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Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, i must willingly admit that this opening 'gambit' in this, my latest tale, is rather short. But, it 'sets the scene,' as it were.
OWNED
No doubt about it, this was the most humiliating moment of my entire life to date. I stood there at the end of my bed, a rather large, utterly luxurious four poster affair virtually naked, all that I was adorned in being a satin suspender belt and the very sheer nylon stockings that it held up. Not even any panties, my pussy being fully exposed and open therefore, as were my tits, not being supported by a bra, I was completely topless. And when I say that I was standing there, now that wasn’t the complete picture here. For you see, I had been tied in a spread-eagled form to the bed’s frame, in a manner that rendered me totally helpless, not being able to escape from the bonds that I’d been placed within, bonds between my wrists, ankles and the bedframe that were utterly secure, but had been expertly applied, not being too tight for instance, and presented no danger to my blood circulation for example.
I had been fastened facing inwards, so I had an unrestricted view of the young lady, well, when I say ‘lady,’ I use the term as one of convenience and not of respect, as she lay on the satin sheet that normally covered my bedroom furniture, her legs also covered in the nylon of a set of MY stockings, pleasuring herself with MY vibrator! For this was my captor, it was her who had tied my body to the bed, making me very aware that she had, as she had eloquently put it, a night of ‘entertainment’ in mind for me, subject to me now being within her hands and power.
Suddenly her body appeared to ‘freeze’ as an almost primeval scream of pleasure resounded within the room, she had obliviously induced a climax for herself with the wand. I guess that you could say it had just performed some ‘magic’ for her as she shook for a period of time, thoroughly enjoying just what she had conjured up. But there was another purpose that she had in mind apart from giving herself a dose of ecstasy. For those stockings and suspenders weren’t the only items that she’d helped herself to from my extensive lingerie collection, no the pure satin panties that she’d worn throughout this entire process also belonged to me. And one could argue that, in a way, she planned to return them to me now, all covered in her sexual juices. Yes, it was her intention to now place them within my mouth, and after she’d removed them from her own body, in they went, to be held in position there by a belt from one of my satin dressing gowns tied around my head.
“My, my, how have the mighty fallen, slut?” Goading my helpless position, almost placing her face into my own. “Bound and now gagged as well, awaiting just what I have planned for you, unable to prevent those intentions in any way. Oh, what fun we are going to have?”
Like I say I’d never been so humiliated in my entire life. But here’s the amazing thing. I’d never been so turned on either! My pussy was simply alive with glorious anticipation and was absolutely soaking wet. Just what was occurring here?
Thank you so much for those kind words @Jenny_S, coming from someone as accomplished as you they really mean something. As for the story continuing it most certainly will, don't worry about that, starting with just how we arrived at the situation described above.
I mean, here am I a successful businesswoman, owner of my own company by the way, and a very prominent one too, providing the fifty-two-year-old me with quite a luxurious lifestyle. A business that employed the young girl in question, in quite a lowly position. During which I had given her a fairly hard time on occasion, I did set very high standards for my employees, come on, how else had I made such a success of my enterprise? But I didn’t exempt myself from those demanding standards, oh no, I knew just how to work hard, as I did. Expecting nothing more from my staff that I wasn’t prepared to perform myself. I was very much the ‘boss’ here, well usually, so how come I had allowed her to now tie me to my own bed?
It all came down to the undeniable fact that my previous life did contain a few ‘adventures,’ about which I’d much prefer to remain hidden within the mists of time. Like, for instance, I’d once ‘enjoyed’ a career in the now distant past as a call girl, yes, I’d been that desperate. But I suppose one could say I’d received a ‘lucky break,’ after which I’d been able to, quite illegally of course, blackmail a very wealthy client into providing the financial support necessary to enable me to launch my business. Admittedly, after this rather dubious beginning, my firm had become successful due to my acumen and hard work, but its birth had been as a result of some dealings that I’d much prefer to remain unknown.
But and God knows how, probably through some carelessness on my part, the twenty-one-year-old Charlotte Summers had uncovered my secret, and importantly, she had located some evidence to prove it. And what’s more, she chose the very next day after I’d given her quite a humiliating ‘dressing down,’ in front of people to reveal that she was in possession of this information.
