Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 38

Postby skybird137 » Tue Jun 24, 2014 8:13 am

This is a story for Cecyme from Deviantarts: http://cecyme.deviantart.com/

Drawings are by Jstreel from Deviantarts: http://jstreel.deviantart.com/

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 a six weeks in the past, 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 vey 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!

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(To Be Continued)
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Re: Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 1

Postby Shanyalovestape » Tue Jun 24, 2014 11:05 am

Yay, A New story! Love your stories !
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Re: Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 1

Postby skybird137 » Tue Jun 24, 2014 11:12 am

Thank you for reading the story, I do have another one started on the DA site, called 'Cassidy's Kidnapping'

I'm wondering if I should put that one on here as well.

Re: Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 1

Postby petraspeds » Tue Jun 24, 2014 1:17 pm

I love the way this starts

Re: Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 1

Postby Shanyalovestape » Wed Jun 25, 2014 7:07 am

You should add it too. It's really nice too. :-)
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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 2

Postby skybird137 » Sun Jun 29, 2014 3:47 pm

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)

Re: Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 2

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:27 am

I don't imagine she gets any break time, does she? Oh well, who is she going to complain to anyway?... :lol:
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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 3

Postby skybird137 » Mon Jul 07, 2014 8:42 am

Part 3

It took a few minutes for the French Maid in bondage to reach the first room, and she was thankful that all of the first floor doors were open so that she wouldn’t have to struggle with the handles in her present state of captivity. Even though we have a sign outside the main entrance which states that we use the continental system of noting the floor levels, some American visitors still get confused about where the first floor is and they think that it is the ground floor. The first room that she entered was the large dining room which was above the kitchen and there was even a dumb waiter that travelled between the two rooms.

Cecyme discovered that at first it was difficult to dust anything owing to the fact that her body was restricted by the tight ropes, but she soon learnt to cope with having to use the feather duster in this manner. In fact, the greatest problem with working wasn’t the fact that her movements were limited by her bonds, but as she worked the ropes rubbed against her body as if it was a form of erotic caress that was being delivered by a lover, with the worst culprit being the teasing cord that ran between her legs. Every so often, the feeling would become so strong that she stopped dusting, closed her eyes and just stood there writhing in her ropes while she enjoyed the experience.

OW! As the stinging feeling radiated into Cecyme’s bottom, she realised that someone must have caught her while she was luxuriating in her bondage.

“I see that you have been enjoying yourself instead of working, you naughty slave.” A voice with a Japanese accent whispered into her ear and the captive realised that she had been discovered by Megumi. “It is a good thing for you that it is your probationary weekend, slave, or I would have the authority to deliver a severe punishment, rather than the very mild one that you will receive.”

OW! OW! OWW! OWW! OWWW! There were five more cries that were emitted through the helpless lady’s gag as she received an impromptu spanking from the Japanese maid. Call that mild? My bottom is stinging like crazy after that.

“That is a very gentle ‘six of the best’ from me, but I can be capable of much more devious torments.” Megumi said as she stood behind Cecyme and held the captive in her arms. “I can also be very loving and pleasurable to anyone who is helpless, depending on my mood.”

Ooooo, that feels good, so good. A sigh of pleasure escaped the lips of the bound woman as delicate fingers teased the mounds of her breasts, and they seems to hit her most sensitive points. Please, carry on with using your hands. Soon, there were kisses and playful bites on the neck of the helpless lady as her captor’s right hand worked its way down to below her waist, and the bound captive wondered if she was going to be enjoying another moment of ecstasy before long.

Touch me there, please touch me there. The fingers slipped between Cecyme’s panties and the flesh of her Mound of Venus, and she writhed in the caresses that were delivered to her helpless body, with the one at the top of her legs being the strongest of all. If this goes up much longer, I am going to explode from pleasure.

“I think that I mentioned before that I can be devious with torments.” Megumi said and at this point the helpless woman became aware that something else was in her panties which had been placed under the crotch rope by the maid. There was a press against her body which was accompanied by an audible click, and this was followed by a buzzing in her panties which teased her to distraction.

You’ve put a small vibrator in my panties! How on earth am I going to be able to continue working with this thing tormenting me?

“If you want the device torture to end, then I would suggest that you had better complete your chores, slave.” Megumi said as she walked around to the front of the captive. “I will report your misconduct to my Mistress and the other maids, and they will be checking in from time to time to make sure that you are working.”

How am I even going to be able to concentrate, with this device tormenting my well of lust? After Megumi had left the room, it took all of Cecyme’s will to focus her attention on continuing with her work and cleaning the rest of the room with the feather duster. Once the helpless maid had finished cleaning this room, she hopped out and cleaned the corridor as best she could until the door to the next room was reached. This was the main living room which also doubled as a library, and a large television screen along with a media centre was hidden behind shelves that held real books so that the Victorian illusion could be maintained.

Again the bound captive started the task of cleaning the room, but she found the cleaning harder than before with the small device in her panties buzzing away with its siren’s song to her libido, and moan after moan escaped from her gagged lips as she hopped around. There were several times when she stopped for a moment as the experience took over, but the woman managed to resist the effects of her teasing and persevere in the housework.

The most unusual thing about my situation is that I have offered to help with the housework before as I have felt guilty about my position, but the maids and matron refused because “Cleaning and other work must never be done by the Mistress, only by servants and slaves”. There was always a smile on their faces though when I made the offers, so they knew that this was going to happen to me at some point. After a while, the lady in bondage dusted as much as she could in the library and moved out of the room so that she could start cleaning the smaller study rooms that were on this floor, including the one that she had been using this evening.

“Why, hello there.” Collette said as she embraced the captive while kissing her on the cheek. “Is that a buzzing in your panties, or are you just pleased to be in bondage?”

What are you going to do to me?

“Oh, you poor thing, having your body tormented in this way. Megumi can be a very cruel maid sometimes.” There was a squeal from the defenceless lady as the front of her black dress was stretched and pulled down so that her plentiful bosom was revealed, and the maid planted little kisses on the mounds of her breasts. “I know just how much of a tease that item is and I wish I could remove it or make you feel better, but I have no desire to be tortured by that horrid thing all night long.”

