You look so
gorgeous, yet you appear to be incredibly powerful and sexual at the same time. Chrissy’s heart
was racing as she gazed upon her captor, and the flame between her legs became
stronger as the effect of the clothing worked on her desire. It wasn’t that
Kendra had added anything extra to the outfit that she was wearing, and in fact
the manager had removed her skirt along with her blouse so that her fiery red underwear
was on view. Her bra and panties were lacy in a fifties retro style, although
the most impressive garment was the leather corset that covered her body from
just above her panties to right below her nipples, and from it hung four red
garter straps which were attached the tops of the fishnet stocking on each leg.
A small black bag was being held in her left hand and the captive was amazed
when she recognised the long thin rod with a flat end that Kendra was holding
in her right.
Oh my God, you are
amazing like this and the whip that you are carrying just adds to your
strength. I feel even more helpless just looking at you, and I can no longer
think of you as Kendra as ‘Mistress James’ is far more suitable given our
relative positions. It felt to the helpless lady as if her cheeks were
burning as she looked at the almost goddess-like figure in front of her and she
hoped that her reaction wasn’t obvious so that it could be used against her.
“So, my captive Chrissy, do you like what you see?” Kendra said as she
approached the prisoner who discovered that she was trembling as the lady got
closer.
I was told for the
second part of this test that I should be honest and not hide anything, but answering
this will make it harder for me to resist you. Chrissy nodded
her head in response to the question as she did like the way that the manager
was dressed, but she was puzzled as to why her captor was carrying the riding
crop.
“I notice that you are looking at this little thing in my hand.” The
lady said as she stood in front of the defenceless lady Well, just in case you
are wondering, it is called a riding crop and its main purpose is to be used in
horse riding. However, as a whip it is extremely precise so on one hand it can
be used to inflict pain.” A moment later, Chrissy was caught by surprise as the
end of the whip lashed against the bare flesh of her left thigh, causing her to
emit a loud yelp through her gag as the felt the pain in her leg. “On the other
hand, this device can also be used to provide pleasure.” As the helpless woman
prepared herself for another strike, the tip of the crop was thrust in a gentle
manner between her thighs half-way from the thigh and upper knee ropes, before
it moved up and down the soft flesh there. A muffled moan escaped the lips of
the captive, who discovered that the caress was quite pleasurable and she was
becoming confused as to her own reactions to what her captor was doing,
Even though the
strike from the crop hurt me for a moment, it almost seemed to to be good as
well, because you did it to me. As for the smooth strokes that are occurring
between my legs, these feel so good that I do not want them to stop. I just
wish that I knew what was going on with my own body and mind, as it appears
that Mistress James knows more about how I would behave than I do. Maybe that
questionnaire has revealed things about me to her that even I don’t know about,
so when this is over I am going to have a lot off questions to ask.
“Now Chrissy, I understand that you have the number to the safe in this
office, so I would like you to give it to me in order that we may stop your
interrogation before it can begin. Are you willing to tell me what the number
is?”
I have to hold
onto the number as long as possible, otherwise I could end up failing the test.
I know that you are going to use that crop on me, so things are going to become
more than a little painful for me when I give you the answer. To say that
Chrissy had good reason to be hesitant about replying would be an
understatement, seeing as a strong woman was standing there with a whip in her
hands, but she took a deep breath before shaking her head.
“Oh, that is such a pity as as you have made a decision that you are
going to regret. I will have to do something that we are both going to find to
be unpleasant, but you will be receiving the worst of it.” Kendra took a moment
to put the bag down on the floor by the captive’s chair before the helpless
lady was turned around on the chair so that her back was pressed against the
back of the chair. “This is your last chance to give me the information that I
want, otherwise you are going to suffer.” The manager said as she lifted the
riding crop into the air.
I am not going to
fail at this point, so the answer is still no. Chrissy knew that
she had no chance of avoiding the inevitable situation, so she shook her head
for a second time although she dreaded what was going to happen to her. She
cried out through her gag just a moment later, as the end of the crop lashed
across her thighs and she bit into the rubber ball that filled her mouth in an
attempt to cope with the pain that she experienced every few seconds. It wasn’t
long before the captive noticed that the strikes against her legs caused a
strong stinging, but even this was enough to cause her to squirm in her chair
before long. It’s not that these hurt
too- ouch!, much but this is happening every ouch!, few seconds and it isn’t
ouch! stopping.
Soon the lashes were impacting on areas of the prisoner’s legs which had
already been struck before, with the result that the pain was stronger with
caused her to cry out louder. How much
longer are ouch! you going to continue whipping me with the ouch! riding crop?
If this goes on for much lon-ouch!-ger, I may end up having to surrender the
number.
