Chapter 1

 

Doctor Lisa Edwards slowly climbed from her car after a long and tiring day in the Emergency Room of St. Luke's Hospital in Dallas. The heat and humidity felt oppressive, as she retrieved her laptop computer from the back seat of the car.

She noticed her neighbors Stan and Helen Jenkins walking an attractive woman with long red hair, to a car parked in the driveway of their house. She waved to the older couple. "How are you?"

"Hi, Lisa." Stan said, while waving to her. "Can you come over to the house when you have some time? I found some job postings your husband may want to review."

Lisa waited until the woman drove away. Then she walked across the street. "I can take the paperwork for Mark now."

"Come into the house." Helen smiled at the petite woman. She admired her long blonde hair, and the dark brown roots. "You must have some very busy days in the hospital Emergency Room."

"It's non-stop from morning until night." Lisa adjusted her green scrubs shirt, so her bra and breasts were not exposed. "But I do enjoy the job, and helping people when they're hurting. It makes me feel good, when I stop the suffering."

"That's what makes a job rewarding." Stan opened the front door of the house. The tall man stepped inside, behind Lisa and Helen. "I found some job postings online, that might be perfect for Mark."

"Thank you very much for taking the time to do that." Lisa followed Helen into the kitchen. "He's not doing well since he lost his job."

"Maybe these will help him." Stan pulled papers off a printer, and handed them to her.

Lisa frowned, after she noticed an object on the kitchen counter. The late afternoon sunlight glistening on shiny metal seemed to mesmerize her. "What is that?"

"That's something we play with." Helen laughed nervously, while stepping forward. She frowned at Stan. "It's really nothing at all."

"You play with cold steel handcuffs?" Lisa placed her computer on the counter, as her heart pounded in her chest from growing excitement. Her hands felt moist, as she became excited.

Stan smiled at his wife. The tall man slid a hand over his shaved head. He lifted the handcuffs off the counter. Then he handed them to Lisa. "Do you want us to tell you a lie to cover up what we do, or do you want the truth?"

Lisa's hands trembled, as she felt her excitement growing while holding the cold steel bondage device. She stared at the silver metal. "I don't need to know anything."

Helen laughed before she said, "Stan and I are both very strong and dominant people. We enjoy training submissive women, who need control and domination in their normally boring and monotonous lives. We bring excitement, and a sense of total submission and servitude to those women, while we're in charge and in control of their mind and bodies."

"You do that with women who want to be dominated?" Lisa found breathing difficult as she became more excited. She felt her nipples becoming hard, as they pressed against her bra. The juices flowing from her pussy wet her panties, under her scrubs.

Helen nodded. "Yes, we enjoy those types of domination activities. Our slaves enjoy the humiliation and the sense of helplessness. They keep coming back for more bondage and punishment, and abuse."

"You have female slaves?" Lisa was shocked the gentle and caring couple she knew for two years, were into bondage and domination

"The woman you saw leaving our house just now, comes here for training several times each week. She's a bitch, who needs to be punished, trained, and much more."

 

"How do you train her?" Lisa felt more juices flowing from her pussy. She realized they were soaking her sheer black panties.

"We strip that little bitch until she's naked, and exposed, and very vulnerable. We whip and cane her ass, or her breasts, until she begs and pleads to be dominated and fucked. Then we force her to perform sex acts that please us, while she screams and struggles."

"I hope learning all this about us, doesn't offend you Lisa," Stan said. "We don't want to loose you and Mark as our neighbors and very good friends."

"This activity doesn't offend me at all." Lisa toyed with the handcuffs. She enjoyed the weight. She stretched the handcuffs apart, to study the solid chain between them. She realized a woman could not break the chain while struggling violently. "My God, you two are the people I've dreamed about knowing all my life."

"I don't understand." Helen frowned at her husband. "You need to explain that statement."

"I've always had fantasies about being punished and dominated and fucked by strong and dominant men and women like you. Men and women who control me, and punish me, before they use my body for their own pleasure, while they fuck me until I'm raw and begging for mercy."

"I see." Helen smiled. "You need to serve a Master, and a Mistress?"

"Yes, yes, I've wanted to do that all of my life." Lisa thought about her husband. "I've pleaded with Mark to dominate me since before we got married. But, he can't do it. He's been looking for a dominant man to help him control me, but as usual he can't find the right person to help him."

"Did you tell him to find a stranger to dominate you?"

"Yes, I did. I'm desperate to be controlled and used." Lisa sighed heavily. "I can tell you my husband is a flipping failure in the bedroom."

"Are you absolutely sure you want to be trained, punished, and dominated?"

"Yes, I've always wanted to be controlled and used."

"We can train a submissive woman like you. You'll enjoy the bondage, and all forms of our special humiliation." Helen took the handcuffs from Lisa. "We enjoy being in control, while we use willing helpless females."

"I never imagined you're into this kind of kinky stuff." Lisa felt her breasts becoming full, as she became more excited while discussing her neighbor's erotic and fetish activities. "Mark and I definitely want to be part of whatever you do."

Stan slowly slid a hand down his arm. He studied the various skull and chain tattoos adorning his skin. "Don't you think you should discuss these activities with Mark, before you commit yourself?"

"Yes, you're right. I should do that." Lisa stared at the handcuffs. She felt her pussy twitching from growing excitement. "I'll be back in a few minutes, after I talk to Mark."

She rushed across the street to her house. There she found Mark seated at the kitchen table, eating a snack while checking the mail. The overweight man stood to kiss her cheek. "Hi, how was your day?"

"My day just got a lot better, since I got home."

Mark could see his wife was very excited. "I don't understand. What happened?"

"I went to Helen and Stan's house to get some job postings for you. I saw silver steel handcuffs on the counter in their kitchen."

"Handcuffs? You saw them in our neighbor's house?"

"Yes, bright steel handcuffs. They told me they're a dominant couple who train women to be their slaves."

"Helen and Stan? Are you serious?"

"Yes, they just told me everything."