With kisses landing on the areola of her breasts, Cecyme just sighed and surrendered to the actions of the maid who was stoking the fires of lust. “I still remember being tied up on a bed with that thing in my panties, with no chance of any relief until the morning, and just because I decided to help Mistress Alic-. Sorry, I am talking too much.”

You must have meant Alicia! This explains everything that is going on. I wondered why she almost seemed to disappear on the weekends, and I was instructed to follow the orders of Matron Nicole when Alicia was unavailable. There was the time on a Monday morning once, when she had forgotten to wear her gloves, and I could have sworn that there were marks around her wrists. We were all thinking that you were this prim and proper lady, and yet you must have had this happening for years. I now understand that when you wanted me to replace you, it was in every way. I hope that I don’t let you down.

The attention of the captive was brought back to reality as her nipples were flicked by Collette’s tongue and soon Cecyme’s breasts were bitten and sucked in a playful way before her nipples were sucked into the mouth of the red-haired lady who took great delight in what she was doing to the captive. This went on for a little while with the bound woman enjoying every moment, but it came to an end when the maid pulled away from the slave and lifted the front of her dress up so that her modesty was restored, such as it was with a revealing outfit like this.

“I hope that you understand that I am very good with my tongue, and I wish that you are gentle with me on the weekdays when the situation is rev-. I am again saying more than I should. Mistress Isabella will reveal everything when the time is right and I do not wish to get into trouble.”

As Cecyme watched while Maid Collette walked down to the other end of the corridor before she entered the elevator that connected all three floors, she thought about the last comment where the woman stopped before ending.

Did you mean when the situation is reversed, Collette? If that is the case, it must mean that I have more power over the maids and Isabella than I knew. I would guess that Mistress Isabella will be waiting for the weekend to be over before she tells me what the full rules are. Until this happens, I will have to endure whatever trials await for me during these next few days.

It only took a few minutes to dust the corridor up to the next door which led the way to the first small study room and this was relatively easy to clean as there was no furniture and only a few small cupboards. As the captive entered the second room, she thought about how old fashioned the building was in its arrangement.

It almost seems to be modelled on the upstairs-downstairs concept, but that should be unsurprising since it was built in that era. The quarters for the maids and the workmen are on the ground floor, along with the kitchen, with the Matron’s bedroom on the first floor by the elevator, and my bedroom is on the second floor, along with the guest rooms. The maids have to share the same large room, but even though I have offered to have the extra study rooms on this floor converted into bedrooms for them, they have refused, claiming that it wouldn’t be right for them to inhabit this floor. The men get their own single rooms, which I think is a bit unfair.

Once the smaller rooms were finished, Cecyme’s attention was focused on the bathroom on this level, but there was a sign that read ‘Already cleaned’ so that she understood that she didn’t have to do anything in here.

She finished cleaning the corridor using the feather duster, although her will power seemed to be weakening with the little buzzer teasing her to the point where she sometimes squealed when she hopped. After this was finished, she made her way to her own study room and set to work on making sure that her own room was dust free. This didn’t take long and the process was uneventful, but the captive was surprised when she left the room as Selma was waiting for her in the corridor.

“You seem to be working well for your first day as a slave, Cecyme, but then you were very agile, even when we played those games in our teenage years. Do you remember when we used to do those hopping races around the garden?”

Those were great times and I loved those races, but I doubt that we can ever do it again. Wait, what are you doing? As Selma pressed the fingers of her hand against the captive’s mound of Venus, she released a muffled yelp as the stimulation increased tenfold for a moment, and she squirmed in her bonds as the pleasure became almost too much to endure.

“Well, I really enjoyed our competitions together, and maybe there will be a chance of them happening again.” Selma said as she continued to tease the bound captive by pressing the vibrator against her most intimate area. “I have to go now but we will be seeing each other later, after you have finished your duties.”

Cecyme was left all alone as Selma entered the elevator, so the bound woman shuffled to the bedroom of the woman who had become her Mistress, at least for the weekend. The room was nearly as ornate as her own bedroom with the large brass bed with white sheets being the centre piece. I think that this bed was here when Matron Nicole was in charge, and she once tied me to it when I misbehaved. It won’t take me long to dust this room, and no one has told me what I am supposed to do next. Should I use the elevator to go downstairs, or wait in the corridor until I am needed?

The captive found out that she needn’t have worried about what to do, because as soon as she left the room she saw that Mistress Isabella was waiting for her in the corridor with a black cloth bag in her right hand

“It appears that you have performed your cleaning well, this evening. Well done, slave. Before you spend the rest of the evening downstairs though, or gain relief from the teasing in your panties, you have a special duty to perform for me. Hop back into my bedroom and stand in front of the wicker chair.”

I’ll do it, but what have you got planned for me? It only took a few seconds for the slave to hop into the room and over to the chair that her Mistress had mentioned with Isabella following right behind her. The feather duster was detached from the harness gag of the helpless lady, and she was forced to kneel in front of the chair before the woman took a length of cord which was looped around the wrists and ankles of the captive so that she was forced into a strict kneeling hogtie.

“It is time for the slave to provide me with a little entertainment.” Isabella said as she sat down on the edge of the chair, with her legs on either side of the bound maid who looked up with a puzzled expression on her face.

How can I entertain you? I cannot do anything like this.

The chair was moved a little further forward by the Mistress so that Cecyme’s face was nearly forced into the most intimate area of her captor, who started to undo a few studs at the bottom of her bodysuit so that a flap could be pulled back, exposing the woman’s lips of lust.

I will not be able to do anything while I am helpless. What are you getting out of the bag? Oh no!

The mistress removed a long black object from the bag and pushed the captive’s head back before attaching one end of the device to the ball-gag, with it clicking into place. Isabella positioned the tip of the item so that it pressed between the folds of her flesh, and Cecyme’s head was moved forward so that the item slipped in.

You have attached a phallus to my face, and I am going to have to pleasure you with it!

“Come on slave, you must know what you have to do. If you want to be pleasured, then you must pleasure me first.”

