Sophia · Part 2 (2/5)
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the dress. But add an underdress and three petticoats that had been provided too and no chance. She’d even had to strap her shoes on before dressing! But she was determined not to fail on the first occasion.
A pose in the mirror… oh she wished for her phone to be able to photograph this. Sadly that had not magically appeared, maybe he’d take some for her sometime. A peek in the other wardrobe having unlocked it however did stun the girl to complete silence…
Colour-coded restraints… and one set was white!
Tentatively she brought out the collar first. A belt with fixed wrist manacles was next, those little buttons inside each one, then cuffs with a foot long chain for ankles, a longer chain followed and she assumed this was to go between the belt and her leg restraints. Like she’d worn last night at the station.
Lastly an amazing contraption she assumed was to go around her head as it was hinged at the top. Eye, nose and mouth holes. Spaces on either side where her ears would go. Another gap in the back part obviously would take Sophia’s long hair. A look at the bottom found several bits that matched her collar. Levers on this must lock both bits to it. So to wear the mask, she’d need to put the neck on first, then push the back part of the head into it with the front part opened above. Sort her hair into the slot then bring the face down over her forehead then push that into the collar below her chin. Then slide both levers across to lock it. She shuddered at the thought…
‘Heavy bondage he promised, this’ll do for starters!’
But could she get into the restraints after dressing? There were no keys so if she couldn’t, that would be a failure and maybe she’d have to leave.
Sophia dithered for ages trying to think it out, then found a compromise. Put the leg cuffs on, plus the chain for the belt, then get dressed. She’d have to try and sit down to get into all the stuff but there seemed no option. Plus it was now 7:30 and she had to hurry! Least she hadn’t put any more than her underwear on so far.
The clicks seemed SO loud as she put the leg manacles on herself. These were high quality stuff and at least the padding would stop the metal wrecking her stockings. They also gripped quite tight and she assumed the others would too. He had asked for all her measurements, including wrist, ankle and neck circumferences. As well as the normal ones you’d ask a lady, she grinned, reaching for the petticoats. Though even these were hard to get into, as she couldn’t step into them like normal. Each was tied off then she got the underdress over her head, letting it slide down smoothly over those hips. Lacing it up and she was glad her waist went in so well. Next came the crucial part as the main dress went over this and was carefully buttoned to just below her neckline. A perfect fit.
Sophia was glad her efforts at getting the corset so tight now proved correct, as the thirty buttons were finished. Normally on a period dress the fasteners go up the back but Sophia realised that here she’d be dressing alone, rather than having a maid to help her. So the faux buttons behind were just that, with a clever and pretty panel that reached from under her left arm, across the front of her torso and under the right side. This hid the buttons that actually secured the dress. "What a clever idea," she grinned.
She did the extra fasteners and the effect was stunning as she looked in the mirror. She’d have pranced around the room, having a swish, had her ankles not been cuffed. Though she already realised that somehow she had to reach down and get the loose end of her leg-to-belt chain. Maybe use a coathanger or something.
So the belt was next, but she found a problem. The link for the d’ring for the legs, was on the opposite side to the wrist restraints. Which way was the belt supposed to go? And again she paused.
"Gotta be wrists behind, both other times were," she murmured, easing the belt round, pausing then closing it. Even though the corset was on, this was bloody tight with two thick layers of dress as well. Mind you the effect in the mirror soon had Sophia posing again. The clock dinged another quarter hour and the girl sighed, knowing it was the headpiece next having slipped the collar round her neck while wishing she hadn’t wasted that time applying make-up.
Lifting the heavy thing up Sophia got the contraption round and by sheer fluke it went straight into the slots. Sliding the lever across and feeling the bolt engage. It was SO difficult, her dress gave no room for manoeuvre with the belt on and she didn’t want to rend it under the arms by stretching. Now came the important bit once she’d tied her hair into a ponytail and got it fed through the slot. Breathing fast Sophia brought the front down; making sure no wisps of hair got trapped round her ears. Then eased it into the slots and slid that lever across too. The pressure was something else, like her head was in an all-over vice. She couldn’t speak, as her jaw was jammed hard against the bottom. A hum maybe but eating was going to be impossible. It took her a minute to get the loose chain attached to the belt then again the girl paused. Shuffling to the door and opening it.
