Mistress Alexis cut an intimidating figure. Tall, imposing, she was dressed in a zippered, sleeveless black leather dress. Her arms were clad in long black leather opera gloves and thigh high black leather boots with an impressive heel completed her look. Carrying a duffle bag full of her tools of the trade, she rang the doorbell of a very normal looking house in the neighbourhood. Normal that is, unless you counted a dominatrix on the front door tapping her foot impatiently.
It was an unusual house call. The request from the client was a roleplay of him as a burglar, who is then found by the lady of the house and tied up. The lady is a dominatrix and then spends some time making him her slave in her dungeon. The client had originally requested that the roleplay be at her house, but it went against Alexis’s policy when dealing with her work so it was switched to the client’s home. The door soon opened, revealing a middle aged man dressed in black jeans, boots and a black sweater. “Adam West?” She asked.
He nodded. “That’s me, come in Mistress.”
He stepped aside, allowing her to enter the house. “I’ve set things up in the front room, first door on the left.”
She strode past him, her heels clicking on the tiles as she entered the room she was directed to. The room had a couch in the center, facing a widescreen TV on the wall. A coffee table was in between and another table behind the couch, presumably where she was going to set up her equipment. “Nice place.” She commented as she walked into the room, placing her bag onto the table.
She unzipped the bag, revealing all sorts of leather and metal restraints. “Payment?”
An envelope was placed on the table beside her and she opened it to see a stack of bills inside. “Excellent. Now you understand everything that was in the contract that you signed, I can do what I want with you and punish you as I see fit based on the limits that you submitted. Correct?”
His face betrayed no emotion, which unsettled her slightly. “Yes Mistress Alexis.”
“Good. Let’s get started then, no time to waste.”
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Alexis entered the room slowly, the pistol in her hand as she spotted a man dressed in black crouched in the corner of the room where her safe was. “Ahem.” She interrupted, planting a fist on her hip, the other holding the gun unwavering at the intruder. “I wasn’t aware Santa visited during the summer.” She smirked.
The man whirled, his hand going behind him but freezing once he saw the woman holding a gun steadily at him. “Ah ah ah.” She said. “Hands where I can see them sport.”
He raised his hands and slowly got to his feet. “Turn around and place your hands behind you.” She commanded, getting into the act. “I will show you what I do to foolish men who think they can break in here.”
She turned around, setting the gun down so she could pull a pair of handcuffs out of her bag when suddenly she was grabbed from behind. One meaty hand crushed her mouth while the other arm wrapped around her slim waist, crushing her arms against her body. Her eyes went wide and she screamed in outrage into the handgag as she was lifted off of her feet and thrown against the back of the couch.
The impact of the edge of the couch in her stomach drove the breath from her body and as she knelt on the ground doubled over and coughing, she failed to notice the man grab something out of her bag before he walked over to her. Still struggling to regain her breath and push herself up, Alexis was completely unprepared for him to grab a handful of her hair and yank back. Her startled yelp was cut off as the rubber ball of her leather panelgag was forced into her mouth. Using his palm to press down on the panel, she gurgled as the ball filled her mouth and the panel crushed her lips against her teeth. She froze for a moment in surprise, giving him the opportunity to roughly shove her onto the floor, crushing her breasts. She squealed in pain as he knelt in the middle of her back, pinning her down. “Sorry mistress.” He said with a mocking emphasis. “It seems like you’ll be the slave today. And tomorrow. And everyday for the rest of your life.”
Keeping her pinned down, the straps for the gag were quickly buckled into place all around her head, securing the gag in her mouth in a vice-like grip of the leather web. Alexis attempted to scream, but having used the gag many times before she knew full well how good they were at stifling sound. She doubted someone at the front door would be able to hear her but it didn’t stop her from trying in anger as she was forced into a helpless position. A click that was barely audible to her ears over her muffled screaming caused her to freeze, feeling ice trickle down her spine as she realized her gag was now padlocked on.
Alexis tried to take some slow breaths through her nose to press down the panic that was building inside of her, but out of the corner of her eye she saw him grab her duffle bag off the table and drag it to the ground beside him. “Let’s take a look into your bag of toys hm? I’m sure there’s some wonderful things in here I can use on you.”
