Mrs. Diana Erhlach quietly closed the door and breathed out an exhausted sigh. She loved her rambunctious hellions, she truly did. But when Ryan was away on business they could be just a mite overwhelming. The twins themselves could go either way, but both looked to their slightly older sister for direction. And Kelsey had only grown in mischievousness into her teenage years.
Diana eased down the hall, keeping a keen ear out for any renewed noises from either room that spoke to one of the three out of bed once more. Nothing came though, and she managed to make it back down the stairs to the main floor. Her high heels left at the door, Diana moved with a sensual, almost predatory grace. Her dark blue dress hugged her figure just so, flaring out to swirl just below her knees as she headed back into the living room where the kids and their sitter had spent much of the evening. The remains of their night were still much in evidence. Several empty pizza boxes, crumpled blankets and pillows, and an array of discarded ropes, tape, and clothes scattered about.
Diana paused for a moment, running her hands absently along the straight-backed wooden chair that was the centre of the discarded ropes, her eyes a touch distant. Eventually she shook herself back to the present and began to tidy up the area, gathering up the garbage for the kitchen. The various restraint tools were spooled up, packed up, and placed neatly into the small ottoman that had been shoved to one side by her offspring. She really did need to get a lock for that thing, she mused absently to herself. It would never do for the ottoman to be opened up during a large family or neighbourhood gathering after all.
The silence in the house was broken only by Diana's quiet, happy humming. Cleanup complete, and not a peep from upstairs. Excellent. Diana headed to the basement.
The main basement area had been built into a rec room, partially dominated by her husband's 'Man Cave' area. Several large couches arrayed around a large television. On the weekends when Ryan was home it was often occupied in the evenings by a small crew of friends, avidly watching hockey or playing some loud video game with plenty of explosions and gunfire. When Ryan’s friends were not over, the area was a favourite spot for the two of them to gradually relax from the day and potentially cuddle and tease their way into intimate games. Diana grinned a little as she padded down the stairs. How appropriate.
As she approached, the diminutive figure concealed by the high couches gradually came into view. Kneeling in front of the couch, stripped totally naked apart from her bonds, was the babysitter. Her arms, with the plentiful marks that spoke of recently being considerably more restrained, were secured behind her back in a comfortable boxtie. More rope crisscrossed her chest, supporting and defining her breasts, and webbing down to run between her legs. Both of those limbs were corded up into a snug frogtie. The girl's face was dominated by a thick tape gag, clearly keeping a good deal of material inside, and a soft silk scarf that blindfolded her. Oh how Ryan would wish he were here as well to see. Diana grinned a bit wolfishly. Or her sister, come to think of it. Just as well then, that neither were here to get in the way of her own interests…
The girl, Amanda, fairly radiated confused arousal. When Diana had first gotten home, the poor college student had looked like she wanted to melt into the ground. It had been all embarrassed apologies, shame-faced squirming in her ropes, and gag-muffled mumblings in a most endearing fashion. Diana had kept an eye on Amanda, how she blushed brilliant red while Kelsey had explained excitedly how they had fooled her into agreeing to be the damsel-in-distress. How the ropes had been quite a bit more snug and secure than Amanda had been expecting, even just bound at the wrists and individual ankles to the chair. How Kelsey had gagged her and, ordering the twins to continue roping her up, ordered pizza. Diana had especially enjoyed the little shivers and trembles that raced through the girl when Kelsey relayed how they had fed her while tied up, tickled her until she was wheezy with laughter, and generally made her first babysitter experience with them as memorable as possible.
But when Diana, after chiding her children, had released Amanda from the chair, only to frogmarch her down here and re-bind her, the confusion, and the apprehension, had risen. Deliciously so, especially once Diana had rigged the crotchrope…
Diana settled regally in front Amanda, the bound girl straightening up slightly and giving an exploratory grunt into her gag. Diana arranged her dress for a few moments, ignoring the girl until she had herself ready, and then slowly ran her bare foot up the girl's naked chest until it came to rest just under the girl's chin. A muted gagged gasp, and a sudden inhale made Diana’s smile widen fractionally. Perfect.
"Now. I'd like to have a talk with you about tonight." Down her foot went, back to the girl's waist, where it began to tease and play with the waist rope that connected her body harness of rope to the crotch rope that agitated her. The girl moaned. Diana smiled.
