Cecilia Medina - The Mishandled Mistress Part 1

It was still hard for Cecilia Medina to fully accept the present situation as she sat in her cream garden dress at the oak desk in her luxurious study, as it had just been four weeks since she had inherited the estate from her late aunt. As she looked through the latest reports on her laptop concerning the income from the assets that had been left to her, she remembered the reading of the will that happened left than a month ago.

                                                                                            

Alicia had died after a long illness, about six weeks ago, and it had been on a Friday afternoon like this one when the family had gathered in the lawyers’ office to hear the reading of her will. Even though her aunt hadn’t been a financial genius, she had the ability to recognise people of talent who she employed to set up successful businesses, and made a large fortune as a result. Each member of the family was bequeathed a generous amount of money, but this was on the condition that they did not attempt to challenge the final part of the will. Seeing as no one wanted to kill the goose that laid the golden egg, they all agreed to this condition, but everyone was shocked when the last part was read out.

“Finally, to Cecilia Medina who is otherwise known as my beloved Cecyme, I bequeath my estate along with the grounds, so long as she agrees to the following conditions. The estate or the lands must not be sold by her, but it must be passed on to another family relative who would be considered suitable. Any alterations to the estate must be in keeping with the style of the property, otherwise the place will become an eyesore. The contractual agreements with the present staff must be honoured in full, with the head matron deciding on employment issues and discipline.”

“There are financial assets connected with the estate to ensure that there will be a sufficient income that will be appropriate with the property, so that the new mistress will not want for anything.”

It would be fair to say that Cecilia was the most surprised member of her family, because even though she visited her aunt often when she was younger and was very fond of her, the lady was unable to comprehend why the property was left to her.

Maybe it’s because she felt that I was the relative that she would trust the most in ensuring that this place would not be turned into some kind of modern monstrosity. After all, I was the one who suggested that any modern devices in the place look as if they were Victorian in style whenever possible and even my present notebook looks like something out of a Jules Verne story, with its brass casing. It was just a matter of finding the right specialists to provide custom casings for the equipment.

As the Friday afternoon continued, Cecilia looked out of the window and saw one of the three male housekeepers cutting the grass on the lawn with an old fashioned mower. Along with the three maids and the forty six year old matron of the house, the total of staff came to seven which seemed to be too much for this house, but it wasn’t her job to decide the amount needed, and it allowed for a rota where people could take time off if necessary.

It was surprising to the lady that anyone would want to be a housekeeper or a maid when there were more modern positions that they could apply for, but Matron Lydia said that the retirement pension was very good and there was a special incentives package which appealed to them. They all worked hard at their jobs and sometimes when she walked past any of the maids, the woman noticed a special smile that seemed to hint at some kind of secret.

Even though she tried to get everyone to call her Cecyme, everyone called her “Mistress Medina” or just “Mistress” and she thought she recognised most of them from when she was visiting the mansion as a teenager. They weren’t working as staff at those times, but they were from the local village and they were allowed to play in Alicia’s gardens, so long as they didn’t cause any damage.

The games during the summer holiday were wonderful, especially when we ended up playing cops and robbers or cowboys and Indians.

It was one sunny afternoon when one of the boys suggested that they play a game of cowboys and Indians and Cecilia ended up being one of the Indian squaws. It wasn’t long before she was captured by the cowboys and she was taken to a tree in the garden before she was made to stand with her hands behind the trunk where they were tied together with rope. More rope was taken around her body and Cecilia was soon lashed to the tree, but this was different than previous games because she soon discovered that she was unable to escape. This scared her a little, but her captivity was accompanied by an incredible feeling which she felt that she was unable to describe to anyone else.

After this event, the teenager almost ended up volunteering to be the helpless prisoner in most of the games, and it wasn’t unusual for her to end up bound and gagged for quite some time. One thing that she found unusual was that her aunt or any of the staff were not surprised at the situations that she often found herself in, neither did they try to rescue her.

This came to a halt after a few years when her family moved, plus there were the studies that demanded an increasing amount of her time, but she still looked back with fond memories of the summers that she spent here when she played with the others.

A knock on the door brought the lady back to the present day, but there was a second knock before she was able to respond. “Who is it?”

“It’s Matron Isabella, Mistress Medina. May I enter?”

“Certainly, Isabella. By the way, you are allowed to call me Cecilia, or even Cecyme.”

The door opened, Isabella entered the room and she was followed by the three maids who helped to maintain the property, and they lined up in front of the Mistress while keeping their hands behind their backs.

“Mistress.” The Matron said as she stepped around the desk so that Cecilia had to turn to her right to keep her in view. “Everything is cleaned up ahead of schedule, and the maids wish to know if it is permissible for them to finish for the day.”

The notebook was closed down and the lady rose up from her chair before pushing it against the table as she turned to face her matron. “I don’t see why you need my permission for this, Isabella, as you are the better judge in the first place, but if you need my permission, then it is given.”

“Thank you Mistress Medina. Okay ladies, the weekend is here!”

In a moment, three pairs of arms took hold of the surprised Mistress and before the lady had a chance to react, she found herself lying in a prone position on the floor with the matron kneeling in front of her. The maid that was sitting on Cecilia’s back took hold of her hair, and the woman’s neck was strained as her head was pulled back, while the matron tore a strip off a roll of black duct tape which she used to seal the lady’s lips together.

