Bitter Lemons Part 1
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Emily walked into the store, nervous to the core. She was in her mid-forties, married for eighteen years and just now going into an adult store for the very first time. She didn’t feel she had any choice in the matter, however.
Emily’s husband wanted to experiment with female domination. Billy confessed this to her last week and asked that she try ordering him about. She had, but didn’t care for it. Emily considered the idea perverted and told him so. Billy dropped the idea.
Then she noticed that when a woman came on a movie or TV screen and looked like she was in charge, Billy would keep his eyes on the screen. When a girl dressed in leather skirts or wore leather boots, Billy would follow the girl for as long as he could, almost drooling. Emily soon realized that if she didn’t take over and fulfill his fantasy, he’d soon be looking elsewhere.
So with that in mind, she tried to appear dominating. It just didn’t work and she had no idea where to go to see what did work. Except an adult store that sold examples of what female domination meant. So she went to the only one in town that didn’t seem squalid on the outside.
She was almost surprised at the interior. The store was clean, the racks nicely displayed, the lighting bright and cheerful. It wasn’t the dark, dingy place she expected. A young girl behind the counter gave her a cheerful ‘hello’, a greeting that made Emily only cringe and hurry behind a rack. She cringed even more when she saw the magazines that had men naked with each other and she hurried back around and down another rack.
Emily saw only girls with large breasts displayed and she turned to go hide behind another rack. The way was blocked by the young girl from the counter. As Emily stood frozen, the girl smiled and held out a Styrofoam cup of coffee.
‘Here, maybe this will help your nerves. There’s nothing to be afraid of here.’
Emily took the coffee in shaking hands and tried to drink it. It was cold and tasted bitter.
‘Now, just browse until you see what you like. Ask if you do or even if you don’t see what you like. We may have it someplace else.’
With a smile, the girl went back behind the counter. Emily took another sip and wondered if it was ill manners to set the cup down and leave it. Deciding against it, she carried it with her as she breathed deeply and went down another rack of magazines. She covered two more before finding the area she wanted.
Billy wants me to do this? He’s worse than a pervert! Emily decided as she looked at the covers of men being whipped and kissing girl’s body parts. A sound made her turn from the magazines to see the counter girl at her side.
‘Better drink the coffee before it gets cold. It won’t taste good that way. Have you found what you want? You’ve been in here awhile.’
Emily stuttered for a few words and tried to cover up by drinking the cold coffee. She wanted to hand the cup to the girl and run from the store but took another swallow instead.
‘I’m just looking. Don’t know what I want.’
The girl smiled at Emily and told her to drink up and she’d get her some more. All she had to do was let her know when she needed help.
I don’t get this much help in a department store Emily thought as she emptied the cup and handed it to the girl. Armed with a fresh cup of cold coffee, Emily stayed in the racks, looking over the magazines and wishing they weren’t sealed in a plastic bag so she could see what the inside was like.
Emily moved to the bookrack and found paperbacks on domination. Those she could flip the pages on and she spent a long time sipping cold coffee and trying to find a book that explained what domination as all about. She finally decided that there wasn’t any and headed for the door.
‘Where you going?’
The voice made her jump and turn to see another girl standing in a hallway. The girl was glaring at her as if she had been insulted.
‘You drink my coffee, thumb my books, spend an hour moving things around, and then decide to just walk out? Well? Is that it?’
Emily couldn’t talk. She tried but the girl snatched the empty cup from Emily’s hand and tossed it into a wastebasket.
‘Heel’
Emily watched the new girl turn and walk back down the hallway, not even bothering to see if Emily would follow. She looked at the counter girl who shrugged, motioning Emily to move down the hall. Emily followed and stopped when the new girl entered an office and stood by a desk to glare at Emily. Emily stood just inside the door.
‘Close the door and get over here.’
Emily did as she was told, unsure of what would happen next and wondering why she wasn’t running out the door instead of closing it and crossing the room.
‘Strip, lady, and bend over that chair. You need a lesson in manners.’
Emily gasped at the instructions and stood with her mouth open. Of all the impertinence! I’ve never been talked to this … The slap took her mind of her thoughts and she blinked as she realized what had happened. Emily amazed herself to see that she was unbuttoning her blouse and in a few minutes she was naked and bending over a chair, her hands on the seat of the chair.