"When I left this house, at the start of the night, I was under the impression that I was leaving you in charge..." Diana's foot tugged, Amanda gasped, and then tried to speak through her gag. Offer some form of muffled explanation. Diana held up a hand, rolled her eyes at herself when she recalled the blindfold, and settled for chucking the girl’s chin with her foot, "Not finished speaking sweetheart. I left you in charge. With instructions on meals, playtime, and bedtime. To my surprise," tug, tug, gasp "I find on my return that you have let my three children run roughshod over the house and over you." Tug, tug, moan "That you are bound quite stringently to a chair, they have hosted themselves a pizza party, and left a mess all over the house."
The girl tried to mumble an excuse but Diana reached forward and gripped her jaw, "I am not interested in excuses young lady. What I have described has happened. Can't be undone." She paused for a moment, her fingers holding the girl's chin while her eyes stared intently at the girl's blindfolded ones, "But how we come to an arrangement regarding your...status...is what concerns the both of us now." Diana reached behind Amanda’s head and undid the blindfold, letting it slither down to pool on her frogtied thighs. Pale green eyes blinked in worry at her, and the girl grunted.
Diana leaned back in the couch again, her bare foot rising to plant itself firmly between the girl's breasts, her toes curling up beneath her chin, "The boys are rather fond of you. Beyond what they got away with tonight, they are comfortable around you which is no small thing. Kelsey as well, which given her age is rather remarkable. Teenagers are so prickly." She arched an eyebrow, "So I would prefer to keep you...on, that is. Provided we can come to an arrangement."
The girl looks quizzically at her, her arms squirming in her ropes. Diana internally sighed. She disliked having to be so direct but...it had its perks. She leaned forward once more and ran her hands over the girl's breasts while maintaining eye contact. The babysitter's eyes widened and she let out a plaintive moan of desire, her chest thrusting forward almost automatically. Diana’s lips curved in a small predatory smile. Such a wanton innocent. Wonderful.
"I have a rather empty house here," Diana continued, her hands massaging the moaning girl’s heaving breasts, "With Ryan gone it would be nice to have another...playmate." She trailed fingers down Amanda’s ribs and then to the small of her back. She griped the girl’s pleasingly firm ass, and kneaded it with one hand. The babysitter arched towards her, a guttural moan of desire burbling from behind the tape as she thrust herself towards Diana. Who happily took advantage by returning both hands to the ample breasts, "And you do seem to be enjoying your restraints..."
"MMmmmmmm..." her captive’s eyes had lidded, and her head almost drunkenly nodded along.
Diana smiled, continuing to toy with the girl's breast, tweaking at the nipple, "This would involve you spending tonight here, with me. I will dress you how I like, or not at all. I will bind you as I please. I think you would look ravishing in leather. I will use you for my pleasure...and for yours. All night long, in bondage, until I release you tomorrow morning."
The girl was breathing a bit harder now, "ooooommmmmm..."
"After that, I would expect a higher level of service and commitment. No "one and done’s" here young miss, oh no." Diana tweaked the girl's nipple again, "You would spend at least two days a week here, as well as every other weekend. During the day you will watch the boys, and Kelsey when she is around. You will have a new uniform, a specially made one from me, that you will wear at all times in this house unless otherwise instructed. From the moment you walk into this house from now on, until the moment you leave. You will be restrained. Cuffs and a collar, unless I decide I want to see you in a more restrictive get-up." Diana cupped the girl's chin, "The nights you are over here, we will spend together. When you are not here, you will be wearing a chastity belt. The only orgasms and pleasure you receive from now on would be at my hand, and with my permission."
"Oooooooooo." The girl was grinding her hips a bit now, her eyes wide open again, and still centred on Diana's own. Her breath came in panting inhales and little whimpers. Diana had her desire, her lust. Was this the first evening she had ever been bound, truly restrained? It must be, and Diana rejoiced that the girl had all the markings of a real bona fide submissive. And even though the girl was likely hers already, just from laying out her possible future as Diana’s bondage pet, Diana didn’t want to be unfair to her. After all, this was all about making her submission a win-win.
"I would, of course, increase your pay substantively for this, and you would be getting paid by the hour that you spend over here. Additional money would be earned by submitting to heavier bondage, or additional restrictions or tasks. Volunteering to spend more time over here would also be acceptable if you require additional funds." Diana leaned back casually for a moment, affecting a casual attitude even as she watched the girl closely, "Triple your normal hourly fee as your new standard rate."
