Cecilia Medina - The Mishandled Mistress Part 37

Is this another test that I will have to pass? I have already been told that I have exceeded your expectations for my first weekend, but I can’t help feeling that this is a chance for you to advance it even more.

“Before you make the decision, I will warn you that once you agree I will not stop, no matter how much you will protest or complain. Be assured that there is a good reason for doing this, because on my first time, there was a moment or two when even I begged Alicia to stop, but once it was over I was okay, although the situation did feel very weird. I can almost guarantee that you will react in the same way as it has happened to each of us and this is to make you understand that I will carry on no matter how you react.”

At least you have informed me of the situation so that I know that there is no going back if I give my consent. On the one hand, what happened to Collette does seem to be quite scary but at the same time, seeing the restraints being placed on her proved to be more than a little arousing. You did say that it would not be as harsh, so I’m sure for a start that you won’t use the extra vibrator on me for a start. Okay, I’ll try a milder version of what you did to the poor maid, although I hope that I can be the exception and not become too frightened because of this new experience. After thinking about the situation for a few more seconds, Cecyme nodded her head to show that she was prepared to try out what Mistress Isabella had proposed and she was rolled onto her front so that the rope which bound her ankles, along with holding her in a hogtie could be removed.

“Now, the first thing to do is give you a bathroom break, as it must have been some time since your last visit.” The woman said as she helped her captive into a sitting position at the side of the bed so that her feet were touching the floor. “After that, I will give you a drink of water, so that you will not get thirsty.” Cecyme’s left arm was held by the right hand of her captor as she was guided so that she was standing straight up and the prisoner was taken over to the en-suite part of the Matron’s quarter’s which contained a shower, basin and toilet. It didn’t take long for the captive to do what was necessary and once she was cleaned up by the Mistress, the woman also used the basin along with a sponge to wipe over the body of the helpless lady before taking a towel so that she could be dried off.

“There we are, all nice and clean.” Isabella said as she put the towel back on the rack after cleaning out the basin and the captive was made to walk back into the bedroom so that she could again sit on the bed. “Do not speak once I remove your gag, otherwise you will have to suffer a strict punishment in addition to the bondage that I am going to put you into. Do you understand?”

Seeing as I am already getting into a situation that is going to be somewhat strict, I have no desire to make this any worse so I am going to remain quiet. Once Cecyme had nodded to indicate that she had comprehended the instruction given by her captor, the straps under her chin were unbuckled before the inverse Y-strap over her head was unattached and the main straps were unbuckled with the gag pulled away from her mouth. While Mistress Isabella dried the ring off with a paper towel which was dropped into small bin with a pedal-opening lid, the prisoner took the opportunity to work her mouth so that there would be no problems with being able to take a drink.

“This should be okay for you, as you need to avoid drinking too much at the moment.” A small fridge was opened for a few seconds by the Mistress who took out a small bottle of water, removed the top and a straw was placed into the narrow opening before the gag was placed on top of the fridge. It took only a few steps for the woman to get back to the bed and she sat on the left side of the helpless woman while using her left hand to hold the bottle up to the lips of her captive. “Just drink it in slow sips, as this is not a race.”

I am going to be careful as I want to moisten my mouth first, even though I am a little thirsty. The helpless woman put her lips around the end of the straw so that she could suck a little water into her mouth which was used to wet the inside of her cheeks along with her tongue. She took a second sip which completed the moistening of her mouth and each successive intake of water helped to assuage her thirst so that it had disappeared by the time that the bottle had been emptied of water. Now that I have had my drink, it will be time for my gag to be replaced.

“Open wide, my captive.” As the prisoner followed the instruction, the Mistress retrieved the ring-gag and within a minute the object was back in place with the straps buckled to their fullest extent.

It seems that this gag is going to act as part of my new bondage, but given what happened to Collette, I doubt that this is the end of it. It took a few seconds for the helpless woman to get used to the straps biting into her cheeks and she looked up to see the full length mirror being wheeled into place in front of her.

“I want you to be able to see what is happening to you, my sweet slave, so that in a way you have your own ringside seat. Now, I think that these should be about your size.” Isabella said as she walked up to one of her cupboards, opened the ornate door and pulled out a case which was similar to the one that held the restraints that were used on the maid. “These are generic for a particular size, rather than custom made for an individual. However, they can be made to provide a comfortable fit by the way that they work.” A pair of chrome manacles around two inches high was removed from the case once it was opened and they each had a D-ring which was connected by a single link. As the items were placed around the ankles of the captive, she noticed that there was some kind of soft padding on the inside and when the manacled was closed, a hex key was used to secure the restraint in place, even though it was still loose.

There is something else on the manacles, almost like a small hole. You did say that these would fit, so perhaps that has something to do with it.

“This is how you make sure that these bonds are truly secure.” A small device resembling a grease gun was lifted up out of the box and the end was pressed against a small hole that was on the restraint that bound the right ankle of the captive. Mistress Isabella pulled what appeared to be a trigger and the swelling of the inner pad was accompanied by a hissing sound as the manacle was held in place with a secure grip.

It’s compressed air! That is so ingenious, as you would only need to something with a point to let the air out and a simple hex key can set me free. Once the right ankle was secure it only took a moment for the manacle pad encompassing the left leg to be inflated so that it would hold the rest of the device in place. I’m not going to be able to run away from you, no matter what happens and escape will certainly be out of the question once you have finished binding me. A second set of the chrome restraints were locked into place around the lower legs of the prisoner, just below her knees and the compressed air device was used to inflate the pad so that the items would press against her skin in a firm manner.

“Stand up prisoner and turn to the right so that your left side is shown in the mirror.” It took two attempts for the restrained lady to stand up on her feet as she was surprised by just how well the bonds stayed in place when she moved and the woman was unable to use her arms to keep her balanced. After taking a few seconds once she was upright to ensure that her centre of balance was stable, she took little shuffling, clanking steps that took her around to the right until the mirror was to her left.

It is your intention that I will see precisely how I am bound with these new restraints, probably because you know that I will become aroused by watching myself being put into the new bondage.

