Turnaround · Part 2

Turnaround · Part 2 (2/2)
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Beth shrieked into her gag, and began to kick at her bonds with a vengeance. He wasn’t going to leave her here!

Her next client would be along in minutes, or another member of staff… The humiliation was too much to contemplate. Joe had tied her too well for her to even budge one of the knots. As she writhed and shouted, the vibrator inside her drove her to a toe-curling orgasm, and she strained at her bonds as it washed through her, forgetting all about the people who would soon find her in her predicament…

Jamey knocked nervously on Beth’s door, wondering what was wrong. Her next client was waiting, and Beth was never late.

Jamey was slightly in awe of Beth, so didn’t dare go in for several minutes. She’d been learning her trade as a dominatrix from Beth, who was a harsh but inspiring teacher. Jamey had spent one too many afternoons at the receiving end of her talents, in punishment for screwing up.

Eventually she pushed open the door and peered anxiously round it.

For a moment, she thought Beth must have a client with her. Lying in the middle of the floor was a hogtied, naked woman, writhing in what was unmistakable orgasm. She started to close the door again before she recognised Beth as that hogtied naked woman.

Something must have gone terribly wrong. Dashing through the door, Jamey was beside Beth in a second, trembling fingers working the buckles on the back of the gag that silenced her. As Beth worked her sore jaw muscles, Jamey released the hog tie and rolled her onto her side, her arms and legs still bound.

‘Beth, oh god, what happened?’ she murmured. Beth was trying to say something but she wasn’t listening.

‘I’ll get Jack, we have to call the police…’

‘No!’ shouted Beth, who hadn’t before realised it was possible to actually die of embarrassment. But at least it was Jamey who’d found her, Jamey who worshipped the ground she walked on and could be trusted to keep this quiet.

‘Jamey, just shut the door and untie me, right now.’ She tried to keep the wobble from her voice but was afraid it still showed. She jerked once more at her bonds and gave a shout of frustration.

Jamey stood up slowly and looked towards the door, which stood wide open. Any minute now someone could walk past and see Beth’s predicament. Thoughtfully, she crossed the room and closed the door, quietly turning the key in the lock.

‘Jamey, untie me now,’ ordered

Beth, who was desperate to get the still-vibrating object out from inside her before she came again. Her arms were aching at the strictness of her bonds.

Kneeling beside Beth, Jamey reached for the knots that bound her ankles but hesitated.

‘Come on, Jamey,’ groaned Beth.

‘What’s wrong?’ She glanced up and saw with a shiver that Jamey was staring right at her.

‘All in good time,’ her trainee whispered seductively. ‘But right now, I have other plans.’ And with a swift, practised movement which Beth had taught her, she pinched Beth’s nose hard till she opened her mouth to breathe, and then pushed the ball gag back into place.

Beth screamed, but it was silenced rapidly by the gag. She bucked in her bonds but it was no use. Jamey had found the vibrator inside her and was turning it up to its max. With a calm, sadistic smile, she pushed a butt plug deep inside her and retied the hogtie, tighter this time, pulling her head back as well using the straps on the gag as tethers.

‘Come on now, Beth,’ she murmured in a tone she’d never used with her before – she’d never dared. ‘What dominatrix worth her name would pass up this opportunity?’ And she sauntered off to examine the rows of nipple clamps on the wall, as Beth slid helplessly once more towards orgasm.

Beth pressed down a little harder with her stiletto heel on Jamey’s naked back, till her student cried out and rattled the chains that held her prone on the floor.

‘I’m sorry, Beth,’ she pleaded.

‘Please forgive me. You know I’ll do anything for you.’

Beth arched one eyebrow and picked up her whip. ‘I think you proved that already, darling,’ she said icily, and flicked the whip accurately across her bare bottom, making her dance in her chains.

Revenge was nice, but was it really worth it? It was enough that Jamey had come to her and knelt before her, almost in tears, scared by what she had done to her mentor. She didn’t really need to rub it in physically. After all, she’d done the job well, making Beth come several times over. She put down the whip, another item that she'd purchased from Sax Leather and started to unlock the cuffs from Jamey’s limbs.

