Who's The Dom(mme)? (M/F)
Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2019 6:44 pm
Note: Hubby's latest story does have an adult situation toward the end of the last chapter, which is why this story is being placed here.
Tagging [mention]Tightsbound[/mention] [mention]herdfaninrva[/mention] [mention][Caesar73][/mention] [mention]Bandit666[/mention] [mention]Mask6190[/mention]
Also, the picture of "Vicki" at the bottom is just a picture we saw on the net, lol.
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Vicki, also known as "Mistress Victoria" only took a couple moment to check herself out in the mirror fastened to the door of the large, mostly bare, room. Her black leather corset did an excellent job of showing off her exceptional curves; her black stockings allowed just a hint of her pink flesh beneath, and her black high heels gave her added height...which, given that she stood nearly six feet tall without shoes, was very impressive.
Her dark, straight hair went to her shoulders. She had soft, brown eyes, but she could glare quite effectively with them. And she had practice. The only bright color on her was her ruby red lipstick. She didn't know how much longer she could play a Dominatrix, though she hoped at 35 she wasn't getting too old.
She had enough customers to suggest she wasn't. With that thought, she took a quick glance around the room. On one side, a new, firm futon was up against the wall, with a small table on the right. On that table lay several neatly coiled ropes, a small switch, a paddle, a leather belt, folded; a ballgag, and a blindfold. Across from the door were a wide range of whips, clamps, and paddles, with a clock in the middle. Three sets of wrist and ankle manacles were attached to the wall opposite the couch; in the middle of the room was a metal table, with a row of small holes near each side. A small tray was attached, with two nipple clamps. And just a few feet in front of the table a long rope hung from a pulley in the ceiling.
Near the door, a long, heavy safe faced the room.
"Everything is in place," Vicki thought to herself. "Except..." She hurried over to the clock, which showed the time at being two minutes before 2PM. She moved the big hand forward, to show the time being ten minutes after two.
Vicki smiled to herself as she left the large room, going into a smaller one, at the front of the apartment. Again, there was a couch against one wall, with a small metal desk in the middle of the room, facing the front door, with a small, wooden chair with a solid back in front, and a metal chair behind the desk. The wall opposite the couch had two doors; one to a closet and the other to the bathroom. Between the doors was a clock, which also gave the time at two minutes before 2PM. Again, smiling, Vicki moved the big hand to read ten after 2PM.
Vicki walked to the front door. She glanced at the wall clock, now showing the incorrect time of twelve past 2PM. She heard a light tapping. The blinds were drawn, no one could see in. She smiled again, waiting a moment, so her customer didn't know she was already there. Then, she turned her smile into a scowl, and opened the door.
Fred Burris, 27, stood timidly in the doorway. The look did not suit him; he was quite muscular, and had a handsome face, with blue eyes and shortly cropped blonde hair. He wore a short sleeved white collared dress shirt, black pants, and expensive, dark shoes. "Come in, Fred," Vicki said, coldly. He did as ordered, confused at Vicki's attitude.
Vicki locked the door behind them. "I require a great deal," she said harshly, "from my clients. At the top of the list is respect." Fred straightened up his posture, his surprise obvious. "I've always been respectful, Mistress! When have I--" Vicki raised a finger to her lips; Fred immediately stopped talking. "Respect starts with being on time, Fred," Vicki said. She pointed at the clock on the wall. "Our time together was to start over ten minutes ago." Fred stared at the clock, then his watch. "Mistress, I have 2PM sharp." He looked up at her hopefully. "I see," Vicki replied, moving past him, now standing in front of her desk, next to the chair for customers. "So, you're saying that I am..." She paused, and turned around, looking him in the eye. "...wrong?"
"Well, " Fred said, looking at his watch, "it's just that my watch--" Vicky interrupted, snapping at him. "Your watch is right, and stupid Mistress is wrong and can't tell time, is that it?" Fred put his arms down to his sides. "No ma'am!," he said quickly. "You know the time, and I was late!"
Vicki shook her head. "You have my tribute?," she asked in a disgusted voice. Fred nodded eagerly, pulling out an envelope and handing it to her. Vicki snatched it away, and looked inside. "Yes," she thought to herself, "Five hundred exactly!" She was excited about the amount, but didn't show it, only glaring at Fred. "I'm glad you at least got the amount right. All right, let's go."
Vicki led Fred into the back room, causally dropping the envelope in the slot near the top of the safe. Fred glanced around the room, happy see the Torture Table out, with the nipple clamps on the tray.