“I should not get in the way of your view while I put the rest of this on and once I remove the rope, you are to place your hands together behind your back.” Mistress Isabella worked on untying the ropes that bound the prisoner’s arms and chest and once these were disentangled from the captive, they were put into neat little loops so that they could lie on a side table. Cecyme put her hands together behind her back with her palms facing each other and as she looked over her left shoulder, she could see her captor pick up another set of restraints from the box.

At this point, I doubt that I would be able to fight you off and I cannot run so this does have a certain inevitability to it. A shiver went down the spine of the prisoner as the manacles encircled Cecyme’s wrists, and she felt the embers of lust between her legs grow in strength as the pads were inflated so that they were solid against her arms. She saw how they looked on her, once the Mistress went to obtain another set of bonds and something about their appearance made her heart race as the light reflected off the metal. It’s almost as if being restrained in metal bonds like these scream slavery and submission, which is why is was so effective on making Collette feel submissive again. As Cecyme continued to look at the mirror, she saw the second set of manacles go around her arm just below her elbows and the process of locking with the hex key was followed by the inflating of the pads, which made her feel even more thrilled.

“There is just one more item to be attached, although for obvious reasons it will not be a custom fit.” A metal collar was taken out of the box by the Mistress who put it around the neck of the prisoner and as it was secured her neck, the captive saw two large D-rings with one at the front and one at the back.

I’m glad that you have been careful with inflating the pad inside the collar, so that it doesn’t press too hard against my throat. Those rings must be for attaching something to the collar, possibly some kind of chain. Well that wasn’t much of a surprise. Four small padlocks, along with a chain were selected by the woman and she began by locking one end of the chain to the D-ring at the back of the damsels neck. A moment later, the chain was connected to the elbow shackles with the second padlock and the third was used to lock the chain to the manacles at her wrists. There was a squeal from the helpless lady as the chain was fed between her upper thighs and it was pulled tight before the other end was locked to the D-ring on the front of the collar. As the captive squirmed in her new bonds, every little movement caused the links of the chain to rub against the folds of her lips of lust and her embers of desire were heating up.

“Now, I want you to lie on your left side in the middle of the bed as I have a few extra restraints to add before we go to the next stage.” As Cecyme sat back down before working her way to the middle of her bed, she discovered that all of the writhing to get into position was serving to fan the embers between her legs until her lust burned with a small flame and she emitted a small moan as the heat built up within her. “Thank you. I can get started with applying the rest of your bondage, now that you are lying on the bed.” Three chains along with same number of padlocks were picked up and one end of a chain was threaded through the link that connected the knee shackles together, with the captive emitting a gasp as her knees were brought up to her chest. The other end of the chain was pushed through the collar D-ring and it was pulled tight before a padlock secured both ends together, which left the prisoner with her knees chained to her neck.

I don’t think that I am even going to be able to move around on the bed with my body bound like this. Why do you need the two other chains as one is sufficient enough to ensure my immobility? There was a sensation at the captive’s wrists which was followed by her ankles being taken close to her thighs and a clinking sound that seemed to be from the chain as it was pulled through a shackle link. There was an increased pressure with her heels pushing against the top of her legs and after an audible click, she found out that she was unable to move her ankles away from her thighs. You’ve put me in a ball-tie and now any sort of movement is impossible. All I can do is lie in whatever position I am placed in without being able to move except for my hands, feet and head. What the-.

“I will get you into the right place before I attach the final chain to your body.” Cecyme was first turned around on the bed until her head and body were pointing towards the mirror and she was rolled onto what would have been her front in other situations, but because of the ball-tie she was stuck in a kneeling position.

You must want me look at the mirror when you carry on with this bondage. No! Mistress Isabella took hold of the ring at the top of the captive’s harness gag, threading the final chain through it with the end also pushed through the central link of the prisoner’s elbow bondage. My head, it’s going to be pulled right back. You’ll strain my neck. For a moment, Cecyme became worried that her neck was going to get hurt as her head was forced back by her captor, but just before her neck reached that point, the pull halted and in the mirror she saw the Mistress use the final padlock to connect end ends together so that her head would remain fixed in this position.

“This is perfect, as you will be unable to do anything to stop me from doing whatever I want to you.” A small cabinet was opened with a smaller case being removed and Cecyme looked on with horror out of the corner of her left eye as the first item was removed from the case. It had two straps with a buckle on the end of one and the shape of the item in the middle was that of an erect penis.

You’re going to use a cock-gag on me and it’s massive! Please don’t force that thing into my mouth! This is why you chained my head to my elbows as I don’t even have the luxury that Collette did when she fought to avoid being gagged.

“Oh yes cute Cecyme, now you understand why I have immobilised you to this degree. It is to make sure that there is no chance of you being able to put up any kind of a fight.” As the Mistress approached Cecyme with the gag, the captive discovered that the chain that ran from the top of the head to her elbows was very effective in preventing her from moving her head.

Please don’t do this to me, that thing won’t fit and I am going to choke on it! There was an almost continuous whine from the captive as Isabella sat on her left and the pitch of the cry increased as the tip of the phallus brushed against her lower lip.

“There we are, it is going in and there is absolutely nothing my poor slave can do about it.” The end of the gag was eased into the open space that was provided by the ring-gag and the helpless lady felt the tip as it pressed against her tongue before it was worked further into her mouth. What made this even worse was that as her head was fixed into this angle, Cecyme ended up watching herself in the mirror as the gag was forced the rest of the way into her mouth and the straps were buckled together at the back of the neck.

Saying that I have been gagged with this does not convey just how intense this feels. Penetrated would be more accurate in most cases, but the only way to adequately describe what has happened is that my mouth is being fucked!

“Oh Cecyme, the look on your face is priceless and your reaction as I pushed that shaft between your forced-apart lips was wonderful to behold. Oh and if you think that was bad, you have not seen anything yet.”

What are you going to do to me?!

