Sabina · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter 1 – The Domme!
The bright red polish on my nails was easily visible through the tight, clear latex covering my fingers. Moisture on the tips of the glove glistened in the flickering firelight as I slowly lowered my hand again to continue its feathery light touches along the pouting lips of her vagina. The sound of whimpering escaped passed the gag packed between her teeth and covered by the wide leather head strap. With my left hand I gently rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger watching carefully as her body started to tense up – then I stopped, removed both hands and sat back.
The whimpering changed to snorts of frustration through the nose holes in the leather helmet laced over her head!
For the next half an hour I slipped chilled white wine as I played Sabina like a violin; never once letting her go over the edge to get sweet relief. The petite, but beautifully proportioned, form was stretched on her back across a padded bench that was high enough, on its wheeled legs, to allow me to sit comfortably in my armchair and position it over my lap. I pushed the bench away and stood to my full 5’10” in the stiletto heeled knee boots, smoothing the creases from the leather skirt as I studied the bound girl.
What bare skin was showing shone with perspiration and it wasn’t caused by heat from the fire. I slid a leather cushion under her thighs.
“Time for the next step little one,” I murmured as I reached for the butt plug waiting on a side table.
Her tightly puckered rosebud had no defense against the latex covered finger I used to spread a nice big dollop of lubricating cream. Resting the smooth knob at her rear access I slowly pushed, while gently twisting the hard rubber toy, until it started to disappear. Her resistance was minimal and overcome with a quick push to get it passed the sphincter then the rest slid in easily until the base flange came to rest against her skin.
I wiped off the excess cream and then removed the latex glove from my right hand and allowed my nails to gently trace a path up and down the inside of her thighs. With her ankles locked wide apart to the legs of the bench and neat straps around each knee she was so completely accessible and I reveled in her helplessness.
We had met through the Internet both being members, along with three or four hundred others, of a group with a common interest in bondage. I was a writer of bondage fiction and she wrote too. The difference was that I was a leather Domme while the little one stretched out under my hands, was very much a submissive.
Apart from the group we exchanged personal e-mails and it became apparent, over the next few weeks, that there was a chemistry between us when she started addressing me as “Mistress”. Now the question had to be answered, as it probably had thousands of times, was it wise to meet. If the answer was yes then it had to be done in such a way that each of us had the opportunity to protect our identity until the “trust factor” was satisfied.
So it happened that yesterday she had flown to my city booking into one of the dozens of hotels available without me knowing which it was. Safe in this anonymity at 10am she had taken a taxi to one of our largest covered shopping malls where I waited at a small table in the food court. We both knew what the other would be wearing so I had no trouble spotting her as she came down the mall. God, I thought, she’s tiny, less than 5’ I would guess, but cute and pert in a black leather wrap coat; I did notice that the heeled boots had about 1 ½ “ platform soles. I stood to allow her to catch sight of my dark green leather trench coat and then settled back in my chair as she approached.
Her raven black hair cascaded nearly to the middle of her back from under the white woolen toque and her blue eyes studied me closely; she might be a sub’ but she certainly wasn’t stupid. There were several dozen people milling around the food court, which was why I had picked it. After just a momentary hesitation she sat in the seat across from me at the table for two.
“Well hi, you made it, are you OK?”
“Yes” she whispered “Mistress”.
“I think until we sort things out and while we’re in public you should just call me Anne. Is that clear?” As I spoke I had lifted the scarf from around my throat to give her a glimpse of the black leather under my coat. Then I tucked it back in place and asked how she liked her coffee. Returning to the table with the two cups I handed her one and we fiddled with them then sipped as we looked at each other. Gradually the tension eased and we talked for over an hour and two more coffees.
The first thing I did, as agreed, was to hand her cash that covered half of her hotel and flight costs. Whether this worked out or not at least nobody was going to be out of pocket more than the other. We finally were comfortable enough with each other to wander down the mall to a restaurant for lunch, spending another couple of hours chatting about everything except that topic which was most on our minds.
“Are you feeling that you can trust me enough to get in my car and come home with me?” Those blue eyes seemed to bury themselves in my skull but then she nodded, smiled and said, “Yes please!”
Once we were in my car and before I even started it I opened the glove compartment and handed her a pair of handcuffs.
“Fasten one around your left wrist and then just hold the other one. It’s a fifteen minute drive to my home and I will tell you five minutes before we get there. If you want to come in and see what develops then you will snap the other cuff around your right wrist. If that doesn’t happen then I will drive you to the nearest place you can hail a taxi because the “trust factor” will not have happened.”
She was very quiet, fiddling with the other cuff until I told her we were five minutes away. I could feel the gaze of those blue eyes on me but just watched my driving and then I heard the snap of the other cuff.