Finally, just as the clock began to ding the eight o’clock chimes, Sophia reached round and placed her wrists in the cuffs and pushed against the buttons, shuddering as the metal loops snapped round and held tight. She was done… and on time so it was away to see him for the first meal and the girl hoped he was as attractive as his husky voice had been.
The feelings coursing through Sophia’s body were awesome as she clipped down the corridor. The heavy dress swaying like she’d always wanted it to do. Remembering wearing one during her college days in acting lessons and wanting to stay like this all day. But Tracey the tutor said no and could she change back and give someone else a go. But he however had decreed that here she’d always be clad in stuff like this and Sophia was happy to oblige.
Then she wondered had she made a huge mistake. He’d said ‘wardrobe’ not plural. Did this mean she should only have dressed, leaving it up to him to put restraints on her? Surely he’d not punish her for using initiative. Though a ‘sub’ was not supposed to think for itself but she just had and at the moment was prepared to take the consequences.
That sense of elation evaporated when Sophia reached the staircase that led down. She’d dreamed of sweeping down wearing a dress like this. Into her beau’s arms for a long snog, then be dragged off somewhere and ravished. But trying that here like a Hollywood actress would end up with a visit to hospital with broken bones. Probably important ones too, as she looked at the length of the descent.
Tentatively she twisted sideways so her manacled hands could grip the rail, then easing one foot down. Sophia did this three times then realised she’d not get anywhere fast. Turning to face forward she carried on after praying, and thankfully finding it easier this way. Even going round the corner she kept close to the rail where the steps were wider. Breathing a sigh of relief when she reached the bottom.
A lovely smell of fried bacon plus clinking of cutlery indicated which door she needed, a saucepan sign on the wooden panelling proving this was the kitchen and the girl carried on, entering it just as the grandfather clock in the hallway began to boom the quarter hour signal.
He looked up from the paper to see her standing there… and the guy was amazed at what she’d done.
Ian MacKay hadn’t really expected a response to his advert. The idea of any girl to basically give up her life to come live here was preposterous. Or so he’d thought until Sophia Rohannson had got in contact. The pretty London based stockbroker had been made redundant because of the recession.
Despite the fact she made most of her trading companies’ profits it was still a ‘boys club world’ and her boss had taken great delight in telling Miss Rohannson she was being ‘reassigned’. If she didn’t want to accept then… well she’d be ‘eligible’ for the chance to find another job outside the company.
As she hated him anyway Sophia called his bluff, took them for a cool half-million pounds at tribunal and a week later while reading a newspaper, saw MacKay’s cryptic advert. Not having done much heavy bondage stuff since splitting with a long-term ‘dom’ it felt the right time for Sophia Rohannson to undergo a huge change in her life.
Many hours of talks between her and him went fine and agreement had been reached, culminating in the stuff arriving at her apartment. The lease was up anyway so letting it go hadn’t been a wrench. Sophia packed the two cases she’d been allowed to bring. Sent the rest of her stuff to charity shops and here she was.
"Well my dear. I’m hugely impressed. Those stairs must have been a challenge?" he grinned. The girl bowing in agreement, seeming as she couldn’t nod this was the only alternative. He came from the table and inspected her. Amazed at what she’d done this morning. He’d just expected her to sashay in wearing the dress and shoes, eat breakfast then he’d start using restraints on her.
But to actually work out how to bind her body like this, proved to him that the girl really was serious about what was to happen to her here with him. He wondered how she’d unlocked that wardrobe then remembered he left the key there. She couldn’t be punished for that. To start too early might spoil the pleasure… for both of them in this relationship.
Her future looked bright, even if she couldn’t see it through a blindfold.
Sophia Rohansson was thrilled as she stared back at him. ‘What a right dish’, she thought, better than George, even dear Brad would struggle. Smartly tailored tweed suit and spotlessly shined black leather shoes. Not too old, clean-shaven, well built but purely muscular, a kindly face and as for those eyes…
Ohhh… my goodness, how could he not have found someone with eyes like that?
