“Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.”
I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and
struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were
crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above
the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective.
As she shook her head to try and clear the last cobwebs I gripped her chin with my
right hand, loosened the scarf cleaved between her lips, then used my left to pull the wad
of sponge out of her mouth. Holding a bottle of water to her lips she drank automatically
and when she finished I set the empty down on a side table and immediately slapped her
across the face. That shocked her just long enough for me to jam the sponge back between
her teeth and cover her lips with a piece of tape.
“There now, you’ve had a drink and I don’t have to listen to the Who, Where, What
and Why screaming bit.”
Jessica was fully awake now. The long blonde hair framed her face falling to rest
on the fur collar that trimmed the neckline and lapels of the hip length leather coat she
wore. It was tightly belted around her narrow waist. A snug tweed skirt ended just above
her knees as she sat staring at me.
I suppose it was a bit strange. The last thing she would remember is getting home
and closing the door on a date that hadn’t worked out as planned. Then she wakes up in a
strange place, bound, gagged and looking at a thirty something woman nearly six feet tall
in thigh length leather boots with pencil thin 5” heels. The rest of the figure was
covered from wrists to neck in a skintight black leather cat suit while the face was
dominated by a pair of the coldest blue eyes she had ever seen.
Moving in to sit on the other cushion beside her I again took her chin in my hand
and held it so she faced me.
“Let’s start with the WHO. I am a professional leather Domme. You don’t need to
know my name because anytime that lying little mouth of yours is not full with a gag and I
give you permission to speak, you will address me as Mistress.”
“WHERE - gets the same answer, you don’t need to know. Suffice to say you are in
my workplace where I have everything needed to complete your training. Yes, you heard
correctly, training,” I said as her eyes went wide.
“WHAT - is a bit more interesting; this is payback time and you, my dear Jessica,
are the one who will be paying back, big time! Too understand completely you also need to
know WHY.”
“For most people one marriage lasts a lifetime based on mutual love and trust. For
others they don’t always work out. In your case there are three marriages and you are not
yet thirty. It seems your current husband got a little suspicious some time ago and has
been in contact with, not only your first two, but also a few boyfriends you’ve been
seeing on the side. Or should that be on your back?”
Sponge filled or not, Jessica managed to get some fairly loud, if muffled, noises
out of her mouth while shaking her head in denial.
“What are you saying no too? I haven’t yet told you what they found. Still, I
guess, a guilty conscience is very close to the surface and you must have a very, very
guilty conscience!”
“You seem to have started in your late teens telling the current boy friend how
much you loved them, taking anything they could give you and all the time you were lining
up the next guy. Husband number one Paul, is still working two jobs to pay off the bills
you left as he tried to prove his love by giving you anything you asked for. Number two,
Harry, is now living in luxury and laughing all the way to the bank. You see he was
almost bankrupt just trying to make ends meet after you cleaned him out when he won the
lottery. That solved his money problems but he is still very, very bitter.”
“Number three, John, saw the writing on the wall and decided it was time someone
else got properly screwed – you!” The three of them, along with a few boyfriends who
popped up, contacted me. I lowered my regular fee for them because, when I’m finished
with you, I have a client who will pay a great deal for a new, beautiful and unwilling
slave.
Incidentally, the boyfriends included Fred, your date tonight. In fact it was he
and John who set you up and delivered you to me.”
“Fred didn’t really get sick so he couldn’t come in to enjoy your favours and John
was not really out of town on business this weekend. Your last drink was nicely timed to
kick in as you got home and then they helped me bundle you up.”
“Predators like you don’t have many friends but, if anyone does ask, you are on the
west coast setting up a new office for John’s real estate business.”
Jessica’s eyes were wide and her head still shaking as I reached out and fingered
her ear lobe. “You must be the only girl on the planet who still uses clip on earrings.
I understand you consider your beautiful body a shrine and don’t believe in punching holes
in it; I’ll be changing that. You certainly opened the doors to the shrine easily enough
if it would get you something you wanted though, didn’t you?”
“They gave me all sorts of notes about you. You like to show off that head of hair
so much that you don’t wear hats or any head covering well, like it or not, that will also
change. Listen carefully while I explain. At the moment you are just tied up. A few
simple cords, a wad of sponge and a strip of tape. In the next few hours I am going to
introduce you to what is called bondage. Very strict bondage and very uncomfortable
bondage, then after leaving you to think about things for a few hours, your training will
really begin.”
“You’re mine now Jessica; I own you and I am going to make you wish you had never
been born. Starting now it is payback time!”
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