He followed her to the front of the couch, trying not to smile--Mistress would not approve!--as he watched her pick up a coil of rope. He anxiously waited her order for him to undress.
It did not come.
"I don't want you to be late again, so I'm going to help you remember," she said as she turned around, facing him. Fred looked up at Vicki, trying not to lust--too much--over her, taking in her dark hair, red lipsticked lips, black corset and stockings. He appreciated her black high heels as well, but now needed to keep his eyes on hers, as per policy. "What punishment?," he thought. "I bet this is gonna be good!" Vicki could tell he was trying not to break out in a grin. Now it was time to spoil his day. "Sorry, kid," she thought to herself.
"Your punishment, Fred" she said, "will be actual punishment. It's not something you'll enjoy. But you won't forget, either. She offered him the rope in her hand.
"I don't get it," Fred said, confused.
"Take. The. Rope," Vicki replied, sternly.
Fred took the rope, not sure what to think. Vicki scowled at him. "Since you found it necessary to disrespect me by being late, your punishment requires you to show me a different kind of attention today." She raised her right leg up, and pulled off her shoe, then raised her left leg, and took off the other shoe.
She still was over an inch taller than Fred.
She smiled to herself at the look of confusion, and dread, on Fred's face, but continued to glare.
"Today, you must tie me up," she said calmly.
"Um, Mistress, I'm not sure I can, I mean, I don't think--" Fred's stammering was interrupted by Vicki; her eyes widened, her face turned angry. "You don't think you need to obey me??," she snapped at him. "You don't think you have to pay a price for insulting me? You need to think again!"
Fred cowered in shock, fearful she might end their relationship. He both feared--and hoped, a little--she would strike him. But tying her? "I'll accept punishment, Mistress," he said, " but shouldn't you tie me? And do what you want, to me?"
"What I want to do to you," she said sternly, "is make you understand what happens when you fail me, like you did by being late." Vicki spun around on her heel, and crossed her wrists behind her back. "Tie my hands, and stop arguing. You can obey or leave."
Fred nervously tied one end of the rope around Vicki's right wrist. He then began to coil, loosely, the rope around both wrists. "Tighter than that, Fred," Vicki commanded. "I better have rope marks when this is over. " Fred nodded, even though Vicki couldn't see him. He pulled the rope tighter, then cinched it off.
"Good boy," Vicki said. "Now, take a long piece of rope from the table, and tie my arms just below my breasts." Fred swallowed hard. "Mistress, your hands are already tied, I shouldn't--" Vicki interrupted again, hoping she could keep on hiding her amusement, and keep letting Fred think she was annoyed with him. "You shouldn't be late, Fred, that's what you shouldn't do. You shouldn't argue with me. Stop making your punishment worse, and tie my arms, AS ORDERED!"
"Yes, ma'am," Fred replied, hurrying to the table, and picking up a long piece of rope. He showed it to Vicki for her approval. She nodded. "That'll be fine. Now tie me." Fred quickly moved to the right of Vicki, and began to tie the rope around her elbow. Vicki looked down at him with a serious look on her face. "You need to tie me pretty tight," she said. "This isn't a game. This is the punishment you bought with your lateness."
Fred nodded. "I apologize for being late, Mistress, but please, let me know if I'm tying you too tight, I'm trying to do my best." Vicki could tell he was; Fred tied her arms very tight to her sides. More than was comfortable...which Vicki planned to use for unnerving Fred.
"It is a little too tight," she said, "but it should be too tight. And you'll just have to accept you're responsible." Before Fred could try and untie her arms, as Vicki could tell he wanted to, she walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Because you're so little, " she continued, "you'll have to continue with us sitting down." She looked up at Fred. "Well," she said, "sit next to me, and stop lollygagging!" Fred quickly sat next to her. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, looking away.
"Look at me, boy, " Vicki commanded.
Fred quickly looked at Vicki. Again, Vicki smiled to herself, but continued to give Fred a serious look. Fred wasn't really short; she was just a bit taller. In the heels she had taken off moments earlier, she was a lot taller. She did enjoy towering over him. "You're not nearly done," Vicki said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "You need to finish tying me up. Next, you're going to tie my arms ABOVE my breasts." To her surprise, Fred merely nodded in agreement, though meekly. He silently stood up, walked to the table next to them, took another piece of rope, sat down again, and started to tie her arm. "The better you tie me," she continued, "the less likely you'll ever have to do anything more."