He indicated her to come forward and she obeyed, his arms sliding over her body and Sophia nearly fainted as her nose got kissed.
"Hungry?" he asked and she bowed. "Hmm, bit hard eating like that I guess," he grinned, those eyes twinkling and Sophia went all gooey inside.
MacKay reached up and eased the levers open then carefully removed the headpiece. Seeing for the first time his new lady’s face in real life. Even better that the photographs he’d had taken of her last month. A professional guy sent to London, following the girl and seeing just how she interacted with her friends, old colleagues and so on.
Having researched Sophia Rohannson through her company files, he was an expert hacker and knew all about her work and the facts of her tribunal, though he’d have to tell her something important soon. Doing the same on her social network and he knew… she was THE one. That was for later as her eyes glanced at the cooker.
Now she needed feeding and he told Sophia to wait as he removed the collar, unclipped the ankles then freed her wrists, permitting the girl to rub herself better. Taking off the belt last. She smiled back at him, paused, then after he’d nodded she quietly said thanks.
"Good girl, I think you’ll do, come here…" Ian said at last. He reached for her and Sophia broke down in tears. Rushing into his opening arms and they wrapped tightly round her torso. Relieved it was all going to be fine as they looked at each other before breaking off then she kissed him on the lips.
By golly he knew how to snog. Tongues and all, the girl running short of air before they broke off smiling. Her lovely chest going in and out, straining against the fabric of the corset and the rest.
"Right, let’s eat Sophia," he chuckled, seeing her glowing. The girl wondering… "Food I hope. Rather than me?" she quipped and now he laughed, giving her a rub on the arm.
"Indeed. But I’m seriously impressed. Though I don’t recall saying you should have unlocked the wardrobe and used the restraints yet. I’d be concerned if you got stuck when I’m not here. More to the point you could have hurt yourself if you’d fallen down the stairs. I couldn’t face the thought of that. Please don’t try it again Sophia, or not until you’ve had some practice doing stairs in these outfits," he said gently, rubbing her arm. She bowed her head at this admonishment, but pleased he was concerned for her welfare, got another stroke then helped him finish cooking an impressive breakfast.
That was consumed, Sophia serving him first then doing her own and getting another nod of approval for her efforts. Proud that she was a decent cook thanks to years of doing it for her widowed father. She cleared it away then followed him to the marvellous sitting room. A look around and she realised this guy was seriously rich. Even her old salary and the tribunal money wouldn’t have got anywhere close to this.
They sat down, Ian taking time to see just how elegantly she did that. Hands sliding under her dresses then smoothing them out, tucking her feet demurely to one side as a lady should. Then resting both hands in her lap and waiting. He decided she’d either been to deportment classes or was very well brought up. It was the second, her mother Victoria had been strict on this for her daughter, but she assumed he knew all about her and the family now.
Ian MacKay confirmed this, explaining who he really was and it took a while. How he’d researched Sophia in more personal details once her letter had arrived and he’d begun talking to her. The girl’s eyes widening as she saw the photos he’d had taken in London and her trip to a girlfriend’s wedding in France. It shook her for a moment then she saw him staring. "If you’re not happy my dear, you may leave and we’ll forget this ever happened Sophia. There’s only this one set and I’d let you destroy them. That’s my word," he said.
Having discovered during this morning’s chatter he was a very important character in the investment world she knew he’d keep it. Ian MacKay ran his own company, MoorTrak Ltd, and she smiled wryly as she now deciphered the name. "Rannoch, and Railways, very good, original mind" and he bowed in acknowlegement. She’d had dealings with them while in London, got her fingers burnt when they’d screwed her bosses on a trade because their offer beat hers. "So it was YOU who did the ChemBank deal then?" she exclaimed. Her biggest trade and she got beaten at the last moment by that damn MTL code flashing up again.
She nearly got fired over that but then the boss saw who’d beaten them. "Bloody Jocks, wish they’d have their own Exchange and leave!" On asking her manager who this MTL were she’d got a stare. "Someone even we dare not challenge. Leave it there young lady, please." he’d said.
