I can’t believe I backed out.
The thought flickered across Sarah’s mind once more, and the young woman supressed a sigh as she expended further mental energy stamping it out. She’d had the same thought ever since she’d woken up this morning, and it was beginning to weigh on her. She’d hardly managed to make any headway through the mass of emails that she’d wanted to complete before Halloween weekend.
Sarah was the youngest director at the large corporate firm, and she’d risen that high that quickly because of a strong work ethic, a friendly attitude, and her good looks. The company was still largely captained by older gentlemen, and when a fit, blonde woman who knew the ins and outs of seemingly everything that was done began climbing the corporate ladder, it was nearly always a no-brainer where promotions should be given. Which was all well and fine. But it did mean that Sarah carried quite a few expectations, of herself and from others. Which meant added stress to what was already a fairly demanding job. Which brought her right back to why she was coming to regret sending that email.
Sarah had for a few years now been prowling about fetish sites, reading stories, watching videos, and amassing a small collection of gear for self-bondage games. In the midst of one of her kink binges a few weeks ago she had hit upon the website of a local dominatrix, Mistress Anna. The domme had looked thoroughly appealing with her raven black hair, tauntingly seductive smile, and imposing height. Sarah had spent nearly an hour on the woman’s website, reading over every last detail, before she made her decision. The decision. Sarah probably shouldn’t have done so while she was so turned on from the hours spent teasing herself with stories and videos, but it seemed like too good of an opportunity to pass up. And then, after submitting her email, she had gotten one back from Mistress Anna almost immediately.
It had blown Sarah away that she had been responded to so quickly, but she eagerly began her correspondence with the dominatrix. Over the course of a week volleys of emails sailed back and forth. The Halloween weekend was quickly agreed, and Anna indicated she had a rather expansive introductory session planned for Sarah. A few teasing hints from her, about what was going to be in store for her over the hours and hours that she was going to be Mistress Anna’s plaything, had Sarah revved up as the weekend drew ever nearer.
But…but there had been…second thoughts. Sarah frowned, her fingers tapping idly on the keyboard. She had begun to have doubts at the start of this final week, and they had only grown as the day approached. Suppose the partners, or her boss found out? Suppose she was seen, going to or coming from the dungeon? Sarah shook her head. It was too much to risk, her job, her dignity, the respect of her peers. No. Better to let the whole idea remain a fantasy. Like those stories she read on her favourite fetish websites. That was the proper place for such things.
So she had emailed Mistress Anna last night, apologizing for the late change in plans, but cancelling her session. She had awoken with no response from the woman, nor anything even now as the day bled into afternoon and the sun began to sink through the office windows. Half a dozen times now Sarah had thought about reconsidering again, going back and apologizing for getting cold feet. Anna had seemed a straightforward enough person in her dealings with her. Perhaps she would…
Sarah shook her head a little. She hardly wanted to come across as indecisive. Besides, what was done, was done. She had made the right choice, frustrating as it was. Maybe in a year, or two. When she was better placed to ward off an inquiry into her private affairs. Maybe she could email Anna again at the end of the day to explain it more in detail, why she had regretfully had to cancel. Perhaps she could meet the woman for a coffee or something.
Her mind made up, Sarah finally got back to work.
A few productive hours later Sarah was just completing the process of shutting down her final tasks. Most of the office had long departed, it being a Friday, and she would be surprised if there were half a dozen people left on the floor. Maybe even the building. She enjoyed the peacefulness that came with working late occasionally, and leaned back for a moment in her chair. Her eyes lidded and closed, and she found herself looking forward to a long hot bath when she got home.
“So this is where a craven slut like you hides.” A sharp female voice, crackling with sensual energy, snapped her up out of her mental relaxation and back to her office. A woman stood framed in the doorway, clad head to toe in red latex, with matching boots. Her raven hair was elegantly styled into a braid that came down to nestle about her neck, and the straps of a backpack contrasted with the crimson latex. Sarah’s eyes snapped up to the woman’s, and found herself sinking into the deep green pools that she found there. Her mouth dropped open and she just sat there stunned as Mistress Anna stalked towards her.
“Stand up slut, let me take a look at you.” Anna snapped again, a few paces away from Sarah. Sarah stood, though only partly in reaction to the command. She had to meet this woman on her feet. She could explain things. Anna was pissed, though Sarah wasn’t wholly sure why. But she could work something out. She was a dealmaker. Her career was built in part on her excellent people skills after all.