Cecyme moved her head forward and backward with slow and gentle motions at first, with her Mistress moaning a little as the dildo slid in and out of her tunnel of love. Soon the captive increased the intensity and speed of the thrusts with the lady writhing in her chair as she squealed from the erotic pleasure that she was receiving from her bound slave. As time went on, the movements by the bound maid became faster and harder, and she wondered how long it would be before she was able to satisfy her captor.

After a few more minutes there was a loud scream from Isabella, which was followed by a second with the woman squirming in the chair as Cecyme continued with the thrusts because she didn’t want to get into trouble by stopping at this stage. When the helpless woman was convinced that the Mistress had come to the end of her release, she just knelt in place with the shaft still embedded in the lips of the other woman and waited…

“I have been looking forward to experiencing this for some time and you have pleased me greatly, slave.” The woman said as she pulled the phallus out of her and detached it from the captive’s face before closing the studs on her bodysuit. “I will stop you from having to suffer for the time being.” Isabella rose from her chair before kneeling behind her captive and the helpless lady sighed as kisses landed on her neck while one hand pulled the front of her dress down before caressing her breasts. The other hand snaked down to the top of her legs and she screamed as it went between her panties and the soft skin of her body.

The first scream was followed by more as the woman was already at a high level of arousal because of the device that had tormented her so much while she had been cleaning. Please, bring me to a climax!” The caressing of Cecyme’s most intimate area, along with the pressing of the vibrator soon achieved the desired result and the helpless woman screamed out through her gag as the ecstasy of her orgasm engulfed her very being…


“You must have needed that, slave. I was worried about you for a few minutes as you weren’t responding at all.”

Oh wow, that was just incredible. As the bound slave roused from her reverie while lying on the floor, she realised that the device was removed from her panties so that she wouldn’t have to suffer this torment for a while. Not being teased by the vibrator for a while is a relief, but what is going to happen to me now? She looked up as her Mistress walked over to her Victorian style telephone, picked up the handset and waited a few seconds before she pressed a button.

“Hello Megumi. I have finished with the slave now. She belongs to you and your friends for the rest of the evening.”

(To Be Continued.)
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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 4

Postby skybird137 » Sun Jul 13, 2014 6:56 am

Part 4

Megumi? She’s the one who tormented me with that little device. Once you deliver me over to her, I could suffer any kind of cruel punishment. A squeal was emitted from the gagged mouth of the helpless captive when she started to struggle against her bonds on the floor while she lay on the floor, as she was fearful of what was to come.

“You should calm down, slave Cecyme, as you don’t want to overexert yourself. Megumi can be a little mean with her games, but she means well and she can be very good at providing pleasure in a surprising way.”

I have no choice in the matter anyway, as I am a slave in bondage, and I can guess from the service that I provided to Mistress Isabella, that part of my duties will be to give pleasure to my captors. The helpless lady ceased the fight against the ropes after the comments of her mistress, and she hoped that her treatment at the hands of the maids wouldn’t be too harsh.

There was a knock on the door and the prisoner looked up as Isabella said “Come in.” The door opened and the Japanese maid walked into the room, looking down at the bound lady and smiling. You can take our helpless Cecyme down to your quarters now, as she has finished her duties on this floor. Our new slave has performed well, both in her normal duties and in making my rest most pleasurable. I hope that you will find her as entertaining as I did.”

“Thank you, Mistress Isabella.” Megumi said as she knelt behind the captive and untied the cord that kept her in a strict hogtie before lifting her up off the floor so that she could stand on her feet. “Come on, slave, it’s time for you to come with me to visit the maids’ quarters for the evening. Follow me.” The left index finger of the maid was hooked around the crotch rope of the bound lady who squealed a little when she received a little tug.

You are a mean maid, Megumi. Wait until our positions are reversed, if that ever happens. After another tug on the rope so that it rubbed against her most sensitive area, the imprisoned mistress hopped behind the maid that had control of her with the captive moving in her own slow way out of the room, and down the corridor until she ended up in the elevator.

“Even though it is just one floor down, I don’t want you to fall over and hurt yourself, as it would raise awkward problems with getting you medical treatment, not to mention bringing the fun to a halt.” Megumi said, releasing her grip on the crotch rope and taking hold of the elbow rope before pressing the button to the ground floor. The doors of the elevator closed and there was a sudden jolt as the machinery started to lover the two down one level, with the captive thankful that her present guard had taken a secure hold of her bonds. There was a lesser shudder as the elevator came to a rest, and the doors parted while a gentle pressure was applied to the bound maid’s elbows which indicated to her that she should move forwards.

I’ve only been to the maids’ area once before, and that was on the grand tour which was given to me by Matron Isabella when I inherited the mansion. I still think that each maid should have her own room, as it is unfair discrimination against them, but I can’t understand why they turned me down on the offer. Even though the lady was able to make little hops due to her elbows being held by the maid controlling her, it didn’t take her long to reach the door to the maids’ quarters.

“Your gag will be removed for a while after you enter the communal room, but you are not to speak. If you do, then you will immediately be gagged and a severe punishment will be applied to you for your act of disobedience. If anyone asks you a question, then you are to nod or shake your head. Do you understand?”

The helpless woman gave a single nod of the head to show that she comprehended the instruction that had been given to her by her captor. It was mentioned to me earlier that I would have to earn my supper, and I wouldn’t be able to eat anything with a gag in my mouth so that must be why I have been told how to behave.

Megumi lifted her right hand up and rapped her knuckles against the door several times to let anyone inside know that the duo were going to come in. “Is everybody decent?” She said

From behind the door there was a response that was a little muffled because of the wood, but it was still recognisable as Collette’s voice. “My dear Megumi, you should know that on the weekend, none of us are decent. Do you have our new visitor outside?”

“Yes, and she’s gagging to join us for the evening.” Megumi said, placing her right hand on the door.

Oh my, that was a terrible joke. Is this some new kind of bondage torture, suffering pun torment?

“Come on in then, I am sure that the new slave does not want to be kept waiting outside.”