“That should keep you quiet while we set to work. Girls, let’s strip the slut.” Isabella took hold of the captive’s hands and pulled them above her head while one of the maids sat down on the helpless woman’s legs, and a second maid took just a few seconds to pull the dress up to Cecilia’s wrists before unhooking the soft satin bra and moving that up as well.

A squeal was emitted from the gag of the lady as her black pantyhose was pulled down to her ankles and she blushed with embarrassment as her panties followed just a few moments later which left her naked as she lay there on the floor. Her shoes were pulled away from her feet which allowed the garments around her ankles to be removed, and a moment later, her dress and bra were taken away from her hands.

What are you lot doing to me? Why have you stripped me naked?

The hands of the helpless lady were pulled around to behind her back. before they were placed so that they were palm to palm and she noticed the coils of rope that had been dropped on the floor. So that’s what you were holding behind your backs when you walked into the room. You’re going to tie me up as well! One of the lengths was picked up by Isabella who wrapped it ten times around Cecilia’s wrists before four cinches were applied and tightened with the ends knotted together out of reach of her fingers. One of the maids, a Japanese lady by the name of Megumi pulled the elbows of the captive together. and used another cord to bind her arms above the elbows with twelve loops that were cinched five times to ensure that it was tight.

I don’t think that I am going to get free from this. While the lady’s arms were being bound together, the red-haired Colette wound eleven wraps of rope around Cecilia’s ankles and four loops between her legs provided a snug and secure grip. Another length of cord bound the soles of the captive’s feet together with ten turns, and two windings between her soles locked her feet in place so that they had to move in unison.

It was the turn of the blond Selma to help with the binding of the helpless Mistress, and her first act was to pick up two lengths of rope which she used to bind the captive’s legs below and above the knees with twelve loops. Four cinches were used to tighten the cords so that they dug into the skin of the nude lady, and the knots were secured so that there would not be any chance of her freeing herself. The captive was forced onto her right side by Selma before a length of cord was taken twice around Cecilia’s waist, and the ends were tied together above her navel.

A double-stranded piece of rope was selected, the looped end was taken over the waist rope at the back of the lady, and the double end was threaded through the loop which was pulled tight so that the end was secured. The loose end was taken between Cecilia’s upper thighs and looped around the waist rope at the front before it was threaded back between her legs, with the captive being rolled back onto her front when this was completed.

Megumi sat on the back of the bound nude and bound one end of a length of rope to the beautiful tresses of the powerless lady before causing her to yelp when her head was pulled back by the oriental lady who said “She’s ready for your attention, Matron Isabella.”

What are you doing with my undergarments? Poor Cecilia could do nothing but watch as her panties, hose and bra were gathered together by the matron, who took the soft material of the bra and rolled it into a ball before pulling away the tape that covered the captive’s lips. You are not putting that thing inside my mouth. Nonononono! Although the lady did her best not to open her mouth, she screamed with laughter as the soles of her feet were assailed by Collette’s fingers, while the sides suffered the scraping of Selma’s nails. As a result of this, the bound woman was unable to offer any resistance as the bra was stuffed inside her mouth, and her own pantyhose was wrapped between her teeth and around her head several times before the ends were tied together at the back of her head.

Can this day get any worse? Even as Cecilia had this thought, she realised that it was going to be answered as the matron handed the pair of panties over to Megumi.

“I know that you are a particularly perverted lady, so you can have the honour of doing this.” Isabella said.

“Why thank you, Matron. I will enjoy this moment with Cecyme the slut. Have a sniff of your own body.” The captive struggled in her bonds but this proved to be useless as the panties were placed over her head so that her face was covered, and her hair along with the rope was threaded through one of the holes. There was more to come for the bound lady as the other end of the rope that was attached to her hair was taken around her ankle bonds, and pulled so tight that her upper body was forced up from the floor with her head strained back as far as possible before the other end was tied off.

“May I add the final part, Matron?” Selma said.

“Go ahead, I know you like applying this cord.”

The rope that had been threaded through Cecilia’s legs was looped over her wrist rope, and taken around her ankle bonds where the end was knotted off with the result that the cord dug into the most intimate part of her body.

“There we are, Matron.” Selma said “The slave is securely bound.”

Slave? Did you call me a slave? The bound nude could do nothing but watch as the blurry images of the four ladies lined up in front of her as Isabella spoke.

“Cecyme the slut, Cecyme the slave. This is to be your name and life from now on, so you had better get used to it. Ladies, I think that we should leave our helpless whore alone for a few hours so that she can become acquainted with her new position, and then the fun can really start.”

The four women laughed as they filed out of the room, leaving ‘Cecyme’ alone in her bondage and her fear as she wondered what was going to happen to her when they returned. The fear had diminished a little after a few minutes, and the lady started to struggle against her bonds even though she knew that these ropes were secure, but to her surprise the incredible and thrilling feeling was just as strong as when she was tied up as a teenager. Not only that, but there was a brand new sensation as a result of the cord that was rubbing against the top of her legs, a sensation that felt as if a fire had been lit in the most intimate part of her body.

This can’t be! I’ve become aroused by the ropes that are holding me prisoner!

(To Be Continued)