“Uhm, listen…” Anna cut off Sarah’s abortive question as she plopped her backpack on the director’s desk and then stepped up close to Sarah. Her eyes critically appraised the young woman, obviously tracking up and down her figure. Anna pursed her lips after a moment, “The pretty ones are always the most trouble I suppose. Turn around.”
“Now wait a minute…” Sarah began, trying to infuse her presence with the usual calm command she was able to project. But it all seemed to wilt away under the power of Anna’s deep green gaze, and she squawked in surprise as Anna grabbed her shoulders and spun her around,
“When I tell you to do something slut, you do it without backtalk!”
SMACK!
Sarah yelped as a latex gloved hand slammed into her rear. She tried to reach behind her and felt Anna grab both of her wrists. The cool feeling of metal suddenly tightened over them, and the racheting click-click-click of handcuffs sent a chill down Sarah’s spine. She tried to push herself away from Anna, “No you don’t understand, I can’t do this. I can’t…”
SMACK!
“Gaaah!” Sarah tried to spring away from Anna only for the other woman to grab her again and slam her down onto the desk. Not hard enough to hurt, but certainly enough to shock Sarah. She’d never been handled like this before in her life! Anna gripped the back of Sarah’s neck, positioned herself to one side, and then began to rain further blows down on Sarah’s rear.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Cowardly sluts don’t get choices.” SMACK! SMACK! “Sluts like you need a firm hand.” SMACK! SMACK! “So shut your mouth, and only speak when I tell you to speak!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Sarah squealed and fought her metal wrist bonds, trying to squirm away from the hard blows raining down on her ass, “Listen, Ma’am…”
“Mistress.” The word came out as a hiss, and was accompanied by three more rapid blows.
“Gaaah! MistressAnna, there’s been some sort of mistake! I didn’t sign up for this! I withdrew, I can’t do this! My…my job…I need to ggaagagghhhmmmmffgg!!” Sarah’s explanation was cut off as Anna thrust a penis gag firmly into her mouth, and then began wrenching the buckles tightly around Sarah’s head.
“MMmmffgghhh!!”
“You obviously lack the discipline and courtesy to listen to your betters while they talk, so you’ve lost your speaking privileges.” Anna explained calmly as she tightened the gag as much as she could, “So suck on that nice rubber cock I’ve given you, and listen. Bitch.”
SMACK!
Sarah moaned, beginning to become aroused despite herself. The sudden bondage and domineering talk had gotten her heart beating quickly, and she continued to squirm against the desk as Anna ran her hands over her body.
“You promised me the use of your body today.” Anna’s voice was a silky whisper. Her gloved hands groped and pinched along Sarah’s sides and then to her rump. The bound and gagged office woman gave an indignant snort, and began a muffled argument through her gag.
“Quiet!” SMACK! “I had arranged a truly wonderful introductory session for you, to be complete with a few friends of mine if you felt up to it by the end of it. So much so,” Anna bent forward to put her lips near Sarah’s ear, “That much of my plans for today and tomorrow revolved around playing with you. Which you, out of some cowardly idiocy no doubt, decided to throw away. At the last bloody minute no less.” SMACK! SMACK! Anna’s fingers gripped Sarah’s buttocks after the last spank and began to knead them, “I don’t get stood up, slut. Especially not by silly little slaves like you.”
Sarah moaned into her gag, Anna’s fingers working their magic as they sent thrills of pleasure through the blonde woman’s body.
“Slaves like you, so concerned with appearances. With the idea that you have dignity.” Anna whispered almost lovingly into Sarah’s ear, “Sluts like you don’t have dignity. The only embarrassment you should ever feel is when you have disobeyed and embarrassed your Mistress. Which you have done in spades you foolish girl.” Her grip tightened on Sarah’s rear, her other hand gripping the girl’s chin, “So it seems before we begin with your session, which is not cancelled, I need to make that fact clear to you.”
Sarah moaned at the words, squirming a little, and then squealed again into her gag as she felt cold metal run along one of her arms. It was tapped against her a few times, “Don’t squirm too much slut, I wouldn’t want to nick that delicate skin of yours.”
“Mmmff?” Sarah tried to turn her head to look back, but got four sharp strikes to her rear. She yelped into her gag and, blushing furiously at how she was being handled, faced forwards over her desk. Anna had actually positioned her such that Sarah was staring at the open door, and Sarah found herself distracted by the thought of someone, anyone, finding her like this. There was no way in hell she would be able to cover up this part of her life. No way that anyone would believe this woman just stormed in here and began binding her. No, this would look like a daring kinky game that Sarah had organized knowing that she would be alone in the office at this time of day. She groaned at the thought, and again as she felt Anna begin to slice away her office clothing.