The door to the room was opened, the captive hopped inside as she responded to the pressure on her elbows and she was surprised to see what was happening in the red couch that was large enough to seat four people. Collette is sitting on Selma’s lap and they are locked together in a passionate embrace with their lips pressed together! As the bound maid looked to the wall opposite the couch, she saw that on the large television there was a film running with two beautiful ladies bound in chains and gagged with duct tape. Just what kind of games do they play in here?

“Maybe we should do that to you, slave Cecyme, after all it does seem to have caught your attention.” Collette said as she rose from the sofa with Selma following her and both ladies held Megumi in a warm embrace before each planted a long kiss on her lips. “It’s time to welcome the new slave to our humble quarters where we spend our quality time together.”

Cecyme has held in a group hug by the three maids who landed kiss after kiss on the cheeks and forehead of the helpless woman who was unable to do anything else but stand there. “Well.” Collette said “I hope you understand why we didn’t take your offer of having separate rooms, slave Cecyme. It is much more fun for us to stick together in these two rooms. I hope you don’t mind joining us for a humble meal?”

As the bound woman looked down she noticed the food and drink that had been placed on the coffee table, with her stomach starting to rumble as she hadn’t had anything to eat since lunch, and that had just been a sandwich. “I think that our slave approves of our little feast.” Megumi said as she started to unbuckle the gag. “The wine that is on the table is just a Perry, as we do not want to get drunk as we play our games for obvious reasons. There are also soda drinks, water and fruit juice as well. I’m sure that you will want a drink to take away the taste of rubber from your mouth, as gags like these can take some time to get used to.”
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It’s almost as if you have your own little family unit, and in a way I have been adopted into it for the time being. Once the ball was pulled away from the Cecyme’s mouth, she worked her jaws so that she could reduce the ache from having her mouth forced wide open for so long.

“Try this, Cecyme.” Collette said as she rose from the settee, picking up a wine glass full of a white sparking drink and holding up to the lips of the captive. “This is from your own orchards, and I think that you drank it when you were a visitor here.”

Wow, it is every bit as good as it used to taste, and it is helping to exorcise that taste from my mouth. After the captive took two more sips from the glass, she motioned with her head for a second and looked down at the centre of the couch, hoping that the maids would understand her.

“Okay girls.” Megumi said “Let’s put our new slave in the middle so that two of us can sit on either side. After all, we all know how difficult her job was this evening.” The oriental maid guided the bound lady to the centre point of the sofa before giving her a gentle push so that she fell backwards onto the furniture. “Will someone give Cecyme something to eat, as she cannot help herself to any of the food at the moment.”

By your comment, Megumi, you have let me know that all of us have done the same thing, so it is hardly as if you lot are picking on me. A morsel of food was lifted up to the lips of the captive, and she accepted it into her mouth as she enjoyed the first part of her meal. Matron Isabella was a maid here once, would that mean that even she had to clean the floors bound and gagged with a feather duster in her mouth? Once she had finished with the piece of food and swallowed, a glass was lifted up to her lips and she took two sips before shaking her head and looking at the food on the coffee table.

This is how it went with the meal for the next hour, as the maids took turns in providing their captive with food and drink until she felt that she had eaten and drank enough. Selma picked up a few of the plates and wrapped them in a clear film before standing up. “I’ll put the remainder of the meal in the fridge in the other room just in case someone wants a bedtime snack.” The other ladies helped, and within a few minutes all of the food was cleared from the living room, along with most of the bottles before the bound woman was made to rise from the sofa.

“Is it alright if I start first this evening?” Selma said “I would dearly like to have the chance to start this.”

Here it comes. I bet that I am going to be made to suffer all kinds of torments and indignities.

“Go ahead.” Megumi said “It is your turn after all.”

A squeal was emitted from the lips of the prisoner as she was pulled to the left of the sofa by Selma, who sat down and pulled the captive onto her knees so that the poor woman was facing the right.

I wonder what evil things you are going to do to me now. Cecyme closed her eyes as she expected some vile act to be committed against her, but she was surprised when she was held in a soft embrace with Selma’s lips pressing against hers. I’m going to have to not jump at everything I hear, as this is quite delightful. The fingers of Selma’s right hand ran through the hair of the captive as their lips were locked together, and soon Cecyme felt a caress on her lips as the tongue of her captor glided over them. This is going to prove to be very passionate. She parted her mouth and pressed her tongue against that of Selma’s before they intertwined while Selma’s hand moved down and caressed the thighs of the helpless lady in a gentle manner. When the woman stopped the kissing and pulled back for a moment, the bound woman opened her eyes to see Megumi and Collette kissing and cuddling at the other end of the sofa. Now I’m not surprised that you didn’t want separate rooms.

After some time of receiving some gentle loving from Selma, Cecyme was made to stand as Megumi sat under her, while Selma and Collette embraced and kissed each other. Again the captive relaxed as she sat on the lady’s lap with her enjoying the sensual pleasure of their closeness, with the Japanese maid caressing the woman in bondage in all of the right places while kissing her.

It was Collette’s turn to welcome the helpless lady with kisses and cuddles as Selma spent some loving time with Megumi, and this continued for some time with the lady being entertained in turn by one of the maids. However, even though the captive wished that this could go on all night, it was while she was on Collette’s lap that it came to an end.

“This is wonderful, having fun with you, slave Cecyme.” The red-haired lady said “But we only have you until the wee-.”

“Collette.” Selma said as she untangled herself from Megumi “You know the rules, only Mistress Isabella can say what is happening. You have done this before as well, and you were warned about what would happen if you did it again.”

Megumi took hold of Cecyme and pulled her into an upright position as Selma forced the struggling Collette face down onto the couch with her arms behind her back. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, please I’llffff-.” Her pleading was cut off when Megumi picked up the gag that had muffled Cecyme for so long, and forced the ball between the lips of the maid before buckling it into place so that the new captive’s sounds became very limited. After Megumi took hold of Collette’s hands and held them above the girl’s head, Selma took two lengths of cord with her using one to bind the captive’s ankles together while the other tied her wrists.