Charlotte was very attractive, oh sod it, who am I trying to kid, no she was damn sexy, and boy did she know it? Reminding me, very much, of just how I’d been when I was her age. Looks that I’d been very careful to maintain, and to a very large extent I’d been totally successful in that aim. Combined with the knowledge, which my previous ‘career’ had instilled within me, of just how to ‘power dress.’ Fully understanding the effect of satin, leather and sheer nylon upon the male libido, and to a large degree the female one too, I was almost always dressed in a combination of those three materials. As my company became more and more successful, so my income had increased, fully reflected in the quality of the apparel that I now adorned myself within. As she walked into my office, late on that Friday afternoon, I was wearing a beautiful and stylish nearly black leather suit, one with a skirt just long enough to conceal the fact that the sheer nylon coating my legs was in the form of stockings as opposed to tights. Not that anybody who knew me well would be in any doubt as to that, of course!
I suppose that the rather dirty smile upon her face, as she strode into my office as if it was actually hers, should have forewarned me about the significance of what she was about to reveal. As she, totally uninvited, sat herself down in the chair on the other side of my desk, and uttered, “well this is a good afternoon, isn’t it Elaine?”
Completely contrary to what she, and all the other of my staff had been instructed to. All of my employees, except for a select few, those who had been with me for a long time, and only then in private, had been told, in no uncertain terms, that I was to be addressed as Miss Noble or ‘Ma’am’ and NEVER by my given name of Elaine.
My shackles well and truly rising as a result of this, utterly blatant, disrespectful behaviour on her part, I struggled to keep my voice to a low level, as I looked her straight in the eyes and enquired, “are you deliberately looking to get sacked? How dare you strut into here, sit down without my permission and address me as such?”
She smirked. “You know, you’re right. I shouldn’t have called you that. I do apologise. Perhaps I ought to have addressed you as ‘slut’ as I shall do from now on?”
As you can imagine I lost my temper, right there and then. “GET OUT RIGHT NOW!” I screamed, not even trying to moderate my volume now. “And don’t come back, you’re sacked!”
She didn’t even flinch, I’ll give her that. “No, I don’t think so. I mean, what else do you call somebody who used to be a ‘call girl?’ Um?” As she threw a whole stack of papers on the desk right in front of me.
A cool, calm voice now echoed, “I suggest that you take a look at these before we go any further here. Perhaps then you will realise that it’s not you who is setting the agenda here, but me?” And the smirk was back.
There was obviously far more to this situation than first met the eye, so I followed her suggestion. And it didn’t take long before the truth of her last statement became established within my mind, here was complete evidence of my past malpractice, which I could not allow, at any cost, to become public. She now had me ‘over a barrel’ and she knew it.
In a way it was possible that I’d face no legal repercussions from my past. My ‘crimes’ had been committed many years ago, in the dim and distant yonder, and it was entirely conceivable that the statute of limitations was applicable here, it might well have been totally impossible for me to be prosecuted criminally. But I’d still be fully open to civil action. The client I had blackmailed would be dead for all I knew, this was probably most likely, but I would still be completely vulnerable to be sued by his family. Which if successful, a very plausible outcome, both the company and my reputation would be entirely destroyed. I’d have to come to some sort of agreement with my tormentor.
“What do you want from me, Charlotte?” My voice now timid, to fully match my completely frightened mood. “How much are you looking for?”
She was in complete control here, as her immediate reply indicated. “Firstly Elaine, oops I’ve done it again, sorry, slut, you are no longer permitted to address me by my given name. To you I am now Miss Summers, and when we are in private, which we will be on occasion, you are to call me ‘Mistress.’ Is that understood, and bear in mind that there’s nobody else in this office so we’re in private right now?”
She was ‘taking the Mickey’ here, both of us being fully aware of that, but this was no time for games. I nearly choked as I uttered the words, “yes Mistress.”
“You see you CAN accord me with the due respect after all. As for what I’m looking for here, I’m not demanding money from you, no I seek something far more personal. Stand up, please.”
I obeyed. “Just take a look at you! I am completely serious here; you are a total inspiration to me. Let’s put it like this, if I look as good and sexy as you do when I reach your age in my own life, I’ll be more than satisfied. You really ARE a sexy woman, and yes, I REALLY do mean that. Together with the fact that you’re always dressed so immaculately, I mean COME ON, are you looking good or what?”
She paused, to no doubt allow that bombshell to sink in. “Whatever plans you had for this night are now totally redundant. You see, when it comes to sex, I ‘bat for the other side’ as it were, and I willingly admit that I don’t half fancy you. I’ve often dreamed of being in bed with you, well tonight those fantasies are about to become reality. In short, we shall spend this night’s ‘entertainment’ with one another in the form of purely raw and passionate sex, all which will be conducted to my tune, naturally.”