“It appears that making you suffer was a stupid thing to do and it has
been quite useless in trying to get you to tell me what I needed to know, so I
will try being kind to you instead.” Kendra said as she walked over to the desk
so that she could walk back to the captive and she caused the helpless lady’s
heart to miss a beat as the manager sat down on the lap of her assistant. “I
just hope that I can make up for the way that I treated you earlier.” She said
as she ensured that her legs were either side of the chair, while she embraced
the defenceless woman who was very surprised at the turn of events.
You are almost
treating me like a lover, and seeing as I am bound and gagged I have no way to
stop you from being as intimate as you want. Chrissy was pulled close to her captor
until their bodies were pressing against each other and she closed her eyes as
sweet little kisses were planted along her upper and lower lips.This is just wonderful as I never thought
that you kissing me would ever happen, but now I’m in your arms with you
pressing your lips against mine. It wasn’t long before the kisses migrated
down to the neck of the helpless woman, who started to sigh as Kendra also
sucked the flesh into her mouth along with biting the neck in a playful manner.
Keep doing this, just keep doing this. Oh
yes, that is good as well. Chrissy began to emit load moans as she writhed
in her bonds when her breasts were caressed by her captor’s right hand, while
Kendra’s left caressed between the thighs of the restrained woman who was
becoming more aroused with each passing minute.
Although the captive wanted this moment to go on forever, she ended up
feeling more than a little disappointed as the manager pulled back, before
reaching over to her right to pick up the small bag that she had walked in. “I
think that I will have to make a few adjustments to your clothing if I want to
continue.”
Make a few
adjustments to my clothing, what do you mean by that? Surely you can’t man to
do something to my- oh shit, Oh Shit, OH SHIT! Chrissy’s eyes
were wide open with shock as she looked at the trauma shears that her captor
took out of the bag and she started to shake her head as she realised what was
going to happen. These are used for
cutting clothes off emergency patients, which means that you plan to- to-. OMG!
“Is my helpless prisoner a little unhappy about me cutting up her
clothes?” Kendra said, and the bound woman nodded in the hope that she would be
spared from this ordeal, but her worry increased as she saw a smile form on her
captor’s lips. “In that case, all you have to do is give me the combination to
the safe and I won’t have to use these nasty scissors on your nice clothes.”
So that’s why you
are going to strip me with your scissors, it’s just part of your act to
humiliate me so that I will surrender the information. Go ahead then, do your
worst but it won’t get you the number. Even though the captive was still concerned
about what would happen if she refused, she shook her head and tried to prepare
herself for the embarrassment that her captor was going to inflict on her.
“It’s your choice then, Chrissy.” It seemed to Chrissy that Kendra must
have done this before, as she wasted no time in making effective cuts that sliced
the captive’s blouse into shreds, before it was pulled away from the bound
woman’s body and put in the bag. “This is going to be easy to do, though.”
Kendra said as she took hold of the hem at the bottom of Chrissy’s dress and
the manager cut upward until the skirt was severed at the waist, so that a
single strong pull on the material left the helpless assistant in her
underwear.
It was a little
scary at first, but for some reason, the fire between my legs has grown
stronger. Oh no, what are you doing now? Any hope by the bound woman of this
particular ordeal coming to an end after her ruined mini skirt was put in the
bag, was torn up just like her clothing when the tip of one of the scissor
blades was pressed against her abdomen. It was moved up her body at a slow rate
until it was behind the little strip of sloth that held the two cups of her
strapless bra together. Oh please no! If
you cut that then bra will come apart and my breasts will be exposed!
“Oh well, if you don’t give me the information that I want, at least you
can make a clean breast of things.” The two blades pressed together, accompanied
by a snipping sound and as Chrissy looked down in horror, the cups fell down
which left her breasts exposed, along with her erect nipples which showed just
how aroused she was. You will know just
how I am feeling, and I am sure that you will use it against me.
“It appears that you are a very hot prisoner, Chrissy and in more ways
than one.” The manager said as she pulled the bra away from the captive’s body
before depositing it into the bag, and the helpless woman emitted a shriek as
she felt a hand press against her Mound of Venus. “You are very hot indeed.”
Why did you have
to touch me there? Part of me wants you to move your hand away, yet I want you
to caress me as well! There must be something wrong with me!
“I would be neglectful in my duties if I allowed my prisoner to
overheat, so I will help you to cool down.”
This sentence caused the defenceless woman to tremble as she realised
what it meant, but she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop this
without throwing her job prospects out of the window. You must be bluffing, as I doubt that you would do that to me, even as
part of a test. A second later, Chrissy discovered that her manager wasn’t
bluffing when she made two cuts severing the panties on either sides of the
prisoner’s body, and a sharp tug was all it took to leave the helpless woman
exposed on the chair while the mutilated garment was placed in the bag. Oh fuck, you’ve stripped me naked!
As the manager put the scissors in the bag which was itself placed on
the floor, Chrissy shivered as she realised that although she had felt helpless
before, it was nothing compared to the vulnerable state that she was
experiencing in her nudity.
“Now, I shall continue the interrogation...”
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