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Part 1: A Matter of Class
“Enter,” Mistress Stephanie commanded from inside the library.
Her Maid Camille opened the library door for Allison Robbins, Stephanie’s newest prospective client. Allison was twenty-one, just out of college, well built and attractive, a Greenwich socialite, heiress of a modest fortune, and unfortunately for her, getting into trouble and being chased by the paparazzi.
“Mistress Stephanie, Allison Robbins is here,” said Camille.
“Thank you, Camille. Allison, so nice to meet with you, please take a seat,” Stephanie offered.
Stephanie watched as Allison, dressed in the newest Dior dress, walked over and took one of the chairs in front of Stephanie’s desk, smoothing down the fabric over her lush body before placing her bottom on the chair. She placed her purse on the other chair, and waited.
“We can be alone now,” Stephanie said to Camille.
“Yes, Mistress,” Camille replied as she shut the library door behind her.
“That’s better, we can be alone now. What may I do for you?” Stephanie asked of her guest.
“I’d like to experience a Dominatrix,” Allison quickly replied, “I’ve always had these strange desires about leather, rubber, and bondage, and now I find normal sex boring – I’d like to be a slave – a woman’s slave.”
“That’s quite interesting, do you know where you got this desire? Watching women get tied up in movies, or the old Avengers TV series perhaps?”
“What series is that, I don’t think I ever heard of it?” Allison questioned.
“Hmmm, you’re too young. I suggest a visit to a retail store – I think you’ll find the series interesting. However, suggesting old TV series isn’t why you’re here. You have other desires. Would you care to elaborate?”
“I’m tired of being chased by journalists and paparazzi looking for a story! I have no privacy in life! Shake a tree outside my estate, and someone will probably fall out! I’d just like to lead a normal quiet life out of the limelight.”
“A laudable goal,” Stephanie agreed.
“Mistress, I understand that you were born to wealth and privilege, yet you manage to keep your name of the papers. How?”
“Very simple. I do nothing to make journalists and paparazzi interested in me. Outside this house, I appear to be a perfect normal woman, retired from my former profession. Inside, I am a Dominatrix serving the wealthy and powerful of Greenwich with the utmost discretion.”
“I’d love to be normal! You have no idea what it’s like being harassed! I can’t do anything without someone watching. I just want to be normal – to go to McDonald’s for a meal, instead of a fancy place in Manhattan. I want to go to a porn shop like a normal person without attracting a crowd. I hate living in a fishbowl!”
Stephanie removed a manila file folder from the top part of her desk, and handed it to her guest.
“Please open it,” Stephanie commanded.
Allison opened the folder, and saw all of the press clippings of some of her press exploits. Drag racing her new Jaguar; nude sun bathing; drunk in public, all had been public embarrassments – and good copy!
“Perhaps the reason you’re being chased by the paparazzi is that you’ve made yourself a target for them. You commit some outrageous act that’s fodder for the tabloids, so it’s no surprise that you end up on the supermarket racks. If you were to lead a more discrete lifestyle, they will go away in search of someone else, leaving you alone – to pursue D/s with me,” said Stephanie.
“I don’t understand,” Allison answered.
“Allison, the tabloids and gossip columns allow average people to be voyeurs of the wealthy and powerful, and if we commit some outrageous act in public, then we have no one but ourselves to blame if it’s splashed all over the media. Some of your exploits have been quite noticeable – and dangerous. You simply must lead a more sedate and reserved lifestyle to keep yourself out of the press.”
“Nobody has ever spoken to me that way before!” Allison protested.
“Allison, what you do not seem to realize is that you have been given a very great gift in life – a sizeable inheritance that allows you to live in comfort and privilege that most people can only dream about. For a time I lived and worked as a “normal person” and it’s not easy – so don’t give me this “poor little rich girl” act, please,” Stephanie lectured. “Many of my other clients are wealthy women, and they live quiet lives and keep their names out of the gossip columns, which will be my first requirement, should I take you on as a client.”
“I’ve always done what I wanted in life,” said Allison.
“Not any more. You have come to seek the services of a professional Dominatrix who will exercise the utmost discretion in keeping your secret sex life exactly that – secret. Here, under my tutelage, you have the chance to experience the bondage and the punishment that you so crave. But outside of these walls, you must do nothing to attract attention to yourself. As your Mistress, I have specific responsibilities to you, to insure your safety. As my submissive, you have responsibilities to me – to keep your new lifestyle a secret.”