She stepped around the table, taking hold of me and as one of her hands grabbed hold of the back of my head, she now initiated a kiss on my lips. More like a full-blown snog actually, and I didn’t resist her one iota. Partly because I’d been taken utterly by surprise, but mostly, to my complete horror, or was it, as it was SO exciting and enjoyable. This then, was the beginning of that extreme arousal that I mentioned earlier.
Meanwhile her other hand wasn’t idle. As she was subjecting me to her oral attentions, I felt that hand start to rub one of my stocking covered legs. And when that kiss had finally finished, which for one moment I truly believed it never would? “Quite delicious, slut, what is it like to be wearing stockings of such quality, um? I mean I can never afford such items and I’ll bet it feels just sensuous. So, when I call at your house tonight, don’t worry I know where you live and shall we say at seven o’clock, you be wearing stockings like these and nothing else except the suspender belt that holds them up of course, make sure that is a classy one too. Then I am going to tie you to the bed and ‘stocking shag’ you to my heart’s content, backwards, forwards and in any other direction that I care to think of! Quite frankly, by the time I’ve finished with you there’ll be nothing left within you as I’m going to shag you into the middle of next week!”
She paused, allowing me to fully absorb this declaration of her intentions for me, then continued. “So, when you leave here, you will go home and shower, making sure that you are smelling nice and sexy for me, dress just like I’ve told you and be ready at the appointed time. Oh, and I’m not that cruel, you may cover yourself up in a dressing gown, just in case somebody else knocks upon your door, after all we can soon lose that when I’ve arrived and we have ‘retired’ to your bedroom, after all.”
She now proceeded to leave, opening the door and stepping through it. But just before she departed entirely, she swivelled her head around and issued a parting shot. “Looking forward to this evening immensely Elaine, because BOY, are we going to have SEX!” Then she was gone, leaving me just standing there in a state of real shock!
With a myriad of various emotions running throughout me, with not all of them negative by any stretch of the imagination! Now although I’d never married, I was far from inexperienced when it came to bedroom activities, but they had always been with a male as my partner, I’d never shared my bed with another female before. And I had ‘previous’ when it came to the subject of bondage games before as well, but it had always been me doing the tying up. I had never before been on the ‘receiving end,’ so it was with a mixture of both fear and anticipation that I viewed the prospect. Because it was clearly going to happen now, come what may!
Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, I am going to need to ask you for 'poetic licence' here. For I'm fully aware that young Charlotte's 'hold' over Elaine is VERY tenuous, and probably extremely unlikely in reality. I mean, after all this time how come such a young and lowly employee is able to gather information about Elaine's past that nobody has exposed beforehand? This story centers upon what she does with that 'hold,' rather than what it actually is and how she obtained it. Hope you all understand.
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Thank you once more @Jenny_S , i'm glad you're enjoying things. So now that Charlotte has control of Elaine, how does she plan to take advantage of that situation? I've already given some indications, but a full description is coming ( maybe that should be cumming ) up!
As I said beforehand, Charlotte’s ‘visit’ had occurred very late on a Friday afternoon, with there not being much of the working day left after she had done so, having issued her ‘instructions.’ Thankfully there were no calls upon me during the little time remaining, neither of the telephone variety or of the actual ones where a person, or persons came into the office. So, I was left sitting quite alone with all those sentiments coursing through me. As mentioned before, anxiety obviously, but also a growing degree of extremely nervous apprehension, not to mention curiosity. And then the end of that working day arrived, it was time to go home, to prepare for my time as Charlotte Summer’s ‘sex toy!’
Having eaten, I then carried out her instructions to the letter, giving myself a very light covering of a very exclusive, not to mention expensive, perfume after I had thoroughly washed myself, including my hair, in the shower. Must be at my best for ‘Mistress,’ mustn’t I?
Then, having selected a fresh, clean pair from my extensive collection, I covered my legs with a very sheer, again expensive, pair of stockings, just as directed, although I must emphasize, that I do NOT wear cheap and nasty hosiery EVER. Together with a sexy suspender belt, manufactured from the finest satin, as all the stated items owned by me are, by the way. Just like the dressing gown that Charlotte had granted me permission to cover myself in. Now almost shaking in uneasy contemplation, I awaited her arrival.
Charlotte was very punctual, knocking upon my door at almost seven o’clock on the dot. As I opened said door, both relieved and scared by the fact that it was her standing there, at the same time, she pushed her way over the threshold as if it was actually HER house and not mine. Wasting no time in the meantime as her strident voice rung out. “BEDROOM! NOW!” Talk about getting straight down ‘to it?’