“I will abuse you but I will not abuse your trust Sabina; do you believe that?”
”Yes Mistress”
“Good, then let the fun begin!”
As we walked in from the garage I pointed to a small sitting room, “Leave your coat in there and there is a washroom you can use, then meet me in the living room down the hall.” She didn’t say a word but held up her arms with the handcuffs around each wrist and raised an eyebrow.
“Those cuffs don’t lock my pet; that was part of the trust factor, don’t be long.”
By the time I had hung up my own coat and set a match to the waiting fire logs, the fire was for mood since the house was centrally heated, she was standing in the doorway wearing the heavy white knit turtle neck sweater that had been visible under her coat, a pair of black slacks and her boots. The toque was also gone allowing her jet black hair to frame her face before it flowed forwards over her shoulders.
“Come in and get comfortable Sabina” I said pointing to the leather couch near the fireplace, “would you like a glass of wine?”
It was a rather nervous “Yes please Mistress.” as she moved over to sit down.
I handed her a glass and then sat beside her.
“I said I would abuse you and I will use you but I will not knowingly harm or hurt you, so relax, enjoy the wine and then we will move ahead.”
The wine finished I told her to pick up a set of wrist cuffs from the side table and hand them to me. With no hesitation she did as I asked then turned her back to me, putting her hands behind her. I fastened the cuffs securely and the scene was on!
Now the leather Domme took over and in just moments I had her kneeling on the floor in front of the couch as I worked the soft rubber gag between her teeth. A piece of tape covered her lips and then I took hold of those raven tresses and worked them into a single braid that started at the crown of her head. Opening a drawer in the side table made available a leather blindfold that was padded with soft, absorbent sponge, two moulded earplugs and a kid leather discipline helmet.
Another ten minutes and I had a blind, deaf, gagged sub’ kneeling quietly as I laced the helmet down the back after feeding the hair braid through a gap at the top. Undressing her after that was easy, especially since there was no resistance and now the sub’ was naked from the neck down. I worked bondage mitts over her hands, after forming them into very small fists, then used the metal rings embedded in the mitts to fold her arms behind her back and tie them to their opposite bicep with soft ¼” cotton cord. A leather arm bag slid up over her elbows and straps across each shoulder held it in place.
From the next room I wheeled in the bench and guided her to lie back on it. Ankles secured to the legs, straps tightened around each knee, then the end of the hair braid fastened down to the brace between the legs at the other end. That held her leather covered head firmly, but I judged comfortably, against the padding covering the bench. All that was left was another strap across her waist and my violin was ready to play.
Once the butt plug was in place I reached for the dildo; seven inches of pebbled rubber. No lubrication was needed as it slid into its nest. Running an extension cord to my armchair I sat down and pulled the bench over my lap. I plugged in the two massage units then slid my palms through the wide elastic straps so that they rested firmly on the back of each hand. At full power they were designed for deep muscle therapy but at a medium setting they turned my fingers into ten vibrating spider legs that I allowed to roam gently over the body stretched so tautly before me.
From the B cup breasts with their erect nipples to the inside of her thighs my fingers danced until I judged the moment was near. Then I clamped my right hand over the bases of the butt plug and dildo allowing my vibrating thumb to rest against her most sensitive nub that was peaking from its hiding place. A half a dozen heartbeats was all it took before a shudder started at her shoulders and ran the length of her body as it arched against its bonds before relaxing yet again. Twice more I allowed Sabina to build to a climax and then took her over the top.
Turning off the vibrators I pushed the bench away and went into my bedroom to change. What I did was get completely naked except for a long satin robe I belted around my waist and two straps with D rings around my upper thighs. I swear the little minx had fallen asleep by the way her body jerked at my first touch as I released her from the bench, changing the ankle bonds for a stretcher bar, but leaving her arms locked inside the leather pouch. When she was positioned, kneeling, in front of my chair I fitted a nice tight crotch strap then started unlacing the helmet.
After the helmet and gag strap I pulled off the blindfold and dug out the earplugs. Getting a fingernail under the surgical tape across her mouth I gently peeled that away to get a hold of the gag. While she worked her jaw I wiped her face with a soft cloth then pulled her forwards so I could reach over and undo the braid. Neither of us spoke as I rearranged her hair in two braids, one over each ear. I twisted them around a couple of large gold rings. Tying cords to the braid rings I opened the sash of my gown and fed the ends through the D rings at my thighs.
I held a glass of wine to her lips.
“You’ve had your fun little one, now it’s my turn.”
“Mistress may I speak?”
I lifted her chin so she could see my nod.
“I knew this evening I would either be here with you or on the way home so, this morning, I checked out of the hotel and left my suitcase with the bell captain. Will you call them, the number is in my coat pocket, and ask them to send it here in a taxi?”
