PROLOGUE
“Oh come on Amy, work with me here. I cannot put you on display for the private
grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!”
Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to herself
as she worked the laces of the heavily boned, white kid leather, bondage corset. Since it
was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly
fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation.
Amy, on the other hand, was hanging by her wrist cuffs from a ceiling pulley and
just trying to get enough air in her lungs through her nostrils to stop from passing out.
She only had the use of her nose because her mouth was just about completely blocked with
a large white rubber ball gag. Tatianna liked to talk but was not the least bit
interested in getting any answers from her gasping plaything.
The Domme took a break from working on the corset laces with the thick handled lace
hook to study her progress. The simple tool gave her a much more effective way to work up
and down on the laces than using her fingers and, more importantly, didn’t put her
gleaming crimson fingernails at risk.
Guessing that she was close to her goal she used a tape measure on the suspended
girl and found there was over another half inch to go until she could tie off the laces.
It took another ten minutes to do that and then she lowered Amy just enough for her toes
to touch the floor and take some of her weight.
Tati left her submissive to recover while she got her coat, locked up and headed
for the airport to collect Anne. Her lover, colleague and fellow leather Domme was coming
to stay for a few days to help Tati open her new retail store that offered top of the line
leather fashions to the general public. Additionally it had a ‘by invitation only’ back
area catering to the fetish BDSM scene and a very discrete dungeon downstairs that was
currently occupied by Amy. They had picked the name for the place weeks ago – Tatianna’s
Treasures!
CHAPTER ONE – PREPARATIONS!
When Tatianna, she had a complete set of valid identification in this name so she
decided to keep it, had arrived home after the sixteen hour drive from the mid-west the
first thing she needed to attend to was getting some fluid and food into the leather bound
ball behind the passenger seat. (See Tatianna’s Task for the full story.)
A small tube through Amy’s gag had allowed her to occasionally pump a few sips of
water into the helpless girl during the trip but now she needed much more attention.
The maid service company had turned on all the systems for the house and even
stocked the kitchen with some basic supplies before they left. Using the four wheeled
cart she moved Amy into the playroom and undid all the straps holding her in the ball
shaped travelling position.
Tatianna swore she heard a faint groan from the packed, leather strapped, mouth as
Amy’s body slowly unravelled and her muscles got their first opportunity in many hours to
stretch. As her limbs left the cramped, ball shaped, position they had been held in for
too many hours the still stringently bound form straightened out on the carpet.
Working quickly and efficiently for the next hour or so Tati had her unwilling
companion stripped, in and out of the bathroom, fed and securely bound to a bed in the
soundproof dungeon. Then she was free to look after herself.
Still wound up after the long drive and the successful, very rewarding, completion
of her last project Tatianna sipped a glass of wine with her own meal. Falling back on
her training as an industrial espionage agent she found a pad and pencil to start a
checklist of the things that needed to be done before she could achieve her goal of
opening a business with a set up similar to Anne’s.
The list was long and was not going to be that easy to complete. She would first
have to investigate the fetish and BDSM scene in this city and make sure it was strong and
active enough to support her project.
Then there was finding a suitable building in the right location, building permits
- the list went on and on.
Anne had agreed to provide the contacts to stock the retail side of the leather and
fetish store so that was not a problem but finding a trustworthy contractor to build the
dungeon could be a major hassle! She would need a real estate agent who was ‘in the
know’; then there would be staff to hire for the store. The adrenaline had worn off; she
was tired.
As she headed up to get some sleep Tatianna knew the answers to the main problems
had to be found in the local underground scene.
Amy had a very easy time over the next two or three weeks while Tatianna was
extremely busy trying to get things off the ground. True, when the Domme came home,
sometimes very late or even early in the morning, she took her frustrations out on the
submissive using whatever equipment was handy in the dungeon.
The rest of the time Amy spent with her hands and arms in a single arm binder glove
and a manacle around her ankle with a chain just long enough to allow movement between the
bed and the bathroom. Tati usually added a ring gag just for the hell of it!
After spending a lot of time on the Internet Tati got a lead through a local chat
group to a munch being held in a couple of days. Since it was being held at a vanilla
location no fetish clothing was allowed. She got around that by wearing a tight, knee
length, dark brown tweed skirt and a long sleeved white turtleneck sweater that left
nothing to the imagination.
A wide, lighter brown, leather belt cinched tightly around her waist and matching
knee boots with a publicly acceptable three-inch heel completed the look she wanted. Her
long dark hair hung loose over the collar of her belted leather coat.
She wore her make up just a little subdued but the way she looked and carried
herself screamed Domme to anyone with the slightest knowledge of the scene.
It didn’t take Tatianna long to realise that most of those attending the meeting
were either complete amateurs, arrogant know it alls who really knew nothing or those who
were very, very new to the world of BDSM. They sat around tables or gathered in small
groups with a drink in their hand; all conversation stopped when one of the venue staff
was within earshot.
Tati would have found the whole thing almost amusing except it wasn’t helping her
in any way. Then she mentally kicked herself when she realised that, if there is fresh
meat on the plain, or little fish in the sea, the hyenas and barracuda can usually be
found circling. Immediately she changed the way she studied the crowd and soon had
spotted two or three people who, like herself, were paying very close interest in the
other attendees.
The way she was dressed, and the fact that she was an extremely attractive female,
now came to her assistance as she moved in on one of the two men she judged to be more
than they seemed.
“Any of them worth following up with do you think?” She came straight to the
point.
The man, who she guessed was in his early forties, was fairly good looking and
carried himself well. Not that, as she was a confirmed lesbian, he interested Tatianna.
He looked her up and down then straight in the eye. Recognising the strength emanating
from the lovely lady who had approached him, as coming from one of their own, he replied
honestly.
“One or two might be trained if they only knew it was what they really wanted but
fear of going any further is stopping most of them from reaching their dreams.”
“I agree and I’m bored. I’m new to the scene in this city and could use an
introduction to those at the same level I work at myself. How about we find a place to
have a decent drink and a long conversation while you can decide if you trust me enough to
sponsor me? I am Mistress Tatianna!”
“Master Robert, and it will be my pleasure; I know just the place. Shall we get
our coats?”
As it turned out Robert was a Master at loose ends for the moment while he was
looking for a new submissive. He and Tatianna were easily on the same wavelength and he
agreed, after making a phone call, to escort her to a private party coming up in a couple
of days.
Tatianna was so pleased with the way things had turned out she decided to have a
long overdue session with Amy to celebrate. On the way home she thought about all of the
equipment and toys in her dungeon and which of them might be fun to introduce to her
little blonde slave. Fun for her that is, how much fun Amy would have was not really a
consideration.
As she pulled in to the garage she remembered a new toy she picked up just before
her last contract started and had not even unwrapped yet; a huge smile lit her face – oh
yeah, that was just what the occasion called for.
Amy was definitely not having any fun. Since Tatianna had taken over her life, she
had proved to Amy that she had not just a submissive personality but was also a latent
masochist. The Domme could work her body and her feelings by applying various levels of
pleasure or pain that culminated in massive orgasms and satisfaction. But, when she was
in one of her more sadistic moods, she could also apply the same levels of pain without
the pleasure and the only one to benefit was Tati.
These sessions left Amy’s emotions churning and building to a point of frustration
that was worse than any pain; she ended up longing for relief that only her tormentor
could provide. Tatianna could read Amy like a book and, sometimes for days, would let her
stew in bondage that prevented the submissive from helping herself.
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