‘Get out of here,’ she ordered, a smile twitching on her lips. ‘And tell Jack on your way out that you’ll be needing your own room from now on.’

Jamey pulled on her clothes in a daze of terrified happiness, not quite believing that Beth had actually let her graduate to full, independent dominatrix.

‘Honestly?’ she gasped, and when

Beth nodded she leapt into her arms and hugged her tight.

‘Just one thing though…’ said

Beth, extricating herself from her grasp. ‘Not one word to anyone. Or else.’

Jamey nodded furiously, then asked if she was ever going to explain.

‘No, I am not,’ replied Beth, sending her on her way with another flick of the whip.

Explain? How could she? She didn’t even know what had happened herself. She, who thought she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body, writhing in unmistakeable arousal in bonds applied by her client and her student. Something must be wrong with her…

As she packed up her equipment and changed into her normal clothes, her mind was full of Joe. Jamey had taken advantage of finding her helplessly bound, but she hadn’t taken over her mind the way Joe had. The feeling made her almost sick with vertigo.

Everything had been turned upside down. Her professional pride wounded by not being able to dominate him, and now her sense of self thrown into question…

Shivering with more than the cold night air, she stepped out into the street.

It took a lot of effort not to return to the club before the week was up. Finally, today, he allowed himself to go.

He had to see her, and he assumed she was expecting him. Although this time, perhaps not with the expectation of dominating him.

He had never been this intoxicated by a woman. Girlfriends had come and gone, and some had even let him tie them, but no one had made him feel this way. Trouble was, he was always attracted to strong, independent women – the kind who wanted long, passionate lovemaking and not the dirty, kinky scenes that filled his mind, all the more when the woman was entirely the opposite of your typical submissive.

He’d tried paying women – escorts, women in clubs like this one – to submit to his ropes and chains, but it just wasn’t right. It gave him chance to practise his skills, but his soul wasn’t in it. Arriving at Beth’s club intending to ask for a session where he could tie a woman – the craving always caught up with him – he’d seen

Beth stalking the corridors and fallen head over heels for her. On finding she was purely a domme, he’d signed up anyway.

It had been very strange, allowing himself to be bound and teased by her. He maintained a cool detachment, enjoying her attentions as her cool fingers touched his skin, but not in the slightest feeling submissive to her. It amused him to watch her struggle with him. It was a cruel joke, really, to pretend he was a sub and let her question her professional skills, but it was worth it just to spend that hour with her each week.

And then that tiny instant when she’d hesitated, and he’d taken the cuffs from her… He hadn’t been planning to do that. But the flash he’d seen in her eyes gave him hope, and it was done before he’d even thought about it. Oh god, if he could turn her… it was too much to think about.

He composed himself before stepping into her room, determined to maintain his calm appearance.

Beth was pacing restlessly back and forth, waiting for him. Even biting her nails and frowning, she looked amazing: she had on those high boots which looked so painful to walk in they were as much a sub’s punishment as a domme’s attire. Her waist was nipped in by a leather corset, above and below which flowed her breasts and hips in perfect curves underneath the skirt and silk shirt that she wore. Her hair gleamed softly in the light as she turned to face him, eyes flashing both a warning and a plea.

Joe closed the door behind him and placed his coat on a chair, moving slowly. His eyes never left hers. Once his dominatrix; now his sub – or so he wished. He could tell she was going to fight it, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. He felt a smile touch his lips.

Seeing as Beth was apparently lost for words, he sat down and crossed his legs. Still she hovered at the far side of the room, arms crossed protectively across her chest.

‘Have you ever been tied before?’ he asked, as if it were an everyday question. Beth shook her head sharply, then, after a moment’s consideration, nodded slightly. Joe gave her a questioning look. Beth sighed, and stepped across the room to her private set of drawers where she kept her notes on her clients and their preferences under lock and key. From the depths of one of the drawers she withdrew a photograph and thrust it in his direction.