(To Be Continued)

Cassidy’s Kidnapping Part 37

A device was being wheeled along between Kǎodǎ and Kǒngbù, with them each holding onto a long metal bar which was on either side of the object’s main framework and at the end of the bars were large clips. There were two wheels which looked like standard bicycle wheels, with them looking about the same size and between them was a leather seat which only allowed room for one person.

OMG! That thing is built for someone to ride in and those clips must be so that it can be attached to my waist. I’m going to be turned into a horse and cart in front of the entire world. It was one thing to play at being a horse, but to be made to trot around as an actual beast of burden will be the most humiliating torment yet.

“Why ladies, this is so precious. You arranged to have a small one woman buggy brought here, just so that I can ride around with Cassandra as my personal horse. Thank you for this incredible present.”

It may be incredible to you, but it is just another psychological torture for me as I am going to be dehumanised even more by this. Cassidy began to struggle as the buggy approached but the restraints around her body were so effective that it was more accurate to describe her actions as a frantic wriggle, with her making a loud squeaking sound as leather rubbed on leather. Even this minor wriggle did more to make the two assistants amused than annoyed as the buggy was wheeled into position and they had no trouble with attaching the clips at the ends of the bars to the D-rings on the belt around the waist of the captive.

There is nothing I can do to stop this and I am going to be made to transport my Ring-Mistress around the warehouse. I wonder if there will be further humiliations laid out for me tonight? I really hope not.

“Madam Sǐwáng, if you would be so good as to sit on the buggy while Kǒngbù holds onto the reins of the horse.” Kǎodǎ said as she stood by the left side of the buggy while Kǒngbù went to the right side of the prisoner so that she could take hold of the reins and Cassidy yelped when her head was forced back because of a harsh tug on the straps.

“That is to remind you that your rider will be in charge.” Kǒngbù said as Madam Sǐwáng approached the left side of the buggy with Kǎodǎ putting her right arm out, so that the leader could remain steady while seating herself in the buggy in a comfortable position.

“Once again, I cannot thank you enough for this wonderful gift. I would have never thought of it myself, but Cassandra looks as if she is in her proper place.” The woman spoke as Kǒngbù took a few steps before handing the ends of the reins to the Madam and Kǎodǎ moved forward so that she could kneel by the legs of the helpless lady.

I notice that your riding crop is across your lap, which means that if I don’t do as you ask I will be whipped, so that although I won’t feel any pain, the psychological effect will be very strong.

“I think that I am ready to take a little ride now, so if you would be so good as to remove the hobble from the legs of our horse, I can go for a ride around the warehouse.” It only took a few seconds for the strap around Cassidy’s ankles to be unbuckled and once the restraint was removed at least the captive was able to move her legs again.

Freeing my legs are useless to me now as I am nothing more than a harnessed animal and my Madam will want me to move anyway. Any refusal to follow orders will just end with me suffering further humiliation.

There was the feeling of slapping against the side of the prisoner’s cheeks which let the pony-girl know that she was supposed to move forward and this was followed by “Start walking forward, my helpless horse.”

This is not going to be easy, as I have never tried to move anything other than myself in boots like these. It took all of Cassidy’s effort just to get a little movement forward and she thought that she was going to faint with the ropes across her chest restricting her breathing, but each step was making the buggy move a little faster. Soon, the captive was surprised about just how easy it was to remain moving once she had reached a gap in the ring and a tug on the left side of her face let her know that she had to aim for the gap. I’m about to end up going around the warehouse, but I doubt that I will end up seeing anything that might be considered to be a secret.

“You are being a very good horse.” Madam Sǐwáng said as the women left the ring and the pony-girl continued to walk in a straight line once the ring was left behind, until there was another slap on both sides of her face. “Now you start running.”

I hope that I can do this, as it took an awful lot of effort just to get up to walking speed. At least manoeuvring is going to be easier with these spaces. Again, Cassidy felt dizzy due to the shallow breathing imposed on her by her tight bondage and she hoped that nothing would go wrong as she built up speed. When she reached what was almost a running speed, there was a little tug on the reins to indicate that she should remain at this pace, before another one on the left side of her head sent the signal that she should turn left. This pull remained until the captive was parallel to one of the walls of the warehouse and once Cassidy was able to relax, she became aware of the loud noises that the horseshoes on the bottom of the boots were making. The clip-clopping sounds even louder than before, which may be as a result of the extra effort that I am using and the walls of the warehouse seem to amplify them with the echoes that are bouncing off the walls.

“I have never been out for a horse ride like this before, my lovely pony and I must thank you as well for this entertainment.”

Another tug on the left side turned the helpless woman’s head a little to the left as they started to come close to the end of the large building and the pony-girl turned so that the end wall was on her right side. Once I was fast enough, it takes every little effort to remain at this speed, but turning requires some extra effort and I have to make sure that I remain steady on my feet as falling over would be a catastrophe. I’m wondering how I am going to stop though, as I can imagine that it is going to be much more difficult with the buggy attached to me. As she half-ran around the warehouse, the captive saw a trio of beds with steel bars at the head and feet and there was a large area that was also separated from the rest of the warehouse with white sheets. That covered up place must be a special surprise, but those beds almost look as if they are out of some sixties British NHS drama.

Another left turn put them a course that was alongside the other long wall of the building and there was a pull on the reins that forced the captive’s head back a little. You must want me to slow down, but it will not be easy as you, along with the buggy, means that there is a lot more momentum top deal with. It is best if I take my time slowing down as I do not want to take any unnecessary risks in my current predicament/ At first, Cassidy slowed down a little, only to find that there was increased pressure on her waist caused by it being connected to the buggy, but this faded after a moment so the prisoner reduced speed a little more. That’s very unusual, the vehicle shouldn’t be reacting so quickly to my changes, what’s happening? Her answer was revealed in a few seconds when she slowed her pace again and the change in the buggy was accompanied by a small squealing sound.

Brakes, you must have basic brakes on the buggy and that explains why slowing down is easier than I thought. At least I know that I’m not at any risk as you will make it easy for me.

