Unknown - Daughter in Heat

"You are so right, both of you. I'm sorry, Jack. You're my master. I'm your slave. Put me in my place when I slip, but I do want this experience. Please, let me play. Let me try again. You may discipline me as you see fit or be abusive for no reason at all. Everything else aside, I need that; I really do.

I want to be owned and controlled even if this game doesn't work out. Sue and I have discussed this many times. I'd like you to be that man because Jerry could never be that type. He spoils me worse than my parents, but I do love him dearly. If you want me to hurt him, I will. I'll fuck him over and make him suffer if it will amuse you. I'll be a good sex slave, I promise. You have my word."

"Your word is worthless and your promises are hollow. You're a cheating whore who can't be trusted. I want to hear you say it, and say it like you mean it.

Convince me."

Sarah impishly bit her lower lip, looking from grinning Sue to smiling Jack.

She sat up straight, looked to Jack, and said, "I am a cheating whore, Jack.

You can never ever trust me to faithfully carry out your orders. You will need to polygraph me and I may lie just to see if it works or to see if your threat is real. If either is not the case, you'll have no control over me. I'll get back on the pill and I will not make my husband use a rubber, and there will never be foreign sperm in my vagina. I may have sex with other men, but that's only because I want to, but they'll wear a condom or pull out, because I will insist."

"You convinced me. Do test me, Sarah. Please do. Whipping your fine ass will be a pleasure.

I lied, I do love whipping a fine ass, but I'll control myself as long as you follow orders."

Sarah was rethinking her plan to test him. There was no masochist in that girl, none at all. She was scared shitless as Jack continued, "Now, I'm sure men come on to you all the time. Am I right?"

"Yes."

"Good, you are now available to go on dates and you may not refuse an invitation to date out of town. When on a date, you may not wear panties, but you must wear a short skirt, a micro-mini. You'll also wear a see-through blouse with no bra. Your attire should be a welcome mat to any man who sees you."

"You don't ask much, do you.

Sorry, that just popped out. I just never pictured you as the type that would require me to dress like a slut in public. That's okay. I'll dress like a slut, but not in Dallas."

"I'm not done, and don't interrupt me. You may not block, twist away, or shy away from any man's hand wanting to touch any part of your body unless you're in uniform or in Dallas-private homes excluded. You must treat cocks and tongues the same way. They are welcome in or on your body. If the owner has the balls, so does Sarah Brewer."

"Hold it! Time out! That's absurd, Jack. If I follow that order, I'll get fucked in public, gang banged in some places."

"How about that! I guess you'll have to choose between accepting a public fucking or a private whipping, won't you? That question will be on the exam, and you'll get a whipping for each time you reject a man's advance."

Sue said, "Tough choice, Sarah, but a fucking is better than a whipping, and public fucking is better than private fucking any day."

"You guys are out to ruin me."

Sue said, "So what. You're off the squad, now. What are you protecting?"

Jack said, "She's not a cheerleader anymore?"

"No, she's over the hill if you can believe that. They can't try out after the age of twenty-six.

They probably would have made an exception in Sarah's case, but someone told the manager that she was hanging out with a woman of questionable moral character and was told she couldn't try out for this season's squad. They're crazy. I have never seen Sarah with anyone like that, and we are always together."

Sarah angrily said to Sue, "They were talking about you, Sue. You're the woman of questionable moral character. You're the one that told the dance coach that breeding the girls to dogs would tone their legs. You're the one who suggested we do routines with dogs and change our name to the Dallas Cowbitches. You got me kicked off the squad, Sue. You'd better make that little bitch of yours suffer good, I mean really suffer. You owe me."

Sue said, "I did you a favor, you dumb bitch. You're too old to be flouncing around on a football field with pompoms in your hand. The Cowbitches are cramping our style. We can't do shit without you worrying about your fucking fans. Now, we can. You don't need to be discreet anywhere."

"Yeah, thanks to you."

"You're welcome. As for my little bitch, I'll make her suffer all you want as long as you can take what Jack dishes out afterward. It'll be up to you, Sarah.

If I see you want me to go on, I'll go on. I can take it. Can you? I'll wound the shit out of her if you want. I'll put her in a fucking wheelchair. Can you handle a wheelchair?"

That cooled Sarah and told Jack that he'd made the right choice. They did need a controlling influence.

The bitch had it bad. Sarah looked to Jack with a softer tone in her expression and softly said, "Jack, please go easier on me. You said discreet. I don't care if I'm not a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader anymore, I want discreet. I still have my fans. Following your orders will not be discreet. I'll be a whore in everyone's eyes in no time at all. Can't we keep this close to home and out of the public eye?"

"I'll tell you what I'll do.

You hang onto that uniform. Your career is not over, not by a long shot. Your fan club will double, triple, maybe quadruple.

Sarah Brewer posters won't just be the most popular, they'll outsell all the others combined. Interested?"

"Sure. I'd love that, but they told me to turn in my uniform."

"I'll have an entire wardrobe of uniforms made for you to keep?"

"Can you do that? They're made special, you know, and it's against the law to copy them."

"It's against the law to use a Dallas Cowboys trade mark, but stars on a sexy cowgirl suit is not illegal. People who see Sarah Brewer in a sexy cowgirl outfit will see a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader. They won't be looking for trademarks. Let me worry about legal issues. Slaves just wear what they're told to wear, go where they're told to go, and do what they're told to do. Masters deal with the petty bullshit.

Are you interested in a new career as a solo act?"

"Yeah, very interested. I'd love it."

"If you take a job as a nude dancer in a Dallas club and work as an escort, a high class hooker, I'll drop that order. In this way, you can restrict your exposure to the small seedier set, but the exposure will be greater and local.

I know a club owner that would love to put your sexy Dallas Cowboys cheerleader ass to work and he needs a beauty like you that will do anything-parties, groups, porno, even the pooches.

I'll split the money with you right down the middle, tips included.

Remember the polygraph. You're not holding out on this pimp, bitch."

Sue said, "Hey, another direct hit on a fantasy. This is your lucky day, Sarah."

"The fuck it is. Most of my fantasies I want to remain fantasies. That's one of them, so is the open cheating one. Cheating on Jerry is one thing, but you want a prostitute porn star who dances nude in a local club and screws mutts in the back room. This isn't fucking Jerry over, this is sticking a knife in his heart, twisting, pouring salt in the wound as he's dying, then pushing him in a hole and kicking on the dirt while he's still breathing. Not only that, I'd be fucking over the girls on the Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad.

I don't want you to torture Heather to death, just make her suffer a little."

Sue said, "You're grossly exaggerating and your analogy sucks; besides, you should fuck over the Cowbitches.

Not one of those sluts stood up for you. They all want you off the field because you steal their attention away. They all move up one notch when you step off the field. Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.