Story cooperation: Claire returns Part 4/4

[jeepster]

Hello,


This is the final part of our story “Claire returns”. No more cliffhangers; promised!
It is a cooperation with Gary, who made the overall story and owns the characters. You can follow our cooperation by finding Gary’s parts in normal, mine in italic characters.

The first three parts of the story you can find here:
Part 1:
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Part 2:
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Part 3:
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What happened so far:

Claire was invited back to the black couple she served during her slavery adventure right after her grading and training as a sex slave in England.
For the visit of Angela and William Davis, she had to prepare herself with slave yoga and orgasm denial. It turned out, that Angela has deeper plans with her continuing her training as a pain slave, and converting her to become her personal possession.
Claire’s training started, and the intense preparation and training moved Claire close to giving in to her Mistress. Right at the moment, when according to Angela’s plan Claire’s personality would have been converted by her chain of manipulations, Tyrone took her with him as an exchange slave, fucked her hard, pimped her out, and gave her praise and affection, since he also wanted to win the beautiful girl for his stable of sex slaves.
Claire saw the low motivation in his behavior and asked to be brought back, even if an angry Mistress would be waiting for her with an electric hair clipper in hand.

Claire returns, Final Part
by Gary and Don Marco



Angela sat on the sofa, the whip in hand. The electrical hair clipper on the cocktail table gave a little bow of blue light, indicating a fully charged battery. A black leather corset supporting her breasts with half cups, four-inch spike heels, black tight high stockings, gloves going over her elbows, and her hair all pulled back gave her a dark and domineering look. She was elegantly covered by a black semi-see-through negligée, which underlined her privilege to wear clothes, and her confidence in her look, while Claire was slave-naked as always.

But instead of red-hot anger, which Claire expected, she radiated a strange, artificial sweat-sour friendliness. Angela knew, that when 562 did leave with Tyrone, all her efforts in changing Claire’s personality had been lost. Claire left just in the time when the new personality was supposed to be formed. Her plan was, that by the total lack of sexual relief and affection, and her permanent objectification with the hood, even with her serving as furniture, she would do ANYTHING to get some form of human interaction and connection. According to her plan, Claire’s personality would have dried out 3-4 days after the party. She would have simply ended like a rose in the desert without water. She would have begged her to take her to the room and whip her, just to feel alive and to get some attention from someone. And she would have brought the newly created 562 out inside her. Dependent on her whip, totally fixated to her attention.

But this “Mr-Mega-Important-Customer” Tyrone had ruined it all. He saw her and wanted her. Because she was still a free woman. In her eyes, all men are somehow the same. They all want to bring a free woman in a collar to boost their miserable egos. Deep inside her, well hidden, she saw men as lowly life forms. And her softy-husband did not have the balls to stand up against his key customer and was no different.

She wanted to check her chances if in the remaining 14 days she could still achieve her goal and transform Claire in such a way, that she would become the slave she always wanted to have all to herself. A slave girl, which her husband would desire, but which would be totally focused on her. Her toy, which he would need to ask for if he wanted to use her.

She knew that her chances were slim, but she had at least to check how the odds are. She smiled at Claire. But the kneeling girl saw it clearly: this was a false smile.

“Tell me, my dear, how was your time with Tyrone? Did he put you up to good use with his customers? And have you been a good girl and refused to orgasm while you have been away?” she asked in her artificial friendliness while petting her over the hood, holding her chin with her fingers, as if she would be looking in her eyes.

Claire had feared this moment of truth. All the way riding in the back of his trunk, naked, hogtied, hooded and freezing, she was thinking about her upcoming punishment. She knew, there was no point in lying to Mistress. When she interrogated her during her pain training there was no leeway for misleading her. She was a skilled psychologist. Even if Tyrone had practically ordered her to orgasm during sex, she knew that this excuse would not count with Mistress.

Her hair would be gone, that was a given for her. But it would grow again. She also knew that she would be whipped harshly. But also those whip marks would heal over time. She feared most what Mistress would do to her mind. She was devious, and she had a clear goal. And she was angry.