‘Me,’ she said shortly. Joe looked at the picture he held in his hand. It depicted Beth dressed in gaudy underwear, her arms and legs bound, on her knees in front of the man he recognised as the owner of this club. It looked like it had been taken from

CCTV.

Beth was now leaning against the far wall, her eyes closed. ‘We all have to have an initiation, with Jack. The owner of this place. He says you can’t domme someone properly unless you know how it feels to be dommed. So that’s my session.’ Her voice was hard, as she tried to control the wobble she felt.

Joe felt his trousers stirring as he gazed at the picture – this glamorous dominatrix bound on her knees in grainy black and white. Eventually he rose and crossed the room towards her.

Standing close beside her, he ran one finger down the side of her face and felt her shudder.

‘Would you like to do that with me?’ he asked, softly.

Beth swallowed and closed her eyes again. ‘Yes,’ she whispered, like it was the most horrible confession.

When she opened her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a wide grin on his face which was quickly smothered.

He leant towards her, sliding his arms around her sculpted, corseted waist, and kissed her cheek.

‘You can domme the entire world,’ he murmured, ‘and I’ll love you for it. Just let go enough to submit to

‘How can I?’ she said forcefully, tensing in his arms.

He smiled wickedly. ‘Darling, it’s not your choice. It’s mine.’ He took her hands and held them together behind her back with one of his, making her moan imperceptibly. ‘And I want to bind you hard and tease you till you beg for more.’

‘But I’m a dominatrix,’ she moaned, resting her head on his shoulder. ‘This is my life. Every man but you I want to tie up and humiliate.’

Gently Joe disengaged himself and stepped back a couple of paces. He hated to cause so much pain and bewilderment. But he was sure he was right, was sure she wanted this, even though she didn’t know for certain herself. And then he had a bright idea.

‘So domme yourself,’ he challenged her, taking his seat again and watching expectantly. ‘Show me what you can

She frowned at him, confused. He gestured to the racks of cuffs and rope that adorned one wall. ‘Tie yourself up for me. And make it as good as you would for a client.’

With his eyes upon her, Beth felt a tingle between her legs as she listened to his request – or was it a command? No… not a command. He didn’t own her entirely, yet.

‘Are you serious?’ she asked, her professional mind already wandering to how she could tie herself most effectively. She’d never done it before, but now she was intrigued.

‘Of course,’ he replied with a grin. ‘Come on, I want a show.’

Confidence rising a little, Beth grinned back. She was, after all, a natural performer. ‘Alright then,’ she said, feeling surreal.

How to get herself completely helpless… it was certainly a challenge. She enjoyed considering herself as her own client. To be honest, she kind of scared herself too… she knew just how cruel she could be.

Joe watched from his chair as Beth, absorbed in her task, strode round the room gathering rope, a gag, leather cuffs and chains. She checked a chain which hung from the ceiling, and nodded to herself when she was satisfied it was secure. Only when she was ready to begin did she glance his way and begin to strip. As the corset came off, Joe pictured himself tight lacing her back into it.

She stood naked in front of him, unselfconsciously. She started with her chest. Running ropes round her chest, above and below her breasts, she formed a harness that squeezed them tightly, making them stand out in sensitive globes. A very strict crotch rope followed, with knots in three places to plague her. Joe had to struggle not to take his cock in his hand as he watched her bind herself, her hands working quickly over her own body, handling the rope like the pro she was, even though she was tying herself. She still looked the very essence of a dominatrix, as she worked swiftly and accurately to restrain herself in what was clearly going to be a challenging position.

When her body harness was complete, she bent at the waist to tie her legs. Many turns of tightly cinched rope soon held her ankles, calves and thighs firmly together. Balancing precariously on her bound legs, she stood carefully up.

Watching her buckle herself into a red ball gag was almost more than he could bear. She was taking it so seriously, intent upon her work as with any client. After the gag was in place, stretching her lips, she cuffed her wrists in front of her with leather cuffs which were joined by a 6 inch chain.