There was no warning, just the slaps to her ass, making Emily howl in shock, humiliation, and pain. But she didn’t try to escape or stop this, later wondering why. For now, she could only take the spanking the girl dished out. Finally the girl moved back to the desk.
‘Stand up and don’t play with yourself. Sorta fat for your age, ain’t you? Kinda of a chunky monkey it looks like to me. Or maybe too much Chunky Monkey?’
The girl laughed at her own joke as Emily stood and tried to cover herself with her hands. She had always tended to run to fat and thought she had done well to be only twenty pounds or so over what the doctor considered her ideal weight.
‘I just spanked your naked ass. Crawl over here and kiss my shoes, right and then left, and thank me with each kiss. Or do I need to use a strap on you?’
Emily dropped, her mind screaming to run away, her body crawling on all fours to kiss the toe of each sneaker, the right and then the left one, and her mouth thanked the girl for the spanking after each kiss. Emily wanted to die on the spot, knowing it couldn’t ever be much worse.
‘Get your skirt on and your blouse. Don’t button either of them and go back out to look at the domination stuff on the wall. Ask Kelly about the collars.’
Emily left, dressed as ordered, her bare feet feeling like they were sticking to the floor as she hurried up to the counter. The counter girl nodded that she was Kelly and smiled as Emily held the blouse and skirt closed and asked to see the collars.
In a few minutes Kelly had an assortment of crops, cuffs, collars, and items that Emily couldn’t even identify on the counter. She ran the items on the register and smiling at Emily, announced that she needed $637.85 including tax. Emily could only open and close her mouth.
‘Stop sputtering like a fish, chunky monkey. Use the VISA.’
The girl handed Kelly the card and Kelly in turn gave the receipt to Emily to sign. Letting go of the front of her blouse, she shakily wrote her signature on the line. The card and receipt went back to the girl before Kelly started placing the items in a bag.
The girl snapped her fingers at Emily and pointed to the door.
‘Sit in the car, chunky monkey. Fold your skirt up nicely and hand it to me when I get there. Be good and you get rewarded. Be bad and I’ll drape your ass over the hood of the car and beat it with a strap. Now go.’
She snapped her fingers again, making Emily scared of what was happening and almost running out of the store to sit behind the driver’s wheel. She had no keys, no purse, and she was in tears as she removed her skirt and folded it up neatly. If anyone came by, she’d die of fright, she just knew it.
The girl event
ually strolled out and up to Emily. Emily handed her the skirt through the open window, almost positive she had closed the windows and locked the car before going inside. The girl dangled a strip of leather in from of her. Emily was told to put it on. She saw the front of the collar had a silver plate that read ‘slave’ on it and she blanched. The girl slapped her face again and told her to hurry up.
While Emily buckled the collar, the tears flowed down her cheeks. The girl told her to knock it off, the tears wouldn’t work.
‘In fact, chunky monkey, I’m thinking that you can do more. So we’re going to your place. Just pull into the driveway, I’ll open the garage since I have the opener.’ That was the first Emily had noticed that her electric opener was missing. What else was missing?
‘Once inside, slide to the passenger side and fold up the blouse. Hand it to me when I ask for it.’
Emily drove slowly, one hand on the wheel and one hand trying to hold the blouse closed enough so that no one would arrest her for indecent exposure. She wasn’t allowed to raise the windows or button the blouse and Emily wasn’t sure how she would make it home without an accident. But she did, sitting in the driveway almost thirty seconds before the door opened. The kids playing in the street ignored her for a few seconds and she could see where a few were getting curious as to why she sat there. She prayed they wouldn’t come over as she pulled into the garage.
The girl strolled in, clicked the opener again, having the door closed. She went past the car and inside, leaving Emily to sit with her blouse folded in offering. She didn’t dare move until the girl came out and removed the blouse to toss it on a workbench.
‘Out, Chunky, and thank me.’
Emily got out of the car, dropped to her knees, and kissed the right foot and then the left, thanking the girl each time. Emily just didn’t know what she was thanking anyone for as the leash was attached to the collar and Emily was told to heel. Emily crawled behind the girl as they went inside the house for an inspection of the place.
‘Not bad. Get me a diet soda, Chunky Monkey, and don’t waste time.’ ‘We -we- don’t have any. We don’t – don’t drink it.’