She did, what happened it the last time more and more under stress: She fell back to her slave training. Always obey. Always answer all questions truthfully. So the only option she saw was to stay with the truth. Even if the consequences would be horrible. But she had endured the cruel training as a sex slave in England, she would also overcome this.

So she knelt in front of her Mistress and told the truth. That she had to obey to Masters demands, and that she did orgasm several times, that her entire womb muscles are stretched and exhausted beyond belief, and that she would accept any punishment Mistress would deem applicable.

She did not know that this honesty saved her from a horrible fate.

Doubled bitterness fueled Angela. First of all, her great plan was destroyed by Tyrone's time with Claire. So the thought to whip Claire the skin of her body and clipping her hair away was tempting. If she would have felt the slightest form of lying, omitting part of the truth, or even making her ask the same question twice, she would skin her husband’s dream girl alive! Even if would not lead her anywhere.

But now, and this was the second reason for her anger, this girl was simply kneeling in front of her, telling all that happened. She has expected Claire to give her one reason or the other to relieve her anger on her. But now even this was not possible.

She knew that if she would simply execute her anger with no reason on Claire, her husband would get back to her. And despite her high education, and her status as a free wife, he was long enough in the business to change her status to something far less desirable, if she stepped too much on his toes.

The facts were: in this state, 14 days left would not be enough to bring her back to the point where she needed her to be. Not with 562 being frankly speaking “almost fucked to meltdown” by this black stallion. 562 would need 3-5 days of rest. Then 7 more days in chastity and edging to bring her hunger back. Then some days to remind her of her pain training, then 5-7 days of strict human isolation, and then 5-7 days of forming the new personality. She was short for approximately 2 weeks. Not enough time, even for an expert like her.

So even if the chances were slim, the only option left was to go for another approach to the goal. So, all she could do was "try to be nice", play with the girl so that she loved her time with them, and ask her to come back for some weeks. But truth to be told: This was not the strongest play in her book.

“Tyrone was full of praise for you. He even gave us the share of his income from your time with his customers. This is of course your money, which we will give you as soon as you want to leave us. You are also not bound to the full 14 days with us, we can take some slaves from the Master's office here any time. You can stay, as long as you like, rest, recover, and if you like, serve us. We like you being around.”

Claire was surprised by this change of tone, not sure, what Mistresses intentions were this time, but she was sure, there was nothing positive about it.

"And now you can either please me or be whipped. Or maybe both?” she asked Claire in her mocked friendliness. Her voice reminded her to Kaa, the snake in Jungle Book, talking to Mogli. It was clear, that this was not a question, more an announcement.

Claire crawled towards Mistress, asked for permission to service her, and pleasured her with her tongue, using all her skill she had. She tried her best to make her come so that Angela’s compressed anger has at least some valve to release.

Claire was not sure why, but she got spared from the whip in this evening. After cleaning up all the juices coming from Mistress, she was dismissed for her household tasks. The truth was: Angela gave up.

The false friendliness also dried out very soon, them being distant again like always. It was a known surrounding, a known routine during the days with Master and Mistress, but never a show of appreciation. It was a thing, nothing more, and in return, it felt little attachment to them. Two more days of service to them just reinforced that. They liked showing it off, with the mask no one would recognize it, which was a positive thing, even if someone who knew Claire saw her, they would not ascertain her true identity.

Claire asked politely to be released. Master was sorry to see her go, she served well, but even he knew there was no real connection there. The only one who did have a connection to 562 was Mistress, she wouldn’t admit it but Mistress would miss their slave, pain slaves are hard to find or train, 562 would be hard to replace. But she still had the hope for her chance to come again.

Claire returned in the reverse in which she came. First to the kennels of Sam the Slave Man to wait for the paperwork to free her again. The long ride naked in Mr. Davis’s car. Them talk to each other as normal persons. Him stopping before they got to Yorkton to have her get dressed again on the side of the road.

This was the moment when Master wanted to give her the money from Tyrone. It was several hundred dollars, which she held in her hands. But she did not want it. It felt wrong.

“Master, can you please give this money to the father of Stephanie to help him pay the financing interest for the saving of his daughter?”

