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Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Cecilia Medina - The Mishandled Mistress Part 20

“I see that my helpless captive is starting to stir from her very long slumber.” Mistress Isabella said as the helpless lady lifted her head up from the bed, and the captive heard a click from the back of her neck before the lady pulled her hands back.

What have you done? Cecyme’s eyes opened wide when she heard the sound, and she looked up at the woman who was kneeling on the bed in front of her in the hope of finding out what had happened.

“I love how you can make a question with your eyes whenever something happens, Cecyme.” The Madam said with a smile on her face as she lifted the helpless woman into a kneeling position. “That is a little lock which will not allow you to remove your gag.” Once the captive was upright, her captor knelt behind her and started to untie the rope that held her wrists to her ankles before removing the cords that held her arms to her torso. “Before I place you in something different than ropes, I am untying you so that you can use my private room for a break, as having to go in bondage can be embarrassing even at the best of times.”

Once the rope that held the prisoner’s legs locked together in a frogtie were removed, she was able to kneel straight up so that the Mistress would have easy access to the two ropes that bound her legs together at the ankles and just below the knees. “You can stand up now, my lovely lady.” Isabella said, and the woman moved her legs over the side of the bed in order that she could reach the floor, with the captor standing behind her so that the last of the ropes around her arms could be untied.

“Take your break now, and I will prepare the necessary items to bind you again.” Isabella said, so the gagged woman made her way to the private bathroom of the madam and she looked around the small room once she had locked the door behind her.

There is a shower, washbasin and toilet in here, and it is as luxurious as mine, except for the fact that I have a bath as well. I shouldn’t waste my time here, as my Mistress might get annoyed if I take too long. Once the woman was assured of her privacy, she made use of the facilities in the bathroom so that she could take an effective break and she was finished after a few minutes had gone by. When the lady opened the bathroom door and walked back into the bedroom that belonged to her Mistress, she noticed that one item had been moved into the centre of the room.

“I see that you did not take long with your break, so I will not have to punish you for tardiness. You will now stand in front of the full length mirror with it on your left hand side, and your hands will be placed with the palms together behind your back.” Cecyme walked over to the mirror which was in the centre of the room and she turned around so that her left side was shown in the reflection, before putting her hands together behind her back in the way that her Mistress commanded.

What on earth is that thing you have taken out from one of your drawers? It looks like some kind of large black glove, so it might be an armbinder. The captive continued to stare in the mirror as the end of the item was use to cover her hands, and she felt the heat return to the intimate area at the top of her legs as a strap was pulled tight around her wrists before it was buckled into place. Oh wow, this is making me feel aroused and only my wrists have been bound up till now. Maybe it’s because my hands are already very restricted and this is added to with the feel of the leather. The restraint was taken up the arms of the bound woman by her captor, who took her time in tightening up the laces which caused the arms of the helpless woman to get closer and closer. Once the laces were knotted off at the end of the armbinder, another strap was taken around the top of the captive’s forearm which caused her elbows to touch behind her back. The long strap on the right side of the glove was taken around the right side of the prisoner’s upper chest and over the left shoulder so that it could be attached to the left top of the restraint, and the left strap was taken around her body in the same way so that it could be buckled to the top right side.

I don’t know why this is already having such an effect on me, but it could be the tactile sensation along with the visible appearance of the restraint sheathing my arms. After a few moments of staring at herself in the mirror, the lady discovered that she was rubbing her thighs together so that she could feel the warmth grow between her legs. This feels so good.

“That’s how acted when I wore an armbinder for the first time, when Alicia put me in it, and it still feels wonderful whenever I am restrained in one.” Isabella’s voice ended the moment of reverie for the helpless lady and she blushed in her embarrassment as she stood to attention, concentrating on keeping her legs still. “There’s nothing wrong in feeling sexy in bondage, Cecyme, but we all get caught out like this from time to time. I think your sexualisation will be enhanced it I add something to your legs.” A pair of black stiletto shoes, along with a set of black sheer hold up stockings were carried over to the prisoner by her captor and her right foot was lifted up before the stocking and shoes were put on her leg, with this being repeated to her left leg.