The girl frowned at Emily as she sat down. As Emily knelt on all fours, the girl put her feet up on her back, using Emily as a footrest.
‘You will when I come back tomorrow. Now tell me about why you’re so interested in the female domination sections.’
Choking back the tears of humiliation, Emily told the girl about what Billy fantasized about and how she was looking for ideas of what to do. Emily wanted to shut her mouth and get up and run from this strange girl and was confused as to why she was doing exactly as the girl ordered her to do. She was used as a footstool for half an hour as she answered questions about her sex life and her own fantasies, deemed vanilla by the girl. Emily crawled to the kitchen and brought the girl an unopened bottle of water. The girl poured some into an ashtray.
‘Have some water, Chunky Monkey, and don’t spill a drop.’
While the girl swigged water from the bottle, Emily lapped the water from the ashtray, tasting the remains of old cigarettes. She felt like throwing up but resisted since she also felt the girl would order her to lick that as well.
The girl finally got up to leave, making Emily crawl behind her to the front door.
‘Listen good for I’m only saying it once. When I arrive, you will be naked except for the collar and you will be hairless from the neck down. Your ass and cunt are a hairy disgrace to the human body, let alone a chunky monkey type of body. Make sure you’re kneeling next to that plant over there and don’t forget how I like to be greeted. I also want to see for entertainment, your way of dominating Billy boy. So make sure you video tonight.’
The girl walked out the front door and it was only then that Emily started crying. As much as she had tried all afternoon to resist, she was as obedient as any trained dog.
Or monkey she thought since that’s what she calls me.
Drying her tears, Emily saw the time and quickly went in for a shower. It took some time to shave herself and dress as she thought a dominating woman should be. The girl had worn only a blouse, clean blue jeans, and sneakers but Emily thought that Billy would want more. She almost said Billy boy, but thought it ridiculous to call a man almost fifty Billy boy.
The next morning found Emily rushing to shower and shave wherever she felt a hair that she missed the night before. She got the collar on and ran into the living room to put in the tape of her ordering her husband around. Billy had meekly done the vacuuming and dusting as Emily spanked his naked butt. Somehow Emily didn’t think the girl would be impressed.
She heard a noise out front and scrambled to kneel by the pot as directed. The girl walked in casually just as Emily got into position. As the door closed, Emily crawled forward and kissed the sandal feet, right then left, and thanked the girl for coming after each kiss.
She seemed indifferent to the homage, walking into the living room as Emily crawled behind the bare legs showing beneath the cutoff shorts. The legs weren’t all that bad looking.
‘Get me a soda and don’t dally around. I’m thirsty.’
Emily froze in place, completely forgetting about the diet soda ordered the day before. The girl slapped Emily’s face hard, making tears come to her eyes.
‘I give you a simple request. Not at all difficult for any simpleton. Apparently you’re one of the dumber chunky monkeys in the world. Get me the strap you bought yesterday and remember that I get pissed when you deliberately keep me waiting.’
Emily raced down the hall, forgetting that her knees were sore and raced back with the strap in her lips, the only way she could think of carrying it when on all fours. Her imagination didn’t seem to impress the girl who insisted on Emily counting and thanking her for each swat on the ass. Emily discovered that if she said it too slow, the next blow was a freebie and too fast meant a double freebie. After a dozen, the strap dropped to the floor and the girl walked away.
‘Heel’
Emily crawled to the bedroom and was sent to collect clothespins as the girl went through Billy’s dresser. When she came back with a bag of pins, the girl told chunky monkey to stand and stay still. Emily stood and almost yelped as the first pin closed under her right breast. Four were placed on each breast, all underneath. Then two were placed on her pussy lips. The girl looked bored as she waited for Emily to catch her breath from the pain.
‘Put these on’
Emily donned her husband’s jogging shorts and one of his tee shirts as the girl talked.
‘There’s a store a little over a mile away, at least according to my car. Here’s three bucks, bring back a cold six pack of diet coke, the receipt, and the change. No bag. The receipt is not to be wrinkled or crumbled or wet or your ass will be sore. Remember that chunky monkeys don’t lose their clothespins or they beg for punishment and usually don’t beg enough.’
The girl handed Emily the money after Emily put on her sneakers and went to the front door.
