Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, bondage, F/f, lesdom, implied F/m, kidnapping, bondage slavery, cheerleader outfit, The Kraken Club

This is another scene of Kraken Club Branch Team Lead Miranda. The first can be found here. 

Get Kaylee in here,” came Mistress’s voice from the living room. Kaylee was in the hallway when she heard it, and was already crawling on her hands and knees to the door when Yvonne, one of Mistress’s two ‘personal assistants’ stepped in.

“You’re wanted,” was all she said as she and Kaylee crossed paths. The door had just enough time to close.

Kaylee nodded at the other slave to say ‘I heard’ without actually saying it. She didn’t want to risk Mistress overhearing it and deciding she sounded too sarcastic for her taste. It was too hard to tell whether or not her owner was in a good mood. That was as true while listening from the other room as it was when Kaylee actually entered the room to find her owner seated casually on her luxurious recliner, one leg crossed over the other and reading from her tablet.

Mistress was still dressed in her work clothes, a nice pair of black pants and a sleeveless blouse too dark to be called pink but not quite red either. A normal outfit at this time of the day. Mistress often kept her work clothes on at night. She had been home for a couple of hours and already eaten her dinner. It was about this time that she liked to enjoy herself before she showered and went off to bed.

Kaylee crawled to the side of the recliner and got into position. Back straight, on her knees, hands folded primly on her lap at the edge of the emerald green thigh high socks that served as her knees’ only protection as she spent most of the day on all fours. When Mistress Miranda’s slaves were allowed upstairs, they stayed on their knees unless told otherwise. Kaylee had belonged to the woman long enough that hers didn’t ache anymore. She barely even noticed her leather ankle fetters and the chain between them anymore.

The others were all locked away in the basement. Mistress generally only let two or three upstairs at any time, including whichever one of her personal assistants were on duty at the moment. The one besides Yvonne, Christopher, was managing the others one floor down. Donna, Russel, Cassidy, Brian, the new girl Erin… a good number of Kraken-trained slaves lived in this house. Seven in total.

They weren’t all in the house all the time. One or two were often kept at Mistress Miranda’s office, as she wasn’t shy about sharing her toys with her employees. The rest were kept locked away. Their numbers were easier to handle that way.

Kaylee shook her head. She needed to focus on what was happening right now. Letting her mind wander had gotten her in trouble in the past.

Mistress’s expression gave nothing away. Was she annoyed or irritated by what she was reading? Was it a tedious email? Or another resignation letter? Was an inclement weather warning going to prevent her from visiting a favorite golf course this weekend? Some new annoyance from her ex-husband?

Whatever she was reading, Kaylee waited until the older woman took her eyes away from the device to speak up. “You wanted me, Mistress?”

Instead of speaking, Miranda looked over to Kaylee. Her lips gradually curled into a small smile as she enjoyed the sight of her blonde slave—one of her blonde slaves now, since the sneering, arrogant Erin who had quickly become Mistress’s favorite stress ball joined them—kneeling before her, poised and with her custom made emerald and gold Kraken Club cheerleader uniform in perfect order. Her long hair spilled down her shoulders and down to the small of her back.

Kaylee was an exemplary slave. Totally obedient, even if she wasn’t enthusiastic. It was one of the reasons she was allowed free reign of the house. Not all the other slaves were granted that privilege. Even her bondage was minimal. She wore a collar, like everyone did, but her wrists were free of the fetters almost everyone else wore, even if her ankles were just as chained as everyone else’s.

“That’s right. On the floor, now.”

Kneeling was not the same thing as being on the floor for Mistress Miranda’s slaves. Kaylee nodded and re-positioned herself from the side of Mistress’s chair to the front of it. Her back now turned to her owner, Kaylee bent forward until her head was touching the floor and her perky bottom was presented prominently.

Mistress was very much an ass woman. The older woman made a pleased sound at Kaylee’s obedience, one so missable that Kaylee wasn’t sure if she even knew she made it.

“This weekend is when I’ll be giving away my monthly prize.”

Oh, damn. Was that what this was about?

Every month Miranda awarded a prize to one of her employees: a weekend stay in her cabin by a lake up north, complete with total access to a slave of their choice from Miranda’s personal collection. For the duration of that weekend, Miranda’s slave belonged to the winning employee.

Kaylee was no stranger to being picked, but it hadn’t happened in three months. She barely even thought about it when Cindy was picked last time, as Mistress had been feeling especially horny then, on top of being particularly annoyed by some of her ex-husband’s recent antics.