Fred tied Vicki's arms tighter than he had before. "What do you mean, Mistress?," he asked, reluctantly. Vicki could tell he was worried she was going to rebuke him again; she didn't think it was necessary. "You're going to tie me up, so I'm helpless," she said. Fred winced a the thought, even though he understood by now that's what was happening. "As long as you don't disappoint me further, you won't have to actually hurt me."
Vicki's arms were now bound tightly, both above and below her breasts. "Mistress, I'm not sure I could do that...hurt you, I mean," Fred said. Vicki shot him an angry look. Before she could say anything, Fred continued. "You always said you would respect my limits, and hurting you, I'm pretty sure, is past those limits." Vicki nodded. "Yes I did. And we sometimes test those limits, don't we?"
Fred took a deep breath. The limits she spoke of was how much pain he could take. "Hurting you would be different, Mistress. Please don't test me that way." Vicki narrowed her eyes at Fred. "Then don't make me test you that way." She looked at her legs. "I'm not completely helpless, Fred. Get to work."
"Yes, ma'am", Fred said, getting on his knees, and began tying Vicki's legs, just below the knees. "Don't forget, " she said, "As tight as you can, both above and below the knees." Fred nodded. Vicki could tell Fred was determined not to let her down again--she felt a little guilty about tricking him into thinking he was late. "It's worth it," she kept thinking to herself. After tying her legs, Fred starting tying her ankles, also tightly. "Didn't even have to tell him," Vicki thought to herself. "Good for you, kid."
"This is pretty tight, Fred," Vicki said. "It's all tight." Fred took a deep breath. "Is it satisfactory, Mistress?," he asked. "It's very tight, and uncomfortable, just as I ordered," she replied. "I want you to know, " she continued, "if you let me down again, you'll have to tie me even tighter. That'll hurt me. You WILL have to stretch your limits."
Fred looked down. "I understand, Mistress," he said. "I'll be on time from now on."
"Fred," Vicki said, "I want you to look at me. Take in this sight. Look carefully, and keep in mind, I'm helpless, because of you." Fred sighed, and did so--looking up and down at Vicki's body; seeing her in the black corset, black stockings, and black heels. He noted her dark hair around her shoulders, and red lips. And the bondage! He had tied her quite tight; wrists behind her back,arms tied at her sides, above and below her breasts; legs tied above and below the knees; and of course, her ankles.
Vicki struggled against her ropes, occasionally closing her eyes, and always stealing glances at Fred. She could see his continued nervousness--but was there also a hint of excitement? She realized she needed to raise the notch just a bit higher.
"But I'm not quite helpless, am I, Fred?," she asked. "You're....tied up, Mistress," Fred replied. "I mean, you're helpless. I wouldn't do it, of course, but anyone else could do whatever they wanted to you." Just saying the words did give Fred excitement, and it was excitement he couldn't hide from Vicki. She frowned at him, though she was chuckling to herself on the inside.
"I can yell for help, Fred," she said. "And I can see what you're doing." Fred leaned back into the couch. "You mean you're not bound and gagged, just...bound...," he replied in a soft voice. Vicki smiled. "Very good, Fred, but you're only half right. I'm not gagged, and I'm not...." Fred realized Vicki expected him to complete the sentence. "Blindfolded," he said. "You're not gagged or blindfolded."
"I told you," Vicki said, returning to a stern demeanor, "your punishment is to make me helpless. You haven't done that yet. You'll find what you need on the table," she continued, moving her head towards the table by the couch. As Fred walked to the table, Vicki again tested the ropes binding her "Wonder how long I can keep this up," she said to herself. "This is more fun than I imagined!" Fred picked up the ballgag and blindfold, and looked with pleading eyes at Vicki. "Yes," she said, you'll have to put them on me."
Fred walked past her, and sat down. Sighing, he put down the blindfold next to him an held up the ballgag. "First, though, I need to give you instructions. Pay attention, Fred," Vicki ordered. Fred nodded. "Yes, Mistress," he said. Vicki looked in his eyes, giving a firm look. "First, you'll lie me down, across your lap. Do you understand?"
Fred's eyes widened. "Your lap?" Vicki nodded. "Yes. You'll lie me over your lap, as it you were going to spank me."
Fred took a silent gulp. "A spanking, Mistress? But you just said--"
Vicki interrupted him. "Or a whipping. Maybe even a switching."
Fred's face went white. "Oh, PLEASE, Mistress!! Punish me by switching ME!!"
