Mary giggled at the antics of the rather enjoyable sitcom she had stumbled across on the television. The young brunette was ensconced on a large comfortable couch that the Johnson family had placed in their living room that was positioned to be able to see out the window while also watching the large television set. She munched happily on the remains of the dinner she had ordered for herself and her young charge, James, since packed off to bed. He was a good kid, she reflected, barely any trouble at all. Though getting to be babysat by a cute university aged student who was more than willing to play board games, order pizza, and generally be a cool friend probably helped. Mary giggled at the thought. He certainly hadn't raised a single objection to needing to be babysat, even though he was nearing going off to uni himself.

As she reached down to grab her drink, there was a sudden flicker of the house's lights. Mary blinked and looked over at the lamp, just in time for everything to suddenly flicker again and die. She sighed in the partial darkness, the moonlight from a full moon outside streaming through the windows. Damn and blast. It was just her luck that the power outage had to happen at night rather than tomorrow. If it had been tomorrow she and James could have gone out to do something. As it was...

Mary carefully stood up from the couch. She should probably check in on him before she went to bed. Not much to do now apart from that. She swept her hair back into a rough ponytail, combing a few loose strands out of her eyes, and began to slowly shuffle towards the stairs that led up to the bedrooms. Well, she always had her phone, she supposed. Maybe a little while spent scrolling through the news or her go-to kinky webstories. After all, she had the whole night to herself. She grinned to herself, reaching the stairs. Yes, that would be a good way to end the night.

As she went up the stairs she began to hear some odd noises. At first they seemed to swirl and dance around her, as though coming from all directions within the house. Faint whispers, the creak and groan of rope, and what sounded like sensual squirming. Mary at first thought it was just her rather over-active imagination, building upon her desire to curl up in bed with the latest bondage story from one of the authors she followed online. But, as she listened closely and continued to go up the stairs, it eventually seemed like the noises were coming from a room. From James' room to be more precise.

Mary grinned. Oh that is just too perfect, she thought to herself. Dear, sweet James is into bondage as well? Watching a little video, hoping I won't hear? Or...she grinned again, perhaps hoping I do hear? I wonder if he has a little stash of supplies like I used to keep tucked away under my bed? Perhaps...her grin widened a touch, perhaps he's watching his video while also in bondage? Perhaps I don't need to go curl up in bed just yet. This little blackout may be just what the two of us need to have some extra fun.

Mary reached the top of the stairs and padded softly towards James' door. The sounds were definitely coming from inside. The whispering faintly resolved into a voice which was definitely female, and faint moans from whomever she had captive. Mary's grin widened once more. Well that was rather convenient for her purposes. If James was into the submissive side of things, especially if he was watching some sort of femdom porn, then that suited her just fine. Mary enjoyed being tied up as much as the next girl, but she also delighted in introducing newbies to the joys of bondage. As she herself had been introduced to them by her roommate when the two of them had stumbled across a raunchy bondage video on their television one late night. And hadn't that ended up being an enjoyable weekend. She gave a soft chuckle, and eased up to James' door. Time to see what her charge was up to.

 She opened the door to look into the room. James' room was rather neat and well put together for a young man, with the usual desk, bed, a couple of chairs, and a large closet. A closet whose door was yawning wide open, with an odd sort of ripple seeming to come from its interior. Mary frowned at that for a moment, but then her attention was rapidly taken up by the figures near James' bed. Figures.

James was lying on his bed. But not asleep. And not watching a video. His arms were lashed tightly behind him in smooth brown rope, fixed in a secure boxtie overtop his pj's. Strands of rope continued over and likely formed a nice harness across his arms and chest. His legs were bound at the thigh, knee, calf, and ankle, and brought back in a snug hogtie that kept him controlled and in place. He was squirming around, but making little progress. His sandy brown hair, kept relatively short, was all over the place, seeming to stand on end. Faint muffled noises were coming from him. He looked so deliciously vulnerable tied up in his pajamas. Mary felt a hot stab of arousal at the half thought fantasies that seemed to bubble up within her. But, apart from her quick look to him and assessment of his bonds, Mary's attention was taken by the other figure.

Clearly female, she was clad in a striking black leather catsuit, knee high boots just visible around the edge of the bed. Luxurious looking crimson red hair fell about her shoulders and face in an exquisite manner, shielding her face and ears from Mary's view. She was bent over James, her hands running along the ropes she had clearly bound him with, murmuring something to him that had him moaning and flexing against his bonds. Mary was flabbergasted. Watching videos in self bondage was what she had expected. Had James hired a dominatrix and snuck her into the house without her knowledge? Seriously? She was torn between admiration and outrage, and so stood in the doorframe, only partially obscured by the mostly closed door.