So that’s how it looks. Poor Collette, it looks as if she is in more trouble than I am. As the oriental maid continued to hold the struggling captive down, Selma walked over to the telephone and lifted up the handset before pressing the button for the Matron’s bedroom.

“Mistress Isabella, we seem to have a problem with Collette again. She has been saying things in front of the new slave which she shouldn’t have done. Okay, I’ll check. Slave Cecyme, has she done this upstairs when you were cleaning, starting to speak about something then stopping in mid-sentence?”

As I recall, Collette did this twice and I had better let them know the truth, because this could be a test of my honesty and I could be punished if I give a false answer. There was a single nod from the bound woman as she confirmed that Collette had spoken to her upstairs.

“Yes Mistress our slave has confirmed that Collette has transgressed when she went upstairs. I understand, we are to correct Collette as we see fit, but she is not to be a free woman until you decide. Goodbye Mistress.”

At hearing the telephone conversation, Collette started another round of pleading and struggling as the two maids lifted her to her feet and forced her to hop to the next room. “Follow us into the next room, but remain silent,” Megumi said as she held onto the wrists of the new helpless maid. As Cecyme followed her into the next room, she again admired the ornate furnishings and the four large brass beds, but she wondered why one of them was longer.

The other beds should be long enough to sleep in, so why should this one need to have a greater length. She looked on as the struggling Collette was dragged through another door which led to a private bathroom for the maids and she remained still and silent for a few minutes before the helpless red-head was brought back with a look of shock on her face.

“Collette has been given a bathroom break before we set her up for her punishment.” Selma said “She always finds it embarrassing, but we all do to one degree or another.”

Cecyme looked on as the bound wrists of the captive were pulled above her head by Selma while Megumi took hold of the dress and pulled it up her arms to her hands, before taking some rope and binding the maid’s elbows together behind her head so that she would be unable to bring her arms forward. The cheeks of the maid turned red as her braless breasts were exposed and she was forced to lie supine on the long bed, where her wrists were untied before the dress was pulled over her hands which were placed back together. The rope was used to bind her hands with ten loops and four cinches before another rope tied her wrists to the top of the brass bed so that she would be unable to move from her position. Her ankles were untied before her panties were pulled down to her and away from her body and her feet were pulled apart with her ankles tied to the separate corners of the bed so that her legs were spread wide apart.

Wow, I wonder how she is going to be punished?

“Cecyme, you will be helping us to punish Collette, so open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out as far as possible.” Megumi said.

The bound woman felt a little silly once she had done this, but the Japanese lady took two shortened chopsticks and pressed them against the top and bottom of the captives tongue before winding two pieces of string around the ends so that the short pieces of wood could not be dislodged. I’m gagged with my tongue forced out of my mouth. I must look quite a sight like this. How will this help me to punish Collette? While Megumi had been placing the new gag on Cecyme, Selma had been removing the shoes from the maid who was bound to the bed so that she was left wearing just her stockings.

“Megumi, we have to get the slave onto the bed so that she will be in position when it is her turn to carry out part of the punishment.” The two ladies lifted the slave up onto the bed, placed her in a prone position so that her knees nearly touched the bottom of the bed and bent her knees so that her heels pressed against her bottom. A length of cord was wrapped between her wrists and ankles with the ends tied together and the helpless lady realised that she was in a strict hogtie before she was moved up the bed until her face was almost pressed against the most intimate area of the helpless Collette.

I think that I know what I have to do as part of my duties, but I will wait before I’m ordered to do it. I also understand why this bed is longer than the others.

“We will provide you with instructions when it is your turn to punish Collette, but we will start part one of her torture.” Selma said as she and Megumi went to either sides of the bed, near the feet of the struggling captive.

There were screams from the helpless red-head as two sets of fingernails moved ever closer to the soles of her defenceless feet…

(To Be Continued)
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Re: Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 4

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Jul 15, 2014 7:49 pm

I think Cecyme will learn to enjoy hanging out in the servants' quarters, for some reason... :D
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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 5

Postby skybird137 » Thu Jul 17, 2014 2:04 pm

Part 5

In a moment, the cries of fear from the helpless Collette turned into shrieks of laughter as the two captors took their fingers over her sensitive skin in a slow and gentle manner, but this still caused her to struggle against the cords that held her to the bed. “You must be wishing that you hadn’t broken the rules by now, my cute Collette but it is too late to beg for mercy.” Megumi said as she halted the tickling of her prisoner. “If the situation was reversed I am quite sure that you would be revelling in my helplessness and applying some kind of torment to me.”

The bound maid twisted her arms and legs in a fruitless attempt to gain her freedom as fingernails again scraped across the soles of her feet and, her laughter showed just how much she was being affected by the treatment from the two women. After a minute of tickling at this level, Selma and Megumi sped up their actions until the poor maid went silent due to the intensity of her experience which wouldn’t allow her to take a breath. When fifteen seconds had gone by with no sound from the captive, the two maids stopped their activity so that the captive Collette was able to get her breath back with her panting in deep breaths through her gag.

“One of these days, we will tickle you so hard that you will end up falling unconscious due to lack of oxygen.” Selma said “In fact, I think that we should do this tonight.” This brought an instant response from the helpless lady who started to beg and plead through her gag as she put on a pitiful facial expression with wide fluttering eyes in order that she might influence the duo who were in control of her.

“I think that our mischievous maid is trying her best to elicit sympathy from us, in the hope that we might relent on carrying out her punishment.” Megumi said “This might actually work on some people, though. Selma, is it working on you?”

“Not at all.” Selma said as she winked at her companion, and the begging from the captive was transformed into screams of laughter a moment later as her feet were assailed by the fingers of her torturers, and her back became arched as the strength of the punishment increased. Again the intensity reached to the level where breathing was denied to the bound maid and her struggles took on a greater level of urgency as she grew dizzy from lack of air. It seemed as if half a minute had gone by before the captive’s torture was paused, and she lay there with her chest heaving up and down as she took in breath after breath.

“Perhaps we should go for longer and softer this time, Selma.” Megumi said after the helpless woman was allowed to recover for a few minutes. “After all, we can turn the heat back up any time that we want to.” The captive shook her head from side to side as the two tormentors reached out to her feet and her screams continued for some time as her feet were tickled, but the punishment was kept to a level so that the lady would not be deprived of breath.