‘I have a good idea of how long you’ll take if you want to please me. So if you want to piss me off royally, then take your time. Have a cup of coffee.’
Emily took the plastic cup of cold coffee and drank it quickly and then was given another cup. She hated the bitter taste but did as she was told, trying to will herself to run away and have the police arrest the girl.
‘The clock starts now.’ The girl said as Emily set the empty cup down. She ran out of the house, not caring what her neighbors may think of this overweight middle aged lady running down the street trying not to drop the money or the shorts that were eight inches too large for her around the waist and had no pockets.
Emily felt her lungs burning and her body aching as she ran to the store. The clerk was amused at the sight of limp sweaty hair from Emily and seemed to take forever to get the change. Emily tried to ignore the pain of the pins, mentally taking stock that all ten were attached, as painful as they felt. The tee shirt was wet with sweat and catching her reflection, Emily could see the first few pins visible under her breasts.
The run back wasn’t much more fun as she tried to keep a pace without hitting the pins on her pussy and dislodging them. She wished she died of a heart attack by the time she got home.
The girl was laughing at the video Emily had made and made no attempt to take the change or the receipt from her. Emily set it all on the counter, placed five cans into the fridge and opened the other can to bring to the girl.
‘Glass, three cubes of ice.’
Emily stopped at the order and filled the glass as requested, setting the glass on a coaster by the girl’s chair. The girl paused the tape.
‘Why are you dressed? Did someone tell you it was okay for you wear clothes? Someone around here that you’re a slave to besides me?’
‘No -no, no one else. Just you.’ Emily stripped the shorts and shirt off, removed her sneakers and set the items to one side. All the pins were accounted for, for which she was thankful.
‘I’ll tell you later how to dominate Billy boy for the next video. Right now, you need to make your own. So go get the camera.’
Emily spent the rest of the morning posing for the camera. She begged for a spanking, spanked herself, used a carrot in her ass and later ate it for lunch, a smile on her face even as she felt like getting sick. She told the camera how she loved to have her tits in clamps and hung nipple clamps on her nipples and danced for the lens. She masturbated with her fingers and with a vibrator, asking the girl behind the camera for permission to cum, finally begging for the chance to climax on camera, her vocal life long dream as a chunky monkey slut.
The girl did her best to make Emily feel humiliated. While the girl ate a sandwich fixed by Emily, she opened a can of creamed corn and poured it around the kitchen floor before walking through it. Emily was video taped licking the floor clean and both of the girl’s sandals and her feet. The last shots were of Emily squatting over the toilet, spreading her pussy lips while asking if anyone wanted to see her pussy piss and ass shit. The girl delighted in telling Emily to go, stop, go, stop for the camera.
The girl gave Emily a small thermos and had her drink the last of the bitter coffee from it. Then she collected the homemade videos and told Emily what she wanted to see in the next one. Then the girl left, gathered the mail from the mailbox, and continued walking away.
Emily had plenty of time the next morning although she would have been happier to know that in advance. She again shaved her body, not wanting the girl to find any other reasons to punish her. Emily had a few hours to sit naked on the floor, wondering why she was so obedient and where all this would take her as she waited for the girl to show up. The tape of her abusing her husband was in the machine, all rewound and waiting for viewing.
The girl finally walked in and Emily greeted her as taught. Then she crawled behind the girl as the girl made for the bedroom. Emily was surprised to have the girl pick out a blouse and skirt set for her to wear. Then the girl kicked a pair of high heels toward her and left the room. Emily quickly put them on, hoping she could have hose or something.
Instead, the girl went to the garage to start Emily’s car. Emily was told to sit on the passenger side, her skirt around her waist. At no time, unless she had permission, was she to sit on any article of clothing. Period.
They arrived at a restaurant, Emily embarrassed as the waiter stared for a moment at the slave collar around her neck as Emily tried discreetly to move the skirt to her waist while in the booth. The girl ordered the meal for both of them, ordering a diet soda for Emily as well. Emily wanted to protest but her mouth wouldn’t let the words out. When the drinks came, the sodas went over to the girl and in exchange, the girl set a plastic cup with sesame street characters on it, filled it with the bitter coffee, and screwed on a spill-proof lid. Emily could only sip the coffee through the slit, feeling like a fool every time someone looked over at her. The girl never said a word to her during the meal and Emily was too scared to start a conversation.
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