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BOOK 1

 

Chapter 3

 

      Her escort led Traci up what seemed to be a very long walk and then rang a doorbell that sounded like a gong.  After a moment the door opened and she was surprised to hear a woman’s voice.  She had been told that the client was a man.  “Sign here” the driver said.  “I’ll be back for her on Monday at eight in the evening”.  Traci felt like a package, as she heard the driver’s footsteps retreat down the walkway.  A tug on her leash pulled her forward.  “Welcome” said the woman.  “Please come inside”.  Traci followed the pull of the leash and decided that she really didn’t have a choice.  She heard the van start back up as the door closed with a thud.  She was a bondage play toy for the weekend whether she liked it or not.

     She was led what seemed to be a great distance and then the woman helped her sit in what felt like an over-stuffed chair.  “My name is Constance.  I am Mr. Proctor’s assistant.  I’ll be entertaining you until he arrives later tonight.  He has been detained unavoidably, but he shouldn’t be too long.”  Traci nodded dumbly, as if waiting bound and gagged in an unfamiliar house was something she did on a regular basis.  Constance fished the ring of keys out from inside Traci’s shirt and then lifted the chain over her head.  “I’ll just hold these for you, if you don’t mind.  You are an adorable girl.  Mister Proctor will be very pleased.  If I remove your gag, will you behave like a well mannered young lady?  No shouting for help or other such nonsense?”  Traci nodded her head vigorously.  She heard Constance trying different keys until the locked clicked open.  The gag was unbuckled and the ball pulled out from between her sore jaws.  A few drops of spittle ran down her chin, but Constance was ready, and quickly wiped them away with a cloth.  “Thanks” croaked Traci. “I’ll get you some water in a moment.  I need to secure your legs first, so you don’t get any ideas.  If you scream, you’ll immediately be gagged again, but don’t worry about anyone hearing.  This house is on a huge estate in the middle of nowhere.”  She tied Traci’s legs together with a length of thin white rope.  She ran the cord around her ankles five times, cinching up the slack in between several times before tying it off.  She then repeated the process above and below her knees.  “Behave yourself.  I’ll be back in a minute” Constance told her.

      “This is about as close to insane as it gets” Traci thought.  She tried to move her legs, but they had become one.  “She tied my legs like I was going to go blindly bumping around a house I don’t know while chained up like this.  At least that awful ballgag is out of my mouth”.  Constance was true to her word, and returned shortly.  A glass of water was soon pushed to her lips.  When she had finished the whole glass, Constance took the leg irons off Traci’s legs.  They served no purpose now.  “If I take the handcuffs off your wrists, are you going to fight me?” Constance asked.  Traci pondered this a moment before answering.  “Am I supposed to?”  Constance laughed merrily.  It’s your first time isn’t it?  Mr. Proctor just loves newbies.  They have no perception what true bondage is about”.  Traci confessed that it was her first bondage assignment, but she had done other jobs for the agency before.  Constance seemed interested, and they discussed her previous jobs at length.  “Let me get those terrible handcuffs off of you.  They can really cause some pain when they’re left on too long.  If they’re not put on correctly you can even bruise the radial nerve.  I suppose that Triple F prefers them because they are quite secure, but as you’ll find this weekend, rope and leather restraints can keep you very helpless also.”  She unlocked the handcuffs from Traci’s wrists, but left the dangling from the back of the leather belt.  “Thank you, Constance”.  “Give me your left hand” Constance instructed.  “I’m going to put some bondage mittens on you, so you don’t have to worry about untying any knots.  Do you know what they are?”  “No, I don’t" she admitted.  “You know what mittens look like, of course.  These mittens have no thumbs and are made of leather.  They lock onto your wrists and keep your fingers from doing anything that they shouldn’t.”  Traci could feel the leather mitten encasing her hand, and then the strap being buckled securely around her wrist.  She moved here fingers experimentally inside the leather sack.  It was like a mitten with no thumb hole.  The leather felt thicker than a normal leather glove would be.  “Make a fist” Constance told her.  When she complied, she felt the top of the mitten being pulled over her clenched fingers and back towards her wrist.  Constance attached a ring at the tip of the mitten to the open padlock on the buckle of the wrist strap.  Traci heard the lock click shut, and her hand was stuck that way.  “Right hand, please”, and then the process was repeated.  “Okay, try to get them off”.  Traci fumbled with her bound hands, but it was clear to her that the mittens wouldn’t be coming off until they were unlocked.  “Now you get the picture.  It’s all about control, and I’m now the one in control”.