Within minutes her sharp, crisp work clothes were in tatters, and mounded on the floor behind her. She tried to move a couple of times, but further rapid hard spanks eventually forced Sarah to stillness as Anna completed her humiliation of her. For a few moments after the last scrap of her undergarments had been pulled free, Sarah held out hope that that was what Anna had come here to do. Inflict some humiliation and then depart. Sarah had a spare change of clothes after all, it wasn’t the end of the world…
“Spread your legs slut.” Sarah obediently spread her legs, not wanting further strikes. Anna began to run her hands over her naked flesh, caressing and groping as she desired. Anna adored this moment. The first time a sub was stripped, they always felt uniquely vulnerable. Ripe with possibility, their future as her plaything was both looked forward to and feared. Anna revelled in the expressions that she often caught, and this bitch was no exception. She was lying across her desk, facing the door, wide eyes partly glazed over as she marinated in the sensation of Anna’s control. Anna slapped her ass again, softer this time so as not to startle the slut out of her thoughts, and the girl moaned wantonly into her gag.
Perfect.
Anna turned back to her bag of gear, grabbing an extendable spreader bar, and a few more belts and cuffs. She locked the spreader bar at its full extent and then cuffed it to Sarah’s legs, ensuring the girl couldn’t attempt to cover herself. She then replaced the handcuffs with thick leather locking cuffs, and also secured Sarah’s elbows. Anna was disappointed that the elbows couldn’t be brought too close together, but her slut’s breasts were still pressed out in a most pleasing way.
Sarah for her part was having difficulty concentrating, the rough but firm handling and bondage turning her on and making her grind her hips forward into the desk even as her arms were further secured and freedom comprehensively taken from her. She moaned into her cock gag as, finishing with her elbow bondage, Anna began to work some sort of oil or lubricant into her buttocks and upper thighs. It brought a warm sensation, and Sarah began thrusting herself backwards into Anna’s hands. She heard the dominatrix chuckle behind her, “Just what I thought. A wanton little slut in need of a mistress. You were very foolish cancelling on me, weren’t you slut?”
“Mmmhhmmmm…” Sarah moaned into her gag, eyes lidded in pleasure.
“Admitting you fucked up is the first step in getting back into my good graces.” Anna stopped her massaging for a few moments, and Sarah groaned in denied pleasure as she wiggled her rear enticingly. Then her eyes flared wide as she felt something rubbery begin to press between her thighs.
“MMMFfffgghhh!!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Anna’s hand lashed at her rear even as the rubber intruder began to press inside, “Relax slut. Relax! Despite your disrespect I’ll still be gentle with this first one. Mmmmmm. Though whatever your objections, your body clearly acknowledges you’re loving this.” Anna gripped one of Sarah’s hips, the other making a fist in Sarah’s blonde locks and pulling her head back and up, “Aren’t you slut? You’re loving this!”
Sarah moaned as Anna pressed into her, gargling some sort of muffled objection. But she couldn’t deny the sensations that raced through her. Beyond the merely physical, the knowledge that this was all happening in her office, that she had been bound and was being debased in her own place of work, sent fiery waves of pleasure rocketing through her mind and body. Anna’s thrusting motions behind her, her helplessness in the face of whatever plans the woman had, it all twined together and carried Sarah ever higher on a mounting wave of pleasure.
Her first orgasm came minutes after Anna had begun. But the dominatrix merely cooed, congratulated her on being a slut, and continued thrusting into her. Sarah screamed with pleasure into her gag, keeping up a constant barrage of groans and moans as another, and then another orgasm rocked through her. Behind her, continuing her movements at a steady pace, Anna kept up a steady stream of gentle humiliation. Calling Sarah a slut, a wanton slave in need of discipline. A girl who belonged in a collar. Who had tried to abandon her duties to her mistress. Sarah moaned with pleasure as the words washed over and through her, frantically nodding her head in agreement when Anna demanded it, and slowed the pace of her thrusts until Sarah was moaning in acceptance at being called names. At being told she was a slave. Anna’s submissive little slut. That was her. That was her so long as she could cuuuuuum.