“Claire, why do you care so much about them?” he simply did not understand.

“Master, as I may say: She was not made for the collar. If I dabble between freedom and slavery, it is fine for me. But no woman without submissive fantasies should be enslaved against her will out of one weak moment. I see this simply as not fair. I know, it happens a lot these days, but here I saw it and with your help, we could do something about it. I will be always thankful for what you did for her”

He looked at her. Whenever she said such things, outside of her slave role, he was surprised by the personality inside her. He started to wonder, how it would be to fully own her.

“I am sure; they will be surprised as well. Can I say from whom the money is?”

“I would prefer not, but if they do not accept it otherwise, please let them know”

“Sure”. He swallowed hard. He always tried to stay away from a mental connection to Claire, since it was simply a trait in his business. Do not get close to a slave! Full Stop!

But now he started to regret it. This free woman impressed him every day a little bit more. He, twelve years in the slave business. And this made him uneasy. But at the same time, he got a raging hard-on.

“Claire, you are free again. Fully dressed and you wear no longer a collar. We are almost at your home. So, even if it is a little bit late in the game…”

Claire understood. He was asking her, instead of ordering her. Her being a free woman was right now something bigger to him than an object under a back hood. But: Too little, too late.

“Sure, William”. She knelt before him under the dashboard of his car and gave him a very elaborate blowjob. It was her physical way to say thank you for helping the poor girl in the stocks in this horrible try-out room. She took her time, used her tongue and lips the best she could, watched submissively in his eyes, she swallowed, cleaned, and stored away his dick, and smiled for him doing it all the way.
He drove her the final miles home, but 2 blocks before her parents’ house she asked him to stop, and walk the last few steps to her home. She needed this feeling. To walk home by herself. In her pace. As she saw it fit. With no one telling her what and how to do. She took out her phone and called her parents, telling them, that she would be there in 1 minute. They stood in the door when she walked up the driveway and welcomed her warmly.
Home.
Four letters for a great feeling.
It was a few days later that she found out that Tyrone had a website for his Escort Agency. There on the front page, with three other women, one of whom was Diamond, was Claire herself, being offered as a companion for lonely men. In her picture, there was a ribbon on it saying “Advanced booking necessary”. Claire smiled quietly. Tyrone obviously thought that she is available when he calls. Claire was looking forward to his first call.



The End.

So it is a “happy ever after” ending in the good old tradition of all of us good-hearted guys with a little crush for obedient girls. Claire is home free and safe, and also Stefanie walked away from the tryout room with a bare neck.
Again a big THANK YOU to Gary, which with his patience, experience, and generosity in giving me the right to add to his story made this possible.
As said many times, we authors write for our own pleasure, but also for all our entertainment. This was especially for me my first writing project. Your feedback (good or bad, public or private) does put the fuel in our tank as it would with any other author. It could be as simple as a little “thumbs-up” in the forum or a detailed analysis of the breaks in the logic or my poor grammar or how a scene would have been better from your POV

For my next writing project, I am looking for people who would help me with the plot, dialogues, spelling, and all other things. If you are interested, just drop me an email here in the forum.
Stefanie would love your help in giving her some personality, charisma, brain, and meaningful dialogues. Because her father and herself would like to seek revenge on the four college girls, and she would start to experience some more erotic encounters…

[Cwelst72]

Good story thanks

[CommodorRaptr]

Great story, nice to see a co-operation type story with a long time and great author. One thing troubles me though. Why the fuck wasn't this stuff spell checked? I understand that English isn't your first language but if you had Gary help you with the plot and such why couldn't you just ask him to spell check? Some parts are very confusing and totally pull you out of the immersion of reading. Kinda ruins it.

[gary]

I did, but I have noticed that this site and Microsoft Word disagree on the spelling of some words.

[Citizen1069]

It would have been interesting to see the Mistress use what she learned from Claires attempted enslavement on the in-crowd girls, who enslaved Stefanie.
How would Claire react to the fact that she helped Mistress learn how to enslave those who enslaved Stefanie?
Is a bad end for bad girls good? If they are from rich families, will they be bought back, or will this be seen as a easy way to deal with a "family problem" by doing nothing?

