Cecilia Medina - The Mishandled Mistress Part 2

It didn’t take the nude captive long to understand that the maids along with the matron had been very thorough with the application of the ropes and her body was so restricted that she was unable to roll onto her side. Cecilia explored the ropes that she could reach with her fingers, but she discovered that any knots were out of reach which was to be expected as she remembered the times when all four of them played together in the gardens. Those were games before, but this time I’m an actual naked prisoner of the ladies. I just hope that this is a prank on their behalf, and that I will be freed in a few hours time. Maybe I need to relax and go along with this; after all I doubt that they have any intention of committing any malevolent act towards me. This game is on a level that I have never experienced before though, and even if there is no ill-will I may find myself being forced to do things that I couldn’t imagine.

Although the bound woman tried to relax on the floor, this proved to be impossible as the position was new and uncomfortable for her as her head was pulled back, and every little movement caused the ropes to rub against her skin so that she remained thrilled. Little gasps escaped from her mouth after a little while as the squirming in her bonds caused the rope between her legs to perform an erotic caress against her lips of love, and soon the lady struggled just so she could obtain the lustful pleasure that she began to desire. So that’s why you have tied me up and left me like this, it’s not to torture me but to make me feel thrilled and aroused. I doubt that it will be so easy as time goes on because there are a lot of ideas on the internet and you will be sure to introduce them to me.

Cecilia had never spoken to anyone about her bondage fantasies as she was too shy to approach the people that she knew about them, so she had to be content with the bondage movies that she had discovered online and with the thoughts in her mind as she pleasured herself. As the naked lady lay on the floor in her helplessness, she came to the realisation that the tying up games that she had played with the maids when they were teenagers must have developed into bondage situations and Cecilia had ended up at the centre of it. My ‘kidnapping’ must have been planned, and Matron Isabella is a part of this, but I wonder just how long has this been going on for? I’m not in a position to ask any questions, but even when my gag is removed I’ll be told to remain quiet so I’ll have to wait until all of this is explained to me.

It wasn’t long before Cecilia lost track of time and she concentrated on the pleasure of her captivity as the ropes caressed her bare skin, with her moans being an audible measure of her erotic distraction.

“My, it seems that our new slave is really enjoying her bondage, and I was truly expecting you to be defiant and protesting. That is just wonderful even though it is amazing to see, and I just love seeing your cheeks turn red as you realise that I am here.”

The helpless woman felt her face burn as she heard the voice of the red-headed Collette who must have been standing there listening to the moans that the captive had emitted from her gagged mouth. I was so preoccupied with the sexual enjoyment that I was receiving that I never even heard you walk in. The important thing is: What are you going to do to me? You said ‘new slave’ when you spoke, which meant that there must have been a slave before me, so who was it?

It was impossible for Cecilia to be able to get a good view of Collette because of the panties over the helpless woman’s face, but it seemed as if something was different about her Maid uniform. “I have been given orders by ‘Mistress’ Isabella to persuade you to be more compliant and not to put up a fight as we enjoy a special Saturnalia.”

At the comment of the word ‘Saturnalia’ Cecilia became less fearful concerning her fate at the hands of her captors, as she was aware of the historical connotations concerning ancient Rome. If I remember my history, it’s a holiday celebration that involved the role reversal of master and servant and I have changed from being the mistress of the house to a slave who is being held in nude bondage. It’s only late spring and the old holiday was the forerunner of Christmas, but it sounds as if the time has been brought forward. This should also be a temporary situation which means that I will be back in charge, but I’ll be lucky if I’m a free woman before the weekend is over.

“First, I need to make you just a little more comfortable as you are just too restrained at the moment.” Collette said as she untied the end of the rope that was knotted into the captive’s hair, and the other end was removed from the bonds that connected her ankles which allowed her to rest her head upon the floor. “I know just how you feel, slave Cecyme. By the way, that is your name so you had better get used to thinking of it as such as you don’t want to appear to be disobedient by ignoring it.”

You must have been bound like me at some time if you know what this feels like. Has everyone gone through this type of bondage, even Isabella? Anyway, perhaps I should think of myself as Cecyme the slave, as it might be easier for me to get through the weekend if I adopt this frame of mind.

“Now, Cecyme, you are to close your eyes and I will remove the panties before blindfolding you with a cloth strip. If you choose to be disobedient and open your eyes, you will not only be experiencing your panties as a gag, but Matron will contribute hers as well, which you will not like at all. Do you understand?”

