Hello! Tina here. Thanks for being here with me! This is Chapter 3. I have struggled with this section of my story. Struggled like a new damsel in a tight hogtie. Got the visual? No, but really, I wrote it twice already and deleted it and startedover. This is attempt number three!
So why am I agonizing about this chapter? I’ll tell you. This is about the two people who kept me safe and put me on the path to enjoying a healthy life of bondage and submission. So, I REALLY want to get it right. My first couple of tries or writing this were just bloated with details. I was a page into it and still didn’t have anything super fun. And this WAS super fun. These two women were super fun. I wasn’t doing them justice and that wasn’t cutting it.
THIS time, I’m not going to go into a ton of explanation or exposition. We’re jumping into the story with both feet. I’ve trimmed the fat and that cut out some details and I’m sorry, you’re just going to have to put the missing pieces into the puzzle yourself. I think you can do it. 😊
It was 11:00 AM one morning in 2014:
Mia was awakened by the sound of running water. Not FULLY awakened, mind you. Her 21-year-old head had a dull headache. That, unfortunately, was a familiar condition for Mia. She’d been recovering for the last year from injuries (and emotional trauma) from the hellish 4 months she spent held against her will as a 24/7 slave to the gang her ex-kind-of-boyfriend-now-fugitive-from-the-law traded her to in exchange for not getting murdered by them. (that was a mouthful, but it makes sense if you reread it a few times)
Mia blinked and looked around. She was in an extremely comfy bed with wonderful smelling pillows. Which is strange because she was living with coworkers and sleeping on the sofa. Total upgrade. However, she definitely did not recognize the bedroom. This fact strangely was not alarming to Mia. “This is strangely not alarming,” Mia thought. Through the fogginess that still clouded her thinking, Mia noticed the sound of the water again. Her eyes and ears tracked the sound to coming from a door across the room. “Must be getting a shower,” Mia thought. And she started to close her eyes again to get some more rest. Mia was still sooooo tired. Not really sure why. Especially not so late. “Shit. Who’s fucking getting a shower???” (Mia has a bit of a potty mouth. For real.)
The sound of the water stopped, and Mia bolted upright. No, wait. She meant to bolt upright but she didn’t. She couldn’t. That’s when Mia looked up and saw her wrists were tightly contained by two hand-stitched black leather cuffs with stainless steel D-rings. Those D-rings were each clamped to O-rings that were bolted into the heavy wooden headboard of the bed she’d been sleeping in. Mia tried to slide herself up the mattress to see the cuffs better, only she was prevented from doing so by the matching leather cuffs locked around her ankles and tethered to the footboard. Still, strangely, unalarmed, Mia surveyed herself with her rapidly clearing vision and noticed she was now wearing black leather full body catsuit.
“Oh that’s right…” Mia was now starting to remember…
“Morning pet,” Mistress Sandy walked in through the now open door. She was drying herself off with a towel but not wearing a shred of clothing. Mia hadn’t actually seen Mistress’s body the night before because of the combination of darkness, beddingand blindfolds. Mistress was 5’9” tall and built like a professional volleyball player. She ran the plush towel over her toned and muscular legs. “Glad to see you’re FINALLY awake. You were a good girl last night. VERY good. So I allowed you to sleep in. Also, I’m going to be wearing you out today. We’ll be testing your limits. Vigorously.” Mistress’s face was serious but not severe.
Mia swallowed hard, or would have, except for the ball gag plugging her mouth. The gag wasn’t completely mouth-stuffing and Mia was able to attempt to form some words.
“Eeyee ammm eeyee iedd upp?” Mia asked in “gag talk.”
Mistress was getting dressed now. “Pardon me pet, what was that?”
“Mwmy ammm mmyyy tt iedd uppp?”
“Oh, that’s better pet. That’s good. You’ll be wearing gags often, so you’ll need to become proficient in communicating that way.” Mistress stepped into a neatly pressed skirt. “Did you ask why you were tied up?”
Mia nodded. She felt, for the first time, the leather creaking of the hood that she was wearing.