“I think I understand, Stephanie.”
“That’s Mistress Stephanie, to you. Failure to address me properly can result in a spanking.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s better. If you want to become my submissive, to wear my ring and chains, and feel my lash, then you have to learn to behave differently. Your entire life will change. No more drunk driving or racing, no more trying to steal clothes from a store – in fact, I’ll tell you how to dress from now on. You’ll be shopping at JC Penney and the Gap from now on, not Dior or Max Mara or Versace.”
For effect, Stephanie picked up a small wooden paddle that she kept on her desk, and began to slap it against her, the smacks resounding through the library.
“Mistress, why aren’t you wearing some kind of outfit like I see in movies?”
“Because we are not in my Dungeon right now, nor are we doing a scene. I only get dressed up in leather when I do a scene – not just for show.”
“Of course.”
“Are you prepared to change your life to accommodate a new one? Else you can leave right now, and nothing further will be said,” Stephanie concluded.
“Yes, Mistress. I promise that I’ll behave differently from now, and I’ll stay out of the newspapers.”
“Good. Do you understand what being a submissive means?”
“Not exactly, Mistress.”
“To wear my collar means that you won’t be wearing any clothes, and those that you do will be picked out by me. You’ll be punished in any way that I desire, spanked, cropped, or whipped. You will have to obey all my orders without question – don’t worry you won’t be asked to do anything illegal or harmful. Your body will belong to me, and while you’re here I’ll tell you when you can have an orgasm at my command – and if you come without permission, you’ll be punished.”
“I think I understand, Mistress,” said Allison.
“No you don’t,” Stephanie contradicted her, “you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re stepping into. Being a submissive is a lot more than just running around naked with a collar and getting a mild spanking. You’ll be placed in bondage, locked in a cell, and screaming out your submission to me. I’ll have the complete use of your body – and that includes your mouth, breasts, and pussy.”
Allison appeared to be shaken by Stephanie’s description.
“Is this all true?” Allison asked.
“Yes, would you like to go downstairs and see my Dungeon?” Stephanie offered.
“Yes, Mistress, I would very much.”
“Come with me then,” Stephanie commanded as she rose from her chair.
Allison followed meekly behind Stephanie as the two women walked over to the elevator, and got inside after the door opened. Descending quickly, the door soon opened again, and Stephanie opened another locked door, and turned the lights on.
Allison gasped at what she saw inside!
“I didn’t believe it when I heard about you, that it could possibly be true! Do you really use this on naked women?” Allison asked.
“Yes,” Stephanie answered matter-of-factly, “is there anything that you would like to try out? I won’t do a scene with you, since you have to write me your sexual history, provide a checklist, and be interviewed, but you can try out something fairly mild.”
Walking past the X-Frame; Rack; and ceiling chains, Allison seemed as if she was in a spell. Stephanie had seen this all before – new submissives seemed to go into a trance when they saw that the bondage devices of their fantasies actually existed in reality.
“I’d like to be locked naked in the jail cell with handcuffs and leg irons, Mistress Stephanie – if that’s all right.”
“Of course. You’ll find hangers on the wall for your clothing,” Stephanie directed, “you can still wear your high heels.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Allison proved to be a little bashful as she removed her blouse, skirt, and underwear, but soon she was standing naked in front of Stephanie. One arm was folded across her breasts, and the other covered her pussy.
“Have you ever been naked in front of another woman?” asked Stephanie.
“No, Mistress.”
“Well you had better get used to it here. Have you ever worn a Maid’s uniform?”
“A Maid’s uniform?” Allison asked in surprise, “certainly not! I’m not a servant!”
“Well, here you shall certainly do so, and without underwear, so that I can beat that impudent bottom of yours if I so desire!” Stephanie declared.
“You’re not serious,” Allison answered.
“May I remind you who is the Mistress here? I’ll do anything with that luscious body of yours that I desire.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison answered.
“Now then, let’s get you into cuffs. Hands at your sides, Allison, you have a very nice body. There will be nothing concealed from me here, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Stephanie began by locking a pair of gleaming stainless steel handcuffs on Allison’s wrists in front, making a point to lock the ratchets very slowly and for dramatic effect. Next came a matching pair of leg shackles on her ankles. Stephanie motioned to Allison that she place her feet on a small raised platform so the she wouldn’t have to bend all the way down, and again the sound of closing ratchets faintly echoed through the Dungeon. She opened the cell door, and Allison walked inside, then Stephanie closed the steel door behind her with a clang!
