LordNelson : A Damsel in Destress (MM/F)
Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2019 5:06 pm
by LordNelson » Tue May 27, 2014 5:35 pm
It was an incredible opportunity. After years of training and hard work finally being chosen to be part of the world’s most elite scientific team was a dream come true. The chance to do unique experiments in a one of a kind lab was only one of the challenges. Being a member of a small elite team meant that there would be occasions when different members from different scientific fields would require assistance. There were also the day to day tasks that were necessary to keep the lab running smoothly.
The list of responsibilities that came with the job was enormous. In addition to a multitude of daily chores essential to the running of the lab there would be hundreds of different factors to monitor and reports to file. And then there was the reason for going itself. Each experiment and investigation had to be performed perfectly as there would be only one chance to get it right. The pressure to be perfect was enormous.
As if that wasn’t enough there were other aspects to consider, each multiplying the stress. First of all there was the fact that she was a woman in a profession typically dominated by men. Then multiply that stress again with the knowledge that she would be the first black woman to ever be selected to such an elite team. She knew that she would be under intense scrutiny.
When the team was assembled and work began the first few days went smoothly. Each day ended with a meeting at which the team leader assessed them as a unit and then again individually. Each day her performance was deemed to be “consistent with expectationsâ€.
On day four once again nothing went wrong but a few things took longer than expected and exceeded the allotted time. She had to scramble to complete her tasks. Meal times and rest times were shortened which is not unheard of but neither is it recommended. Every minute has been calculated for maximum efficiency including personal time.
Day five started with her feeling a little tired. Considering the amount of physical conditioning that went along with her training that was not a good sign. No task was so demanding that it should make her feel this way. By the time she sat down for the daily meeting her paperwork showed that all assigned tasks had been completed successfully and all was well. Her face told a different story.
The team leader was more than just a manager. As well as being a scientist himself with his own agenda to complete he was also in charge of holding the team together. It was his fourth time running a crew like this and he knew that having seven intense and intelligent people in close quarters for a short period of time under such scrutiny was extreme. So much so that part of his training included detecting signs of stress.
When she handed over her paper work for the day he noticed the slight tremor in her hand that she wasn’t even aware of. She didn’t look tired but there was a lack of energy that was barely perceptible. He could see the early onset of the physical and mental fatigue that comes with working under such exacting conditions. He knew exactly how to relieve that pressure.
As the meeting broke up he asked her to stay behind. Once the others had returned to their duties he spoke to her not as her leader but as a concerned teammate.
‘You’re doing great work so far’ he told her ‘but that may not last much longer. I can see the signs so be honest with me. Simple tasks are getting harder aren’t they? It’s taking a bit more effort to find the answers. It’s taking a little bit longer. One task is blurring into another. Am I right?’
She looked down at the floor. He was right and she nodded.
‘You’re not the only one who is stressed’ he continued ‘Curtis and Mark are also rookies and I’ve seen them slipping a bit too. That’s why I’ve rearranged the schedule to give you guys some time to unwind. Starting in fifteen minutes I want you to get together with them for an exercise to help you destress.’
‘You are going to start by reporting to the crew quarters and getting out of that uniform. I want to see you looking as casual as is possible. The boys will meet you there to get started. Now get going.’
She was curious to see what this “destress activity†involved. There was no mention of it in any of the training. She was aware of her slip in performance and was looking forward to seeing if this would help.
The crew quarters were shared by all with men and women taking turns. Curtis and Mark were just leaving when she arrived. They were out of uniform wearing the t-shirts and shorts they dressed in for the daily exercise period. Judging from the look on their faces they were really looking forward to this destress time.
In the crew quarters she opened the trunk which contained all the belongings she had brought with her. In it was one outfit she had yet to wear. Daily exercise was part of the routine and she had brought along a pair of black spandex cycling shorts and a pink tank top. After arriving she realized that maybe it was a bit too sexy and possibly inappropriate for a serious scientific endeavor and had left it at the bottom of her gear.
She put it on and looked at herself as best she could with a hand mirror. It was a damned sexy outfit and it was certainly going to be provocative but that was just what she needed if she was going to destress. She looked again and decided to turn up the heat a bit more. Her bra and panties left an outline in the outfit that she found to be unattractive. She took them off.
When she exited the room Curtis and Mark were waiting for her. As she stepped out they each grabbed an arm. She didn’t know what they were up to but she had heard that sometimes there were initiation rituals on these missions. She knew that she couldn’t avoid it but she wasn’t going to make it easy for them.
Mae crouched down and pushed her feet against the deck with all her strength while at the same time twisting to escape their grip. Her arms became free and she exploded up off of the floor. She started to fly across the room and almost got away but they each grabbed an ankle as she flew by. She now hung suspended four feet off of the deck.