Cecyme had no wish to discover what her panties tasted like, as she had spent the last two hours inhaling the smell of her own underwear, so she nodded her head and closed her eyes. The undergarment was pulled away from her head and there was pressure on her eyelids as the cloth was placed over her upper face before the ends were taken around to the back of her head and bound together in a secure knot.

“It’s time to show the sweet, sexy slave what we do to captives in this mansion.” Collette said as she turned that captive over onto her left side, and the helpless lady struggled as she heard what was said as she thought that it meant some kind of dire torture. “Don’t be worried, silly slave Cecyme, I have no intention of bringing you to any harm.” The maid said as she lay down on the floor facing the helpless woman before caressing the captive’s hair and landing sweet kisses onto her cheeks. “See, there is nothing to be worried about.”

The stroking of the captive’s hair continued as her neck was kissed by the maid before Collette bit and sucked at the neck of the helpless lady in a playful manner. After a few minutes, the maid took her hands down from the captive’s hair down to her bosom, and Cecyme couldn’t help but moan as the tips of Collette’s fingers applied a gentle pressure as they ran over the mounds of the helpless lady’s breasts. Soon, there was a yelp from the captive as she felt a fore finger and thumb grip each of her nipples before they were pulled and twisted which let her know just how much she was at the mercy of the maid who could do anything to her.

The sucking and biting of Cecyme’s neck became more intense and the woman wondered if she was going to end up with bruises that would advertise what had happened to her once the weekend was over. Soon the kissing at her neck stopped and the lips moved down to the centre of her chest, while the fingers of her captor traced a path down to her lower abdomen, and as the first gentle kisses landed on the mounds of her breasts, the tips of the maid’s fingers ran over the bound woman’s Mound of Venus. The effect of this was electrifying to the helpless Cecyme as the flame of her lust was stoked, and her moans grew in volume as she writhed before the maid who was providing so much pleasure.

Collette’s fingers pressed harder against the Mound of the powerless Cecyme, and the maid landed sweet kisses in a circle around the areola of the roped woman who was enjoying every moment of her attention as the feeling of erotic fulfilment moved ever closer. There was a squeal of pleasure from the writhing captive as one of the maid’s hands moved between the legs of the helpless woman and her nipples were each flicked in turn by the lady’s tongue.

Please, just take me to ecstasy, touch me with your fingers and make my body explode. As fingers felt and probed the lips of love that lay between Cecyme’s legs, the mouth of the maid kissed, bit and sucked at the nipples of the lady who felt that she was very close to the peak of her pleasure. Just a little more, please just a little more. The kisses of the captive’s nipples were interspersed with the sucking of her breasts and there was the most intense stroking of her intimate area as the fingers probed into her most erotic recess.

It only took another minute for Cecyme to feel that she was moments away from the explosion of her libido, as it felt as the area between the legs was on fire, when the maid stopped her actions.

No! You can’t leave me like this! I was so close, please finish me off!

“Our slut of a Cecyme is ready, Mistress Isabella.” Collette called out and after a few seconds three people walked into the room where the captive was struggling with all of her might, as her body was racked with denial while she screamed through her gag for her sexual release.

“You have two choices, Cecyme.” Mistress Isabella said. “One, you can stay like this until midnight when you will be set free, with Collette teasing you so that you are kept on the boil.”

I can’t do that, I’ll be driven mad by my own lust if I have to endure a torment like this for that long. As she felt that this offer was unacceptable to her, the captive decided that she had no choice but to shake her head at the proposal.

“The second is that you accept your proper place as our slave until it is time for your freedom, and Collette will provide you with the sating of your lust for the moment.”

You set this up with Collette, so I would be brought to a point where desire equals torment, with the result that I have no other option but to surrender to you. You win, Isabella. Cecyme nodded her head in defeat as she squirmed in the ropes that restrained her naked body, in the hope that the fire of pleasure that burned inside her would be brought to its conclusion.

“Continue with your sexy slave, Collette, we want to see her experience a bondage orgasm for the first time.” Isabella said.

The struggles of the helpless lady grew in intensity as she heard the comment from her mistress, as she thought that her release would be in private and not for the entertainment of others. You can’t watch me while this happens, I need Collette to do this to me with no one else watching.

“You are a slave now, which means that you obey. Would you prefer to wait until midnight? Collette, you may sate the sexy Cecyme.”

There was a forced moan from the gagged mouth off the captive as her breasts were kissed and bitten by the maid, who again caressed the most intimate part of her body as the fingers probed ever deeper into her. It wasn’t long before the flame in her loins had built back up to the point where she had been tormented by denial and there was no pause in the actions of the maid.