It was probably a very good idea to take Collette to the bathroom before this was started as it wouldn’t have been much good for me otherwise. Even though the bound Cecyme was remaining still and not contributed to the tormenting at this point, it was a bit disconcerting to her that she was unable to avoid Collette’s most intimate area rubbing against her face from time to time as the punishment went on. Hopefully, she might be a little less animated when it is my turn to tease her, as it is obvious what I will be doing later. She was tempted at times to add a little extra teasing to the proceedings, but she knew that there was always the potential for receiving some kind of special treatment from the Japanese maid, so acting in a premature manner would be unwise. When will it be my turn to have a little fun with the helpless woman in front of me?

The screaming stopped as the women took their hands away from the helpless maid who was whimpering and begging after the prolonged session, but the fear grew in the eyes of the captive as the duo moved up to her sides. “Did you think that we would forget that your feet are not the most sensitive part of your body?” Selma said “Your sides are so tender that sometimes all it takes is just one little finger…”

It almost seemed as if Collette was crying out “No please no!” as Selma lifted up her little finger and held it about an inch away from the side of the bound maid so that the mental agony of waiting for the next stage could be prolonged. Once ten more seconds had passed by, the begging came to an end as each lady placed a single finger against the side of the captive’s abdomen, with her body arching in response to the new torment. Each finger traced a slow, torturing path along the captive’s side with her unable to breathe or lower herself until the maids reached her armpits and pulled their hands back. As soon as the punishment was halted, the maid collapsed and lay there panting on the bed but the look on the faces of the other two let her know that this was not going to end. It was about a minute later when this torment was inflicted on Collette for a second time, and she remained frozen in position for almost a minute as the two maids took their time in moving their fingers along the sides of her body. When it was finished for a second time, it sounded as if the bound lady was about to start sobbing.

“Selma, I think that the tickle torture should be brought to an end as Collette has had enough of this, so perhaps it is time to start part two.”

“I agree, but we should allow her five minutes to recover from the first part of her ordeal as we have not been this intense with her for quite some time. You have a little time to rest, Collette, so I suggest that you make the most of it.”

Cecyme listened to the breathing of the captive as it became calm and regular, which indicated that the suffering woman was recovering from the session of torment that was inflicted against her. I wonder how long it will be before I am subjected to the same kind of experience which has just been inflicted of poor Collette. I’m sure that it will happen before the weekend is over, though and I will probably scream even louder than she has.

“The five minutes are up, Collette. I hope that you made full use of your little break.” Megumi said, and there was a sigh from the restrained lady as her left cheek received a gentle kiss from her captor with another one lading on her right from Selma’s lips, and the next few minutes consisted of kissing and nuzzling the bound woman. Soon the two maids moved their attention to the neck of their prisoner, and soft moans escaped from her gagged mouth as the skin on both sides of her neck were bitten and sucked in a playful and gentle way by the pair, which seemed to be a little surprising when it was compared with the way that they treated her earlier.

The kisses moved down from her neck to just above her breasts with each being placed just below the other, and the roped woman closed her eyes as she took in the pleasure that she was receiving with her pushing up her chest in response to the pressing of lips against the mounds of her breasts. Each of her breasts were kissed in turn by the women who controlled her, and she started to writhe as tongues licked her soft flesh with only her special mounds being avoided.

How long will I have to lie here doing nothing? When will I be asked to help with this?

Cecyme didn’t have to wait long for the answer to her question, as the oriental maid lifted her head up before speaking. “Now you can start to tease the captive Collette, but you are not allowed to release her from her torment until I give you the instruction.”

Finally. I can start to apply my tongue to helping out in this situation. The hogtied woman lifted her head up and brushed her tongue against the top of the spread out lady’s thighs, with her moans increasing in volume as she writhed more owing to the additional stimulation. It seems that I am going to have some fun here, which is more than a little weird as I am just as helpless as the captive I am teasing. She spent a few more minutes licking the thighs of the woman before running the tip of her tongue in a gentle manner against the sensitive skin which formed the gateway to the other prisoner’s tunnel of lust.

You are responding to this. If I get free and become mistress again, I may end up having fun by teasing you like this. She could hear the cries of the prisoner increase as the two maids teased her nipples and areola with their tongues, so that they fed the fires of her lust. It wasn’t long before her flames were fanned even more when they each sucked a nipple into their mouths so that they could give this small mound their utmost attention by using their tongues to press and flick the flesh.

There were times when the lustful lips of the bound Collette ended up being pushed into the other prisoner’s face as the teased lady twisted and turned in her bondage, and the maid in the hogtie pushed her tongue a little deeper into the folds in front of her before running it up and down. I need to be careful because I don’t want to bring you to ecstasy just yet.

“Sorry, my hair seems to be getting in the way. I’ll push it out of the way, Megumi.” Selma said as she lifted her head up, and she used her right hand to push the hair on her right side over the back of her neck so that it would be out of the way.

Wait a moment, isn’t that one of my special earrings? It must be! What are you doing with them? As Selma moved back down to pay attention to the captive’s right breast, Megumi had lifted her head up and she noticed the ornament as well.

“Selma, those earrings belong to Mistress Cecilia. Why are you wearing them?”

A red colour started to spread over the cheeks of the blond haired lady as this was spotted. “Well, er-.”

“I see, Selma. Slave Cecyme, continue to tease our captive up to the point where she is almost ready for release. I’ll deal with this problem.”

It seemed that Selma was stuck as she didn’t know what to do when Megumi approached her. “So, you decided to help yourself to the jewellery of our Mistress. Do you know how much trouble you are in?”

“But-.”

“You have two choices. Either I report this act of theft to Mistress Isabella, or I will take care of you myself.”

Selma sank to her knees on the floor and placed her hands together in front of her so that could perform a begging action. “Please don’t tell Mistress Isabella! Anything but that! You know what she did to the last maid that she caught stealing. I only wanted to wear them for one evening.”