"...feel good on you, don't they pet?" the woman was asking James. He moaned in response, and she chuckled and leaned down to give him a kiss on the top of his head. Mary could now see the bright blue ball gag that had silenced her young charge, and how he was straining against it and his bonds. She felt a thrill all the same, through her outrage. God, to be tied by such a woman. She had never gotten up the courage to call upon a professional, always keeping such games to herself and a small, small group of fellow kinksters. The woman's hand disappeared underneath James, and he stiffened for a moment, before letting out a louder moan and thrusting his hips down into the bed. And her hand. Mary stifled her own moan as she watched. God, if that could be her.

"I certainly know how to pick them," the woman chuckled, her other hand running up and down James' pajama'd flank, "First time in my ropes, and hardly an ounce of fight to you, hmm?" James moaned into his gag, continuing to thrust into her unseen hand. She let him thrust for a few more moments and then withdrew her hand, chuckling at his frustrated wail into his gag, "Now now dear one, I am hardly going to give you satisfaction when we've only just started playing. Besides, I think your friend at the door would like to play as well."

Mary, who had been hungrily watching and feeling warmth bubble up within her, blinked in surprise. She took a half step back as the woman turned and faced her. The moonlight was all that was illuminating her features, but Mary could see her angular face. The sharpened inhuman beauty of the woman fed the warmth within her. Seeing her face now, and the pointed ears that broke through the mask of her tumbled hair, Mary could tell. James was very clearly into some serious roleplay, or had found some dominatrix who was. How else to explain that the woman was dressed like some kinkified version of an Elf. A dominatrix Elf. A thrill of horniness swept through Mary at the thought.

The leather clad beauty smiled at Mary, and beckoned her inside. Mary found herself obeying the silent command, taking a trio of steps into the room. James was looking up at her, surprise and embarrassment warring on his face as his babysitter found him in tight, straining, bondage which he was very clearly excited over. Despite the shock of his captor, Mary found herself directing a smile his way. Which sent a bright red flush streaming up his cheeks and face. Which was adorable. God, if only she had been the one to find him like this.

"Well," the woman said, looking Mary up and down, "I had been planning for a simple solo session tonight, but you'll do I suppose."

"I'll do?" Mary managed to find her voice, "Who are you? Did James hire you for this?"

The woman smiled at her, easing closer to her. She was taller than Mary, the babysitter noticed. The woman patted James' head as she came closer to Mary, "Hired me? I suppose, in a way. He certainly hasn't objected to my little games so far." Her smile widened, and Mary found herself flushing a little. Warmth was pulsing through her, egging her on. Ask, it seemed to whisper to her. Ask. Ask. Ask.

"And who am I?" The woman stepped up beside Mary. A hand reached out to softly stroke along her shoulders, running over her neck. A surge of warmth met the woman's finger tips. Mary could do nothing it seemed but tilt her head back and moan through clenched teeth at the sudden sensations coursing through her. Ask. Ask.

Mary felt the woman grasp one of her wrists, the other hand cupping the back of Mary's neck. She moaned again, her fingers flexing as warmth pounded through her. She could hear James moaning and squirming in his bonds on the bed, but that was a secondary concern. He would keep. She...she hadn't felt like this, ever before. It was...sooooo...goooooood. Ask. Ask. The voice pulsed within her.

The woman brought her lips up to brush against Mary's ear, "I am the Arbiter of Fate tonight, for you two." She pressed her leather clad body against Mary, lightly biting and pulling on the babysitter's ear, before tracing several kisses down her neck. Every kiss sent bolts of heat through Mary, making her gasp and moan. Ask. The insistent voice sounded again and again in her head, a steady, unending drumbeat. Ask. Ask. Ask!

"I..." Mary scrambled for words, "Would you..."

The woman smiled, "Would you like to join your young friend here?"

Mary nodded, and the woman leaned in to deliver a warm, strong kiss to her lips. Warmth seemed to explode from that contact, coursing through Mary and leaving her entire body prickling with heat and lust. She moaned again, pressing herself to the leather body of this gloriously sexy dominatrix. Wherever James had found her, he couldn't be paying her nearly enough.

"Ask me then." The soft command flowed from one to the other. Mary felt the dominatrix' hands stroking her body, lighting up her nerve endings with fiery desire.

"Please...please tie me up. Please..." Mary squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as she moaned again, "Make me yours." The vocal drumbeat in her head continued to pulse within her. Ask. Ask!

