Slut E

Acadia ran the flat side of the scissors against Edith’s cheek while whispering in her ear.

“Perhaps we should not allow you to shave anywhere, would that excite you as a means of control? Uncontrolled hair here under your arms and on your legs, a womanly natural bush to remind you someone else is making your choices now?” Acadia cupped the breast and hefted it. “I could decide to transform you with some plastic surgery, maybe instead of this nice C cup I should make you a D or EE, what do you think? Something so exaggerated it will be all anyone notices, that woman with the huge breasts? I might just decide to get you only padded bras, to have you on display in your clothing in a way that would amuse me.”

“We both know a lot more about you than we did an hour ago, when you were that cool professional woman sipping her latte. You have not objected as you gave up control, gave up all privacy, and presented yourself to me and others as an object. You are in a submissive position, ready for more. Does that sound like the person you thought you were? So let’s be clear before we go on: this is about trading control for attention, which both of us want to do, but we are not mildly kinky lovers who will laugh and hug later. I never believe those stories about domination as seduction, who would want to allow a submissive to touch them? I have a lover, and she is not you. The power trip for me is to break you down from who you were, to the point that you allow me to make the decisions for you and to keep reminding you what a sexual being you are now. I will have you touching yourself and others, and to be used by others in ways that I think you need. If you leave now, all this hour of excitement has cost you is your fine clothes, though I know you’ll want me to keep the silver cuff and the silk blouse for myself. If you stay, all you have is reduction to your lowest level.”

Edith leaned on the wall, feeling Acadia’s hands running over her, taking away her areas of privacy. She closed her eyes and spread her legs wider and stayed where she was.

It suddenly felt very real to Edith. She had surrendered control of her mind and body to Acadia. Instead of feeling frightened she felt giddy. Edith’s body language told Acadia the same. Acadia pressed forward to impress upon Edith who she belonged to.

“OK then, we know where we are now. Sit on the floor, with your back against the wall, legs out wide and use your hands to present your breasts. Mouth open, too.” The stone floor was cold as Edith sat on it, and the rough plaster of the wall pricked her bare back. She was holding her breasts up and watching as Acadia took the picture, not smiling but with her mouth receptively wide open.

“This will be your day one class photo; I’ll send it to you so you can study it. Remember how this felt, to give up your privacy and offer your body to me and anyone who sees this.”

Acadia showed Edith the photo on her phone, and she could see the way her high heels and legs in dark stockings, with her legs spread wide apart, framed and emphasized her naked center, and that her breasts, held high, were available to anyone Acadia would choose. It was the pose of a slut, not a professional businesswoman.

Edith thought there would be more now, and she was surprised when Acadia stepped away for a few minutes and came back carrying some clothing. She had changed from her sweater to Edith’s own gray silk blouse, and she was wearing Edith’s Tiffany silver cuff on her wrist now. “Stand up now, sub, and I will take you back to pick up my car. I have a full evening today, no time for a play session. We’ll get you some proper outfits later, just wear these for now.” She handed Edith a bra, and a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. She saw that the bra was her own, the cream lace Wacoal that cost much more than she had ever paid for lingerie before; Acadia had used the scissors to roughly cut away the center of the cups, so that her nipples would be exposed. The stained old shirt was cropped off to expose her belly, and the running shorts were sizes too small. When Edith had dressed, she saw in the hall mirror that she looked like a whore in a 30-year-old movie, wearing heels and stockings with small shorts and a belly shirt. Acadia, of course, looked fashionable and sophisticated, which was the point. Edith knew what she was now.

Chapter Two

Marie’s Dress Shop

Acadia didn’t call her for days. Everything at work seemed like it was in shades of gray, dull and uninteresting, colorless as the life she’d carved out for herself. Just the short time with Acadia convinced her that her true emotional center was as a submissive. She could feel the raw emotion of life for the first time. It was powerful and delicious, and for the first time she felt a true purpose in her life.

She sat in her kitchen eating a half of bagel for breakfast as she studied the photo in her email of her sitting on Acadia’s floor, naked, presenting herself as a slut to her owner. She remembered the loaned clothing tucked deep in the back of one her drawers, along with the photo, were the only material proof that what happened was real. But her body told her the truth. She craved that tightening of her muscles and that burst of endorphins from her submissive acts.

