The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

For the life of her, Jane couldn’t imagine just why it was that her master had sent her here. He’d said it was just an errand. He’d said all she had to do was pick up one thing and then she’d come right home and he’d told her not to dawdle and that if she did dawdle, he would have to punish her.

Jane knew all about being punished and she knew every time she was punished, it was because she deserved it and she knew even if she didn’t deserve it, she still deserved it.

Like now, for instance. It was night and the streets were dark and the address written down on the slip of paper just didn’t match any of the addresses around her and yet it just had to be here.

What she was finding was that there were a lot of woman who just seemed to be standing about. Maybe since they didn’t seem to have anything better to do, maybe one of them could help her. She pulled her car over to the curb and she rolled down a window. “Excuse me,” she called out.

Brittany approached the car and she peered inside. “Yeah? What do you want?”

“I’m looking for an address.”

Brittany looked around her before she looked back at the woman in the car. “Does it look like anyone here cares about you or your fucking address?”

“But—”

“Listen, Honey. We’re just a bunch of working girls here, okay. Now why don’t you run along before you get yourself in some real trouble.”

“But all I wanted is to—"”

“All you wanted is to what?” Brittany demanded harshly. “Don’t make me drag your ass out of there and give your ass a spanking because I will if I have to.”

Giving a girl a spanking was a bit of a new thing for Brittany but ever since her own bottom had become more enhanced she liked spanking the other whores if for no reason that it showed her once again just how superior her bottom was when compared to theirs.

But for Jane, Brittany’s words had an entirely different effect. Jane suddenly found herself feeling inferior to this woman who had talked so harshly to her. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“What’d you just call me?”

“Mistress?”

“I’m not your Mistress, you twit.”

“You’re not? Then that must mean you’re a slave like me.”

“What?”

“It took me a while to figure this out but there are really only two kinds of people in the world,” Jane said. “Masters and slaves.”

“I am not your mistress and I am most definitely not a slave.”

“But—”

“There’s no buts about it. Just put your car in gear and move on along and we won’t have any problems here, okay?”

Jane couldn’t help but shiver at that. An order was an order and she’d been trained too well not to know that so she put her car in gear and she pulled away from the curb.

“She’s right, you know.”

Brittany looked at the man who’d come up behind her even as the car had driven off. “Are you talking to me?”

“I am.”

“What’d you mean by that? What did you mean when you said she was right.”

“I think that should be obvious,” the man said even as he leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I was talking about that girl you were talking to. I know she likes to call herself Slave, but her name’s Jane by the way.”

“How do you know that? Are you the guy she calls her master?”

The man just smiled. “Now you’re starting to sound a bit like her. You know you could be like her.”

“Yeah right,” Brittany sneered. “Hell of a lot that you know about anything.”

“Oh I know a lot. I know that even though you drive a fancy car and you have a rich husband, you’ve always wanted to be a whore. I know that your wish finally came true and that you’re now living out your fantasy, and I know that even if you could, it’s unlikely that you’d ever go back to the way you were before.”

Brittany just stared at the man. How could he have known these things about her.

The man just laughed at her reaction. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

Brittany shook her head.

“Ah well, I suppose it’s just as much for the better. Let’s just say that I’m the one who made it possible for your fantasy to come true but more importantly, I was telling you that Jane was right.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“There are two kinds of people in the world. There are masters and there are slaves. You just have to figure out which one you are.”

“Yeah right. I know what I am. I’m not a slave.”

The man laughed again. “I’m not so sure about that but maybe you’d like to tell Jane that.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“How would you like to go back to what you once were?”

Brittany didn’t answer right away. “I wouldn’t,” she grudgingly admitted.

“That’s good because you know it could all be taken away from you. You could go back to what you once were. You could go back to being a pretty, young thing hanging off her rich, husband’s arm and wishing like heck that you could go out and sell your pussy for cold, hard cash.”

Brittany said nothing.

“Or you could teach her what it’s like to be you.”