When you are in a weightless environment there is not much you can do if you can’t push against something with your hands or feet. Mae was in the space shuttle Endeavour 200 miles above the earth moving at 17,500 miles per hour but what mattered the most right now was those four feet. Without something solid to touch she couldn’t get away. And she couldn’t fight back; medical aid was far away and she couldn’t take a chance of injuring herself or someone else. There was no point in calling for help as the rest of the crew were most likely in on it.
As they pulled her back Mae looked at them to see if she could determine what was going to happen next. With their free hand each of them was pulling electrical patch cords out of their pockets. All of the cords are color coded and the orange ones they had were for a completed project and not required anymore.
She struggled enough to give them a bit of trouble. Curtis was tying her ankles and Mark tied her just above the knees. Her kicking slowed them a bit but soon her legs were bound. Next it was an easy task for them to roll her over and position Mae floating between them. Curtis took her wrists and Mark did her elbows.
Then Mark held her head still while Curtis applied the gag. She recognized the smell of it. It was a self-adhesive aluminized patch from the repair kit that was used to seal any holes they may occur in the hull from a strike by a micro-meteor. She knew one thing; it was going to be hell to get it off later.
In just a few minutes she had been reduced to a bound and gagged victim floating weightlessly. Curtis and Mark pushed themselves back from her to get a better look at their work. They had sprung on her so quickly that they hadn’t noticed what she was wearing. They said nothing aloud but each could tell from the look on the others face that they were both impressed.
She looked fantastic slowly rotating between them. The tight outfit left nothing to the imagination; she was beautifully built and it showed. Her bonds further enhanced her attractiveness. The bright orange cords stood out vividly against her ebony skin. The silver gag conformed perfectly to her face showing the outline of her full lips and high cheekbones. The thoughts Mark and Curtis were having would have ended their careers had they acted on them but this was neither the time nor the place.
They swiveled her around to an upright position and at that moment the commander came in.
‘Wonderful work gentlemen’ he said. He spun her around slowly and closely examined her bonds and the gag. ‘You’ve done a fine job. And as for you, Mission Specialist Mae Jemison, I must commend your level of cooperation. I was watching on the closed circuit video and you assessed the situation correctly and acted appropriately. You resisted just enough to make it interesting but at the same time observed reasonable safety parameters. Well done all of you. I consider this project a success’.
‘Well Mae, you may be wondering just how this might be considered an activity to destress you. First of all you should know that I monitor all communications with Earth, including personal ones. I need all the information that I can gather in order to keep this craft functioning at optimum efficiency.’
‘I found out that Curtis and Mark are both members of a website called Stories of Tie Up Games. Reading the site would normally be a great stress reliever but unfortunately the limited internet time available to them is not enough and is actually increasing their tension levels. By allowing them to tie you up I am giving them more time with their hobby. Video of today’s activity will be made available to them plus I am allowing them to take a few pictures for whatever personal use they desire. Rest assured that I have forbidden them to post any photos to the sites Pics Forum.’
‘As for yourself; my analysis determined that you are what we call a “control freakâ€. You need to be in charge of yourself and everything around you. Up here that is not possible. There are too many factors in the hands of others and I can see that it is driving you to distraction. I decided that the best course of action to help you cope with this would be to not only force you into a situation totally out of your control but to also reduce you to the state you are in now; completely at the whim of others.’
‘You are not only unable to move or speak but you are also unable to influence in any way your future for the next ten minutes. Even after you are released there is the matter of the video and the pictures that will perpetuate this moment. You are going to have to come to understand that not all that happens to us or around us can be controlled.’
Mae knew he was right. She had known for a long time that her obsession with having to be in charge would catch up to her sooner or later. As extreme as the commanders solution seemed to be she knew that it was just what she needed; and this was a hard push in the right direction.
After taking pictures of her, by herself and posing with them, they released her. The commander put her fears to rest when he revealed that ordinary rubbing alcohol would neutralize the glue on her gag. It took only a few seconds to gently remove it.
Mae felt better afterwards but still had some discomfort with the fact that there was photo and video evidence of what had happened. When Mark and Curtis went to the nearest screen to watch the video the commander took her aside.
‘I have absolute control over everything on this ship. Have no fear; the boys can have their fun now but it will all be erased before they return to Earth.’
Mae felt relief and thanked him. As she turned to return to the crew quarters to get back into uniform he said ‘Oh, by the way. You and I will be working together tomorrow. I put Nancy up front for pilot training while the boys were tying you up. She knows nothing about this. Tomorrow it’s her turn; I hope you know how to tie a good knot.’