"mmmmmm." The woman gave a soft moan of satisfaction. Mary felt her wrists pulled gently behind her back and a band of leather encircle them. She moaned, and was rewarded with another kiss that lingered on her neck. "Ask me again." the woman breathed.

"Make me yours...please...Mistress..." The words seemed to ooze out of Mary as she felt the other woman's hands linger on her rear, and on her neck. She moaned as another strap seemed to tighten across her arms and chest, her breasts thrusting out wantonly as the woman stroked them softly. She felt a hand caress her cheek, and opened her eyes with another moan. The Elven looking lady was staring into her eyes, the look of hungry anticipation likely a match for how Mary felt her own eyes stared back. The woman smiled, and dangled a collar in front of her, a deep green emerald flashing and twinkling in the moonlight.

"Ask." She smiled at Mary, the collar seeming to pulse in time with the vocal drumbeat inside Mary's head. Ask! Ask! Ask! She moaned, her lips parted. Her arms twisted against their restraints as she flexed in her bonds, loving the sensation of leather against her skin.

"Please make me yours Mistress." Mary begged, the words tumbling from her. On the bed, James was moaning and grinding into the mattress, his muffled voice adding to the chorus inside Mary's head. The woman grinned at Mary and, in a slow and sensual manner, swept the collar around her neck and began to buckle it closed. Mary moaned as she felt the leather tighten around her neck, pressing at it in a snug fashion that would always make itself known. It was perfect. The ideal pressure a collar should give. She moaned again as the woman raised a red ball gag up and cocked an eyebrow, opening her mouth to receive the glistening orb.

"Mmmmmmmm." She gave a satisfied moan into the gag as it was buckled snugly in place. The nameless woman ran a hand down Mary's face, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, "So beautiful. So amenable." She smiled, "So submissive."

Mary moaned, her body thrilling to the words. On the bed, James was moaning and grunting in frustration as he thrashed about in his bonds. The woman stepped back to begin running her hands along his quivering body again, beckoning Mary closer. She followed her over to the bed and then knelt beside the woman as she crooked a finger downwards.

"Now that you wear my collar, I think you deserve my name." The woman smiled as she produced another collar fitted with an emerald, and brought it up to James' throat, "My name is Mistress Lanea. I am an old friend of the family." She chuckled as she wrapped the collar around James' throat, giving him another kiss on the cheek, "And since they were out tonight, I thought I would introduce the son to my world. Give him a taste of what his parents have already experienced many, many times."

Both Mary and James moaned, turning wide eyes on each other and then back to Lanea. The woman who had bound them both looked down at each in turn with an indulgent smile, the moonlight playing across her face, "Though now that I have a pair to play with, I think perhaps we can simply remain here for tonight." Still smiling she spoke a string of odd sounding words, that neither Mary nor James had ever heard before. Both of them cried out into their gags in shock as they felt ripples along their skin, as their clothes morphed and changed into tight fitting rubber catsuits. Their bonds shifted and moved in time with the ripples, staying in place. They both looked wide eyed, nearly glassy in shock as Lanea chuckled.

"In case it was not abundantly clear to you, I am not some human hired to do this to James, dear one." she smiled at Mary, caressing both of her captives at once. They moaned and squirmed, feeling the rubber of their outfits shift in time with them. Mary in particular enjoyed the feeling, though her mind still reeled at what had to be magic. Magic! Of all the things this might have been, being held captive by what had to be an actual Elf was...was...well, madness. But a madness that seemed all too real.

Lanea smiled at her, "No. I am what you've always heard about in local myths. The One Who Comes in the Night. The Playmate in the Shadows. The Arbiter of Fate." She grinned, "All rather pompous names for the locals to gloss over what happens. That those I select, and those who submit to me willingly, will be toyed with. Bound, teased, tormented, and pleasured beyond all comprehension. For a time. Perhaps only this evening. Perhaps many evenings. Time, for the Faerie, is a rather elastic concept." She planted new kisses on Mary's lips, and James' neck. Both flushed with pleasure.

"So for now, my dear, dear pets, let us play in the pale moonlight. I will deliver you into the realms of pleasure until the pale frost begins to fade into the dawn. And then, if you prove willing, I will take you back. To meet and play with my other pets. With my maids, and other servants. And you shall enjoy Mistress Lanea's hospitality in the Land of Faerie until Halloween. Perhaps James' parents will even join you after a few evenings. They will know, after all, what an empty house means. Empty of the two of you, with empty collars left for them to wear on their bed." She smiled as the two of them moaned again, and caressed their bound rubber forms.

"Shall we begin?"