EXTRACT FOR
Degrading Debra
(Crimson Rose)

"That's it slave. You're going to be here a very long time so pick out as many outfits as you want," Beth said to her step-mother. "And while you're at it, we'll add a dozen or so for me as well. On your account, of course," she added as she tried on a short latex spanking skirt that went remarkably well with the black harness cage bra and thigh-high strappy boots with four inch heels and silver buckles up the leather sides. Stepping down another aisle her eyes lit up.

"Oh, this is perfect," Beth said, picking up a headband with what appeared to be dog ears built into it next to which sat a butt plug with matching tail and other gear for a submissive to be made up as a puppy. "Here, slave, try this on for size. You've been nothing but a bitch to me for the better part of two years so it's only fitting you spend the rest of your life as one."

"I hope you know how much I fucking hate your guts for doing this to me," Debra sneered. "And when I figure a way out of this bullshit mess you put me into I swear to god I'll make you regret the day you were born to that worthless crackwhore of a mother of yours."

THWACK! Without thinking, Beth doubled up her fist and punched her step-mother so hard in the face it knocked her over. "Don't you dare mention my mother again or so help me I'll rip the tongue from your fucking mouth! My mother died giving birth to me. Who in the hell are you to..."

"Your mother was a two bit whore selling herself for crack money. Your father made up that bullshit story about her dying in childbirth because he didn't want you knowing the truth. Hell, the worthless piece of shit isn't even dead. Yeah, you heard me right. Your crackhead of a mother is alive, well and has three kids with her second husband. You think your father is a saint? He's been lying to you all your life."

"You're the lying bitch! Now get dressed before I knock the shit out of you."

"Deny it all you want, but the truth is the truth. And you're not my Mistress so go fuck yourself. I may be stuck here instead of prison, but that doesn't mean I have to do anything you say."

"This band around my arm says otherwise. I may not be your Mistress yet, but I am still registered as a Dominant in training which means I get to command collared submissives like you as much as I want. Now put your bitch gear on before I knock that smug look off your face."

When Debra hesitated longer than she should have, Beth picked up a leather belt, walked over to her step-mother whom was still sitting on the cool tiled floor and grabbed her by the hair of the head. Drawing her arm back, she brought the belt down with a thunderous slap across Debra's breasts. "When I tell you to do something you do it!" THWACK! "You don't sit there looking stupid." WHACK! "You don't hesitate." CRACK! "And you never question my commands again!"