Well it's taken much longer to edit and post the following update. But I hope you'll all enjoy what I've created. Knowing that the next two parts are complete and simply in need of a good tidy up before they too will arrive in due course. So for now simply sit back. Hopefully enjoy and as always leave your thoughts and comments.
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Damsels4you
Act one. The scene has just begun.
Part 6.
Agonisingly slowly the quartz crystal clock upon the white office wall approached 5pm. Though whilst shutting down her computer. Locking away all paper work. Caroline tried not to acknowledge that the others. Her fellow secretaries and personal assistants. Had left nearly half an hour previous. Would almost certainly be oblivious to the true reason for her need to stay back. For her not joining them when the buzzer sounded.
Inwardly. She struggled. Fought the desperate need to glance upwards. Mentally. She felt the all consuming fear. Fear of what was to be. What was to come. Physically. She experienced the tell tale sickness that came with her churning stomach. Desperately. She tried to settle her nerves. Tried to control her breathing. Control herself.
But still there was no avoiding the inevitable. No turning back the clock. Whether it be. By only a few hours. To the moment Eleanor announced sheâd be joining her at Grainger Town Primary. Or further back. To the day. When. Like all the others. Sheâd signed the contract whilst trapped. In her employers pinchers. Trapped there within the confines of the old school. Back to when she was left startled by Eleanorâs announcement. The announcement that made it clear. All those present would become the starlets of a new bondage website.
So it came as no surprise. For time travel is of course impossible. That with only two minutes remaining before the clock struck 5. Before her time was up. Before the inevitable was due to happen. Caroline heard a solitary set of thin high heels approach. The sound echoing of the walls. Breaking the silence that had settled over the otherwise empty offices.
Standing. Eager to get the whole affair over with. Though she knew it was only the opening night. That it was only the first evening of many to come. Caroline nervously turned to face the door. While subconsciously pulling at the hem of her short. Tight black skirt. While subconsciously her whirling mind, wished sheâd picked something a little longer that morning. Had chosen to call in sick.
But it mattered not. For seconds later. She watched as the ornate brass handle turned. Watched as the solid oak door. That had once graced Newcastleâs Law Chambers. Swung open. Watched as Rebecca. Eleanorâs lover and apparent assistant. Stepped inside.
Loudly she gasped upon seeing Rebecca. Clad in a figure hugging. Figure flattering. Shiny black PVC catsuit. Such was her shock. Uncontrollably she shuddered at the sight of the small red bag Rebecca held in her right hand. Unexpectedly she trembled at the sight of the black latex hood Rebecca carried in her left hand.
âIs everything alright Carolineâ, Rebecca asked. Concern clearly evident in her tone. In her body language.
âOh. Err. Yes Miss Rebeccaâ, Caroline managed to utter. Her shock. Unmistakable. Obvious in her expression. In her wide eyes. In her voice.
âI. I. Just wasnât expecting to see you dressed in such an intimidating mannerâ, Caroline added. Stuttering. Stumbling upon her words. Desperate not to offend. Not to insult.
âOh. Did Mistress not tell you Iâd be helping prepare you for your scene. That Iâd be involvedâ, Rebecca asked. Clearly puzzled by Carolineâs words. By her reaction. Whilst still she set to one side the small bag she held. The black latex hood too.
âErr. Yes. Yes. Miss Richardson explained it would be you that prepared me for what was to come. That youâd explain just what was expected of me. How I was to present myselfâ, Caroline acknowledged. Choosing not to mention. For a second time the shock sheâd felt upon seeing Rebeccaâs outfit.
âI see. Yet clearly she didnât explain the clothing Iâd be wearing. Nor why it would be. So at least that makes it easier to understand your reaction. Your comments upon seeing me dressed in such a wayâ, Rebecca remarked. With a soothing smile. With less of dominating tone.
âBut still. In a way it makes no difference. As Mistress has indeed sent me to prepare you for your first scene. So allow me to explainâ, Rebecca added stepping forward. Clearly looking Caroline up and down as if she were an actress auditioning for a staring role.
âShortly youâll exit this room as a captive of the hooded menace. In other words by me. Youâll be seen walking down the corridor at gun point. But donât worry itâs a fake gun. Very realistic. Yet fake none the lessâ, Rebecca informed. While wide eyed and nervous Caroline watched her reach into the little red bag. Watched her withdraw the first coil of pure white rope.