“She wouldn’t last a day in my world.”

“Now that’s an interesting idea. You and her trading places. Her in your world and you in hers but I’d watch out if I were you. You start hanging out in her world and you might find that you’re more of a slave than you thought you were.”

“I am not a slave.”

“Sure you’re not.”

“I’m not.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

Then why the heck did it sound as if he had. That was what Brittany kept asking herself long after the man was gone. Why was it that it seemed to be that he seemed to think she was a slave.

She wasn’t a slave, dammit. She wasn’t.

When Brittany woke up the next morning, it was with the hazy feeling that something most definitely was not right but that hazy feeling soon leapt into startling clarity when she realized she wasn’t alone in her bed. It wasn’t like the first time that this had happened but usually when it did happen, someone had to pay extra for that. Whores existed to find cocks that could be shoved in their pussies but after that, after the job had been done, it was time to go out and find another cock to fuck. If a man wanted to spend more time with her, he had to pay for it.

Of course, now that she was thinking about it, she couldn’t remember having worked at all the night before whether it was to let some guy rent out her pussy for an hour or so or whether it was to let some guy have use of her body for the rest of the night.

But she must have done it because there was the man’s arm draped over her body.

It was a Black man’s arm and from the feel of it, it had to be a rather muscular kind of arm but that still didn’t explain just how the hell it was that that arm had gotten there in the first place.

The man was naked, Brittany thought. That was hardly a surprise considering what it was that she did nor was it a surprise that she was naked, too. That much also went with the territory as did the fact that Brittany could feel the man’s cock pressed up against her ass.

Oh fuck. He was big and he was hard. Oh fuck. That was so fucking hot and it made her hot just to feel his cock pressed up against her ass as it was but even that didn’t answer the question of just how the heck it was that that cock had gotten there in the first place.

“It’s about time you woke the fuck up,” a deep voice said from behind her.

Oh fuck, the guy was awake.

“Say something,” the voice instructed her.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Oh I don’t know. I suppose for starters, you could start out by apologizing for keeping your master waiting.”

What the fuck!

Brittany had meant to tell the man in no uncertain terms that no man was her master but even before she could, she felt the man’s hand grip her wrist and hold her hard. “Or maybe,” the man continued, “maybe you could tell me just how honored you would be to feel my cock in your pussy.”

What? No, and yet Brittany could feel that cock moving and now the head of it was pressed up against her wet pussy. Oh my God, she thought. Why the heck was her pussy wet she thought even as she tried to keep that cock out of her? Why the heck was that! Why was her pussy wet?

“Or maybe you just want to tell me just how glad you are that you are my slave.”

What? No! She wasn’t anyone’s slave.

“So which is it, Slave? What is it you want to say to me?”

This was so wrong, Brittany told herself and yet she could feel the man pushing against her and as much as her pussy tried to resist letting him in, either her pussy wasn’t trying hard enough or maybe her pussy just didn’t want to try hard enough because she could feel his big, fat cock pushing its way into her pussy and she couldn’t help but moan as it did.

“Which is it?” The man taunted her again.

“I ... I don’t know.”

Now that that cock had breached her pussy, it was moving even deeper inside of her. “Sure you do,” he taunted her again. “You know what you want. All women, even slaves, all women know what they want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Well, I suppose that would be good for starters ... if I really cared what you wanted.” Brittany couldn’t help but gasp as the man drove his cock into her pussy. “But seeing as how you’re my slave, do you think it really matters what you think?”

She wasn’t his slave, Brittany wanted to say but somewhere between wanting and doing, what Brittany wanted just kind of evaporated and then there was the man again, driving his cock once more into her pussy.

“Do you think it really matters what you think?”

As a whore, Brittany had learned that what she thought really didn’t matter. She was there to cater to the whims of her clients and she was very good at doing exactly that.

“Do you think it really matters what you think?” the Black man asked again.

“No.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m your slave.”