That evening on her free time Mae registered as a member on the Tie Up Games site and went looking for information on the best way to tie someone up.
It was an incredible opportunity. After years of training and hard work finally being chosen to be part of the world’s most elite scientific team was a dream come true. The chance to do unique experiments in a one of a kind lab was only one of the challenges. Being a member of a small elite team meant that there would be occasions when different members from different scientific fields would require assistance. There were also the day to day tasks that were necessary to keep the lab running smoothly.
The list of responsibilities that came with the job was enormous. In addition to a multitude of daily chores essential to the running of the lab there would be hundreds of different factors to monitor and reports to file. And then there was the reason for going itself. Each experiment and investigation had to be performed perfectly as there would be only one chance to get it right. The pressure to be perfect was enormous.
As if that wasn’t enough there were other aspects to consider, each multiplying the stress. First of all there was the fact that she was a woman in a profession typically dominated by men. Then multiply that stress again with the knowledge that she would be the first black woman to ever be selected to such an elite team. She knew that she would be under intense scrutiny.
When the team was assembled and work began the first few days went smoothly. Each day ended with a meeting at which the team leader assessed them as a unit and then again individually. Each day her performance was deemed to be “consistent with expectationsâ€.
On day four once again nothing went wrong but a few things took longer than expected and exceeded the allotted time. She had to scramble to complete her tasks. Meal times and rest times were shortened which is not unheard of but neither is it recommended. Every minute has been calculated for maximum efficiency including personal time.
Day five started with her feeling a little tired. Considering the amount of physical conditioning that went along with her training that was not a good sign. No task was so demanding that it should make her feel this way. By the time she sat down for the daily meeting her paperwork showed that all assigned tasks had been completed successfully and all was well. Her face told a different story.
The team leader was more than just a manager. As well as being a scientist himself with his own agenda to complete he was also in charge of holding the team together. It was his fourth time running a crew like this and he knew that having seven intense and intelligent people in close quarters for a short period of time under such scrutiny was extreme. So much so that part of his training included detecting signs of stress.
When she handed over her paper work for the day he noticed the slight tremor in her hand that she wasn’t even aware of. She didn’t look tired but there was a lack of energy that was barely perceptible. He could see the early onset of the physical and mental fatigue that comes with working under such exacting conditions. He knew exactly how to relieve that pressure.
As the meeting broke up he asked her to stay behind. Once the others had returned to their duties he spoke to her not as her leader but as a concerned teammate.
‘You’re doing great work so far’ he told her ‘but that may not last much longer. I can see the signs so be honest with me. Simple tasks are getting harder aren’t they? It’s taking a bit more effort to find the answers. It’s taking a little bit longer. One task is blurring into another. Am I right?’
She looked down at the floor. He was right and she nodded.
‘You’re not the only one who is stressed’ he continued ‘Curtis and Mark are also rookies and I’ve seen them slipping a bit too. That’s why I’ve rearranged the schedule to give you guys some time to unwind. Starting in fifteen minutes I want you to get together with them for an exercise to help you destress.’
‘You are going to start by reporting to the crew quarters and getting out of that uniform. I want to see you looking as casual as is possible. The boys will meet you there to get started. Now get going.’
She was curious to see what this “destress activity†involved. There was no mention of it in any of the training. She was aware of her slip in performance and was looking forward to seeing if this would help.
The crew quarters were shared by all with men and women taking turns. Curtis and Mark were just leaving when she arrived. They were out of uniform wearing the t-shirts and shorts they dressed in for the daily exercise period. Judging from the look on their faces they were really looking forward to this destress time.
In the crew quarters she opened the trunk which contained all the belongings she had brought with her. In it was one outfit she had yet to wear. Daily exercise was part of the routine and she had brought along a pair of black spandex cycling shorts and a pink tank top. After arriving she realized that maybe it was a bit too sexy and possibly inappropriate for a serious scientific endeavor and had left it at the bottom of her gear.
She put it on and looked at herself as best she could with a hand mirror. It was a damned sexy outfit and it was certainly going to be provocative but that was just what she needed if she was going to destress. She looked again and decided to turn up the heat a bit more. Her bra and panties left an outline in the outfit that she found to be unattractive. She took them off.
When she exited the room Curtis and Mark were waiting for her. As she stepped out they each grabbed an arm. She didn’t know what they were up to but she had heard that sometimes there were initiation rituals on these missions. She knew that she couldn’t avoid it but she wasn’t going to make it easy for them.
Mae crouched down and pushed her feet against the deck with all her strength while at the same time twisting to escape their grip. Her arms became free and she exploded up off of the floor. She started to fly across the room and almost got away but they each grabbed an ankle as she flew by. She now hung suspended four feet off of the deck.