Within a minute, Cassidy had reduced the speed to the point where there was a flick of the reins and she remained at that speed for a while, as she turned so that they passed the second shorter wall. After the next turn they were close to the big top area, but the pony-girl was only instructed to turn right when the first long wall was near and once this was completed more flicks of the straps instructed her to increase her rate of motion to a fast trot.

Several circuits of the warehouse were completed in this way, with Cassidy varying her speed at the whims of her Madam but she was surprised when she completed going around the interior of the building at a slow pace. Are you making me rest in order to try for a full gallop? I doubt that it would be safe if you attempted that.

The answer to this thought was shown when Madam Sǐwáng said “High-step!”

Oh no, that was bad enough when I only had to move myself and it was exhausting then. A sudden feeling on the cheeks of the prisoner as she hesitated was followed by the familiar sour taste in her mouth and she knew that her bottom had been whipped. When the second occurred a moment later, her cheeks turned bright red from the embarrassment and she started to lift each leg up in the way that she had been taught. Just as she had suspected, it required more effort than just walking as it was much harder to get any kind of proper traction and within just a few minutes, she could feel the strain in both her legs and her joints. This is even worse than when I was inside the ring and I doubt that I will be able to continue being a pony-girl as this is going to murder on my legs as it is.

They had nearly completed another circuit when various tugs on the reins directed the captive to a course that was taking her and her Madam bag to the circus part of the warehouse and she sighed with relief when they passed the sheets. Once the restrained woman was back inside, she was directed to the far side of the ring and when she was there, the Madam said “Halt, my pony. Ladies, will you two unhitch the pony and prepare her for the next set of duties?”

“Yes Madam Sǐwáng.” Both of the assistants said almost in unison and as the leader dismounted before sitting on one of the side boxes, the accomplices set to work on the woman who was at their complete mercy. They took less than ten seconds to detach the bars from the sides of the belt around her waist by opening the clips and the buckles were easy enough to take apart. However, the next step meant that Cassidy was going to have to guess what was going to happen as the blinkers on her blindfold were closed, which left her unable to see again.

I’m as helpless as I was when they turned me into a pony-girl and I think that they are either going to turn me into another animal or change me back to the way I was. After a wait which may have been about a minute although the helpless lady couldn’t be sure, the horse’s tail was removed from her bottom and the two clicks at the top of her head along with the pressure on her scalp meant that the ears had been removed from the head band. There were two more clicks in quick succession and a new pressure on the bottom of the captive was enough to indicate that she was either being made up as a bunny girl, or as a new creature. I am still wearing the pony-girl boots on my feet at the moment, but that must be next on your agenda.

Her suspicions were confirmed when the hands of her captors took hold of her so that she could be guided backwards, until she felt the pressure of one of the ring-side boxes against the back of her legs. The downward pressure on her body made it clear that she was to sit down and once she had done so, the touches just below her knee were the assistants loosening the laces on the boots. As Cassidy waited, the boots became loose enough so that when her feet were lifted up, the boots were pulled from her legs so that they could be replaced with shoes and when she put her feet back down, the heels seemed to be the same height as before she wore the boots.

Perhaps they are dressing me up as a bunny girl again. If that is the case then I won’t have to perform any other activities, or at least I hope not. Well, this is hardly a surprise. Cassidy offered no resistance as her feet were placed side by side on the floor and next there was the very familiar feel of rope as it was wrapped around her ankles. Judging from the way my ankles are being forced together, it is probably five double stranded wraps around my legs and possibly three or four cinches added to ensure that the cord grips around my ankles. Just as always the knot will be tied so that it will be out of my reach, but it’s not as if I could untie a knot anyway, with my hands covered. The binding of the prisoner’s legs just below her knees were next and it seemed that there was about the same number of windings that were tightened by cinches before the knot was secured.

Now it’s time for my legs above the knees to be secured and this time there might be one or two extra loops added, although you have placed the same number of cinches. Hey! That’s a bit high! In the previous times when her thighs were bound together the normal position was around the mid-thigh area, but this time the rope was very close to the top of her legs. It felt as if there were more loops added around her legs and the number of cinches appeared to be unnecessary with the hands of the binder coming very close to the top of her legs when the rope was being threaded between her thighs. Please don’t, please don’t. During this binding the hands came so close to her most intimate area that the damsel thought that her modesty was going to be trespassed on, but in the end she was relieved when it didn’t happen. You used this as a mental torture on me, but if I had shown an obvious reaction that Madam Sǐwáng would have been very angry. Perhaps you were planning on having some kind of ‘accident’ but decided against it at the end. Now this is a surprise.

The loosening of the rope that acted as a tight band over the captive’s chest in a figure of eight pattern came as a great relief and once it was removed, she was able to fill her lungs with air for the first time since it was wrapped around her. It was even more of a shock when the long cord that bound her forearms together in a figure of eight pattern was also untied, but given her previous experiences, she doubted that her arms would remain free for long. Her arms were brought around to the front of her body, her palms were placed together and what may have been the same rope was wound in a figure of eight pattern from just above her wrists, all of the way up to her elbows. Even though her covered hands would be unable to untie any knot, the positioning of the knots were in places where her hands couldn’t reach and the lady thought that this would have been done out of habit by the assistants.

I guess that you two want me to stand up now. Cassidy could feel the hands of her captors through the leather that enveloped her hands and the gentle tug grew stronger with each moment, so she used their grip to lift herself into a standing position. You wouldn’t have wanted me to stand up without going anywhere and the tug is constant, which means that I will have to hop forward in the direction that you choose. Once she had stood up, there were also hands gripping her arms so that the captive didn’t have to worry about falling down, although for reasons of safety she took very small hops in direction that the assistants were pointing her to. I wonder where you want to take me to, as at the moment I seem to be heading towards the centre of the ring.

With the help of the two others making sure that her balance was maintained, Cassidy didn’t take long to reach the location where she was supposed to go to and as the blinkers on her blindfold were pulled open, she stared at the full length mirror that showed her in her present state of bondage...