Now it appeared she was talking to No 1 MTL himself!
"It was, sorry young lady, I know you copped some grief over it" he grinned. "But there is a very good compensation package!" She stared back and agreed, smiling on saying though she’d lost out, and it saw her prove to her boss she could take it. "He even stopped saying, ‘Sophia dear, be a sweetie and make some coffee’ she joked, doing a silly parody of her manager. Ian laughed then he began to explain why he regarded her so highly. "Do you make decent coffee mind?" he asked and she smiled broadly now.
Telling a surprised Sophia that he, as MTL had been impressed at how far her BSP people had pushed him. Almost to the point HE had bottled out! She grinned wryly again. Had that trade gone through she would have been invited to become a Partner in BSP rather than a worker bee. Though the hours of work that would have involved would have pushed her close to breakdown despite the money on offer.
"So in a way, you did me a favour. You, Ian, damn you; got me fired from a stressful job working for people I couldn’t stand. Thanks buddy!" and they both laughed now. Then Ian MacKay dropped the little grenade. "But actually it was because of that, I wanted YOU Sophia. Your effort challenged me in a way I’d not faced before" He looked shamefaced now. "That’s why I got you blacklisted. Put the advert in the paper I knew you read and prayed like heck you’d see it." She stared in shock. "Don’t worry. If you hadn’t done so within two months I’d have got it lifted. You made it by two weeks. So please don’t take it personally. But now, with your skills I’d like you Sophia to join me here at MTL!"
She gasped at this. What an opportunity and she almost said yes straight away, but paused. Thinking things rationally. Would it involve all this stuff, wearing these frocks and the bondage stuff? Or were they a ruse, searching her darkest held secrets just to get her to sign up. After that she’d have to wear normal stuff again, treat him like a normal boss?
Sophia waited then asked him straight out, explaining her thoughts and that took a while. He smiled, saying he was glad she’d thought it through. But no, if she wanted… and he grinned, "As I know you do," she went red at that, then yes. This would be her way of life from now on. She’d become his equal partner in the firm, "As it’s only me anyway," but these outfits would continue. "So would the rest, if you wanted?" he replied, eyes twinkling and she smiled and relaxed. Go for it honey…she thought.
"OK Mr MTL, you have another deal, I accept" she said, the pair getting to their feet. Coming closer but instead of shaking hands they embraced and had a huge sloppy snog. "Sealed with a loving kiss. I’ll bet that’s never been heard on a Trading Floor either." she smiled, holding his cool hands.
He grinned then led Sophia next door to the office. Her eyes amazed at all the technology in here. Screens on the wall, his computers, various phones and so on. "Here we are. MTL in all its glory." He said proudly.
Ian led her back to the sitting room and they sat and had a long chat about her bondage experiences. The girl flushing as she explained how it felt. He nodded, knowing it to be true, telling her he’d once been a sub himself to a very domineering woman in London. "She was a tyrant, but taught a rebellious teenager the facts of life… and I loved Margaret for it. Once I qualified from university with grades that exceeded her expectations she occasionally allowed me to dominate her. So I know from both sides of the collar, cuffs and so on." He said, taking a moment to fetch the belt she’d worn this morning.
Sophia headed off to use the bathroom then brought in two coffees, the girl taking time to admire her figure in the mirror, smoothing her hands over the dress. Swinging round and watching how the folds of material moved and she was already in love with this stuff. She might even learn to like the corset!
Back to the room and the pair discussed rules for her, basically when Sophia wore any form of restraint she was not allowed to say a word. Only if she felt a situation had gone too far would she be allowed to use her codewords. Having been told these had to be easy enough to ‘decipher from behind a gag’ The phrase making her shudder but he saw her eyes light up as well. She finished her coffee and took the cups out then returned.
To test this he handed the belt over and told Sophia to put it on with the cuffs faced forward then secure her arms. She did so, her eyes widening as the metal gripped her wrists. Ian told her to sit down and she complied. It was hard to balance and she almost fell back into the seat. He then put more cuffs on her ankles, taking time to caress her legs. She smiled at this then her collar was locked on and got a rub of cheek, the lassie waiting to see what was coming next. Instead he sat down across the room, got a paper from the rack and started to read.