All the way across town, a different woman was waking up in a different room. It wasn’t much of a room. A half-opened closet and a vanity and a bed that for some reason Jane was sure had seen lots and lots of use.

Where the heck was she, Jane wondered.

Someone was banging on a door, she realized. She wasn’t even sure why she did it but Jane slipped a sheer robe over her naked body and she padded out into the apartment where she opened the door.

The man in the hallway had been about to bang on the door again when the door opened. He glared at Jane even as Jane stared blankly back at him. “It’s about time you opened that fucking door, bitch.”

“Do I know you?”

Now it was the man’s turn to be astounded but that only lasted for a moment. “What do you mean do you know me? Of course you know me, Bitch. I’m the one who’s been putting your whore ass out there for everyone to use.”

What?

“Now go on and get your ass dressed. You’ve got work to do.”

“Work?”

“Oh come on. Don’t tell me you don’t remember. The big convention in town. We’ve been talking about it for weeks. I told you you had to have your ass ready so we’d have something to sell to those fuckin’ conventioneers. Don’t tell me you forgot about that?”

“N-no,” Jane stammered although for the life of her, she had no idea what the heck it was that the man was talking about.

“You say you didn’t forget and yet here you are. Heck, here I am having to come over here and drag your fucking whore ass out of bed.”

Jane wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say to that.

“Don’t just stand there,” the man roared at her. “Get ready.”

Jane finally understood and she was moving as well. She quickly took a shower although she knew the man, somehow, she knew his name was Leroy, she wasn’t sure how she knew that but she did, but she took a quick shower while Leroy waited.

Leroy was waiting when she got out of the shower. “Hurry your ass up,” he old her.

“I’m going as fast as I can,” and said.

“Don’t sass me, Bitch. I’m not in the mood for it.”

Was he ever in the mood for her sassing him, Jane wondered, but she didn’t say as much because she was sure that an observation like that wouldn’t go over very well.

She had no idea what she was supposed to do or what she was supposed to wear but instinct seemed to take over. A tube top that left her midriffs showing seemed just fine to her as did the short shorts and the ankle high boots that left her legs on display and then there was only the make-up to do.

“Will you hurry it up,” Leroy chastised her.

For just a moment, Jane thought she might make some retort at the pimp’s implied impatience but one look at him was enough to convince her that she’d probably do better if she held her tongue. “I just have to put on my make-up,” she said meekly.

“You should have had that done already,” the man groused.

She was hurrying, she wanted to say. Really, she was.

“Come on, Bitch,” the pimp said when she was finally done. “We gots to get you out there so you can make me some money.”

And for her part, Jane followed along in the man’s wake. She might not have been sure just how it was that she’d gotten there but one thing was definitely for sure. She was most assuredly going to go wherever he told her to go.

She wasn’t a slave. That was what Brittany kept telling herself only the desire to please HIM was so strong and the more she seemed to fight it, the stronger that desire was getting.

Fight it, she told herself. Don’t give in to it.

Don’t fight it, she answered back. Give in to what you truly are.

“Something wrong?” he asked her.

It wasn’t really like he was interested in her, she thought, and why should he be interested in someone such as her. After all, he was her mas—

Don’t say it.

That had been close and yet there was a part of her that had desperately wanted to finish that thought off but she’d stopped herself from completing it just in the nick of time.

But he’d asked her something and it wouldn’t do to not answer his question or to make him have to ask it again even if there wasn’t any reason why he should be interested in someone as far down beneath him as she was. “There’s nothing wrong,” she said. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Oh, and what were you thinking about me?”

“I was thinking about pleasing you.”

“And how did you think you’d do that?”

“I thought maybe I could suck on your cock, that is if you’d let me.”

“And you think that would please me?”

“I hope so.”

“You know if you’re going to do that, you’re going to have to swallow my cum. You’re going to have to swallow all of it. You think you can handle that?”

Brittany nodded eagerly. She was good with sucking cock. She wasn’t so keen on having a guy cum in her mouth or having to swallow it all down but if that was what her mas—... if that was what this man wanted of her, suddenly it seemed as if she could do it and she would do it if for no other reason than he wanted her to do it.