As I led her up the stairs towards her required destination, she remarked, “lovely house you have here, slut, be such a shame if you were to lose it, wouldn’t it?” Obviously referring to one of the likely outcomes if she made the knowledge of my past known publicly. I guess, having the desired, well for her anyway, effect of almost freezing my blood in fear, and making it crystal clear that she was NOT to be dis-obeyed at all.
When I had reached my bedroom door, I received a short and sharp command of, “STOP!” Then she smiled at me, a very smug smile, and she spoke again in a much softer tone now, “allow me,” as she opened the door, gesturing me to enter. And when I’d done so, closely followed by herself, I guess that her eyes immediately took in the sight of my rather imposing four-poster bed. “Wow, now THAT is just what I call a bed! It’s bloody beautiful!”
Apparently, its construction had given her some new ideas and inspiration. “Just look at it! You know what, for starters I’ve now changed by mind as to just how to kick events off. I was going to tie you to her in the normal ‘lying down’ sense, ready to commence some ‘horizontal jogging,’ but now I wonder if we might as well start the action with you standing up? After all, I can tie you down in the ‘prone position’ later on. I mean, we’ve plenty of time available because I’ll be keeping you as my sex slut during all of this weekend.”
Pausing, no doubt to allow me to absorb that latest statement of intent of hers, she now continued. “It’s time to get started, isn’t it slut, and for that to happen I need you naked, well apart from the stockings and suspenders which are naturally staying on, as they won’t get in the way of the sex, after all. But, LOSE THE DRESSING GOWN! Right now, is when I find out the quality of the merchandise I’m being offered here, let’s find out just how sexy you truly are? It’s maybe that your classy clothing makes you look so good, have we a case of ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ here?”
I undid the gown’s belt, incidentally it’s the very one that she later used to hold my soiled panties within my orifice as I described earlier, then stepped out of the garment, allowing her a perfect view of my form, just simply standing still.
There followed a period of almost stunned silence, as she took in that sight of my body. When she finally found her voice, it was clear that she had been impressed. “WOW! Just look at you, far better than I’d even imagined, Elaine, you’re utterly gorgeous!” Note here, that she’d been so ‘unbalanced’ that she’d forgot to address me as ‘slut!’ Another silence occurred, while she stood there, open mouthed. “I’ve got to pay you FULL respect here, you’ve really looked after your body and if I didn’t fancy you before, which I did of course, then I bloody well do now! Just as well we’ve an entire weekend of pure sex ahead of us now, eh? With that in mind, would you please move your legs so there’s some room between them, and hold your arms in front of you. It’s time to get this show on the road.”
She’d entered my home with a rucksack upon her back, which she now removed, opening it and her hands disappeared inside. Emerging shortly afterwards clutching several lengths of bondage rope, all looking clean and fresh. She now proceeded to ‘loop’ both of my outstretched wrists, leaving a fair of loose tie remaining on both sides, then ducked down to perform the same act upon my ankles. Guess that’s why she’d wanted a gap between my legs, then.
Making what appeared to be a polite gesture towards the bed she uttered, “shall we, slut?” As her usual term of ‘endearment’ had returned it seemed, I shuffled over to the furniture, to be further directed, “stand as close to the frame as you can, please, facing inwards so you can see the bed itself, and then spread-eagle your body.” I complied as best I could.
Back into her rucksack went Charlotte’s hands, this time emerging with one of those little ‘stools’ widely sold to enable people to reach their highest kitchen cupboards and the like. In this case she wanted it to be able to reach the top corner of the bedframe, and attach the rope connected to the rope looped around my wrist, in this instance my right, to the frame in this corner. And it didn’t long for me to realise that she knew exactly what she was doing, this bond was utterly secure and now in a state where I would not be able to release myself unaided. My imprisonment to my own bed had begun!
She stepped off of her stool and then fastened my right leg to the bedframe, before moving the stool over to the left-hand side and repeating the whole process with that side of my limbs and the opposite frame of the bed. So, there I was, utterly helpless, spread-eagled and now tied to my bed and the complete captive of Miss Charlotte Summers, totally in her hands and power now, absolutely at her mercy. With my blood beginning course around my body within a state of total excitement, as it was beginning to dawn upon me that I was really turned-on, like I never had been previously in my entire life! Not only had I accepted my fate now, to be her complete and utter sex toy, but by this stage I realised that I actually wanted it. More than anything else in this world, I NEEDED to be totally HERS!
