.
Andrea unlocked all but one ankle chain that held Doris to the bed, and
then stripped the dildo off herself. Covering both of them, the two
enfolded themselves in their arms, and Doris quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, light streamed through the kitchen windows. Andrea was
wearing a leather dress that she liked to wear around the house on
Saturday, one made of red leather that showed off all her curves.
Kneeling on the floor in front of her was Doris, who was still naked from
the previous evening. In addition, she still wore the cuffs around her
wrists and ankles, now complimented by a matching collar around her neck.
A leash was attached to her collar, which was locked to a ring set in the
kitchen wall. Her hands were locked behind her.
"Well, dear," began Andrea, "Shall we set your term of slavery to me at
two to five years, or the equivalent of your jail term? I'm sure that we
can find some wonderful things to do together. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Mistress," answered Doris.
Doris knew that her sex was already wet once again. The prospect of
serving her boss, now Mistress was a delicious idea that she could not
resist. Being chained at the feet of another woman was just so exciting,
and it made her heart pound so!
THE END
To be continued in Doris Chapter 2: Bondage Training