But Acadia hadn’t called in four days. This was in itself an act of control but was no different than the submissive acts Edith performed without protest. The waiting was more painful than the biting wind when Edith stood in the shopping center parking lot, her breasts on display to anyone who happened by. Time flowed like a glacial river as Edith sat in mind numbing meetings during those four days and listened to the drivel from her clients, complaining about how much in taxes they paid. She realized that the life she had carved for herself was without meaning, and that Acadia would break down all of those meaningless facades and show her who she really was and what she really wanted. She hungered to know more.

She poured herself another cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table, leafing through a fashion magazine, where even the bright colors and bold fashions suddenly lacked the spark they once held for her.

She heard her phone chime and saw the name on the display. Acadia. Her heart started racing.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she said curtly. She had already learned that words from her were extraneous to her relationship with Acadia. Acadia would ask if she had a question. No time was spent on small talk.

“Good girl, you remember your place. I think to begin your training we need to get you the right things to wear. I will pick you up at the coffee shop where we met before, bring your credit card, your tallest high heeled shoes, and do not wear more than two pieces of clothing plus a coat. Be there in an hour.”

Thank God she called, Edith thought. During the four days she’d been waiting Edith fretted that she’d failed to meet Acadia’s expectations and would never be called again. Edith checked her watch, thought about her schedule of meetings that were to start in an hour, and then looked at her closet. Two pieces of clothing: skirt and blouse? Dress and panties? There weren’t a lot of choices. She settled on a dark print button front dress, something she had worn before to the office, and a new pair of black bikini panties. She slipped on the tall black patent heels and a raincoat and went out the door, feeling her loose breasts moving under the dress, something she was not used to at all.

As an afterthought, she reminded herself that she had a series of important business meetings that morning. She smiled to herself. She’d already changed. She would have never forgotten these meetings, yet she almost walked out of the house without addressing them. She called Roxanne, her long-time personal assistant.

“Edith? Where are you?” Roxanne asked. Her voice carried concern because Edith was usually in the office by that time. She managed the office and made it clear that others should follow her example.

“I’m still at home Roxy.”

“It’s 8:30. You’ve got the Jepson meeting at 9:30. If you leave now you can make it in time.”

“Cancel the meeting. And the others today.”

Edith waited for an acknowledgement but there was nothing but silence.

“Hello?” Edith asked.

Roxy was composing his thoughts. This was so completely out of character for her boss. Roxy respected her, but she was direct, controlling, and purposeful in all of her actions. She took pride in the esprit de corps in her office. She’d spent two months juggling schedules to make the Jepson meeting happen.

“Are you sure boss?” she asked.

Edith took a deep breath. This was her new life. She had to let go of her old life.

“I’m sure.”

“OK. I don’t know if we’re going to be able to reschedule.”

Edith set aside her discomfort. “Don’t worry about it. Trust me, what I’m doing is more important.”

* * *

When Acadia picked her up at the curb, she slid into the dark car with its leather seats. Edith’s hand slipped down to her side to feel the glove soft leather of Acadia’s Audi RS7 sedan. It felt good to be on this adventure, away from her mundane colorless office. Edith allowed Acadia to fasten her seat belt. She knew now that Acadia had complete control of her life, down to the smallest detail.

Acadia drove about an hour to a small store Edith had never noticed though she’d been down that exact stretch of road dozens of times. It was a nondescript one-story white brick building set off by itself along a tree-lined street populated by professional offices and small, luxury apartment buildings. Edith waited while Acadia came around to open the passenger door. The glass front door of the building was covered on the inside with expensive-looking fabric. It was a small women’s shop with a French name on the striped awning she couldn’t translate, apparently only open by appointment. The door displayed a “Closed” sign. Acadia knocked on the glass door panel.

The curtain was drawn aside just enough so that the person on the other side could see who it was. The door was opened by a thin forty-ish looking woman with shoulder length gray-streaked dark hair. She was dressed fashionably in a tight-fitting short dress and wearing full make-up, though it was still early. In heels, she was still shorter than both Acadia and Edith. Her bright blue eyes sparkled.