Mistress Erica slowly came to, her vision and thoughts swimming as she regained consciousness. She tried to lift up her body and was brought to a screeching halt by something around her chest. Blinking, she realized that she was now seated in a chair in her dungeon, and that she was in very, very big trouble. One of her leather armbinders currently sealed her arms uselessly behind her, with additional leather straps at the wrists and elbows. Her arms were pulled over the back of the chair and a ring on the end of the armbinder was attached to something further down, keeping her locked in place. Slots in the chair allowed for more leather straps  to wind around her chest, waist, and thighs to keep her bound to the chair. Her legs were spread apart, each ankle strapped to a separate chair leg. For additional humiliation, she was now choking on a penis gag similar to the one she had forced into Antonia’s mouth an hour earlier.

A glance to her right told her that her rival dominatrix was no longer cuffed and chained to the St. Andrews cross in her dungeon, and Erica’s mind flashed to the possibility that Antonia had been much smarter than she had been and had prepared someone to guard her in case she had been attacked. Then a groan from her left caused her to turn. Antonia was still very much a prisoner, although in new bondage. She was now wearing a harness made of leather straps, wrapped around her torso in multiple spots so that it framed her breasts and had a crotch strap that pulled up the skirt of her leather dress. A collection of straps bound her limbs at the wrists, elbows, thighs, knees, and ankles. More straps welded her arms against her back, reducing her movement to rolling and squirming like a worm.

She was still gagged, although Erica could not see it anymore since Antonia’s head was now fully wrapped in a thin leather hood that squeezed her head and removed her sight. She whimpered and moaned around the gag, possibly also just coming to and realizing she was still as helpless as she had been in Erica’s hands, now minus the potential pleasure. Footsteps behind her caused Erica to try to turn, moaning through her gag as her body tried to resist the motion before her hair was grabbed and pulled back causing her to yelp.

She stared up into the masked face of a man dressed in black, the only openings in the mask were for his eyes. Erica unleashed some muffled curses but the gag reduced them to very quiet sounds. “Still quite a bit of fire in you.” He said with a trace of an accent. “That will be solved with time. But there are things that can speed it along.”

Erica groaned in relief as she was released, her head falling forward but that relief was short lived when a leather strap flashed out and struck her across her leather clad breasts. Her cry of pain was muffled by the rubber cock in her mouth, which she then bit down into as he began to work all over her body. The leather catsuit she wore provided some protection, but the slaps from the strap stung and she knew her skin was turning red underneath the layer of black leather. She squirmed in her bonds under the blows, her boots squeaking against the ankle straps and her torso straining at the chair straps as she tried to do anything she could to avoid the pain, but her bondage held fast. “Typical.” The man snorted. “A woman so domineering and powerful, yet the instant she is forced into submission you are afraid. Weak. Unable to resist.”

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Maybe this is what you longed for all along.”

Erica screamed into her gag and shook her head in denial, which earned her another slap across her breasts from the damned leather strap. “Glad to see there’s some fight in you. I’d hate to see the famed Mistress Erica reduced to a sobbing mess with one simple strap. I hope you’re like Mistress Antonia, she put up quite a fight when I took her off the cross.”

Antonia screamed in fury at the mention of her name and squirmed against her bonds, but she didn’t get very far before the man put a boot on her butt and pressed her against the ground. “Shutup.” His voice was sharp. “We’ll deal with you later.”

Antonia voiced a protest from the ground but the strap coming down on her firm butt caused her to cry out and arch her back. “I said shutup.” The man turned his attention back to Erica.

“How does it feel, enjoy seeing your rival squirming down there?” He asked.

Erica groaned and nodded her head. “Do you enjoy it when I do this?” He asked before whipping Antonia again with the leather strap.

Erica nodded again. The man stalked over to her and pulled her hair to force her to look into his eyes. “Well I’m sure she would answer the same thing. Just you remember that any pain I get to inflict on her, she is more than willing to return that pain back to you.”

Erica whimpered and nodded the best she could to show her understanding. Satisfied, the man then wrapped the strap around her neck and buckled it like a collar. “Don’t go anywhere.” He laughed before leaving the room.

Erica strained against her bonds but she knew in her heart it was completely hopeless. Antonia had also reached that conclusion it seemed, as her whimpers and moans had quieted down and she did not struggle as much. Soon, the man returned wheeling a dolly with two large cases on it. “Well.” He said as he opened up one of the cases, revealing a collection of leather straps inside to restrain a helpless victim. “Who first?”