(To Be Continued)

Petra Marsh: The Easter Abduction - Part 24

Petra awoke with a start at her desk in the office and she looked around her at all of the staff dressed in their new clothes since the change of management last week, when a woman replaced the old boss. The dress code has changed for the better, and I like being in my new halter-neck blue sun dress. I don’t even have to wear my shoes, which is wonderful. It had been a month since the incredible weekend when she had been kidnapped by Diana and Kendra and although some of the details were hazy, she was thinking about the Friday night when she was spread eagled on the bed with Diana above her.

That was so lovely, but I must get back to work now. I wish that I was in when the new boss presented herself last week, as the other ladies said that she looked gorgeous. However, she keeps to herself in the office and she has two assistants who normally act as go betweens. Once Petra had taken a few sips from her cup of coffee, she started typing the latest figures onto this week’s spreadsheet and she had made quite a dent in the pile of paper on the right side of her desk when the door to the office opened and one of the assistants entered the room. The lady was wearing black patent high-heeled shoes, black seamed stockings, a black knee length skirt with a split on the left side and these contrasted with the white long sleeve blouse. The lady approached the desk and leaned over, placing her hands on the desk as her long straight raven hair fell over her blouse, with her blue eyes looking into Petra’s

“The boss has remembered that you are the only lady that she hasn’t introduced herself to, so she was hoping that you would accompany me to the office so that the both of you might get better acquainted.”

“Yes, sure. I’ll go with you if you’ll just give me a moment to save my work.” Petra closed the spreadsheet after saving the current file that she had been entering the data onto and it only took her a moment to lock the screen of her desktop before rising out of her chair. “Lead the way, please.”

“Certainly.” The assistant said and a second later the woman started to walk away with Petra following her and it took less than a dozen steps for the pair to leave the office.

Finally, I get the chance to meet my new superior. I hope she is as beautiful as everyone says. There were a few twists and turns to the corridor that Petra was unfamiliar with, as she had never been to this office, but it was less than thirty seconds before they reached the door to the office of the new boss, which had the hinge to the right.

As the assistant pushed the door open, she said “After you.” while pressing her body against it.

When Petra entered the room, she noticed first of all how ornate it was; especially the desk and chair in front of her, but it struck her as odd that there appeared to be no one else in the room. Where are you? I thought that you wanted to meet me?

“Get her!” This was a new voice which did not come from behind the lady, but it was a little way to the right as well. Before she had a chance to even react to the command, her arms were gripped just above the elbows and her arms were pulled around to behind her back, with the pressure against her forcing her to her knees.

“What the hell is going on! I came her-!” This about as far as Petra got in speaking before something was inserted into her mouth which halted her in mid sentence and the now familiar straps that were taken around to the back of her neck made her realise that she was being gagged. Something is wrong! Why are you doing this to me? Even though she shook her head from left to right, this failed to prevent the ends of the straps from being buckled together so that the straps dug into her cheeks and a moment’s exploration with the captive’s tongue showed that her mouth was being forced open by a ring-gag.

You’re placing me in bondage, but why? A clinking sound was accompanied by the touch of cold metal around her arms just below her elbows which were drawn so close that they almost touched. Oh no, you’re chaining me up! Several loops were taken between her arms which were pulled so tight that the links bit into her skin before a loud click suggested that a padlock had been used to secure the ends together. I have no chance of escaping from you now that my elbows are bound together, -my wrists! Petra’s hands were pulled together as an second metal chain was wrapped five times around her arms, so that it was just above her wrists and three cinching loops were applied before a second padlock was used to connect the chain ends.

As the helpless woman looked to her right, she saw the second assistant who looked to be so close in appearance to the first that she must been a very close relative and the prisoner was forced forward on her knees until she was lying prone on the soft carpet. What are you going to do to me now? She could feel hands grip her right foot and her right leg was bent at the knees until the heel was felt against the cheek of her bottom. Her dress was hiked up and she was unsurprised when a third chain was wrapped six times around her ankles and thighs before four cinches were applied with a padlock locking the ends in place. It was just a few seconds later when her left leg was treated in the same way and the frog-chained captive was placed on her knees with the prisoner whimpering in her helplessness.

The assistant who had asked her to come to the office picked up a phone and walked around the bound woman while pointing the side with the lens at the captive who started to struggle. Are you filming me while I am bound and gagged? For what purpose, your own gratification? Petra’s question was answered in a short while as the kidnapper pressed a few buttons on her phone and after a wait of approximately one minute, there was a beeping sound.

“The boss has asked us to make a few changes before she arrives so that the slave may be made more presentable.”

At the mentioning of the word slave, Petra’s struggles began in earnest as she realised the full state of the predicament that she found herself in, but she knew from experience that there was no chance of getting free. This is wrong! When I was kidnapped by Diana and Kendra, it was partially my fault for mentioning my fantasy, but there is no justification for this! Her struggles became frantic as the woman walked over to the desk and picked up a pair of scissors while the second unbuttoned the halter of her dress before pulling the zip at the back all of the way to the bottom. Once the dress was undone, it was pulled away from the body of the restrained woman which left her wearing just a thong and a few snips from the scissors left her naked.

The appearance of another chain along with two padlocks which were held by the second assistant caused Petra to beg for mercy, as she had already guessed where this was going. One end was wound around her waist and padlocked into place, with the other end taken between the legs so that it pressed against her lips of lust and the links was pulled tight between her cheeks before the chain was looped over the waist loop so it could be padlocked at her wrists. Once this was done, every little movement by the helpless lady caused the chain to rub against her most intimate area and it had begun to warm the embers of desire within her. No, please no! There was a cry as the prisoner’s body was held by the second assistant, while the first approached her with a pair of thumbscrew clamps which were connected by a chain. Any struggles by Petra proved to be futile as both of her nipples were clamped and she was a little thankful that the screws were only tightened to the point where her nipples stung a little.

“We just have to prepare one last item and we can then take the rest of the day off.” It took a few seconds for the first assistant to go to the desk in order to retrieve a sleep mask, which was slid over the eyes of the captive and the woman shook her head as her sight was stolen from her. “Goodbye slave, I hope that you provide good service towards your new owner.”