Hope to see more of your story telling.

[Belinda]

Sure there are a few spelling errors however the creativeness of the story far out weighed those minor mistakes. The Angela Davis character was so inventive. When I read stories with lesbian characters they always emphasize how wonderful the experience is because another women understands the female pleasure points so well. In this case and in context Mistress Angela is also a psychologist and a dom. You put these three attributes together and you have one amazing character.

Now you might want to delete this part of my review. I had such a sub dream of Angela last night I wanted to share with someone but no one in my orbit would understand. I dreamt that Angela had reduced me to slave level. It was so powerful that I woke in such a state that I got up put on my make up, used a belt as a collar and leash, and put on my highest heels. I then went to my bath room and began cleaning the tile floor with a tooth brush as I worked myself into a frenzy with my other hand. I then used the tooth brush bristles to bring myself to a slavegasm. I have never done that in my long life. I will probably by thought of as the goofy lady here but I just had to tell someone it was such an amazing experience for me.

Regards,
Belinda

[Carl Bradford]

Hello Belinda,

Thank you for post and the nice review. If you can get back to me in a personal message on the spelling mistakes, we can get them out of the way for future readers.
Yes, Angela turned out to be a frightening character. I would not want to be married to her. Over the writing process, all by itself, it added layer of layer in her personality. She was the person I twisted and changed most. Great that you liked the outcome.

The fact, that our story haunted you in your dreams is absolutely not goofy. As some of us here are maybe dominant, you are submissive. There is nothing wrong with it. You are great as you are.
Reading your post describing how spotlessly clean your bathroom floor is now, and in which diligent way you employed yourself made me proud.

I am about to release my next story very soon. I am in the finishing moves. Also, there will be a strong female character.
And I only can call it coincidence: The heroine is in this story slave naked on her knees, brushing the tiles with a bristle while her (nice and friendly) Mistress is standing behind her.

Regards
Don Marco

[jeepster]

It would have been interesting to see the Mistress use what she learned from Claires attempted enslavement on the in-crowd girls, who enslaved Stefanie.
How would Claire react to the fact that she helped Mistress learn how to enslave those who enslaved Stefanie?
Is a bad end for bad girls good? If they are from rich families, will they be bought back, or will this be seen as a easy way to deal with a "family problem" by doing nothing?

Hope to see more of your story telling.

Hello Citizen1069,


You are absolutely spot-on: When Gary and I compiled the story, we agreed, that Stefanie must walk out of this with not much harm and that JUSTICE MUST BE SERVED.
And it is definitely a good end to me if bad things happen to bad girls.

The next story is in the pipeline almost at its end, but the one I am about to start right now will deal with the 4 mean girls, that tricked Stefanie. How her father and Stefanie will seek revenge, and what will happen to them.

So I see a preference, that 1 girl ends up in the evil claws of Angela Davis? Everybody in favor of this idea, please post a replay, a like, or any reaction.

We have 3 girls left, that can be sent to a biscuit factory, or any other horrible bad thing, that can happen to bad girls. Let’s bring some ideas forward! Will be looking at anything you bring up.

Can you envision the persona description of the 4 girls?
Do you want a Cheerleader, cook-tease, I-can-get-away-with-anything-because-of-my-looks-girl? Or is this too cheesy?
Also here, ideas are welcome.


Don Marco

[Citizen1069]

What if Stefanie and her father get hard evidence of the bad girls bragging about how they tricked her. The lot of them get a 30 day enslavement and are sold at auction.
The leader gets sold to the Mistress where she uses her knowledge to get her to volunteer to be a full time slave before her time is up.
Another could be bought by the school to be used as a demo in classes where she is a student and will be again when she is free.
Then there is then one who gets sold to the local pony farm to pull a buggy around town, where everyone she knows takes her for a spin around the block.
With this being rich and powerful families that the in-crowd girls come from, one of them might see this as a good way to take care of a "family embarrassment" by extending their enslavement for as long as possible.