The girl now knowing this was a test and tried to relax as the minutes ticked past. It was hard and he sensed a little frustration as she began wriggling her fingers, Ian remembering the times Margaret had chained him up then left to go to work. She’d only worn them an hour or so… he’d once been left all weekend!
He finally called out some financial stuff, bitching about trade taxes and so on. Asking her opinion and he saw her nodding in agreement, drawing breath, opening her… then pause… just before speaking. She waited then exhaled quietly. Sitting there for another half-hour while he completed the crossword well inside his normal time. Ian smiled, telling her to stand up, the girl doing so rather inelegantly. It’s hard when you’ve not got your hands to push up with, she thought.
Ian freed Sophia, seeing her rub the wrists then standing there. "Well done," he said, taking the girl close and their lips met again. "You passed!" and now her smile lit up the room as another long kiss followed. "Right, I’ll show you round the rest of the place" He watched how she walked in her heels. The strides short, the way her dresses moved and he could see her starting to love it. Her hands now and again running over her body. I’ve got you now Miss Rohannson; he grinned to himself as they went outside. Ian’s house was as impressive externally too. A real country ‘manor’ but he assured her there’d be no gardening duties.
Introducing Sophia to George the horse once he’d changed footwear and brought her to the two-berth stable. Seeing how she gently rubbed the old boys’ nose. Feeding him a sugar cube. He did a bit of cleaning, happy to muck the beast out. She offered but he declined, saying that she wasn’t to get her dress dirty. Standing admiring those muscles when he’d removed the jacket. Once finished he took the girl to the other berth and walked in. Sophia amazed to see HER name on a new shiny plate.
"Come on in," he ordered, standing with a thick collar in his hand. She obeyed and tried not to shudder as he locked it around her neck then took the keys out, the chain on that leading from the wall. "Right love, you’ll be safe in here till lunchtime" he smiled then walked out, closed the half door and bolted it.
Looking over as she stood staring back. Then Sophia smiled and winked! Making a whinny noise and tossed her head, just like he’d often seen George do. He grinned and left her for moment then returned, unbolting the door and coming in with a box marked ‘Sophia’s Tack’ "Always wanted another, you’ll do," he said unpacking a riding jacket. Helping her into it, then placing curious shaped but fine leather gloves on her hands, as these had ‘hooves’ over where her fingers would be. She had to tightly grip the little bar inside each one and he laced the wrists so she couldn’t shake them off.
A pair of boots came next. Knee length and these had NO heel but jacked her feet up, as there were ‘hooves’ under the toe area. She had to rest on the sides of the stable as they were done up. His bloody hands wandered and stroked her upper thigh, getting a really sexy moan as he carried on, touching so gently…there. "Easy honey, easy…Sophilly. Must get the plate changed," he joked coming up to see her eyes sparkling.
"Last…bits, you ready for this?" he asked, his hands back in the box. She nodded, of course hoping it’d be something interesting. Only to stare as Ian pulled out a head harness. Coming to where she stood. "Hold your hair please," he instructed and Sophia paused then looked puzzled, waving her ‘hooves’ at him. "Oops sorry," he grinned then, securing it himself with a rubber band.
He slipped the bridle over her head and told the girl to open her mouth. The bit was placed inside and she obeyed the order to clamp her jawbones on it, just behind those pearly white teeth. Ian could now tighten the myriad of straps onto the collar and also hold her mouth firmly shut. When he saw Sophia’s eyes start to widen and nose flare, bucking her head a little he apologised and loosened one a notch, adding a pair of ears to the top. "There, just like George has," he grinned, showing her the reflection in a mirror.
Sophia flushed when Ian leaned in and smirked, "Soon I’ll be riding you too, with or without a whip!" He went to leave but then stopped. "Oops, I forgot the blinkers," he grinned, taking them and attaching to either side of her harness. "Better…nah, think you’re a little excitable…Sophilly". So he pulled them a