As a fourth orgasm crashed through the bound woman, Anna pulled completely away, drawing a gasping moan from Sarah as the latter struggled on the desk. Sarah groaned then as Anna returned, pressing a dildo up into place, followed by a buttplug into her rear. She drew in ragged breaths as Anna strapped both plugs securely in, and covered them from easy access. Sarah’s mind was drifting once more, and for nearly fifteen minutes she simply stood slumped over on the desk, paying little mind to what Anna was doing to her. That had been incredible. Mind blowing domination and bondage. Why had she ever wanted to cancel? This was the sort of thing she wanted. Needed.
Sarah eventually came back to herself enough to realize that Anna was in the process of finishing up her new outfit. She felt the compression and slickness of latex pants and boots on her lower half, and a latex bustier around her chest. Her arms had been covered in some sort of bag that Anna was in the process of tightening as Sarah mumbled some sort of objection into her gag.
“Ah, back with me are you slut? Just give me a moment to finish with your armbinder, and we can…talk.” Sarah grunted with strain as Anna wrenched the lacing tight, further immobilizing her arms and securing her helplessness. That complete Anna came around to her front, holding a large, thick red bondage hood, “I’m going to remove your gag. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until the hood is on. Understand?”
Sarah gave a soft grunt and nodded.
“Good girl. Finally learning.” Anna unbuckled the cock gag and slowly withdrew it from Sarah’s mouth, taking a few moments to slide it in and out, forcing her to fellate it. Sarah flushed as the domineering woman chuckled and, for a brief moment, considered snapping something witty, cutting, and exceedingly ill-considered. Discretion won out over ill-temper though, and Sarah meekly ducked her head when told to as Anna enveloped her head in rubber. It was a snug fit, even before Anna tightened it, and Sarah’s objections were then further stifled as the cock gag was re-inserted before she could think of anything to say. Her eyes remained free for now, and Anna hauled her upright.
She was now mostly covered in late and rubber, shackles kept her booted feet from moving too quickly, and the armbinder kept her arms secured together and to her chest. All her bonds and clothing, save for the hood, were in crisp white. The hood a contrasting crimson. Sarah got a good view of her new look in the small mirror that was mounted on the far wall by the door. God she looked hot, Sarah thought to herself. Anna breezed behind her and began attaching something to her back. Sarah had to squint for a moment before realizing. Wings. She was securing some sort of wings…like an angel? She stood there frowning in confusion for a moment. It seemed an odd thing to do. Anna finished with the wings and came back around, a thick red collar now in her hands. She ignored the questions bubbling in Sarah’s eyes and the girl’s muffled grunts, and buckled the symbol of Sarah’s slavery around her neck. Sarah jumped a little in her bonds as she heard the snick of a lock. Her eyes went wide and she looked at Anna, who laughed.
“Now then my gorgeous slut, let me tell you what’s going to happen. I’ve taken some small measure of payback from you already. Your dignity, if that’s what you’re concerned about here, is an illusion. So is embarrassment. Slaves and sluts have no need of either feeling.” Anna hooked a finger through the collar’s d-ring and tugged it, “You may take pride in good service to your mistress, but apart from that such feelings merely impede your growth into your submissive role. It will go far easier for you if you simply surrender your wants and desires to my own.” Anna leaned forward and brushed her hips across Sarah’s gag, before trailing kisses over her cheek to whisper into her ear, “You’ve revealed to me every last one of your kinkiest desires. Behave, and your wildest dreams will come true this weekend.”
Sarah grunted, for a moment distracted by the memories of some of the things she had told this woman. Then her eyes widened. Weekend? Anna was going to keep her like this for the weekend?? She moaned and tried to jerk back from Anna, but the dominatrix held her firmly in place, a wide smile on her lips, making her face light up, “Oh yes my little slut. I wasn’t joking before. I already booked a space at a delightful fetish party tomorrow that should last most of the day. And I will be hosting a small afterparty with some of my friends and their pets that night as well. Your little stunt would have denied me the presence of a submissive of my own, which is simply unacceptable. The rest of today will be spent properly training and motivating you to serve well. Should you elect to attempt to embarrass me again…” Anna’s voice trailed off for a moment, a dangerous light flaring in her eyes for a moment, “Then I will have no choice but to take further time from you.”