Petra heard the sound of the door opening and closing which meant that she was all alone, enslaved in bondage and at the complete mercy of the woman who was her boss. I’m supposed to work for you, not become your property to do with as you wish! Seeing as the helpless lady had nothing else to do, she started to struggle against her bonds, but this caused the chain to caress her flower of desire while the chain tugged at her clamps. It was less than five minutes before the slave was so aroused by the effect of the restraints on her body that she was struggling just for the sake of receiving further pleasure and the woman had become so preoccupied that she failed to hear the sound of the door opening and closing over her own moaning...

Ouch! A pain shot through both of the captive’s nipples as they were pulled up as far as possible and a moment of anger at being treated like this was changed to fear as she realised that someone was in the room with her who could do whatever they wanted. Please don’t hurt me, please! After a few seconds, the chain fell back against her chest, with the pain in her breasts diminishing to a minor ache and as she listened there was the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor to in front of her. What are you going to do to me now?

A touch of hands on either side of her head was followed by the removal of the sleep mask and after a few seconds of blinking, her eyes adjusted to the point when she could see the person in front of her. You are even more beautiful than they said. The woman who had become Petra’s captor was beautiful with wonderful curves on her body, she had long curly blonde hair and green eyes that you could lose yourself in if you stared too long. She was standing with her black gloved hands on her hips, with her legs apart and she looked so dominating in her black patent calf length boots, black leather knee length skirt and white collar high long sleeve white blouse.

If you had asked me to be your slave, I would have volunteered without any hesitation.When the new woman took a small step back, Petra noticed the plain wooden chair behind her and the lady sat down before pulling down the zips on the inside of her boots. Once the boots were pulled off the feet in a way that almost seemed to be seductive, they were placed to the left side of the chair and the lady moved forward a little before placing her right leg over her left knee so that her foot was in front of the face of the captive. Are you telling me to kiss and lick your foot? Surely you can’t want me to do that this soon. Ouch, no no no no no! As Petra looked up into the face of the wonderful lady for confirmation, she failed to notice the movement of the right foot as the big toe hooked itself around the nipple chain and the slave begged for mercy as her nipples were tormented with the chain being pulled tight.

Please stop, please stop! After about five seconds of begging and pleading from the suffering lady, the chain was released  and the foot was place back in front of the slave who took the big toe into her mouth, kissing it as best she could with her gagged mouth. When she looked up again while continuing to kiss the other toes, she could see the look of pleasure on the face of the lady who controlled her, but there was no noise which seemed to be unusual. Don’t you speak? Can’t you speak? Even if you don’t, I should do more than just kiss your feet if I don’t want you to torment me again. Petra extended her tongue out from between her gag and after a moment’s hesitation, she glided the tip over the small toe before plunging it into the gap that was between this toe and the next.  Once she had spent a minute doing this, she moved to the next toe and spent a similar amount of time on that before moving along until she was kissing and licking the big toe again.

There was a broad smile on the face of the lady as she withdrew her right foot and crossed her legs in the other direction so that the left foot ended up within reach of the mouth of the bound captive. Again, Petra started to kiss the toes, starting with the big one and working her way down to the smallest, moving back up over time as she licked and kissed all of the toes. There was another exchange of feet by the lady and the restrained woman continued with serving her captor, with the feet being swapped over from time to time.

Please, I hope that you aren’t angry with me, I did what I thought you wanted. When the woman put both feet on the floor before standing up, Petra was worried that she had done something to displease her captor and this feeling was amplified when her body was held and she was made to lie on her front on the floor. At least the clamps are only making my situation a little uncomfortable, but I feel so exposed with my bottom available for whatever you have planned for me.Knowing that attempting to put up any kind of resistance would only make the situation worse for her, Petra remained motionless as the woman straddled her before kneeling so that she was facing the feet of the prisoner.

This is it; you are going to spank me! Oh, I didn’t expect that to happen, it is so lovely. Instead of the expected spanking, Petra was surprised when her right foot was kissed time after time by the lady, who after a minute diverted her attention to the left foot. I must admit, this is such a surprise as I thought that you were going to punish me. Is this some kind of reward for me pleasuring you? Ooooo. Petra couldn’t help but moan with pleasure though her gag as her right big toe was licked for a minute, before her mistress took it into her mouth and started sucking on it. After several minutes, each toe on her right foot was treated in this way and once all five toes had been worshipped, it was the turn of her left foot to receive this very erotic attention.

By this time, the embers of lust between her legs had burst into flame and this was made stronger as she felt gloved fingers caress her intimacy while the loving of her feet continued. I have missed this so much since that weekend with Diana and Kendra and I don’t want to be set free. You have captured my mind as well as my body today and I am yours to do with as you please.

What came next was a complete surprise as the lady said “It is clear that you are enjoying this. Do you want to remain as my slave?”

There was a nod from the captive as she luxuriated in her bondage on the floor and it took a few seconds for her to recognise the voice, the soft voice that she had heard before. This is lovely, Goddess and I am your slave for as long as you want. GODDESS? A cry of surprise replaced the moaning of the woman as realised who he captive was and she started to struggle on the floor, even though Goddess was kneeling on top of her.

“Yes Petra, It’s me. When I found out where you worked after that Friday afternoon when I visited you, I was determined to work at your business. I also spent time learning about how to be a dominant, so that I can be your Goddess from now on. Do you like that?”

Goddess, you not only have my body and mind but my heart as well. Wait, is that Diana’s voice? Oh no!

I an instant, Petra felt nuzzling against her neck which coincided with rubbing against her breasts and it was as if someone was rubbing their body against hers. Tug after tug occurred at her crotch, as if something was pulling at her crotch chain and there was a load moaning sound in her left ear that she recognised and being that of Diana’s. Once the captive realised what was happening, the dream slipped away which caused her heart to ache and she was writhing in a state of high arousal with Diana doing the same above her.

NO!