Vicki rolled her eyes. "You're not going to switch me, or even spank me. Just put me over your lap, as if you were. Then I'll give you more instructions. But if you can't obey, then yes, you'll have to spank me...or worse."
Fred nodded. "I understand," he said.
"Put me across your lap. Now," Vicky ordered.
Fred took Vicki by the shoulders, forcing his fingers between the ropes just above her breasts,binding her arms to her sides (and feeling the ropes binding even tighter, see her breasts stand out even more, pressing against her corset) and pulled her across his lap, with her butt to his immediate right.
"Fred," Vicki said, sternly," pick up the paddle."
Vicki, lying on his lap, could feel Fred freeze in place.
"Do you have the paddle?," she demanded.
Fred picked it up, in the reluctant manner he would a deadly snake. "Yes, Ma'am," he said.
"Raise it over my butt, Fred, like you're going to whack me as hard as possible."
Fred raised the paddle, as ordered. "It's raised, Mistress," he said in a whisper. "Very high."
"Good boy, Fred!," Vicki said approvingly. "Now, remember, if you disappoint me again, you could find yourself having me right here on your life, bound like I am, gagged too, with you being REQUIRED to paddle me as hard as you can. Understand?"
Fred nodded, though Vicki couldn't see him, lying across his lap. "Yes, I understand," he said quickly, realizing this. "Good," Vicki continued, "now, I want you to spend the next few minutes, looking at me, and imagining yourself paddling me. Whipping me. Switching me. But first, you need to blindfold and gag me. I mean now, Fred!"
Fred quickly, though reluctantly, picked up the blindfold--a simple sleep mask--and slid it over Vicki's head. "That's good, Fred," she said. "Now gag me, and make it secure. Take it off after ten minutes. Watch the clock! Too early means a whipping...for me." Fred picked up the red ballgag and moved it towards Vicki's mouth. He could see the edge of her red lips, and that they were open. He gently slid the ball in her mouth, then quickly fastened it in place.
Once the gag was secure, Vicki began struggling, writhing and fighting the ropes binding her. Fred had to hold her in place, holding on to one of the ropes tying her arms, and wrapping his other arm around her upper legs, hoping she wouldn't be offended by being so touched. In addition to struggling hard, Vicki kept raising and lowering her bound legs. Fred let go of her thighs, and grabbed her tied ankles, preventing Vicki from lowering her legs.
Fred watched Vicki continue to struggle, though holding her ankles made it more difficult. She made mewing noises through her gag; Fred realized she wasn't trying to say anything. He hoped that was a good sign, and meant she wasn't feeling betrayed by his holding her ankles without permission.
He watched her slender body strain against the bonds, finding himself thankful she was dressed in all black; the tight corset and stockings made her look very sexy; tied up as she was even more so.
And then Fred glanced at the clock.
Almost 15 minutes had passed. Five minutes longer than Mistress had ordered.
Shocked back into the moment--this was supposed to be his punishment!--he let loose of Vicki's ankles, and desperately began to untie her wrists. He shook his head in dismay, watching himself work in slow motion, almost as if he was watching someone else's hands. As soon as he pulled the rope away from Mistress's hands, he undid her ballgag. As it fell away, he realized she hadn't really said anything, just kept making "mmmph" noises.
Thinking himself and idiot, Fred slid the blindfold off her. He was certain once she saw the clock, he would be forced to whip Mistress...or worse. To his amazement, as he undid the ropes tying her arms, all she said was "Good job."
Fred was elated. Vicki saw that after she turned around, still on his lap, but said nothing. She pushed her butt off his lap, so now her bound legs sat on them. She looked up at him, frowning. "Well, finish untying me, boy. You're not done yet." Fred nodded. "Yes, Ma'am," he replied, quickly untying first the ropes binding Vicki's thighs, just above her knees, the her legs, just below. As he began untying Vicky's ankles, Vicki leaned back slightly. "You handled the first part of your punishment, well, Fred," she said. "Let's hope you can handle the second part without trouble." Untied, she swung her legs off of Fred's lap, stood up, picked up the ballgag, blindfold, and belt, and walked over to the table in the middle of the room.
Fred followed.
"You've been tied to this table quite a bit, Fred," Vicki said. Fred merely nodded, afraid of what was coming next. Vicki shook her head. "It's a shame you were late." She looked directly at him, smiling inwardly, to herself, at how uncomfortable he was.
"Yes, Fred," she continued. "You'll have to tie me to the Torture Table." Without giving Fred a chance to protest, she handed him a short piece of rope, and crossed her wrists in front of her. "Tie me," she ordered. "Tie me up, now."