“I will add some straps to your legs and body now.” It took a moment for the lady to take a bag out of the drawer and return to the helpless lady who realised that she was looking forward to being bound in this way. The first strap was wound around her ankles where it was buckled tight, and the second one was bound half of the way between her feet and her knees with the third going just below her knees. Next a strap was attached above her knees with the fifth pressing around her legs at the mid thighs, before the final leg strap was buckled almost at the top of her legs above her stockings.

“Now it is time for the last three straps to be applied.” Isabella said as she removed a trio of longer straps out of the bag, with the first one taken around the captive’s upper chest and arms above the breast. A second strap was buckled into place around her chest, but just below the breasts while the last one was bound as tight as possible around her waist and lower arms, so that her arms were locked to her back. “That is it, you are in a rather lovely leather bondage with straps and an armbinder. I want you to hop around the room in this bondage as I think you should get a feel for moving around in it.”

Cecyme felt a little unsteady at first as she took her first small moves with the straps restricting her movements as it had a different effect on her than when she was bound with rope. However, with each new hop, the lady became more confident as she moved around the room and she listened to the story that was being told by Mistress Isabella.

“Before you fell asleep, I promised to tell you about the cookies that you have always enjoyed. It wasn’t long after Alicia and I started our affair when I had an extremely perverted idea, and it was about creating a cookie that would taste delicious when you added, well let’s say the natural flavour of the intimacy of a woman.” As the helpless lady continued in her hopping, she noticed that her captor’s cheeks were turning red. “I set out to see if I could find the right combination of ingredients to create such a delightful morsel, and I managed to succeed before long. However, it does have an amazing side effect for a fair number of women, including you and Selma, and they are almost irresistible in this situation, unless the person has had a recent orgasm.”

“This is why I have never marketed these as some ladies would end up clearing the supermarket shelves. Plus, if word ever got out about the origins of my kinky cookies, a lot of problems would ensue. Anyway, it appears that you are getting used to hopping around with leather straps so I have something new to add. Please hold still as I need to place a special blindfold on you.” The lady reached into the bag, took out a leather blindfold and placed the pads against the closed eyes of the captive before connecting the straps together at the back of her head. “The eye pads are removable, so you can see without me having to unbuckle the entire blindfold. Now I am going to attach the very special addition.”

Now I can’t see what you are going to do to me, which means I won’t be able to prepare myself for any shocks. What is that? Ouch! A touch of cold metal against the left nipple of the prisoner made her worried about her present helplessness, but a moment later she squealed as the nipple seemed to be held in a steel grip. There was another cry from her after a few seconds when the same thing happened to her right nipple, and her eye pads were removed which let her see that the sensitive flesh of her breasts were crushed by what looked like two miniature thumbscrews that were connected by a chain.

“These are nipple clamps, and I like this type because of the precise control that you can apply. By turning the screws, you can take this from a minor discomfort to extreme pain. I will show you how easy it is.” Isabella said as she took hold of the top of the screws with her hands, and a little turn caused the captive to shriek out as pain shot through her breasts from her tormented nipples. “That’s how little it takes, but I don’t want it to be at this level for you at the moment.” It almost felt like relief for the prisoner as the screws were turned in the opposite direction, but she cried out again when the Mistress gave a sharp tug on the attached chain. “As you can see, this also allows me to inflict discomfort.” Another cry happened as the links were pulled for a second time. “So, this means that you will have no choice but to follow me around wherever I go, when I curl my right index finger around it like this.”

Ouch, stop that. I’ll follow you now. Cecyme knew that she had to move behind her captor in small hops so that she could avoid having her nipples tormented, but even her own movement made her suffer a little with the clamps shifting position.

“It can hurt a little when you hop, but it is a better choice than suffering by having your breasts pulled away from your chest.” Isabella led the helpless prisoner so that she was hopping all around the room for about ten minutes, until the captive ended up back at right side of the bed facing the headboard. The Mistress sat down with her bottom on the bed so that her lap was above the floor, and the prisoner was looking more than a little worried at what was to happen next.