âThe cameras Mistress is currently placing in strategic positions. Will record your slow. Fearful walk towards the lift. Will cover your perceived helplessness for many an angleâ, Rebeccaâs explanation continued. As she stepped behind the trembling woman. As she guided her arms behind the back. Crossed her wrists. Placing them in a position Caroline understood well enough. Had expected would be the case.
âOnly once weâve arrived at the lift. After Mistress has called a stop to the proceedings. Will we return here to the office. Will we wait for her to pack up the cameras. For then the time will have arrived for us to repeat the process. Though this youâll be playing your role as helpless bank executive for the stills camera. While Iâll be reenacting my actions as the hooded fiendâ, Rebecca added. Playing little attention to the sudden gasp that slipped past Carolineâs lips. Having felt the rope begin its figure of eight journey around her wrists.
âBut if course. Sadly for you. In this situation. That means. For the sake of continuity. Your wrists will remain bound. As securely. As effectively as they right nowâ, Rebecca stated. Rather too gleefully for Carolineâs liking. As the felt the ropes tighten. As silently she acknowledged theyâd been cinched off in a manner suitable for a skilled worker.
âIt means you will remain gagged. Though you need not worry. For itâs not the most effective. Nor uncomfortable method thatâs to be usedâ, Rebecca added. Though from her silence Caroline might as well have already been gagged.
âWhat, what are those Miss Rebecca? What, what do you intend to do with them?â Caroline asked. When finally she broke her silence. Whilst watching Rebecca withdraw firstly a pair of bright pink panties from the little red bag. Followed by a plain white strip of cloth.
âOh these. These are a pair of my panties. But donât worry theyâre fresh from my underwear draw this afternoon. And theyâre guaranteed to provide both the perfect amount of packing. Along with the most desirable look of humiliationâ, Rebecca replied. As deftly she folded the label inside. Turned the waist band in on itself. Creating the perfect. Neat ball of material.
âNow. Now. Lets not have any foolishness. After all the sooner youâre prepared. The sooner we can start the shoot. And of course the sooner itâs all overâ, Rebecca remarked. Her tone suddenly becoming stricter. Her eyes suddenly burning with a renewed intensity. While offering up the balled up panties to Carolineâs closed mouth.
âBut. Are those really necessary Miss Rebecca?â Caroline inquired. Fearful of not only the response. But also the consequences for questioning Eleanorâs lover.
And yet. Even as she did so. With just the right amount of reluctance. With what was clearly a monumental effort. Caroline opened her mouth to accept what she prayed really were a clean pair of Rebeccaâs panties.
âThere now this isnât so bad is it Carolineâ, Rebecca commented. When with almost the same amount of effort. She slipped the panties past the trembling womanâs lips. Past her teeth. And into her less than willing mouth.
âAnd see. Youâre blushing divinelyâ, Rebecca added. Her smile as broad as ever. The twinkle in her eye telling Caroline she was enjoying every second of her embarrassment. Her humiliation.
Though. Truthfully. As she stood with bound wrists. With a pair of Rebeccaâs panties placed delicately within her mouth. Caroline realised she had a bigger issue. A bigger reason to feel flustered. Feel embarrassed. For her emotions were taking over. Her previous experience of being bound and gagged by her husband. Was leading to a little shameful tingling between her legs. Was leading to a little unwanted arousal.
âAnd you look so divine. With your face so flushed and body all a trembleâ, Caroline heard Rebecca whisper in her ear having moved behind her.
Yet she paid so little attention to her would be captors words. So desperate was her need to regain control over her body. Over her emotions. Was her longing to return to the respectable. Prim and proper personal assistant that Eleanor admired for her due diligence.
âI think Mistress was right all along. Youâre so going to be one of Damsels4you starlets once the site has been revealed to those in the knowâ, Caroline heard Rebecca state. As the white cloth touched her closed lips. As with acceptance she opened her mouth to allow it to slip into place.
âThere. You shouldnât find it too easy to push those panties out nowâ, Caroline heard Rebecca remarked. Rather cheerfully whilst tying the cloth securely behind her head. Whilst she gave it the slightest of twists to plunge the panties just a little further into her mouth.
âOkay you two. The cameras are in place. So Iâm ready when you areâ, they both heard Eleanor happily call out from the corridor. The announcement telling Rebecca she must act quickly. If she intended to instil a new nervousness within Caroline.