To be continued....
Tagging [mention]Tightsbound[/mention] [mention]herdfaninrva[/mention] [mention][Caesar73][/mention] [mention]Bandit666[/mention] [mention]Mask6190[/mention]
Also, the picture of "Vicki" at the bottom is just a picture we saw on the net, lol.
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Vicki, also known as "Mistress Victoria" only took a couple moment to check herself out in the mirror fastened to the door of the large, mostly bare, room. Her black leather corset did an excellent job of showing off her exceptional curves; her black stockings allowed just a hint of her pink flesh beneath, and her black high heels gave her added height...which, given that she stood nearly six feet tall without shoes, was very impressive.
Her dark, straight hair went to her shoulders. She had soft, brown eyes, but she could glare quite effectively with them. And she had practice. The only bright color on her was her ruby red lipstick. She didn't know how much longer she could play a Dominatrix, though she hoped at 35 she wasn't getting too old.
She had enough customers to suggest she wasn't. With that thought, she took a quick glance around the room. On one side, a new, firm futon was up against the wall, with a small table on the right. On that table lay several neatly coiled ropes, a small switch, a paddle, a leather belt, folded; a ballgag, and a blindfold. Across from the door were a wide range of whips, clamps, and paddles, with a clock in the middle. Three sets of wrist and ankle manacles were attached to the wall opposite the couch; in the middle of the room was a metal table, with a row of small holes near each side. A small tray was attached, with two nipple clamps. And just a few feet in front of the table a long rope hung from a pulley in the ceiling.
Near the door, a long, heavy safe faced the room.
"Everything is in place," Vicki thought to herself. "Except..." She hurried over to the clock, which showed the time at being two minutes before 2PM. She moved the big hand forward, to show the time being ten minutes after two.
Vicki smiled to herself as she left the large room, going into a smaller one, at the front of the apartment. Again, there was a couch against one wall, with a small metal desk in the middle of the room, facing the front door, with a small, wooden chair with a solid back in front, and a metal chair behind the desk. The wall opposite the couch had two doors; one to a closet and the other to the bathroom. Between the doors was a clock, which also gave the time at two minutes before 2PM. Again, smiling, Vicki moved the big hand to read ten after 2PM.
Vicki walked to the front door. She glanced at the wall clock, now showing the incorrect time of twelve past 2PM. She heard a light tapping. The blinds were drawn, no one could see in. She smiled again, waiting a moment, so her customer didn't know she was already there. Then, she turned her smile into a scowl, and opened the door.
Fred Burris, 27, stood timidly in the doorway. The look did not suit him; he was quite muscular, and had a handsome face, with blue eyes and shortly cropped blonde hair. He wore a short sleeved white collared dress shirt, black pants, and expensive, dark shoes. "Come in, Fred," Vicki said, coldly. He did as ordered, confused at Vicki's attitude.
Vicki locked the door behind them. "I require a great deal," she said harshly, "from my clients. At the top of the list is respect." Fred straightened up his posture, his surprise obvious. "I've always been respectful, Mistress! When have I--" Vicki raised a finger to her lips; Fred immediately stopped talking. "Respect starts with being on time, Fred," Vicki said. She pointed at the clock on the wall. "Our time together was to start over ten minutes ago." Fred stared at the clock, then his watch. "Mistress, I have 2PM sharp." He looked up at her hopefully. "I see," Vicki replied, moving past him, now standing in front of her desk, next to the chair for customers. "So, you're saying that I am..." She paused, and turned around, looking him in the eye. "...wrong?"
"Well, " Fred said, looking at his watch, "it's just that my watch--" Vicky interrupted, snapping at him. "Your watch is right, and stupid Mistress is wrong and can't tell time, is that it?" Fred put his arms down to his sides. "No ma'am!," he said quickly. "You know the time, and I was late!"
Vicki shook her head. "You have my tribute?," she asked in a disgusted voice. Fred nodded eagerly, pulling out an envelope and handing it to her. Vicki snatched it away, and looked inside. "Yes," she thought to herself, "Five hundred exactly!" She was excited about the amount, but didn't show it, only glaring at Fred. "I'm glad you at least got the amount right. All right, let's go."
Vicki led Fred into the back room, causally dropping the envelope in the slot near the top of the safe. Fred glanced around the room, happy see the Torture Table out, with the nipple clamps on the tray.