She’d placed herself directly under the chain which hung from the ceiling, before she’d started tying her legs, so now all she had to do was raise her arms and lift the chain between her cuffs over the hook that dangled on the end of the ceiling chain. This she did with ease, because the chain hung quite low. Joe was almost disappointed: she could easily release her hands. But then she gave a downward tug and, like a roller blind, the chain retracted about twelve inches upwards with a force that was powerful enough to pull her up with it, her arms now stretched above her head, her stomach taut, leaving her standing on the balls of her feet but nothing more.

It was now that her expression changed from one of calm control to one of wide eyed, nervous arousal. The moment she was inescapably restrained, bound and stretched out by her own hand, she moaned into her gag and her body writhed gently, her toes dancing on the floor as she tried to get comfortable. It wasn’t much use. Joe could see that the chain pulling her arms up had also raised her shoulders in their harness, so that the crotch rope dug in more deeply, practically invisible between the folds of her pussy. The ropes round her breasts also seemed to be holding her more tightly.

Joe had to admit, she certainly knew her job.

He circled his bound dominatrix, running his fingers over her taut flesh as she squirmed. Then he gave her a push, letting her swing back into position as her feet scrabbled on the floor for purchase – not yet willing to lie back and go with the flow. Her eyes, too, as he turned her to face him were flickering between the urge to fight him and a desperate need to let him take control. Holding her gaze, he reached up and pulled the chain a little higher, lifting her feet from the ground entirely.

Before she could complain, he pushed her again, and this time she swung unimpeded till she came to rest beside him once more, moaning softly, hanging loose in her bonds. That was more like it.

The more he took away her control, the less need she felt to fight. Well, that was OK. His imagination writhed with evil ideas for making her utterly, totally, helplessly his.

It was a hard position: sweat was breaking out on her forehead, and her hands were turning white. A couple more swings and he’d release her. But before that, he whispered into her ear.

‘I’m going to tie you up so tight you can’t even blink, and leave you till you beg for release.’

Push. Swing. A quiet moan from behind the gag. Eyes closed.

‘I’m going to bind your breasts hard and whip them while you thank me for every stroke.’

Push. Swing. A louder moan this time, a little more frantic.

‘I’m going to strap you into a bit and bridle and make you trot naked round my garden, with bells on your ankles and a tail flowing from your ass.’

Push. Swing. He took his erection in his hand and starting to stroke slowly. Beth writhed in her bonds, body and mind both over-exerted.

‘I’m going to corset train you down to 16 inches, pierce your nipples, and own every inch of your body.’

Push. Swing. Each mad idea drove both him and her even higher. Breathing hard, she came to rest beside him, almost exhausted. This time, he spun her around, letting her twist back and forth at the end of the chain.

‘And I’m going to bound, gagged, and blindfolded for days on end, as I fuck you any time I want.’

He released her now, helping her down then pushing her gently to her knees, and onto her stomach on the floor. He recuffed her arms behind her then stood above her, stroking his cock hard and fast as she moaned and writhed on the floor, clearly desperate to come. The sight of her in such frustrated disarray was too much. Mind full of images of what they would do together, he came hard and his cum splashed down onto her skin.

Beth jerked in her bonds as the hot cum seared its significance across her back and her bottom, arching her neck and shouting into the gag as she, too, felt orgasm rising deep with her.

Neatly dressed once more, professional demeanour intact, Beth opened the door and ushered Joe out.

‘Same time next week?’ she said, and Joe nodded. A smile touched her lips as he left, turning to flash her a wicked grin before the front door of the club closed behind him.

Beth picked up her strop whip, and patted it against the palm of her opposite hand.

‘Now then, who’s next?’ she asked, her eyes lighting on her next client, who suddenly seemed more apprehensive than excited about his session. Beth licked her lips and smiled like a snake spying its next meal.

‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘I’m in a very good mood.’ And the door closed behind her with a bang.

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Turnaround · Part 2 (2/2)
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