Show some mercy, I’ve noticed that she admired these earrings and I offered to get her a duplicate set. There’s no harm done here.

“Selma, stand before the cabinet and strip down to your stockings and high heels before putting your hands behind your back.”

“No, Megumi, you can’t ask me to do that!”

“I’ll just call Isabella and tell her what you have done, then.”

“Okay, I’m going over to the cabinet.” Selma said before walking over to the cabinet and she pulled the dress over her head in a reluctant manner, before slipping her panties down her legs with them being taken off over her shoes. After this was completed, she turned around so that her back was to the door and placed her hands behind her back with her palms pressed together.

If I try to interfere with what is going on, I will get nowhere and just end up getting punished for my pains. My only choice is to continue teasing Collette and keep an eye on what is happening.

“Please Megumi, please don’t use the armbinder on me. You know how much I hate it.” The nude woman said as the oriental maid opened the door.

“You will be wearing the armbinder, you thieving bitch, and you should consider yourself lucky that I am not applying something far worse.” Megumi said as she took the unusual garment out of the cabinet, and fed the hands of the latest captive into the bottom of the gloved shaped piece of leather before a strap was taken around her wrists with the ends buckled together. There was a look of fear on Selma’s face as the laces on the device were tightened up to her elbows and her countenance changed to one of distress when a second length of leather was taken around her elbows with the ends strapped together.

“Ow! You don’t have to do it so tight, can’t you loosen it a notch. No!” The maid pulled the strap out of the buckle but only to pull it even tighter by a hole which compressed Selma’s elbows even more. “That is much too harsh, Megumi!”

“You should learn not to beg when I am carrying out your punishment, as it only makes things worse.” Megumi said as she took a leather strap from the armbinder around the left side of the captive’s body, before it went over her right shoulder so that it could be buckled to the top of the item. The second long strap was taken around Selma’s right side and over her left shoulder so that it could be connected to the top of that armbinder so that it could be secured to the captive’s arms so that there was no chance of it slipping off.

“Just tie my feet together, please. I don’t want to be spread apart like before.”

“Be quiet, you light-fingered harlot.” Megumi said as she took a leather cuff and strapped it around the woman’s right ankle with the D-ring on the inside of the leg, before attaching a second to her left with the ring on the inside as well. “Put your feet apart unless you want me to call Isabella.”

Cecyme halted her teasing caresses of Collette’s intimacy so that she could watch Selma and it was almost comical as she worked on getting her feet as wide apart as possible. There was a loud moaning sound which was accompanied by begging as the spread out maid on the bed noticed that her intimacy was no longer receiving any attention. Poor Collette, I think that she must be desperate to be freed from her torment by now, but I can’t do this until Megumi allows it. As the hogtied lady continued the caresses with her tongue, she paused every so often for a moment so that she could keep track of Selma’s predicament.

Megumi picked up a three foot metal bar which had a clip at each end, and the clips were attached to the rings on the cuffs that were buckled onto the ankles of the captive so that her feet would remain spread out at an uncomfortable angle. “Megumi, could at least not use that large bit gag on me this time, and could my nipples for once be free of clamping? At leafff-.”

“Do you think that I will go easy on you?” A 2 inch diameter bit gag was inserted into the mouth of the captive with the straps taken around to the back of her neck before the ends were buckled into place to the tightest hole. This was followed by a scream from the helpless Selma as a clover clamp pressed the flesh of her right nipple and she emitted another cry as her left nipple was enclosed by the metal jaw of another clamp at the end of the chain. “You will follow me, prisoner.” There was a shake of the captive’s head which proved to be a mistake as she yelped as the maid hooked her index finger around the chain and gave a small tug.

“That was not a request, now move.” Another tug on the chain forced the helpless lady to move forward as best she could seeing as her feet were a yard apart, and she was forced to move in front of the bottom of a bed so that she was facing it while she was at a distance of eighteen inches. “Good, but you must bend over as far as possible.” Selma squealed as she followed the command of her captor because the clamp chain brushed against the frame of the brass bed, but this was nothing compared to her cry when the clamp was removed from her right nipple. The chain was wrapped several times around the horizontal bar at the top of the frame before the clamp was re-attached with the bent over lady suffering as a result.

OMG, you’ve clamped poor Selma to the bed and she can’t even stand up.

“I will get the instrument of punishment and then we will commence your chastisement.” Megumi said, returning to the cabinet and looking through it.

There was a noise from the bent over maid, and Cecyme’s attention was drawn to her behaviour. There’s something not right about all of this, and especially with Selma. She sounded as if she just moaned, and she looks a little flush. It also seems as if she is tugging against the clamps, even though this will cause her more pain. Does she actually want this to happen?

As Megumi approached the helpless woman with a flogger it almost looked to Cecyme as if the maid wiggled her posterior in anticipation of the whipping...

(To Be Continued...)
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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 6

Postby skybird137 » Mon Jul 21, 2014 10:34 am

Part 6

Selma looked over her right shoulder and struggled against her bonds as Megumi raised the flogger, but her actions could do nothing to stop the blow from being delivered across her bottom, causing her to yelp out through her gag at the blow.

Even I could see that you struck her with much less force than you would if you really wanted to punish her. There were cries from the bent over maid as she received five more strikes against her bottom by the implement of torment, but it appeared to the hogtied captive that the punisher was not using a lot of strength. Cecyme’s attention was caught just a moment later by a soft moan from Selma as the Japanese maid used the fingertips of her free hand to caress the posterior of the captive, and this went on for about a minute. Soon after, the right hand was raised again and the captive cried out another six times as she was stuck on her cheeks by the flogger, with the increase in her volume indicating that it was a little more painful this time.

The sighs from the maid also seemed to be louder as Megumi stroked the affected area with her hand, and the bottom of the prisoner looked as though it had wiggled again. It’s almost as if you are stimulating Selma. Is that what you are doing to her, arousing her by the act of punishment? A half-dozen more shouts escaped the captive’s lips as the tips of the flogger whipped across the soft flesh at the tops of her thighs and she even lifted herself up on the balls of her wide apart feet at one point.