“Well, I suppose if that’s what you want, then I suppose we ought to get you started on it, don’t you think?” He led her over to an easy chair and then he was pushing her down between his knees. Instinctively, her hand just seemed to come up and then she was latching on to that big, fat cock but he stopped her before she could go any further. “Tell me what it is you’re going to do again.”

“I’m going to suck your cock,” she said.

“And?”

“And I’m going to swallow your cum.”

“That’s a good slave. All right then. You may proceed.”

Wait a minute. What had he just called her. She wasn’t his slave. Heck, she wasn’t anybody’s slave and she really ought to tell him that, she told herself except his cock was beckoning to her. She really did want to make him feel good and he really did want her to suck his cock. She could tell him later. Right now, she had a cock to suck.

“Fuck,” the man groaned as her mouth finally slid down over his cock. One of his big, meaty hands stroked her hair. “Fuck, that’s good. Fuck yeah. Suck it.”

Oh god. He liked it and if he liked it, that meant she loved it and if she loved it, that meant she was going to suck him even harder.

“Fuck. You know what’s going to happen if you keep that up, don’t you?”

He was going to cum. That was what was going to happen. He was going to cum in her mouth and when he did, she was going to take it and she was going to swallow it and she was going to do these things because it made HIM happy.

He pushed her off of his cock. “You know what’s going to happen?” he asked again.

“You’re going to cum.”

“And?”

“And I’m going to swallow it all down.”

“That’s a good slave.”

There was that word again. She wasn’t anybody’s slave.

“But first ...”

First?

“First, I need you to tell me who I am.”

She was confused. Before that very day, she’d never seen him before so how the heck was she supposed to know who he was?

“Come on. You know who I am.”

“M-mas.”

“Come on. Don’t stop there. You can say it. Who am I?”

“M-master?”

“Is that a question?”

She shook her head.

“Then who am I again?”

“You’re my master.”

“What was that? I don’t think I got that. Who am I again?”

“You’re my master.” God, it felt good to say that. It just felt so right.

“But if that’s the case, if I’m your master, that must make you my ...”

She knew what he wanted her to say.

“Go ahead. You can say it.”

“I’m your slave.”

It was such an easy thing to say and yet even as she said it, she could feel her words taking hold of her and of who she was. Yes, she still had a name but now her name wasn’t the most important form of designation. It was so obvious now. She lived to serve and obedience was pleasure. She renewed her efforts on her master’s cock. She was going to make her master cum. She was going to make him cum in her cock sucking mouth and of course she was going to swallow. She was going to do all of these things because while she might have been Brittany before, what she was now was Slave.

“What am I supposed to do?” Jane asked when Leroy finally led her to the convention center.

“What are you supposed to do? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re telling me that after all this time that you’ve been shaking that little whore ass for me, you still haven’t gotten this figured out? Is that seriously what you’re telling me?”

Jane nodded glumly. She had no idea why this man thought she’d been working for him for all this time but there was no doubt that he indeed thought she had been.

The pimp just shook his head. “Fine,” he said. “You want to fucking be that way then fine. As it so happens, I’ve already told you what you’re going to do. You’re going to go out there and shake that little whore ass of yours and when the men offer you money to let them stick their cocks in that slutty, little whore hole of yours, you’re going to let them do it and then you’re going to bring the money back to me. You got that!”

Jane nodded.

“Fine. Then go do the fucking that you were fucking made for.”

She supposed she was supposed to go stand out there. She supposed she was supposed to let the guys see her and if they wanted to, she supposed she was supposed to let them do what they wanted with her.

“What are you looking at?” another girl demanded and even as she did, Jane realized that the other girl was a whore just like her.

No, not just like her. She wasn’t really a whore. She didn’t really want to do this.

Jane shook her head. No, that was wrong. She did want to do this. She really was a whore.