He followed her to the front of the couch, trying not to smile--Mistress would not approve!--as he watched her pick up a coil of rope. He anxiously waited her order for him to undress.
It did not come.
"I don't want you to be late again, so I'm going to help you remember," she said as she turned around, facing him. Fred looked up at Vicki, trying not to lust--too much--over her, taking in her dark hair, red lipsticked lips, black corset and stockings. He appreciated her black high heels as well, but now needed to keep his eyes on hers, as per policy. "What punishment?," he thought. "I bet this is gonna be good!" Vicki could tell he was trying not to break out in a grin. Now it was time to spoil his day. "Sorry, kid," she thought to herself.
"Your punishment, Fred" she said, "will be actual punishment. It's not something you'll enjoy. But you won't forget, either. She offered him the rope in her hand.
"I don't get it," Fred said, confused.
"Take. The. Rope," Vicki replied, sternly.
Fred took the rope, not sure what to think. Vicki scowled at him. "Since you found it necessary to disrespect me by being late, your punishment requires you to show me a different kind of attention today." She raised her right leg up, and pulled off her shoe, then raised her left leg, and took off the other shoe.
She still was over an inch taller than Fred.
She smiled to herself at the look of confusion, and dread, on Fred's face, but continued to glare.
"Today, you must tie me up," she said calmly.
"Um, Mistress, I'm not sure I can, I mean, I don't think--" Fred's stammering was interrupted by Vicki; her eyes widened, her face turned angry. "You don't think you need to obey me??," she snapped at him. "You don't think you have to pay a price for insulting me? You need to think again!"
Fred cowered in shock, fearful she might end their relationship. He both feared--and hoped, a little--she would strike him. But tying her? "I'll accept punishment, Mistress," he said, " but shouldn't you tie me? And do what you want, to me?"
"What I want to do to you," she said sternly, "is make you understand what happens when you fail me, like you did by being late." Vicki spun around on her heel, and crossed her wrists behind her back. "Tie my hands, and stop arguing. You can obey or leave."
Fred nervously tied one end of the rope around Vicki's right wrist. He then began to coil, loosely, the rope around both wrists. "Tighter than that, Fred," Vicki commanded. "I better have rope marks when this is over. " Fred nodded, even though Vicki couldn't see him. He pulled the rope tighter, then cinched it off.
"Good boy," Vicki said. "Now, take a long piece of rope from the table, and tie my arms just below my breasts." Fred swallowed hard. "Mistress, your hands are already tied, I shouldn't--" Vicki interrupted again, hoping she could keep on hiding her amusement, and keep letting Fred think she was annoyed with him. "You shouldn't be late, Fred, that's what you shouldn't do. You shouldn't argue with me. Stop making your punishment worse, and tie my arms, AS ORDERED!"
"Yes, ma'am," Fred replied, hurrying to the table, and picking up a long piece of rope. He showed it to Vicki for her approval. She nodded. "That'll be fine. Now tie me." Fred quickly moved to the right of Vicki, and began to tie the rope around her elbow. Vicki looked down at him with a serious look on her face. "You need to tie me pretty tight," she said. "This isn't a game. This is the punishment you bought with your lateness."
Fred nodded. "I apologize for being late, Mistress, but please, let me know if I'm tying you too tight, I'm trying to do my best." Vicki could tell he was; Fred tied her arms very tight to her sides. More than was comfortable...which Vicki planned to use for unnerving Fred.
"It is a little too tight," she said, "but it should be too tight. And you'll just have to accept you're responsible." Before Fred could try and untie her arms, as Vicki could tell he wanted to, she walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Because you're so little, " she continued, "you'll have to continue with us sitting down." She looked up at Fred. "Well," she said, "sit next to me, and stop lollygagging!" Fred quickly sat next to her. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, looking away.
"Look at me, boy, " Vicki commanded.
Fred quickly looked at Vicki. Again, Vicki smiled to herself, but continued to give Fred a serious look. Fred wasn't really short; she was just a bit taller. In the heels she had taken off moments earlier, she was a lot taller. She did enjoy towering over him. "You're not nearly done," Vicki said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "You need to finish tying me up. Next, you're going to tie my arms ABOVE my breasts." To her surprise, Fred merely nodded in agreement, though meekly. He silently stood up, walked to the table next to them, took another piece of rope, sat down again, and started to tie her arm. "The better you tie me," she continued, "the less likely you'll ever have to do anything more."