When you are in a weightless environment there is not much you can do if you can’t push against something with your hands or feet. Mae was in the space shuttle Endeavour 200 miles above the earth moving at 17,500 miles per hour but what mattered the most right now was those four feet. Without something solid to touch she couldn’t get away. And she couldn’t fight back; medical aid was far away and she couldn’t take a chance of injuring herself or someone else. There was no point in calling for help as the rest of the crew were most likely in on it.
As they pulled her back Mae looked at them to see if she could determine what was going to happen next. With their free hand each of them was pulling electrical patch cords out of their pockets. All of the cords are color coded and the orange ones they had were for a completed project and not required anymore.
She struggled enough to give them a bit of trouble. Curtis was tying her ankles and Mark tied her just above the knees. Her kicking slowed them a bit but soon her legs were bound. Next it was an easy task for them to roll her over and position Mae floating between them. Curtis took her wrists and Mark did her elbows.
Then Mark held her head still while Curtis applied the gag. She recognized the smell of it. It was a self-adhesive aluminized patch from the repair kit that was used to seal any holes they may occur in the hull from a strike by a micro-meteor. She knew one thing; it was going to be hell to get it off later.
In just a few minutes she had been reduced to a bound and gagged victim floating weightlessly. Curtis and Mark pushed themselves back from her to get a better look at their work. They had sprung on her so quickly that they hadn’t noticed what she was wearing. They said nothing aloud but each could tell from the look on the others face that they were both impressed.
She looked fantastic slowly rotating between them. The tight outfit left nothing to the imagination; she was beautifully built and it showed. Her bonds further enhanced her attractiveness. The bright orange cords stood out vividly against her ebony skin. The silver gag conformed perfectly to her face showing the outline of her full lips and high cheekbones. The thoughts Mark and Curtis were having would have ended their careers had they acted on them but this was neither the time nor the place.
They swiveled her around to an upright position and at that moment the commander came in.
‘Wonderful work gentlemen’ he said. He spun her around slowly and closely examined her bonds and the gag. ‘You’ve done a fine job. And as for you, Mission Specialist Mae Jemison, I must commend your level of cooperation. I was watching on the closed circuit video and you assessed the situation correctly and acted appropriately. You resisted just enough to make it interesting but at the same time observed reasonable safety parameters. Well done all of you. I consider this project a success’.
‘Well Mae, you may be wondering just how this might be considered an activity to destress you. First of all you should know that I monitor all communications with Earth, including personal ones. I need all the information that I can gather in order to keep this craft functioning at optimum efficiency.’
‘I found out that Curtis and Mark are both members of a website called Stories of Tie Up Games. Reading the site would normally be a great stress reliever but unfortunately the limited internet time available to them is not enough and is actually increasing their tension levels. By allowing them to tie you up I am giving them more time with their hobby. Video of today’s activity will be made available to them plus I am allowing them to take a few pictures for whatever personal use they desire. Rest assured that I have forbidden them to post any photos to the sites Pics Forum.’
‘As for yourself; my analysis determined that you are what we call a “control freakâ€. You need to be in charge of yourself and everything around you. Up here that is not possible. There are too many factors in the hands of others and I can see that it is driving you to distraction. I decided that the best course of action to help you cope with this would be to not only force you into a situation totally out of your control but to also reduce you to the state you are in now; completely at the whim of others.’
‘You are not only unable to move or speak but you are also unable to influence in any way your future for the next ten minutes. Even after you are released there is the matter of the video and the pictures that will perpetuate this moment. You are going to have to come to understand that not all that happens to us or around us can be controlled.’
Mae knew he was right. She had known for a long time that her obsession with having to be in charge would catch up to her sooner or later. As extreme as the commanders solution seemed to be she knew that it was just what she needed; and this was a hard push in the right direction.
After taking pictures of her, by herself and posing with them, they released her. The commander put her fears to rest when he revealed that ordinary rubbing alcohol would neutralize the glue on her gag. It took only a few seconds to gently remove it.
Mae felt better afterwards but still had some discomfort with the fact that there was photo and video evidence of what had happened. When Mark and Curtis went to the nearest screen to watch the video the commander took her aside.
‘I have absolute control over everything on this ship. Have no fear; the boys can have their fun now but it will all be erased before they return to Earth.’
Mae felt relief and thanked him. As she turned to return to the crew quarters to get back into uniform he said ‘Oh, by the way. You and I will be working together tomorrow. I put Nancy up front for pilot training while the boys were tying you up. She knows nothing about this. Tomorrow it’s her turn; I hope you know how to tie a good knot.’
That evening on her free time Mae registered as a member on the Tie Up Games site and went looking for information on the best way to tie someone up.