And yet even as she told herself that, she knew there was something different about her. She might have been a whore but she lacked initiative. How could she go up to some guy and ask him if he wanted to fuck her. Even if she did want to do that, how could she be so forward? How could she be so presumptuous?

She looked back at her pimp and he looked back at her as if to say, go on, do it.

She looked at one of the men passing her by. “Um hey,” she called out. “You um, you want a friend?”

The man shook his head and he walked on by.

Jane picked out another mam. “You want to spend some time with me?”

Just as with the first man, this one passed her by.

Again, Jane looked back at Leroy and again, her pimp urged her forward. He had to know she wasn’t any good at this, Jane thought. “Hey, um, hey buddy,” she tried again. “You, um, you want a friend?”

At least this one stopped and just when it seemed as if he, too, was going to pass on by, he seemed to think better of it. “Just how friendly do you want to be?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. If you want to be my friend, what are you going to do for me?”

“Um, anything?”

“Anything’s a pretty tall order there, Missy. You sure you’re up for it?”

“Um yeah. I’ll do anything.”

“Well all right then. You can be my friend.”

“I can?”

“Sure. So what do we do next new friend of mine?”

“I, um, I don’t know.”

“You’re not very good at this, are you?”

Jane shook her head.

“How about we go to a motel where I can fuck the hell out of you,” the stranger suggested.

Jane nodded thankfully. She was so glad that there was someone who would tell her what to do.

“Now what?” the stranger asked after they’d gotten themselves into a motel room.

Jane shrugged.

“Might I make a suggestion,” the man offered.

Jane nodded.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off and I’ll take mine off, too.”

An excellent suggestion, Jane thought and soon the two of them were naked.

“Well now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I think what a whore like you needs to do is to get down on her knees and she needs to suck my cock so why don’t you do that. Why don’t you get down on your knees and blow me.”

Jane loved being on her knees. It just felt so right to be that way and she loved doing what she was told to do. “Mmm,” she moaned around the man’s cock as she sucked him good. “Mmm.”

“That’s it you little fucking whore. Blow me.”

That’s what she was doing, Jane wanted to say.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again. It was the only warning that Jane was going to get. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Look at you, you little fucking whore. You made me cum.”

Jane knew that. She could taste his cum in her mouth.

“As long as you’re down there, why don’t you keep sucking on that, you dirty, little whore.”

Jane did what she was told to do and it wasn’t long before her cock sucking had gotten the man hard again.

“I think it’s time we fucked that tight, little whore pussy of yours. What do you think?”

Jane nodded even though it was clear to her that what she thought didn’t matter.

And that’s how Jane found herself bent over the bed as the stranger fucked her from behind. “Tell me you want this,” the stranger told her. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Jane moaned.

“You’re a dirty, little whore,” the man said as he continued to drive his cock into her pussy. “Tell me that. Tell me you’re a dirty, little whore.”

“I’m a dirty, little whore,” Jane moaned.

“Yes you are and dirty whores need to get fucked.”

“I need to get fucked,” Jane said as if on cue.

“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. Oh fucking yeah.”

He was cumming, Joan realized and she was glad. She was glad because that’s what dirty, little whores like her were for. Dirty, little whores like her were meant to be fucked.

It was only when she’d gotten back on the street that she realized that she’d forgotten to get herself paid.

Slave wasn’t quite sure just how it was that she now found herself in the position she was now in but there she was, draped across Master’s lap and waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do to her. About the only good thing that Slave could see from the position she now found herself in was that she could feel how nice and hard Master’s cock was as it pressed up against her tummy.

“You realize you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you,” her master was saying.

She hadn’t really realized that she’d been bad at all. in fact, she’d tried very hard to do exactly what it was that her master had told her to do.

“Don’t you,” Master said again more sternly.

“Yes,” Slave agreed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’ve been a bad girl.”

“Yes, you have and bad girls need to be punished, don’t you agree?”

There was no way Slave could disagree with that. Bad girls certainly did need to be punished.