Fred tied Vicki's arms tighter than he had before. "What do you mean, Mistress?," he asked, reluctantly. Vicki could tell he was worried she was going to rebuke him again; she didn't think it was necessary. "You're going to tie me up, so I'm helpless," she said. Fred winced a the thought, even though he understood by now that's what was happening. "As long as you don't disappoint me further, you won't have to actually hurt me."
Vicki's arms were now bound tightly, both above and below her breasts. "Mistress, I'm not sure I could do that...hurt you, I mean," Fred said. Vicki shot him an angry look. Before she could say anything, Fred continued. "You always said you would respect my limits, and hurting you, I'm pretty sure, is past those limits." Vicki nodded. "Yes I did. And we sometimes test those limits, don't we?"
Fred took a deep breath. The limits she spoke of was how much pain he could take. "Hurting you would be different, Mistress. Please don't test me that way." Vicki narrowed her eyes at Fred. "Then don't make me test you that way." She looked at her legs. "I'm not completely helpless, Fred. Get to work."
"Yes, ma'am", Fred said, getting on his knees, and began tying Vicki's legs, just below the knees. "Don't forget, " she said, "As tight as you can, both above and below the knees." Fred nodded. Vicki could tell Fred was determined not to let her down again--she felt a little guilty about tricking him into thinking he was late. "It's worth it," she kept thinking to herself. After tying her legs, Fred starting tying her ankles, also tightly. "Didn't even have to tell him," Vicki thought to herself. "Good for you, kid."
"This is pretty tight, Fred," Vicki said. "It's all tight." Fred took a deep breath. "Is it satisfactory, Mistress?," he asked. "It's very tight, and uncomfortable, just as I ordered," she replied. "I want you to know, " she continued, "if you let me down again, you'll have to tie me even tighter. That'll hurt me. You WILL have to stretch your limits."
Fred looked down. "I understand, Mistress," he said. "I'll be on time from now on."
"Fred," Vicki said, "I want you to look at me. Take in this sight. Look carefully, and keep in mind, I'm helpless, because of you." Fred sighed, and did so--looking up and down at Vicki's body; seeing her in the black corset, black stockings, and black heels. He noted her dark hair around her shoulders, and red lips. And the bondage! He had tied her quite tight; wrists behind her back,arms tied at her sides, above and below her breasts; legs tied above and below the knees; and of course, her ankles.
Vicki struggled against her ropes, occasionally closing her eyes, and always stealing glances at Fred. She could see his continued nervousness--but was there also a hint of excitement? She realized she needed to raise the notch just a bit higher.
"But I'm not quite helpless, am I, Fred?," she asked. "You're....tied up, Mistress," Fred replied. "I mean, you're helpless. I wouldn't do it, of course, but anyone else could do whatever they wanted to you." Just saying the words did give Fred excitement, and it was excitement he couldn't hide from Vicki. She frowned at him, though she was chuckling to herself on the inside.
"I can yell for help, Fred," she said. "And I can see what you're doing." Fred leaned back into the couch. "You mean you're not bound and gagged, just...bound...," he replied in a soft voice. Vicki smiled. "Very good, Fred, but you're only half right. I'm not gagged, and I'm not...." Fred realized Vicki expected him to complete the sentence. "Blindfolded," he said. "You're not gagged or blindfolded."
"I told you," Vicki said, returning to a stern demeanor, "your punishment is to make me helpless. You haven't done that yet. You'll find what you need on the table," she continued, moving her head towards the table by the couch. As Fred walked to the table, Vicki again tested the ropes binding her "Wonder how long I can keep this up," she said to herself. "This is more fun than I imagined!" Fred picked up the ballgag and blindfold, and looked with pleading eyes at Vicki. "Yes," she said, you'll have to put them on me."
Fred walked past her, and sat down. Sighing, he put down the blindfold next to him an held up the ballgag. "First, though, I need to give you instructions. Pay attention, Fred," Vicki ordered. Fred nodded. "Yes, Mistress," he said. Vicki looked in his eyes, giving a firm look. "First, you'll lie me down, across your lap. Do you understand?"
Fred's eyes widened. "Your lap?" Vicki nodded. "Yes. You'll lie me over your lap, as it you were going to spank me."
Fred took a silent gulp. "A spanking, Mistress? But you just said--"
Vicki interrupted him. "Or a whipping. Maybe even a switching."
Fred's face went white. "Oh, PLEASE, Mistress!! Punish me by switching ME!!"
Vicki rolled her eyes. "You're not going to switch me, or even spank me. Just put me over your lap, as if you were. Then I'll give you more instructions. But if you can't obey, then yes, you'll have to spank me...or worse."