Yes, YES, YESSS! The long and loud scream from Cecyme was accompanied by convulsions as her body jerked in the bondage, and her entire being was filled with the feeling of ecstasy that had exploded from between her legs which caused her to be oblivious to anything else.

“That was quite a performance, slave. You can be assured that this will not be the only time you will experience bliss, so long as you remain compliant.” Isabella said “It’s time to get you changed into your work clothes now, so that you can begin your other duties.”

Other duties? That would mean that I’m not only going to be playing erotic games.

The crotch rope and waist rope that held the captive in a hogtie which proved to be very erotic were untied, and the helpless Cecyme was lifted up off the floor so that she could be placed on the ornate wooden chair. Three pairs of hands set to work on removing the bonds that restrained her legs at the ankles and below and above the knees so that they were untied in less than a minute. Her feet were lifted up off the floor and something which she presumed to be a pair of panties were taken up her legs to the point where they were above her knees, after which socks were put on each ankle along with a pair of high heeled shoes.

The helpless woman was made to stand up and the panties were pulled up to her waist before the socks were rolled up to the top of her thighs which let her know that they were hold-up stockings. Once the stockings were in place, her legs were brought together and a length of rope was wrapped ten times around her ankles before four cinches were tightened with the ends bound together in a secure knot.

This process was repeated in the same way three more times with the legs of the captive, below and above the knees and just below the tops of her stockings so that her movement would be restricted. The elbows of the captive were untied first with the removal of the wrist bonds following, and her arms were lifted above her head with a dress being pulled down over her arms and down her body. After this was done, a glove was put on each arm which went past her elbows and her arms were pulled together behind her back with her hands placed palm to palm. A rope was wound ten times around her wrists, with three added cinches that secured her hands together, and her elbows were pulled together before another length of cord bound them together in the same way which left her forearms locked in a parallel position.

A long rope was wrapped around her arms and chest above and below her ample bosom, and a shorter length was looped up and down between her breasts around the ropes so that the cord was forced to press into her flesh. More long cord was taken around her lower arms and her waist with a short amount hanging off from the front, which was threaded between her upper thighs and looped over her wrist bonds before it was pulled tight and knotted off as her new crotch rope.

“No speaking while we change your gag, unless you want your bottom to be bright red.” The pantyhose that held the bra in her mouth was untied and the bra was pulled out of her mouth before a large rubber ball was inserted between her teeth, with the main straps taken around to the back of her neck where they were buckled together. A second strap was lifted up from the front and over the top of her head where it was also buckled in place at the back of her neck, before two small straps were buckled together under her chin. Although Cecyme thought that her new bondage was finished, there was a click just in front of her mouth and it felt to her as if the balance of weight in the front of her face had changed.

There was laughing and giggling around her once that the work had been completed along with a sound that suggested something had been moved along the floor, and Mistress Isabella said “You can remove her blindfold, Yuki. Let Cecyme see what we have done to her.”

The strip of cloth which had robbed the captive of her sight was removed and the bound woman opened her eyes to a sight that she had never believed to be possible as she stared at the mirror.

The ladies are in saucy French Maid costumes, and I’m a sexy maid in bondage! Plus there’s a feather duster attached to my harness gag. I didn’t know that these types of gags could be obtained. I must admit that my bondage is very erotic though.

“You do look fine as a bound and gagged maid, slave.” Isabella said, and Cecyme looked over at the woman who was in charge, gasping at the clothing that she was wearing. The main item was something that could be described as a sleeveless leather bodysuit with black pantyhose, her black leather stiletto boots went up to her thighs and her gloves of the same material went past her elbows.

OMG, you look so incredible and dominant, Isabella. If you had just walked in like that earlier, I think that I would have obeyed any of your commands.

“I see that your submission is showing in your eyes, slave. Now you can start your work.”

Work? What work?

“There is one more floor of the mansion to be dusted and it is the one which we are on. To earn your supper, you have to dust the rooms to our satisfaction.”

The helpless Cecyme shook her head at this instruction. I have no chance of doing any work while I’m bound like this, as I do not think that I can dust with my mouth. OW! OW! OW!

Once the three other French maids had delivered a spank each, the Mistress continued “you are quite capable of performing these duties as we have all done this, including myself. Now, you have received a punishment for disobedience. Do you want to be spanked again?”

It seems that I have no choice. Slave Cecyme hopped out of the room towards the end of the corridor so that she could start her cleaning duty…

(To Be Continued)