“Don’t you agree?” Master asked again.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I agree. Bad girls need to be punished.”

“Very well then. We will begin,” and with that, master drew his hand back and then he brought it down heavily on her exposed bottom.

“Ow,” Slave squawked.

“What’s that?”

“It hurts.”

“Of course, it hurts. It’s supposed to hurt. Remember, bad girls are supposed to be punished.”

He was certainly right about that. Bad girls were supposed to be punished.

“And so we begin again.”

Slave couldn’t help but whimper as the spankings once more began, her body jumping with every swat against her ass but she determined to do her best to take it because this was obviously what her master wanted from her.

And now as the spankings continued, there was something new. After each swat, Master’s big hand would grab onto one of her cheeks if only for a moment and after each brief squeeze, the spankings would continue.

By the end, Slave was bawling. She’d tried to be good. She’d tried to take it because she knew what Master was doing was for her own good but in the end, she hadn’t been able to keep herself from crying.

“What do you think? Have you had enough!”

“Yes,” Slave bawled.

“Don’t sass me now. What I’m doing is for your own good.”

Just as quickly, Slave backed down. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“You should be,” Master said, “but you should be thankful, also, that at least there’s someone who cares enough to help you out.”

Slave didn’t say anything.

“You are thankful, aren’t you?”

Slave nodded glumly.

“Let’s hear you say it then.”

“Say what?”

“Let’s hear you thank me for giving you the spanking you got.”

Slave gulped. “Thank you,” she said finally.

“Thank me for giving you your spanking.”

Slave gulped again but she said it. “Thank you for giving me my spanking.”

“And if you ever act up again, tell me that you hope I’ll spank you again.”

It was clear that Slave did not want to say THAT!

“You know, we can start this up all over again if you keep misbehaving.”

That got Slave’s attention. She most certainly did not want that. “Thank you for giving me my spanking,” she said again. “If I ever act up again, I hope you’ll spank me again.”

Her master smiled at that. “Well now, that’s right nice of you to say that but I think for now, your butt has taken enough of a beating, don’t you think, but I think there is something you can do for me.”

“What?” Slave said grumpily.

“We’ll if you climb down off of my lap, I think we’ll let you suck my cock because I think you’ve earned that, don’t you?”

And that was how Slave found herself on her knees with her hand wrapped round her master’s big cock and then her mouth sliding forward as she took his cock into her mouth.

“What the hell is the matter with you? You come to me with this paltry amount of cash and you expect what? You expect me to be satisfied?”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Master? I’m not your fucking master. I’m your pimp and don’t you fucking forget it.”

Jane nodded numbly. She had forgotten it. It was just that master—

“What the fuck am I going to do with you?” Leroy said again. “I suppose someone’s going to have to teach you a lesson. What do you say to that?”

Jane nodded numbly.

The pimp scowled at his whore. “Don’t fucking nod at me like some fucking bobble head. I said someone ought to teach you a lesson. I asked you what you thought about that.”

“Yes, you’re right. Someone should teach me a lesson.”

The pimp scowled again. She of all people should know what he meant when he said he was going to punish her. He really should beat her ass but he didn’t want to risk damaging the merchandise. Still, there was something he could do. He could make the punishment fit the crime. “Take off those fucking whore clothes,” he instructed her.

Jane took off her clothes just as she’d been told to do.

“Get down on the bed, there on your hands and knees.”

Another easy order and Jane readily complied.

Her pimp was coming up behind her and Jane could feel the man working his cock between her legs. “I guess someone’s going to have to teach you a lesson,” he said again, “and as it turns out, I guess that someone’s going to have to be me.”

Even before Jane could wonder just what the heck was going to happen next, she felt a cock being rammed into her tight, little cunt. “This is what happens to bitches who don’t pay attention to what their pimp tells them to do. What happens is that they get fucked like the little bitch sluts that they are.”

Too hard, Jane wanted to say. He was fucking her too hard but she knew it wouldn’t have mattered even if she had said it. It was clear that he didn’t much care what she thought.