Sarah moaned, her eyes locked to Anna’s own as the domme snapped a leash to her collar, “Are we clear, slut?” The bound woman could do nothing, offer nothing, save a defeated nod. She was utterly helpless here, and had no possibility of rescue. What’s more, if she pissed Anna off, there was nothing to stop the woman from simply leaving her there. In a few hours the custodial staff would be doing their cleaning rounds, and Sarah felt like she would die of embarrassment if she was found by them. Better at least to go with the professional. Maybe later tonight she could try to renegotiate things with Anna. She would be reasonable, wouldn’t she? Maybe if Sarah went along with this willingly, she could obtain some brownie points for herself. Maybe…
Anna packaged up the remains of Sarah’s clothes and shoved them into her pack. Then, with a tug on the leash, she led the bound director out of her office and onto the main floor. It was, thankfully from Sarah’s perspective, utterly deserted. Anna led her mincing prize over to the elevator bank and then, having summoned one, spent a few moments amusing herself by groping and caressing the girl’s latex covered breasts and ass. The elevator dinged, opened, and Sarah nearly died of embarrassment then and there.
A young man, hardly more than a boy really, was standing there, slackjawed and staring. Sarah vaguely recognized him as one of the interns the company had taken on, and one of the better ones if she recalled correctly. He was professionally attired in his suit, cleanshaven, with his light brown hair close cropped to his head. Wide chestnut brown eyes blinked in rapid succession as he took them in. For one terrifying moment she thought he had recognized her, and she moaned a little as Anna nonchalantly tugged her forward into the elevator.
“Um…uh…”
Anna smiled, “I take it you like the costumes?”
“Cos-costumes?” the boy stammered.
“Of course! I,” she sashayed all the way into the elevator, brushing up against him, “Am a succubus of course. And I’ve captured an angel as my Halloween playmate…” She turned a ferociously sensual grin on the boy, whose face was beet red as he tried to divide his attention between them. His eyes ended up on Sarah though, as she minced into the elevator and stood squirming there in her bonds. Anna eyed him, more thoughtfully now. As the boy continued to stare in fascination at Sarah, the blonde saw Anna slowly sling her bag to the ground.
“Those’re…um…wow, I guess you two really went all out huh?”
“If you’re going to do a thing, best that you do it to the maximum of your ability,” Anna recited in a bit of a sing-song voice, rummaging in her pack, “Would you be a dear and hit the ground level for me?”
“Oh, um. Right. Sorry.” The boy flushed and turned around to hit the appropriate button. Behind him, Anna rose up like some sort of avenging goddess, a set of cuffs and a gag held at the ready.
“I just adore a boy with manners.”
The lobby of the large corporate complex was empty. This time of day on a Friday everyone had left, apart from a few security staffmembers who were away on patrol. Had anyone been there, a bizarre if welcome sight would have greeted them as the elevator from one of the top floors dinged open. First out of it strode a woman clad all in red shiny latex, sinfully seductive as she elegantly moved forward. A small backpack was the only concession in her otherwise fetish ensemble, and in her left hand she held two chain leashes. These extended out behind her and clipped to the collars of her two companions. One was dressed as a fetishized version of an angelic being, with the addition of a red hood and collar. Wide, staring eyes lanced out from the hood as though seeking to assure herself that no one could see her. Latex and rubber bonds kept her limbs secured, and she minced along behind her mistress. Next to her, still largely clad in his suit, was a young man. Leather cuffs were locked to his wrists and elbows, forcing his arms into a boxtie. More cuffs were locked at his ankles and above his knees, scrunching his suit pants and sending the chain between the sets merrily jingling with every halting step he took. His head was completely consumed in black leather, the hood preventing his sight as well. His mouth was gagged with a companion to the cock gag that was tightly buckled into the girl’s mouth, and a thick collar announced to the world his slavery to the red woman striding ahead of him.
Anna was eminently pleased with how this visit had gone. She had saved herself the embarrassment of attending tomorrow’s party without a slave already on her leash, and defended her dignity from the attempt made on it by her slut’s idiotic attempt to back out of her service. The boy…well, the boy’s enslavement was just a bonus. A top up. He seemed promising enough, with hardly more than a perfunctory struggle as she had cuffed him up, and then felt him up in the elevator. A natural submissive, and one who she would take great pleasure in introducing to the world of bondage and domination. Perhaps at the end of the weekend she would ensure that he could stay with her a bit longer. Anna was sure her slut could do up the necessary internal paperwork for the boy to answer only to her within the company. After all, the bitch was going to be wearing her collar for a while after her abortive attempt at freedom. These two slaves didn’t get the dignity of choice. Of deciding when they wanted to be dominated, or not. Teaching her slut the value of obedience, and of not embarrassing her owner, would take some time. And part of that training would be willing compliance in the breaking and training of the polite boytoy who now stumbled along behind her, leashed and bound. And until she decided she no longer needed their service, they were hers to command.
After all, she had her dignity to consider.