     Constance sat on the arm of the chair and started massaging Traci’s shoulders.  She had very strong hands.  “Does that feel better?” she asked.  “You had a long ride with your arms pulled behind you like that”.  Traci had to admit that she was sore, and it did feel good.  For a brief moment, as the strong hands massaged her sore muscles, she wondered if Constance really was Mr. Proctor playing some sort of kinky game.  The voice sounded very much like a woman and not faked at all.  In her close proximity, she could smell Constance’s perfume.  It was a light flowery scent.  “Was it possible?”  “Constance, can you take my blindfold off, please?”  “As I said, it’s all about control.  I don’t want you to be able to move about, so I bound your legs.  I don’t want you to be able to untie your legs, so I captured your fingers.  I control your legs and fingers.  I don’t want you to be able to see right now, so I keep you blindfolded.  If I no longer wish for you to talk, you’ll be gagged again.  For now, you have the use of your arms.  Don’t get used to that.  S&M is about pain and humiliation.  Bondage is about dominance and submission.  It’s sometimes called B&D.  One party has all the power, all the control.  The other person has none.  Get the picture?”  “I’ll take that as a no”.  “Correct, my dear.  One reason that having someone in bondage is good is that they can just feel.”  “Feel?” questioned Traci.  “What do you mean by that?”  “Just to feel helpless, feel controlled” she told her.  “Do you feel like you are in control right now?”  “No, how could I?”  “Exactly.  Just be yourself, and go with it.  Sometimes we get girls who aren’t quite as submissive as you.  They feel that the control needs to be won.  They want to fight, struggle, and try to escape.  Some dominants like that. They want a power struggle.  They like to fight for the other’s submission.  That’s not Mr. Proctor’s style.  He is the dominant or top.  You are the submissive or bottom.  The end result is the same anyway, whether you give up control, or he takes it from you.  It’s the same old story.  You can do it the hard way, or the easy way.  Either way you end up helpless and bound in the end.”  “I think that I understand.” stated Traci, “But what does he get out of it.  The agency’s rules say no sex.  I get paid, but what does he get?”  “He gets gratification, sexual and otherwise.”  Constance replied.   “There are many forms of gratification.  Mr. Proctor is insanely wealthy and is willing to spend his money on what he wants.  He bought a painting for over a million dollars last week.  What gratification does it give?  I don’t imagine that he is planning on having intercourse with it.  It is just beautiful to look at, like you are, my dear.”  Constance’s hand slithered down her chest to her left breast, hefting it and giving a light squeeze.  “They’re real. That’s wonderful, I thought as much.”  Traci’s hand came involuntarily up towards her breasts, but Constance pushed them back down into her lap.  “Remember, you’re not in control now” she warned. 

     She removed her hand from Traci’s and her other found Traci’s nipple through her T-shirt and bra.  She gave a gentle tug with her thumb and fore finger.  This time Traci kept her hands planted firmly in her lap.  “You’re a quick learner, Traci.  Put your arms up above your head, straight out, like you are surrendering.”  She complied and Constance pulled her shirt up and over her head in one quick yank.  Next she helped her of with her bra.  “Such perky breasts and your nipples are perfect!” she exclaimed.  “Have you ever worn nipple clamps?”  “No” replied Traci, a little shocked.  “Would you care to try them?”  “No, thank you.  I’m not into pain.  They said that there would be any pain with this job.”  “You misunderstand, sweet one.  There are many different kinds of nipple clamps.  Some can cause excruciating pain, but not all of them hurt.  It’s more of a constant pressure on the tender little bud, like a lover’s pinch to let you know that they have also been captured.”  Constance caught Traci’s nipples between her thumbs and first fingers and squeezed them lightly.  “Just leg your hands, legs, and eyes are captured so would be your nipples.  They would be the perfect decorations for these perfect breasts.”  She rolled them lightly between her fingers, not letting up on the pressure.  When she released them, they stayed erect.  “It’s your choice.  I’ll ask you again later.

     “What do you look like?”  Traci asked.  “I’m not nearly as beautiful as you.”  Traci thought she was going to leave it at that, but after a long pause, she continued.  “I have dark hair that is straight, and shoulder length.  My eyes are blue.  I am white.  I’m five foot even.”  That was as much as she was getting.  She tried to picture Constance in her mind.  Her voice was smooth and cultured.  She guessed she was somewhere around forty.  She wondered why she didn’t describe her body type.  “Five feet tall.  Maybe she’s three hundred and fifty pounds and round as a ball.  Or maybe six foot four and two hundred and fifty pounds with a hairy chest, just pretending to be a woman.  No, that was wrong.  If this was a guy playing female, he would be a mousy little accountant type.”  “I’m tempted to take a look at your green eyes.  I bet that they’re spectacular” Constance told her. “How do you know what color my eyes are?”  “They give us a bio on each girl when Mr. Proctor signs a contract.  He never takes the picture they offer though.  He likes the surprise.  Yours is a pleasant one.  Looking at you, I wouldn’t think you weigh One hundred and twenty-eight pounds.  You wear it very well.”  “Definitely heavier” Traci thought.  She couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, and her mittened hands shot up to the blindfold and attempted to dislodge it.  Constance had hold of both of her wrists before she got the chance.  She yanked her out of the chair, and before she knew it, Traci was face down on the floor with Traci maneuvering her hands behind her.  Constance sat on her butt as she re-applied the handcuffs over the mittens.  “Decided to get a little feisty?”  Constance asked, with a laugh.  She was panting, as was Traci, after their brief tussle.  “I’m sorry; I don’t know what came over me.  I just wanted to see what you looked like.”  She could feel Constance’s weight on top of her.  Definitely not heavy, but she was quick and strong.  “Obviously you have figured out that you lose the use of your arms for that little stunt.  I’m going to stand up now.”  She stood up, and then with surprising ease, she reached under Traci’s armpits and pulled her to her feet. “You have already had your arms like that.  I think it’s time to try something new.  You have two choices.  One is to give me your word that you won’t try anything like that again while I’m retying you.”  She paused.  “What’s the other choice?”  “The other is that I gag you, and put a leather discipline helmet on you and lace it down tightly.  With your hands locked in the mittens, there’s no way you could get it off.  I wouldn’t have to worry about you trying anything.”  “I’ll take the first one” she said quickly, “You have my word that I’ll behave and do everything you tell me.”  “That’s what I like to hear.  That is your only warning.  Any more misbehaving and you’ll get no more choices.  Understood?”  “Understood” she replied meekly.    

 

 

 

 

 

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