The girl's eyebrows looked like they were trying to climb into her hair. Diana could see the wheels turning a little, fighting to think of just how much she could be earning as Diana’s submissive rather than a babysitter. In a word, one hell of a lot more. Enough that paying for the rest of university, if she kept this up, was going to be a breeze. But then, what was money for if not to spend on the pleasant things of life?
"On a limited basis we could also negotiate week long periods of full time service wherein you would stay in this house for seven straight days. In this case it would mean a higher average level of bondage, discipline, and work. This would of course be matched by another pay increase." Diana was massaging both of the girl's breasts now, her foot teasing at her inner thighs. Not that she expected the girl to leap at that…not right away at least. But it was a seed to be planted. Cultivated over the weeks to come, reminding her new playmate that she could earn more by serving Diana full time for a week. Diana already had such wonderful ideas for when the girl inevitably gave in and asked for longer periods of service.
An excellent indirect perk of Amanda becoming her little toy, was that she would finally have a story of her own to trade with her sister. Diana loved her fiercely, but Claire could be a little overwhelming, and occasionally jealousy inducing, with all her stories of seduction and playful kidnap. Not that Diana and Ryan didn’t engage in such games on occasion, they certainly did, but with three young hellions around there was a limit to what could practically be done. Now though…Diana’s smile deepened and she brushed a kiss across Amanda’s forehead. Now she wouldn’t need to visit Claire’s home, as she had been doing tonight, to scratch the kink itch by playing with a captive. Now, she would have her own.
She sat there, enjoying the feel of her captive, and idly dreaming away of what could be to come. The babysitter, reduced to a moaning, squirming, mess of a girl, cold do nothing save kneel there and endure the attention, the teasing, and her own mind’s whirl of thought as to what her future might hold. All the while staring up at the woman who had reduced her to her present state.
After a while Diana shivered back to awareness and looked down, having to bite down on a bark of laughter that suddenly threatened. The girl’s eyes had closed once more and she was thrusting her hips as best she could against her crotchrope, and against Diana’s foot.
Perfect.
She was ready.
Diana leaned forward and took a gentle but firm hold of the girl’s hair, twisting her head up so that she would have to stare past Diana as the older woman bent to press a soft kiss to her ear, “From your reaction, I take it you aren’t opposed to my proposal?”
Her captive moaned and shook her head as much as Diana’s grip allowed, squirming in her bonds in a way that made clear she was enjoying them.
Diana smiled and nibbled at her ear, bring a pleased grunt, “Good girl. In addition to everything else, you’ll be getting a new name. So far as I am concerned this will be your only name, but you may use your former identity with anyone else outside the home if you choose.”
The girl shuddered in pleasure at the control, the dominance, which receiving a new name from Diana implied. At the idea of being called by, in effect, her submissive name, her slave name, by this gorgeous MILF who held her captive. She nodded jerkily, “Mmmhmm! Mmmhhhmm!”
“It’s a decision I won’t take lightly, your new name.” Diana whispered throatily, her hand not holding the girl’s hair seizing hold of the crotchrope, “I’ll take my time with it, find one that fits you properly. But for tonight at least, you will be…Pet…”
“MmmmHHHHMMMMMM!” Amanda’s, Pet’s, agreement ended in a shriek of desire as Diana yanked hard against the crotchrope. The older woman, feeling the flare of desire burning hotter now within her, ripped the tape off her plaything’s face, emptied her mouth of the cloth packing, and then gave her a fiery, ferocious kiss. It went on, and on, Diana sinking slowly to the floor to twine herself around the kneeling Amanda, both of her hands now holding the girl’s head and shoulders still while she kissed her.
When Diana finally broke contact, Amanda lurched forward with a loud moan of desire, eyes mostly closed as she swayed in place. Diana smiled hungrily.
“Tell me you're mine, Pet.”
Amanda’s eyes flickered open and her smile was all euphoric, lustful pleasure, “Yes Mistress! I...I'm yours! All night long! And…A-and, more!”
“Good girl,” Diana murmured, bending back down for a fresh kiss, even as internally she wanted to squeal with glee. Her very own Pet. Oh tonight was the start of something very special indeed…