“What’s this fucking whore pussy here for?” Leroy raged even as his cock pounded that pussy.

“To get fucked.”

“No,” he raged. “No!”

“No?”

The pimp punctuated everyone of his words with a thrust into Jane’s pussy. “Your whore pussy exists for just one thing. You fucking whore pussy is here to make me money. You got that?”

“Yes.”

“What? What did you say?”

“I said I got that.”

“You got what?”

“My pussy is here yo make you money.”

“Yes, it is and don’t you forget it.”

“I’ll remember,” Jane said even as te pimp came in her pussy. “I’ll do better next time.”

“You better.”

Her master had given her a very important task and Slave had been very happy that he’d given her the task when she was sure he could have done it so much better than her. Still, it was a very simple task so maybe that was why he’d give it to her, because it was so simple that even she couldn’t screw it up.

The only thing was she was screwing it up.

It had seemed so easy when Master had told her what to do. Go downtown. Pick up some papers. Come right back. How hard could that be?

The only thing was it was dark outside and while she was sure she was on the right street, she just couldn’t seem to find the address she was looking for. She circled back around but to no avail and even as she was making yet another pass, Slave could feel herself getting more and more panicked. It had been such a simple task and now here she was, screwing it up just like she knew she couldn’t afford to do.

There were some women standing around so Slave pulled her car over to the curb and rolled down the window. “Pardon me,” she called out, “but could you help me.”

One of the women sauntered up to the car. “Whatcha want, Honey?”

For just a moment, the girl behind the wheel just looked back at the other woman looking in through her window and then in the next instant, her eyes flashed angrily. “What the fuck,” she roared. “Are those my clothes you’re wearing? What the fuck!”

The other woman looked back uncomprehendingly but that hardly mattered because already, Brittany was opening her door and she was racing around the car. “That is my stuff, isn’t it? Fuck, I can’t believe it. Come on. Give me my fucking clothes back.”

The other woman still stood there dumbly but again, Brittany was having none of it. She shoved the other woman. “Come on, you bitch, give me my fucking clothes back. Take that top off. Take it off right now.”

The bewildered hooker just stood there but now the face-off had begun to draw an audience.

“I said take that off,” Brittany said and then she was tugging at the top until she’d pulled the top free. “Those boots are mine. I want them, too.”

“But—”

“I said they’re mine. I want them, too.”

This time, Brittany didn’t have to do anything because now Jane was responding to the orders she was being given just as she’d been trained to do.

“Hurry up!”

She was hurrying. It wasn’t just that she had to do what she was told. It was that she wanted to do what she was told.

“And the hot pants, too. Take those off, too.”

Jane wasn’t even fighting it anymore. She took off the hot pants which left her shivering in the cool night air in just her bra and panties.

Brittany was peering at the girl suspiciously. “Are those mine, too?” she asked suspiciously. “God damn it. They are. I said take off my clothes and I meant it. I meant take them all off.”

That was all it took to get Jane to take off her bra and panties and to hand them over to a still irate Brittany.

“There you go. You look a lot better now. Wait a minute.” Brittany unclipped the collar she’d been wearing. It never crossed her mind how easy it was to do and how she’d never even thought to do that ever since she’d had the collar in place. “I imagine you’ll be wanting this back.”

Slave nodded numbly as she took the collar back.

“What you doing hanging around here?” Brittany taunted her. “You got no right hanging around here so get the fuck out of here.”

Slave nodded. The other woman was right. She had no business being there and she never had had a reason being there. She’d never been a very good hooker but she was a very good slave and she couldn’t wait to get home to her master.

Brittany watched the girl go and for just a moment, she thought wistfully that maybe that should have been her driving home to her master but in the next instant, that thought was gone. No man was her master.

And now Leroy was there. “You ready to get that ass of yours back to work?” he growled.

“Oh yeah. I am so ready.”

“All right then. Let’s get to it.”

Yep. That was right. No man was her master.