She knew exactly what was in that bag, and she was very worried about what he was going to pull out. To start, he captured her flailing arms and pinned them together behind her back. Pinning her wrists together with one hand, a leather strap was found and buckled snuggly around her wrists. Another strap soon followed at her elbows, forcing her shoulders back and causing a shriek of pain as her elbows were pulled far closer to each other than her body was used to. Her legs kicked out, trying to make contact with her heels but the few hits she got in were completely ineffective as Jeff turned his attention back towards the bag of toys. Alexis panicked, her eyes darting side to side and her gloved fingers flailed around as her arms were turned into a single useless limb.
Leather straps were strict enough bonds, but Jeff wasn’t satisfied with just strict. He wanted inescapable. Digging through the bag of bondage equipment, he found exactly what he was looking for. The clank of many buckles caused her to turn her head as he dangled her leather armbinder in front of her. Alexis felt another jolt of fear as he drew the armbinder up her already bound arms. She knew that once laced and strapped into a fitting armbinder, there was absolutely no escape and she attempted one last desperate struggle, bucking and squirming around. Despite his shorter size, Jeff was easily able to keep her bound form in place as he fed straps around her shoulders and under her armpits to keep the armbinder from sliding down. With the armbinder in place, he began lacing it up her arms, whistling as if it was the most normal thing in the world that he had a bound and gagged dominatrix on his living room floor. The laces were pulled tight, ensuring that her elbows remained locked together and additional straps at the wrist and elbows further crushed her arms and isolating her wrists at the bottom of the leather bag.
Clicking the last padlock closed, He sat back and took in the sight of her long blonde hair spilling around the black leather of the armbinder. He felt behind him for her pert butt and squeezed, causing Alexis to scream into her gag.He bent over and whispered into her ear. “This is just a sample of how the rest of your life is going to go.” He cackled. “Better get used to it.”
Next he turned his attention to her long booted legs. Admiring them, he withdrew several leather belts from the bag and set aside a few other items for later. Snagging her kicking feet, he wrapped a belt twice around her boots before buckling it and followed up with more straps at her knees and thighs. The black leather of the straps matched her boots and he tightened them enough to dig into her flesh, eliciting whimpers of pain from his captive. Once her legs were welded into a single limb, he folded them back, pushing her heels against her butt and used a carabiner clip to connect the ankle straps to a convenient D ring at the base of the armbinder, trapping her in a tight hogtie. She groaned uncomfortably, feeling her legs already cramping up from the tight, unforgiving bondage. She could barely do much other than twitch and rock side to side, the leather creaking and squeaking as her boots rubbed against each other.
The final item applied to the former dominatrix was a leather blindfold, with a triangle hole for her nose, he unlocked and unbuckled the top straps of her gag, allowing the blindfold to be applied and then held in place with the gag harness strap. The blindfold completely took away her vision as she sobbed, a helpless leather package. Jeff stood to admire his prize, grinning from ear to ear as she squirmed, muffled whimpers emerging from behind her gag. Using his boot, he nudged her onto her side before bending down and slowly unzipping the front of her leather dress. Alexis freaked when she realized what was happening, but bound and gagged she could not prevent him from unzipping her dress down to her navel and exposing her relatively large breasts. “Wow.” Jeff admired them as he took one in each hand and squeezed. “Some puppies you’ve got here, and I know just what to do with them.”
Again, his hand entered her bag of toys and emerged with a pair of nipple clamps. Hearing the clinking, Alexis had an idea of what had just been withdrawn but now that her vision was taken away, she had no idea what was happening until her nipple erupted in pain. She screamed into her gag, and writhed as the metal teeth bit into the sensitive flesh, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself down. She had just caught her breath when the second clamp was clipped on, eliciting a new wave of pain and hurt.
Adam stood, letting the sobbing package moan at his feet as he admired his work. The once proud dominatrix, reduced to a helpless, whimpering slave courtesy of her own gear and carelessness. He had to admit, he very much enjoyed capturing these types of girls, luring them in and allowing them to think they have all the power and that no one would dare stand up to them, only for them to realize it was the last time they would ever underestimate their client. He grinned before he pulled out his phone and punched in a number. “Hey Jim! You got room for one more tonight? I’ve got a domme here who wants to experience the other side of the leash.”
He snickered as Alexis twitched and moaned in protest, but with her arms secured in the armbinder there was no hope for her to escape. “An hour? Great, see you then.”
Adam clicked off before he knelt down beside the former mistress. “Well, I’ve got one hour with you slut.” He said as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed, causing a muffled cry of outrage. “I’m sure there are plenty of things we can do to pass the time with a hot package like you.”