“There now, that should keep you,” said Stephanie.
Allison pulled at the cuffs on her wrists, and then at the cell bars without effect.
“They’re real!” Allison proclaimed.
“Of course they’re real! That’s why you’re here – to experience Bondage,” said Stephanie who then removed a crop from the rack, “this is a riding crop, but it isn’t going to be used on a horse – it’s for spoiled little rich girls like you.”
Stephanie began to bend it between her hands.
“Do you know what a riding crop is made of?” Stephanie asked her jailed visitor.
“No, Mistress,” Allison answered.
“Leather wrapped around bamboo, and it will hurt.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Allison replied.
“I’ll just leave you alone down here so soak up the atmosphere here for a while then send Camille to release you in a while. Enjoy yourself,” said Stephanie, pausing to replace the crop back on the rack.
Of course Allison had no way to know that the entire Dungeon was covered by closed circuit TV, and that she would be under constant observation for her own safety by Stephanie.
Once back in the library, Stephanie activated the CCTV system, and in full living color, watched as Allison paced back in forth in the jail cell, pulling at her handcuffs and ankle cuffs as well. The only clothing that she had been allowed to keep had been her designer high heels, and Stephanie chuckled that her Jimmy Choos weren't worth a whole lot when their owner was naked and chained a in a jail cell.
Before seating herself in the leather chair, she had removed a can of Coke from the small refrigerator that she had in the library. Stephanie watched her newest client pace back and forth, and every few moments the young woman would grab hold of the bars and uselessly try to force the door.
Stephanie turned the sound on – the Dungeon was wired for sound as well!
“What am I here for, have I gone nuts?” Allison asked herself in the cell confines, “to place myself at the mercy of a whip yielding leather clad bitch?”
‘That hurts,’ Stephanie said to herself, ‘I haven’t laid a hand on her and she calls me a bitch. Typical spoiled kid – nobody ever said no to her in her whole life!’
Sitting back in her chair, she knew that she could only keep Allison in the cell for an hour, since she had another client coming in that morning. Ellen White was the director of a large NY firm, a typical Type A personality, who also enjoyed being stripped naked, flogged, and placed into rubber bondage once a month. Ellen’s sessions usually lasted hours long, and also required Camille to assist her in order to satisfy the client.
Stephanie sipped at her Coke, watching Allison test the bars that held her captive.
‘Pull at them all you want, sweetie,’ Stephanie thought to herself, ‘you haven’t seen anything yet!’
Two weeks after their first meeting Stephanie had decided to take Allison to the Galleria Mall. Instead of shopping in the designer stores they had shopped in JC Penney, the Limited, and the Gap. Stephanie made Allison pick out an entire new wardrobe that was affordable for a Middle Class budget – not one that would spend hundreds (or thousands) for something get worn once, and then discarded for next season’s fashions!
When they arrived back at Allison’s Mansion, Stephanie had another surprise for her!
“Is the Jaguar your only car?” Stephanie asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I want you to buy another car – less ostentatious – used. Perhaps a Chevrolet or a Toyota.”
“Why, Mistress.”
“Because when you submit to me, you’ll be taking off your Middle class clothes, and I want you driving a Middle Class car to go with it. Besides, most rich people in Greenwich already own a show car and a more practical one anyway – why take the Jaguar to the supermarket?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I’ll help you pick out that one also,” Stephanie offered.
“Yes, Mistress,”
Stephanie hung a clothing bag in Allison’s closet, which she had kept in her car as they two had gone shopping. Allison had been wondering what it contained all day, and now she was burning with curiosity about the contents!
“Allison, I went over your sexual history and checklist that you wrote out for me, and I have decided that I am willing to accept you as my student. Provided of course, that you keep our activities a secret and do not gossip about them to anyone; and of course you keep your modest lifestyle. If you do anything that gets in the papers, you will have seen me for the last time.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Allison was suddenly excited – she had passed the test that Stephanie had given her! Getting locked in the cell for an hour two weeks ago had just been the beginning – now she was going to experience something new!
“I’ve looked over your closet, and I will say that you’ve got good and expensive taste in clothes.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Allison answered.
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