My captor knelt upon the bed right next to me, so her lips could, and did, meet mine as she initiated another of her ‘trademark’ passionate kisses, which simply ramped up the excitement and longing within me even further, if that was possible. After which, she looked me straight into my eyes. “Well, there may be some ‘I’s’ to dot and some ‘T’s’ to cross here, but basically you are now ready for me. Best I now turn my attentions to myself. After all, I’m still fully clothed!” With that she climbed off the bed and started to dis-robe herself, I was actually quite dis-appointed that she did so casually and normally, not making any sort of ‘show’ here. Soon she was completely naked, but my fears proved utterly to be groundless. She had plans to ‘spice things up’ alright.
“Where’s your lingerie collection, slut?” I was suddenly asked. “You see that presently I’m naked, but this glorious occasion, where you are about to be subjected to the hottest sex that you’re ever tasted before, demands that I should be in stockings and suspenders, just like you are. However not the cheap and nasty varieties that are all I can afford, but the beautiful, sensuous ones that you possess, and are wearing right now. I’m going to ‘borrow’ some of yours, just to mark this momentous scenario.”
I could see no reason to object to this, on the contrary I considered it a fantastic idea, so I told her without hesitation where the items she so desired could be located. She took her time in selecting a suspender belt, making some very positive comments regarding the fact that they were all classy and made from the finest shimmering satin. Also complementing my tastes as she removed a pair of the very sheer stockings available. And if I’d been dismayed by the manner of her nonchalant removal of her own clothing, this was more than made up for by the display that she treated me to whilst performing the task of placing these items of mine onto her form! As we have seen previously, at this stage she also fitted a pair of my very skimpy nylon panties over her ‘region,’ making sure that the suspenders holding up the matching stockings were underneath, so they could be, and as we observed earlier were, removed without the need to disturb the former. But she wasn’t quite finished yet, she still had some more plans within that kinky mind of hers.
“Now just where are your sex toys, and don’t try to pretend that you haven’t got any, a single ultra sexy woman who has plenty of money like you, must possess quite a selection?” Thing is she was absolutely correct about that, but I sensed that she didn’t want me to reveal all just yet, she seemed to be hoping I wouldn’t be forthcoming about their location, and she’d be forced to ‘coax’ that information out of me.
“I most certainly do have, Mistress, but as to where they are, now that I something for me to know and you to find out!” Ah well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I’d soon discover now if she’d wanted me to play a ‘game’ after all?
The quite exquisite smile I received in response informed me that my instincts had been completely correct here. Once more she knelt before me on the satin surface of the bed, uttering, “once more I’m forced to compliment you on your exceptional tastes, slut. I mean, pure satin, absolutely delightful. Mind you, by now I’ve grown to expect nothing less from you. You really do seem to possess a remarkable sense of just what’s stylish here. But to business. If you’re reluctant to give me just what I want, I’ll have to make you!”
Her hands settled upon my exposed tits, and having subjected them to quite a fondle, she took hold of the nipples at their ends. Suddenly a spasm of excruciating pain, which was extremely arousing at the same time if you know what I mean, which I’ll understand if you don’t because it does sound completely daft; shot throughout my whole body as Charlotte gave each nipple a sharp ‘twist.’ Holding them like that as she uttered, “tell me, you KNOW that you’re going to!”
I tried to hold out for as long as I could, but although strangely exciting the agony was VERY real, so eventually I blurted out just where she could find my toys. With a cheery, “you see, I knew that you could be reasonable,” she, thankfully released my tit’s nipples, which began to calm down immediately, and rose to proceed to just where my ‘goodies’ could be found.
Having noted the contents of that particular drawer and having determined to employ some of them during what she intended to inflict upon my helpless body, Charlotte’s immediate attention was drawn to my battery powered vibrator. She then picked it up, and as I described earlier, she now returned to the bed’s surface, and in front of me proceeded to bring herself to what I guess was a thoroughly enjoyable climax, it certainly sounded that way, totally coating the pair of my panties that she was adorned in with her sexual juices. And I’ve already told you just what she did with those next!
This then, being the precise position we were in, as I had summarised to you all earlier. With me excited beyond belief, my pussy being so wet with sexual anticipation that you probably could have floated the Titanic within it at this exact moment. Hoping fervently that Charlotte would be granting me NO mercy whatsoever, and she was going to fulfil that earlier promise of hers, to keep me as her toy and ‘at it’ for the entire weekend. But I was worrying over nothing, believe me, proceedings had only just started! My Mistress had EVERY intention of completing the ‘job’ of my complete and utter subjugation. As, by now, I WANTED her to!