âYes Mistress. Iâve just got two more special little additions to make. To ensure you get the correct reactions. But then weâll be readyâ, Rebecca replied. Leaving Caroline confused as to what else could be required. What else would need to be added.
âMmppphhhh, Mmmppphhhâ, Caroline faintly squealed. Shocked by the realisation that the hem of her skirt was being raised. That the tops of her shear black pantyhose were being exposed. That her curvy soft butt was being exposed.
âShhhhh. Thereâs no need to worry my dearâ, Rebecca whispered. Her head to close to Carolineâs ear. That her hot breathe sent shivers of anticipation throughout the flustered womanâs body. For sheâd failed thus far to regain her composure. To push the thoughts of arousal out of her mind.
âYou see. I learnt a long time ago. With Mistresses guidance and love. Just how to read a womanâs body language. To sense when their emotions are getting the better of them. So I know your little secret. Know youâre finding this whole situation arousing. Are enjoying being bound and humiliated. Are excited by being dominated by another womanâ, Rebecca continued. Looking Caroline squarely in the eye. Delighting in how Caroline found it impossible to offer any denial.
âAnd yet time is against usâ, Rebecca reluctantly stated. Leaving Caroline in doubt things would have gotten much more intense had the situation allowed. That sheâd almost certainly have experienced a caress only a woman could provide.
âBut I can see. From that far away look in your eyes. From the way your body reacts. I wasnât wrong in my assumptions, Rebecca added. As she slipped her hand down between Carolineâs thighs. As she allowed it to rest upon Carolineâs crotch.
âMmmppphhhhâ, Caroline squealed once more. Her face becoming increasingly flushed. For up until that moment. Sheâd not realised just how moist her panties had become. How obvious her arousal had become.
âIs everything okay in thereâ, Eleanor called out. Concern in her voice. A need to ensure that both her precious lover and trusted personal assistant we safe and well. Undeniable.
âOh yes Mistress. Iâm just making sure Caroline knows just how to act. How to display her shock and nervousnessâ, Rebecca responded. Smirking broadly. Heading back over towards the little red bag one final time.
âVery well. Just donât take too much longer. I want to get Caroline home as quickly as possibleâ, Eleanor commented. Though she made no attempt to enter the office. Showed no interest in what was happening behind the closed door.
âWeâll be ready shortly Mistress. Promiseâ, Rebecca acknowledged. Stepping up close to Caroline once more.
âShhhhhh. Not so loud. Letâs keep this a secret just between us. For nowâ, Rebecca whispered.
âAfter all Iâm sure you know exactly what this. And just how it can be used to ensure the right reactionsâ, Rebecca added. Pressing a small but interestingly shaped object against Carolineâs crotch. Itâs vibrations slow and steady.
âMmmmmmmmmmâ, Caroline responded weakly. Her eyes fluttering momentarily. Before closing. Her body reacting of its own accord.
âThere. Thatâs my girl. Youâll be perfect fodder for the camera. For those members that will remain oblivious to your state of arousalâ, Rebecca remarked. When without warning she slipped her hand inside Carolineâs nylons and panties. When without warning she slipped the vibrator inside Carolineâs wet. Wanting womanhood.
âAaaahhhhhhhhhhhâ, Caroline moaned sweetly. As her body shuddered. As her legs trembled.
âThatâs right enjoy the feeling. But be warned. It will arrive and disappear as I see fit. As and when I believe the scene requires a soft moan. Or loud squeal. A pathetic little whimper. Or high pitched gaspâ, Rebecca advised. Even as she began to apply one last rope. As she worked it around Carolineâs waist. Just where the upper hem of her skirt would sit.
âOoooâŚooohhhhâŚooo..hhhhhâ, Caroline faintly moaned. When the rope passed between her legs. When it slipped into her womanhood. Pushing the slowly vibrating toy hard against her sweet spot.
âAh. It would seem I was right. This little rope will ensure your little guest wonât slip. Will remain exactly where you desire the mostâ, Rebecca informed. Whilst tightly tying of Carolineâs crotch rope. Giving it one last tug before lowering her skirt. Before hiding her actions.
âOkay Mistress. Coming ready or notâ, Rebecca called out. In her normal light hearted, cheeky little manner.