(To Be Continued)

Cecilia Medina - The Mishandled Mistress Part 36

After a few seconds, the Mistress turned around before heading towards an ornate chest which had four drawers and Cecyme noticed that each drawer had a label with a particular name on it. At the top is Isabella, then Megumi, Selma and Collette. The bottom one doesn’t appear to have a title yet, but my guess is that will have my name placed on it after the weekend. When the handles of Collette’s drawer was pulled by the Mistress so that it was removed from the chest, the prisoner was surprised to discover that it was actually a solid case with a hinged lid. This must be used to store something very special, which has been made for a specific person. Tailor made, for want of a better term. Once the case was placed on a small low table, Isabella removed what appeared to be three inch tall chrome manacles, along with two small padlocks. However, instead of there being two hinged manacles with a short chain connecting them, all four parts were connected by a single hinge with a stout pin running through them.

“Now for the first part of your restraint.” As the Mistress spoke, she took one part of the manacles which were closed around Collette’s left arm, just above the wrist and once the metal was flush against her skin, the U of the padlock was fed through two eyelets before it was locked into place. It just took a few seconds for the right arm to be secured in the same manner and as Collette tugged against her bonds, she let out an involuntary yelp as the metal edges pressed deeper into her flesh.

These must be made to precise measurements, so that it won’t hurt you so long as you don’t struggle. However, if you try to escape, all you will do is end up torturing yourself. With these manacles being attached together in this way with a single hinge, the arms are forced to be very close together. Another manacle set was removed, which were about the same height but had a diameter that was a little wider and these went around the arms of the maid, just below the elbows. Once they were locked into place, the discomfort of being restricted in this way showed on the face of the woman who was being restrained, but there was also the suggestion that there was a lot more to come.

“Open your mouth as wide as possible and turn your face towards our helpless slave.”

Collette wasted no time in following the instructions of the lady in charge and it was clear to the hogtied woman that the maid was forcing her mouth to be this wide. Another three padlocks were picked up, along with what appeared to be another ring harness gag, but as the ring part was forced into the mouth of the new captive, Cecyme noticed that it wasn’t circular. The appearance is more of a square shape than anything else and the horizontal parts look as though they have been moulded to fit over the teeth of a person. This is why you have separate drawers, as these items could prove to be harmful if they were used on the wrong person. Once the gag was in place, two small leather straps were taken under the chin, where they were secured with one of the padlocks, the main horizontal straps were taken around to the back of her neck where they were attached together in the same way and the inverse-Y strap was placed over her head before it was padlocked to the two main straps. That is not going to be dislodged without you unlocking it, but for some reason, Collette appears to be a little relieved.

A third set of chrome manacles were taken out of the case which were secured around the legs of the helpless maid just above the ankles, with a fourth being placed just below her knees. With those attached, I doubt that you would be able to jump around and your movement would be limited to the smallest of steps.

“Did you really think that I had forgotten about the second part of your gag, Collette?” It was only an instant after the maid heard these words that the look of relief on her face turned to one of sheer horror and she started to shake her head as she begged and pleaded through her ring gag. “I do think that your behaviour warrants the use of the second gag, even though I have only used this on you once before, after one of your sessions. I locked your legs together first, because I had to chase you around the room several times before I forced the extra gag on you, so this time all you can do is stand in place.”

It was incredible to watch Collette struggle on the spot against her bonds, even though the effort was futile and all it did was make her suffer even more in her restraints. You must really hate that extra gag if it is making you behave like this. Cecyme found herself to be shocked just a moment later when the Mistress reached into the case so that she could retrieve the extra gag and it was not a surprise that the maid was trembling. It’s a penis gag and it’s not a small one like the ones that used to be shown on websites. The thing is massive and it looks as if it will choke the person who it is used on!

“You know the rules, Collette. When you agreed to this, you accepted that I could apply punishments in any way that I see fit.” By now, Collette was screaming as the Mistress put her left arm around the neck and head of the captive so that it could be held in place, while the woman held the right hand in a position where it could force in the large gag. There was a little movement as the prisoner managed to turn her head a little to the right and Cecyme could see the look in the eyes of the maid as the tip of the phallus entered into her mouth.

It appeared to Cecyme as if the angle of the gag had altered by a small amount as the shaft went further into the mouth of the maid and it was twisted to the left and right as the Mistress pushed the item in. After the fake penis had gone in so far, the screaming stopped as the eyes of the red head went wide and it seemed as though her chest was heaving, as if she was trying to take a deep breath. OMG! That gag is so big that it has sealed your mouth and it’s preventing you from being able to breathe. I hope that this isn’t a permanent situation or you could end up choking to death. It was while the maid was shocked by this turn of events that Mistress Isabella pushed the gag in the rest of the way, before taking the two straps around to the back of the maid’s neck and using the buckle to attach the gag in place.

There was a pause of a few seconds before there was an unusual whining noise coming from the captive and Cecyme thought that Collette was able to breathe through her mouth, until she saw the perceptible flaring of the maid’s nostrils. It has filled your mouth up so much that you are having to breathe through your nose and giving your present level of excitement, your lungs are working as hard as possible. As the bound woman on the bed looked at the face of the shackled lady, it became obvious that there was a change in her emotional state, almost as if she had changed from being scared to one of submission. That’s why Mistress Isabella did this to you, by treating you in this way you have been forced to experience an act of extreme helplessness.

“It’s not just Collette who is showing how she feels, my sweet slave Cecyme and it is clear that you now understand what is going on. Given what she did to you this afternoon, it is necessary that the maid is treated in this manner so that she can feel truly submissive again. Just so that I can put your mind to rest, all of us from time to time need this level of control and I was the first to be treated like this at the hands of Lady Alicia. There will be times when Collette will struggle again, but this is to be expected.” What Cecyme thought was a large chrome manacle with a hinge and two eyelets was lifted up from the case, but it was shown to be some kind of collar when the Mistress fastened it into place around the neck of the maid, using another padlock on the eyelet at the front and the maid’s face was forced up at an angle. “This is a posture collar and it is used to keep the head immobilised, so that the helpless prisoner has no choice but to maintain this forced posture.”