“All in good time Kitten, first things first!”
With that I pulled on the cords forcing her head down and tied them off.
“Get to work.”
Chapter 2 – The Sub’.
Visiting Miss Anne
The plane touched down causing my heart to race because I was here at last. A few slow breaths, struggling to stay calm. The situation was a long way from being settled and I might just be on a plane home, disappointed, in a few hours. As I walked along the jet way I reviewed the steps she had outlined. Several hotels had been selected ahead of time, scouted by Miss Anne for price and location. I glanced down at the list and made my way over to the courtesy phones, heart still hammering like a drum.
Picking up the phone I reviewed the plan. Get to the hotel, register, eat and then try to settle in for the night. Tomorrow I had to be at the mall at 10 am sharp and I would find her in the food court. It seemed pretty simple, though had it been up to me I would already be in handcuffs in the backseat of Miss Anne's car.
But she had insisted, insisted that safety and a proper approach was vital to us both. In spite of my eagerness, I had to agree. Better to be safe, no matter how hard the wait might be to tolerate. I don't think I slept at all, staring at the ceiling wondering, squirming. I must have teased myself to orgasm six times before the sun finally peeked through the window. The cab ride was interminable; it seemed to take hours. I wanted to poke the driver with a sharp pencil every time he slowed down for a yellow light. Finally we were there and I scampered into the mall only to discover I was at the wrong end! That ass-brained driver had put me on the far side from the food court!
Twisting and slipping through the crowd I glanced at the clock, 9:55. I couldn't be late! I would not want her to think I had backed out! The clock read 9:59 when I reached the food court, just in time. Taking a moment, catching my breath I scanned the crowd, my eyes coming to rest on her, it had to be her. She had an elegant, almost distant beauty about her. Soft, radiant blonde hair in a pageboy cut, the green leather trench coat she wore was buttoned to the top, revealing very little of her tall, slender figure. The light glimmer on her knee high leather boots as she stood to make sure I had seen her then watched me approach.
A moment passed, I could feel my knees trembling, my throat constricting. This was a risk, no doubt about that. I knew the moment I saw her that she would be able to take me. At a word I would follow her anywhere.
Swallowing softly, my hands wandered nervously over the black leather of my coat and the fuzzy white turtleneck underneath. Nipples stiffening as a flush crept over my cheeks, going bra-less and panty-less had seemed sluttish and daring but now I just felt very exposed. The leather pants I wore suddenly felt very tight, very revealing. The supple leather caressed and outlined the tightly rounded little curves of my bottom under my coat. One step at a time, that's it, left foot, right foot and I’m beside the table.
Carefully my eyes looked her over as she smiled warmly up at me. The smile was captivating, almost hypnotic, but I had to resist, at least for now. Settling hesitantly into the chair across from her I managed a smile of my own, hoping it was cute but more likely it was nervous.
“Well hi, you made it, are you OK?” she asked.
“Yes” I whispered “Mistress”.
“I think until we sort things out and while we’re in public you should just call me Anne. Is that clear?” It was not a question and for the first time I could see that glimmer in her eyes, the steel of a Domme who was to be obeyed or else. As she spoke she lifted the scarf from around her throat to giving me a glimpse of the black leather underneath. And just as quickly the scarf was tucked in and the moment was gone. With a warm smile she asked how I liked my coffee.
Nervously I sipped at what was offered, squirming in the chair, trying to stay calm and at least appear in control. After a little while the tension eased some and she slid a plain white envelope across the table to me. Without even looking inside I knew it was the promised half of the trip money. She had insisted that it was only fair and I was not one to object. A short walk later and she ordered us both lunch. I could barely eat any of the salad. We talked, I managed to make her laugh a few times and then finally she asked.
“Are you feeling that you can trust me enough to get in my car and come home with me?”
I had to take a breath and control myself to keep from squealing as my eyes locked on hers, “Yes please!”
As we slipped into the car she handed me a pair of handcuffs. “Fasten one around your left wrist and then just hold the other one. It’s a fifteen minute drive to my home and I will tell you five minutes before we get there. If you want to come in and see what develops then you will snap the other cuff around your right wrist. If that doesn’t happen then I will drive you to the nearest place you can hail a taxi because the “trust factor” will not have happened.”
It was all I could do to keep myself from cuffing both wrists right then and there. But always trust and safety were the words that Miss Anne insisted on. When she said it was time I looked up and instantly secured the other cuff, watching the hint of a smile cross her soft lips.
“I will abuse you but I will not abuse your trust Sabina; do you believe that?”
”Yes Mistress”
“Good, then let the fun begin!”