Mistress recognized the look of realization in Mia’s eyes and now fully dressed, turned a full-length mirror toward the bed so Mia could inspect herself. “You are quite a vision, slut.” Mistress clicked her tongue to emphasize the “T” in slut. “And I have to give you high marks for how well you wiggled yourself into that outfit. I’ve had my eye on you for a while, and I did my best to eyeball your measurements, but I wasn’t sure if I had them exactly right.”
Mia remembered now. She spent last night at the house party she was invited to through a bondage group on social media. During the party, she was swept off her feet by the most amazing, impressive, intelligent and nurturing Domme. She talked and joked until late in the night before Mia got the courage to nuzzle up to Mistress, licking her lips and batting her eyes. “Can I please you somehow Mistress,” Mia had said. “Be careful what you request, pet,” Mistress Sandy responded.
Now Mistress Sandy was sitting next to Mia’s bound form. She slid her and up and down one of Mia taught thighs, massaging the muscles as she slid up and down. Mia purred like the cat she resembled. You remember our agreement now pet?”
Mia did remember. Mistress told her she could accept her as a pet, but that Mia would have to agree to spend the entire week with her. She’d be bound when Mistress was at work. She’d be bound and naked when Mistress was home. And she’d have her limits tested. Tested to see if she could be trained as a slave.
“You aren’t regretting your choice now, are you pet?” Mia looked deeply into Mistress’s eyes and shook her head “no.” “I want you to tell me, pet.”
Struggling with the gag and with drool bubble in her mouth, Mia pronounced through the gag, “Nnooow.” Mistress looked up to the ceiling as though she hadn’t heard Mia’s response. Mia tried again, “Mnnnnnoooooo.” Mistress curled her brow and frowned. Mistress Sandy rolled up into a straddle on Mia with surprisingly agility. Unprepared, Mia just barely braced her stomach in time to avoid having the wind knocked from her. Mistress grabbed a tight handful of Mia’s long blonde ponytail that as protruding through the hole in the top of her hood. Mistress yanked the ponytail sharply to the side and down, dug her knees painfully into Mia’s sides and leaned her weight onto Mia’s chest, compressing her rib cage and forcing her to labor to breathe.
“No, WHAT?” Mistress asked.
“Ndggnnooow. Striiss stresssss.” Mia blurted.
Mistress smiled happily. “That’s so simple, right pet?” Her demeanor changed but her poster and position had not. Still wincing and struggling, Mia responded, “Ngnnoooo. Nnggoooo, mmm str stissssss.”
Mistress eased herself up and off of Mia and laid next to her. Mistress embraced her and wrapped her legs around her torso. She stroked Mia’s leather bound cheek lovingly.
“I have a very good feeling about you my beautiful pet. I really do. I think, just maybe, you could be mine. Does that sound nice, pet? Wouldn’t you love to belong to Mistress?”
It did sound nice. In fact, Mia was feeling hopefulness and self-worth that she hadn’t felt for at least a year. She may have never felt it before in her life.
“EEsssss Mmphr isss rissss. Tiissss ffffirlll ssss eyyouuuurs.”
Mistress Sandy cradled Mia’s head in her hands and kissed all over her leather-bound face. “I know you are my pet. I know you will be.”
Jumping ahead to 2019:
Tina logged into her social media page. Tina had been posting some of attempts at bondage fiction short stories. She was working on kind of a science fiction-y, crime mystery story and she was quite proud of how well it was going. She’d actually gained a modest following, including one Dom from across the Atlantic in the UK. This Dom had mentioned that he knew another eager sub who was into writing stories and he thought Tina and her would hit if off and have a fine time bouncing story ideas off on another. Tina was craving any kind of guidance in the realm of writing AND of BDSM. So she jumped at the Dom’s offer to forward her contact information to the other sub.
Tina could barely contain her excitement when she saw the red light next to “Messages” lit up.
“Alright Tina, no big deal, just your future happiness….” Tina joked sarcastically to herself. Tina clicked on the button and a message popped open.
“Hey sexy pants. I read your stuff on the group page. Not fucking bad, bitch. We need to jam.”
Tina knew then and there she’d met a kindred spirit and an important, no, critical guide for the journey to come.