Next, a long metal bar with eyelets at each end and two screw in clamps along the length was picked up and it was placed beneath the arms of the maid with one eyelet positioned so that it was by the side of the eyelet on the collar at the back of Collette’s neck. This time, a large nut and bolt was used to connect the rod to the collar and the bed-bound lady noticed that the two clamps were at the position of the manacles that bound the maid’s arms together. Each clamp was taken in turn over the manacles and a wing screw was turned so that the clamps would hold the restraints in place which meant that even the slightest of struggles would be almost impossible.

This makes anything I have been through yet look like child’s play, but Collette does appear to be coping well with her predicament.

“Now it’s time to provide you with a little entertainment. Bend over, slave.” Collette bent over as best she could, as what looked like another large penis was taken out of the case and the Mistress took a jar with a brush connected to the lid from the side. The jar was opened before some type of gel was spread over the device and this suggested to Cecyme that the item was some kind of vibrator that was being lubricated prior to insertion. After the lid was put back in the jar, the panties of the maid was pulled down and there was a nasal squeal as the end of the vibrator was inserted between the prisoner’s lips of lust. It took just a few seconds for the device to be pushed in with the maid emitting a moan through her nose, but the hogtied lady was puzzled as to why the panties hadn’t been pulled back up.

OMG, that’s even bigger than the first one! Where on earth is that going to go? Oh no! Although the shocked Cecyme realised what was going to happen with the second vibrator that Isabella was lubricating, Collette had closed her eyes and was humming a little so that she had no idea what was going to happen to her. When she did take a look, she screamed through her nose but it was far too late as the Mistress had finished with the lubrication and she held the item with her right hand, while her left gripped the end of the bar.

“The leverage from this bar on your body is enough to force you to remain bent over and there is nothing you can do to stop me from applying this to you.” All the helpless maid could do was shiver as the tip of the second device was pressed against the star that was between the cheeks of her bottom and she gave out another muted scream as her bottom was penetrated inch by inch. Once the item was inside the captive, however, the maid was allowed to stand straight so that her panties could be pulled back up and a chain along with two padlocks was taken out of the case. “This is to keep the bar in place. I do have other items, but given the present bondage, I will use the chain.” One end of the chain was padlocked to the bottom eyelet of the bar, while the other end of the chain was taken between Collette’s legs and up to her collar where it was padlocked to the front eyelet. “There you are, all secure. Now sit on the bed next to Cecyme.”

For the first time, Cecyme realised just how effective the restraints binding the legs of the captive were, as the maid was only able to take the shortest of steps as she moved towards the bed and even turning on the spot wasn’t easy. Once the bed was behind the restrained maid, she fell rather than sat down and there was another yelp from her which indicated that her posterior had been penetrated a little more by the vibrator. “Now it’s time to provide you with the reward that you deserve.”

A remote control was picked up from the case which was closed by the Mistress and once two buttons had been pressed, there were soft buzzing sounds coming from the body of the bound Collette. After a few seconds had passed, there was a moan coming out of the nose of the prisoner as her legs moved as best they could against the limitations imposed by her bonds. Apart from this the only other visible sign was the clenching and unclenching of her fists, as the restraints on her upper body were so strict that they prevented any further movement.

As Cecyme looked on, it was clear that the maid was becoming more aroused with each passing second and the kidnapped mistress of the mansion started to wonder how it would feel if she was placed in the same situation. I know that is stricter than anything I have been placed into, but seeing as you are affected in this way after what has been done to you, I would like to experience being treated like this. Soon, the maid started to lean forward and back in a rhythm which indicated that she was attempting to amplify the effects of the two devices buzzing inside her and Cecyme began to fantasise about herself being placed in the same kind of bondage. Is it possible that I could be restrained in something similar, although not quite so harsh, so that I can build up to that level of severity?

Are you to coming now? A loud whine and a movement on the bed shook Cecyme out of her fantasy and Collette with closed eyes pushed herself up with her legs only to cry out as she landed on her bottom again. You must be getting close to achieving your peak now as you are trying to tip yourself over the edge. With every passing moment, the maid was becoming more active in trying to make herself orgasm and with the increasing volume of her moans, it was clear that this time of bliss would soon be upon her.

It was at this point that Mistress Isabella changed the mood of the helpless woman as she said “By the way my helpless whore, the vibrators are on setting number three.” This brought an immediate response from the maid in bondage as she became rigid and she did her best to plead and beg which just resulted in more whining sounds. However, her eyes made it clear to Cecyme that even though the hogtied woman didn’t know what setting number three was, it had to be something that she wouldn’t want to experience. “That is it, I love it when a captive is desperate to achieve orgasm and when they are close, they pray that it doesn’t actually happen.”

Even though you aren’t trying to do anything now, the changing look on your space shows that your orgasm is getting closer and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Collette’s gaze darted around the room as her eyes jerked in their sockets, almost as if she was hoping that something would take her mind off what was going to happen to her. This was all to no avail as there was a long but muted scream of bliss from the helpless maid as her body trembled, but this was punctuated by cries that could only be of pain and the prisoner slumped onto her left side while this was happening. What kind of orgasm was that?

Isabella walked over to telephone and pressed the public announcement button before saying “Megumi and Selma, you can take Collette to the orchard now. By the way, she is on setting three.” When the call was finished, the Mistress turned to Cecyme and said “Level three takes you to orgasm, but once you achieve it, there are a series of small electric shocks that continue until the orgasm is over. Once people know that this is the setting, it is amazing just how much they will try to fight the inevitable, even as their own body betrays them.”

A knock on the door occurred after a few minutes had passed and once the two other maids entered, they helped the tormented Collette to her feet before Isabella handed the remote to Megumi. “Remember maids, if the slave offers any resistance, do not forget to press the red button.”

After the two other maids had left with Collette who was almost dragged out of the room, Mistress Isabella sat on the side of the bed and stroked the hair of the helpless prisoner. “I saw it in your eyes as you looked at Collette’s predicament and there was curiosity that was mixed with desire, along with a little fear. I take it that you would like to try something similar, although not as harsh and with an ending that is less severe. Am I right?”

(To Be Continued)