“You’ve been chosen, obviously. I’ll be bringing you in to work tomorrow so your temporary owner can enjoy you for the day until it’s time to ship you to the cabin.”

“Is it—“ Kaylee mentally cursed herself for speaking up, but knew that cutting herself off had a greater chance of annoying Mistress than talking out of turn, “—is it Miss Zoe, Mistress?”

It might not be. Kaylee was a popular prize among Mistress’s employees. She was rarely left alone when company barbecues were held. The fact that she hadn’t been picked in awhile was really just a coincidence. Any employee could have won time with her.

Miranda chuckled. “Silly slut. She has been very clear on how she expects you to address her.”

Kaylee gulped. “… Is it Daddy, Mistress?”

“That’s right.”

Kaylee didn’t know why the twenty-something Kraken woman demanded that her slaves call her “Daddy.” Nor did she understand why her actual Mistress made Kaylee use it here when she was usually so insistent on reserving specific titles like that for herself. Maybe she just thought it was funny. Kaylee only knew that she didn’t like it.

Quiet, sinister little laughs were still coming from Mistress as she leaned forward and helped herself to a good groping grasp of Kaylee’s ass. Her well-manicured nails dug right in.

“Daddy doesn’t like my new rule about no one being allowed to win two months in a row. Did you know that? She doesn’t mind losing, but she hates not being allowed to compete. It drives her crazy. Can you believe she even asked if she could buy you from me?”

Kaylee whimpered instead of answering, drawing another laugh from her Mistress.

“I said no, of course. I don’t like parting with anyone from my little squad. At least for now.” One of her hands had left Kaylee’s ass to travel down her left leg, getting a good feel of the bare skin of her upper thigh and her sock-covered calves beneath.

“But it did make me consider inviting her up to my boat one weekend. Not as a prize, just for fun. It’s important to reward my more loyal employees from time to time, though I have to be careful not to show them too much favoritism.”

Now her other hand abandoned Kaylee’s as well, finding instead her bare midriff, kept taut and tight by a thorough exercise regimen.

“And how about you, slut? Would you like to be tucked away on a boat on Lake Michigan while Mistress and Daddy play with you? One of us can have fun with your behind while the other enjoys your tongue. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Kaylee closed her eyes. “Yes, Mistress.”

“You’re goddamn right it does,” Miranda’s voice was suddenly aggressive. Kaylee abruptly found herself shoved off her knees and was flat on her stomach, the rich carpeting rushing up to meet her cheek. Mistress followed a second later, the full force of her body weighing down on her slave.

Most of Kaylee’s face was covered by her hair, but that didn’t stop her Mistress from pressing their cheeks together. One of her arms snaked between Kaylee’s neck and the floor. Not to choke, but to be there, a possessive reminder of who the boss was.

Mistress’s other hand traveled beneath Kaylee’s skirt and immediately found its target. Most of Miranda’s slaves had to wear special belts to keep their plugs in. Not Kaylee. Kaylee was an exemplary slave who could be trusted to keep them in there herself, which meant Miranda didn’t have to waste any time unlocking anything. She could just reach right in and activate the thing, bringing it to life with that terrifyingly pleasant buzzing sound. Kaylee squirmed in place as pleasure spread out to her body, enhanced by her owner’s expert handling of the device.

Then that expert handling was gone. The vibrations remained, but on a lower setting. Kaylee took a deep breath just before Mistress lifted her head to brush the hair out of her face.

“Uh ah ah,” she teased, a playfully aggressive glint in her eye. “You know that you have to give me what I want before you get a reward.”

Kaylee did her best to meet her owner’s eye. “Yes Mistress,” she whispered.

Miranda stood, towering above her blonde cheerleader slave while she dropped her pants and the underwear beneath them. At the same time, Kaylee twisted in place, coming to rest on her back just as the garments fell atop her stomach.

Kaylee kept her fearful eyes up on her Mistress’s smiling face as the older woman lowered herself to Kaylee’s mouth. Mistress liked to have a view of her property’s face when she was pleasured, as much of it as she could see. It was a precarious time for the slave, because if Miranda didn’t see something she liked it could put her in a bad mood fast, and no one wanted to set off Mistress Miranda’s infamously short temper.

Tonight the Mistress saw what she wanted. Kaylee’s big doe eyes staring up at her, wide and wet with nervousness at what might await her in the coming days, coupled with her well-trained tongue drawing out the pleasure at the pace she loved.

Miranda had no problem sharing most of her slaves with her colleagues and employees, but she always took some time before and after to remind the loaned slave who really owned them.

Kaylee was in for a long night.