We entered the house, I tried to see everything at once, half expecting a dungeon complete with cells and an in house leather maker to keep up with demands. I nodded as she gave instructions, slipping off the handcuffs as she smiled and explained they were merely a prop. I debated stripping completely, but decided to wait, hoping she would want to do that to me herself. Down the hall, one left and into the living room.
She already had a warm fire burning, the light flickering on her leathers as she smiled at me again. “Come in and get comfortable Sabina,” she said, nodding to the plush leather couch. “Would you like some wine?” I nodded, whispering and stammering softly. “Yes please Mistress.”
As she handed me the wine she spoke again. “I said I would abuse you and I will use you but I will not knowingly harm or hurt you, so relax, enjoy the wine and then we will move ahead.”
Her patience was maddening; the anticipation was almost unbearable. First it was the cuffs. Supple with age but still strong, inescapable leather cuffs. Her practiced fingers soon had them locked with small padlocks and then secured together. My eyes closed, as I struggled to stay calm, tiny sounds of eagerness and arousal slipped past my parted lips.
The look in her eyes changed, her entire demeanour became different, more intense somehow. With a gentle handful of hair she guided me down to kneel on the floor facing her. The gag was soft and big so it completely filled my mouth, tickling the entrance to the throat as well. Swallowing softly, my head tilted back slightly, adjusting to its size. Her fingers smoothed a swath of tape over the gag making it that much more effective.
Panting softly I nearly swooned at her touch, hair gathered and braided for the almost inevitable hood. Nipples stiff, rasping against the inside of the sweater as that sweet ache began to build in them. As the blindfold slipped into place I tested the gag with a ragged whimpered moan, the sounds muffled ruthlessly as the earplugs followed. Slim hips grinding, toned legs spreading and tensed as she pulled the hood into place. I nuzzled into the soft leather, breasts brushing against her knee softly as the hood was placed and tightened.
Time vanished under her hands, squirming helplessly as she unlocked my wrists just long enough to remove the sweater. The pants followed a moment later and then my boots and socks. Hands locked together again standing in front of someone I only laid eyes on a few hours before, hooded, blind, utterly helpless.
Fist mitts replaced the cuffs and then soft, expertly tied, ropes. Wrist to opposite elbow, an easy enough pose that she knew quite well I could withstand for hours, possibly even days. The leather sheath that encased the arm bondage was redundant, but equally inescapable in it's own right. I could already feel the warm trickle of arousal inside and blushed furiously under the hood wondering if she could smell it.
Gloved hands helped me stand, backing up to something solid, some kind of padded table top. With a little help I wiggled my firm ass back on to the table, flat tummy drawn in slightly, panting through the nose holes of the hood. Gently, patiently she guided me further back, pressed onto the soft surface. A gentle tug on my hair, pulling my head downwards, legs spread wide and bound tightly in place. Her fingers wandered a little, drawing a half dozen whimpers and soft, pleading moans for more. Then I felt latex covered fingers playfully caressing my breasts, tweaking both nipples and then wandering onwards. She was in no hurry that was certain.
Time passed, my skin began to glisten with sweat as the frantic pleading sounds became increasingly desperate. I would have done anything to be allowed to come, anything! Her fingers pulled away for a moment, leaving me squirming and whimpering loudly. The frantic little squeals were almost entirely swallowed by the thick, soft gag. The cushion she slid under my thighs was soft, but it arched my hips just enough for the plug to slide into my ass. Moaning loudly into the hood, tensing and clenching around it, shuddering as the need inside became unbearably intense.
A thick, soft dildo followed the plug and I shuddered, squealing as it slid inside, very nearly coming. But Miss Anne slowed the push a little, making quite certain it was not going to happen yet. More whimpers erupted as her hands pulled away, I had to come, had to come right now!
The teasing was unbearable; the need inside was maddening. Struggling, arching my sweaty little form against its bonds only made the ache that much more intense.
Slim hips arching, straining against the tight leather strap she had fastened across my narrow waist. Skin glistening in the flickering firelight, sweat trickling down already. It felt like she was hours into her play with me, maybe even days, but somehow I knew she was only beginning. The lingering ache in my stiff nipples reminded me endlessly of her touch, of the teasing way she pinched and twisted them. Her gloved fingers tugging just enough to draw a frantic little squeal before gently stroking over the abused flesh.
Arching, head pressed back against the table, squirming in anticipation of her next touch, a touch that felt delayed. Muscles tensing, breathing ragged through the tiny nose holes, lungs aching for more air. Her next touch draw a ragged scream of desire, the humming tickle of the hand massagers sent waves of sensation down my spine. Grinding and clenching around the plugs as she began tracing her fingers everywhere with the same casual, patient touch. The darkness flashed, images of her smile, her legs in those boots, the gleam in her eye as the blindfold descended. She could keep me like thi
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