Free Forced into Submission by Lorna Snowdon Page A

to hold her and kiss her and tell her that I loved her but I couldn’t. Sadness enveloped me for what was to come and I started crying.
    “Oh, Pammy,” she sobbed, “please don’t make me do this. I love you. I don’t know how this got so wrong. Please let me stop. Please say yes.”
    The clock struck eleven and it was like someone had shot adrenaline into my body. I whipped my head around and drilled her with my eyes.
    “YES,” I shouted.
    “Oh, thank god,” she cried, holding me tightly.
    “No, Stacy,” I said coldly, “you misunderstood. That was a YES as in FINALLY!”
    “What?”
    “Ashlee,” I asked, “what time is it?”
    “I just heard the clock strike eleven so it must be…”
    “Check your cell for the right time,” I demanded.
    She looked at her cell and then at Stacy. The look she gave her was as if she had just found out that Stacy was a leper. She cringed away from her and looked at me.
    “It’s…uh…its three minutes after twelve,” she stammered.
    Stacy grabbed her phone and looked at it and then at me. The light fled from her eyes and she started to whimper. Ashlee walked over and released me from the wall and helped me to the couch. She was already trying to repair the dynamic but I brushed her aside. Barbara looked at us blankly.
    “What’s going on?” Barbara asked.
    “Double forfeit,” Ashlee whispered.
    “Huh?”
    “Stacy didn’t release her by the deadline. It’s double forfeit,” Ashlee explained. “She gets Stacy for twice the time.”
    “How?” Barbara asked.
    “I set the time back on the clock,” I said.
    “Oh.”
    “Yes, oh,” I purred, “now why don’t you two little sluts leave so my new slave and I can get better acquainted?”
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    A Week on the Chain
     
    “Harriet, do remember what we agreed if I caught you doing that again?”
    I looked up and my roommate was leaning on the door jamb. I pulled my hand away from my clit. Damn, I had been so close. I thought she was at her art class.
    “Art class was canceled,” she said, as if reading my thoughts.
    “I’m sorry, Kathleen,” I said, “I just needed…”
    “Do you remember what we agreed?”
    “Yes,” I said weakly.
    “What did we agree, Harriet?”
    “A week on the chain,” I said meekly.
    “And?”
    “In…in the…belt.”
    “Put it on,” she said dropping the hateful thing on the bed next to me.
    I looked at it and my mind rebelled. A week on the chain was bad but, locked up in this…this restrictive Middle Ages abomination was horrifying. I knew Kathleen and once she had my pussy locked away I would be chaste until my week was up. She would also delight in teasing me unmercifully the entire time.
    “Kathleen,” I begged, “please, not the belt.”
    “Why, Harriet?” she asked. “Would you promise not to touch yourself if I didn’t make you wear it?”
    She had a point. I had promised not to touch myself and she and just walked in on me breaking my promise but…a week in the belt?
    “Kathleen, I promise.”
    “That you won’t play with yourself?”
    “Yes.”
    “For a whole week?”
    “Yes, Kath I promise.”
    “Then it really doesn’t make a difference, does it?”
    “What?”
    “If you’re locked away or not.”
    “Kath…”
    “I mean if you are saying that you won’t touch yourself then being locked up is no big deal, is it?”
    “But…”
    “Put the fucking belt on you cheating little slut,” she barked.
    “Kath, I love you,” I said, trying one more time to keep this awful thing from happening.
    “And I love you, Harriet,” she said. “It’s why I need you locked up.”
    “Because you love me?”
    “Yes, Harriet, and it sickens me when you cheat on me like you do.”
    “Kath honey, I would never…”
    “Bullshit, Harriet. Do you think I’m stupid?”
    “What?”
    “I catch you in here on the bed naked with your fingers playing a symphony on your cunt and you pretend that you aren’t cheating.”
    “I...I’m not. I just