You’re going to give me a good spanking, and there’s nothing I can do to stop you or even hop away as you are still holding onto the clamp chain.

“You can either to decide to lie across my lap so that I can give you a nice little spanking, or I can pull you down by your nipples. It is up to you if you wish to be cooperative, but if you are a good girl, at least you can spare yourself from having your breasts tormented.”

I can’t believe that you have manoeuvred me into lying down for you, but you have shown me just how much these can hurt. Knowing that she had no choice in the matter, Cecyme lay across the lap of her Mistress from right to left so that her bottom was a perfect target for her captor’s right hand.

“Good, now I can have some fun with you.” Isabella pressed her left hand down on the back of the helpless lady who was lying across her legs, while she raised her right above the bottom of her captive. “It is time to get started.” A stinging blow landed on the posterior of the prisoner which was followed by another five but she managed to stop herself from making any noise as the pain seemed to be minor.

I expected that I would be screaming out in pain, but this is almost invigorating in nature. Have I missed something about how I’m supposed to be spanked? As Cecyme was trying to work out why this was different, her bottom was caressed and the touch felt good after the six spanks that she had received.

“It starts off very gentle at first before the intensity increases, and the bottom is always smoothed before the next half-dozen blows. Now for the next six spanks.”

However, a knock on the door interrupted the latest round of spanking with three blows being delivered, and the lady put her hand down before speaking. “Who is it?”

“It is Collette here, and I have Selma with me. There has been a slight problem, and we need to talk to you. May we come in please?”

“Just give me a minute as I have to prepare my prisoner before you come in.” Isabella said as she helped her captive onto her feet before removing the clamps from her nipples and taking another black leather strap from out of the bag. “Lie face down facing the bottom of the bed, slave.” She ordered and the helpless lady followed the instructions, even though she had no idea what this was all about.

This is very unusual, as I doubt that they would have disturbed us unless it was something important. Cecyme felt her legs bend at the knees until her heels pressed into her bottom, and the strap was threaded through the D-ring at the bottom of the armbinder before one end was taken around the strap that bound her ankles together. The two ends of the strap were buckled together to the tightest notch, and the helpless woman knew that she was immobilised on the bed in a strict hogtie, so she turned her head to the left in order to get a better view of the door.

“You can come in now.” Isabella said, and the door opened before Collette and Selma entered the room in their sexy French Maid uniforms, but the captive was surprised by the fact that they brought in another woman who was trembling as she walked. The stranger’s crossed wrists were bound together behind her back with white rope which was also wrapped around her waist, so that she was unable to move her hands. The identity of the lady was hidden by the zipped black leather hood which covered her head with two black pigtails appearing at the bottom, and the removable pads over her eyes prevented her from seeing anything around her. Even though there was a hole in the hood for her mouth, the new captive was unable to speak as there was a large red rubber ball in her mouth with two black straps that were buckled together at the back of her neck.

“Does she have any identification on her?” Isabella said.

“She had this card pinned to her chest.” Selma said as she handed a card over to her Mistress. It says that her name is Sarah Richardson and that she is eighteen years old.”

“Well Sarah, you appear to be in a great deal of trouble at the moment. I take it that she was in the grounds without permission?”

It was Collette’s turn to speak next. “It is worse than that, Mistress Isabella, we discovered that she was inside the house, so she must have got in somehow. The door may have been unlocked. When Selma and I spotted her, we managed to overpower her, and got the hood over her head before we bound and gagged her.”

“Ladies, you two may go now and I will deal with this unlawful intruder.” The Mistress said, and the two maids left the room, closing the door behind them with the stranger turning her head in a futile manner as if she somehow hoped to see something through her hood. “You should have known better than to sneak into the mansion, let alone trespass in the grounds.”

It was the clothing of the captive that caught Cecyme’s attention as she looked at the white blouse, black shoes and the knee length skirt and socks which were both green. The hogtied woman took quite a few seconds to remember where she had seen this set of clothing before, but once the pieces fell into place the captive became very worried about how much trouble that they could end up in as a result if this.

This is a girl scout uniform which means that she is a scout! We’ve ended up placing her in bondage as well!


(To Be Continued.)

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