Fred nodded. "I understand," he said.
"Put me across your lap. Now," Vicky ordered.
Fred took Vicki by the shoulders, forcing his fingers between the ropes just above her breasts,binding her arms to her sides (and feeling the ropes binding even tighter, see her breasts stand out even more, pressing against her corset) and pulled her across his lap, with her butt to his immediate right.
"Fred," Vicki said, sternly," pick up the paddle."
Vicki, lying on his lap, could feel Fred freeze in place.
"Do you have the paddle?," she demanded.
Fred picked it up, in the reluctant manner he would a deadly snake. "Yes, Ma'am," he said.
"Raise it over my butt, Fred, like you're going to whack me as hard as possible."
Fred raised the paddle, as ordered. "It's raised, Mistress," he said in a whisper. "Very high."
"Good boy, Fred!," Vicki said approvingly. "Now, remember, if you disappoint me again, you could find yourself having me right here on your life, bound like I am, gagged too, with you being REQUIRED to paddle me as hard as you can. Understand?"
Fred nodded, though Vicki couldn't see him, lying across his lap. "Yes, I understand," he said quickly, realizing this. "Good," Vicki continued, "now, I want you to spend the next few minutes, looking at me, and imagining yourself paddling me. Whipping me. Switching me. But first, you need to blindfold and gag me. I mean now, Fred!"
Fred quickly, though reluctantly, picked up the blindfold--a simple sleep mask--and slid it over Vicki's head. "That's good, Fred," she said. "Now gag me, and make it secure. Take it off after ten minutes. Watch the clock! Too early means a whipping...for me." Fred picked up the red ballgag and moved it towards Vicki's mouth. He could see the edge of her red lips, and that they were open. He gently slid the ball in her mouth, then quickly fastened it in place.
Once the gag was secure, Vicki began struggling, writhing and fighting the ropes binding her. Fred had to hold her in place, holding on to one of the ropes tying her arms, and wrapping his other arm around her upper legs, hoping she wouldn't be offended by being so touched. In addition to struggling hard, Vicki kept raising and lowering her bound legs. Fred let go of her thighs, and grabbed her tied ankles, preventing Vicki from lowering her legs.
Fred watched Vicki continue to struggle, though holding her ankles made it more difficult. She made mewing noises through her gag; Fred realized she wasn't trying to say anything. He hoped that was a good sign, and meant she wasn't feeling betrayed by his holding her ankles without permission.
He watched her slender body strain against the bonds, finding himself thankful she was dressed in all black; the tight corset and stockings made her look very sexy; tied up as she was even more so.
And then Fred glanced at the clock.
Almost 15 minutes had passed. Five minutes longer than Mistress had ordered.
Shocked back into the moment--this was supposed to be his punishment!--he let loose of Vicki's ankles, and desperately began to untie her wrists. He shook his head in dismay, watching himself work in slow motion, almost as if he was watching someone else's hands. As soon as he pulled the rope away from Mistress's hands, he undid her ballgag. As it fell away, he realized she hadn't really said anything, just kept making "mmmph" noises.
Thinking himself and idiot, Fred slid the blindfold off her. He was certain once she saw the clock, he would be forced to whip Mistress...or worse. To his amazement, as he undid the ropes tying her arms, all she said was "Good job."
Fred was elated. Vicki saw that after she turned around, still on his lap, but said nothing. She pushed her butt off his lap, so now her bound legs sat on them. She looked up at him, frowning. "Well, finish untying me, boy. You're not done yet." Fred nodded. "Yes, Ma'am," he replied, quickly untying first the ropes binding Vicki's thighs, just above her knees, the her legs, just below. As he began untying Vicky's ankles, Vicki leaned back slightly. "You handled the first part of your punishment, well, Fred," she said. "Let's hope you can handle the second part without trouble." Untied, she swung her legs off of Fred's lap, stood up, picked up the ballgag, blindfold, and belt, and walked over to the table in the middle of the room.
Fred followed.
"You've been tied to this table quite a bit, Fred," Vicki said. Fred merely nodded, afraid of what was coming next. Vicki shook her head. "It's a shame you were late." She looked directly at him, smiling inwardly, to herself, at how uncomfortable he was.
"Yes, Fred," she continued. "You'll have to tie me to the Torture Table." Without giving Fred a chance to protest, she handed him a short piece of rope, and crossed her wrists in front of her. "Tie me," she ordered. "Tie me up, now."
To be continued....