Megumi tucked the device into the cloth belt of her small pinny before using each hand to smooth over one of the helpless lady’s thighs with the captive moving a little as she felt the relief. “You do know that you have been a very naughty girl, Selma.” The maid said as the soothing continued. “I have no other choice but to punish you for your bad behaviour.” It wasn’t long before the gentle touching stopped with the maid taking hold of the flogger, and the bent over lady yelped another six times as she felt the stinging blows that impacted at the top of her legs, before there was another minute of soft caresses from her punisher.

“It is going to get worse for you, bad girl, as I do not think that you have learnt your lesson.” Cecyme was surprised to see Selma shout out louder than before and her body squirmed as her defenceless derriere was flogged twelve times with strikes that were more intense than before. Louder moans accompanied the stroking of the helpless lady’s behind by her tormentor and she started to writhe in her bonds as the fingers glided over her reddened skin. This was followed by another dozen impacts against her cheeks, but the cries seemed to be a little less loud, with her moans being even louder as her buttocks were again caressed.

OMG, you are stimulating her. This isn’t about punishment, it’s all about giving Selma what she wants. This whole situation when she was discovered to be stealing and ending up being bound and gagged is all part of the ritual. I can see that it is causing Selma a degree of pain, but it is obvious that she is deriving a great deal of erotic pleasure from it as well. If it gets any harder, she may even-, no I doubt that it could happen. Cecyme’s attention was brought to the punishment of the maid as she shrieked out twelve times in a vocalisation of the blows that struck the tops of her thighs, and there was more loud sighing as the marked areas were smoothed over by the oriental lady’s gentle massage. This process was duplicated again, but the hogtied prisoner noticed that the cries of pain became even more muted, with an occasional moan appearing. It’s as if she is feeling less pain from each blow, and it’s turning into a kind of pleasure for her. That can’t be happening, though.

The first of a dozen whipping strikes went across the reddened cheeks of the flogged maid, but although the blows was stronger, the cry of pain was very quiet with her forcing her backside out in order for the impacts to be more effective. She wants to be punished now, she’s making it even more powerful. As the lady’s bottom was caressed, her writhing was constant with her moans sounding as if she was close to reaching the peak of pleasure. If this goes on, you are going to explode with pleasure. The unusual thing is that Megumi is holding back on trying to punish you, she must be using the precise strength to bring you to this moment.

“You are a very bad maid, aren’t you Selma?” Megumi said, and there was a furious nodding from the helpless maid as she was struck another twelve times on her cheeks, with her sighing at each blow. “You need to be punished as hard as possible for your misdeeds.” Again the captive nodded with vigour. “I will keep flogging you until I decide that your punishment is over.” There were no longer twelve impacts with a caressing of the struck area this time, just harder blows alternating between the bottom and her upper thighs, and the bent over maid seemed to be shouting “More” through her gag as her punishment continued with her sighing and writhing in her bonds.

A few minutes later, the whipped Selma emitted a long and loud scream with her trying to straighten up which caused the clamps to pull hard on her nipples, creating a feeling which added to her ecstasy. Megumi dropped her flogger, bent over her prisoner and released the clamps so that there was no risk of further harm to the captive who was oblivious to anything but the orgasm that was coursing through her body. Just a few seconds later, the spreader bar was detached from the legs of the captive, who was half-carried around to the side of the bed and helped to lie down on her right side. Her legs were bent at the knees so that they pressed against her bottom, before a short chain was threaded through the D-rings of the cuffs that were attached to her ankles and the ring that was at the end of the armbinder with the ends padlocked together so that she was held in a tight hogtie.

“I think that it is time to bring an end to Collette’s punishment, as she has waited for long enough.” Megumi said before caressing Selma’s hair and whispering in her ear, and Cecyme’s attention was focused on the moaning and begging captive who had also witnessed the display and was desperate for a release from her sexual torment.

Don’t worry, Collette your turn will come very soon. The tongue of the bound maid probed deeper into the folds of flesh in front of her and she stroked up and down at a faster rate than before so that the aroused woman could feel the maximum amount of pleasure. At one point it sounded as if the lady was going to reach the point of bliss, so Cecyme decided to tease her by halting her actions and the prisoner begged and pleaded through her gag for the caressing to continue. I won’t keep you in denial for much longer. The pressure and speed of the captive’s tongue increased with her even pressing the tip against the most sensitive spot of Collette’s lips.

This had the desired effect of taking the red headed captive over the edge with her screaming out in pleasure as the bliss overwhelmed her, and she cried and convulsed in her spread-eagled position on the bed, with poor Cecyme at times having to suffer having Collette’s lips of lust pressed against her face. After a few minutes, the helpless woman relaxed in her post orgiastic reverie, and the hogtied maid listened to her breathing which soon became regular and shallow which indicated that she had fallen asleep. As she looked up, she saw a smile on Megumi’s face as she put the index finger of her right hand up to her lips, in a gesture that meant to remain silent.

As the helpless woman lay on the bed, she noticed that her captor was untying the rope that bound her wrists to her ankles, and this was removed within a minute with her being helped up and off the bed with a minimum of disturbance. “I will change the gag you are wearing, as you have had to put up with it for some time.” Megumi said in a very quiet voice with her lips close to Cecyme’s left ear. “Please remember not to speak.” The captive opened her mouth so that the gag could be removed, and she noticed that Selma was also fast asleep on her bed with an expression on her face which made it look as if she was smiling.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for the chopsticks to be removed and a medium sized red rubber ball was inserted between the lips of the helpless maid, with the straps being taken around the sides of the face before the ends were buckled together at the back of her neck. At least this is more comfortable than the very strappy gag that I was forced to wear, or the chopsticks that were pressing down on my tongue.

The Japanese maid untied the crotch rope from the captive and tucked it into the loops that secured her waist before speaking in a quiet voice “Follow me, slave. We need to make sure that you are ready for bed, so we have to make a certain trip.”

This is going to be embarrassing. As the captive knew where she needed to go, she turned towards the bathroom door before taking slow and steady hops in that direction with the other maid in front of her. Once Cecyme had entered the room, she found out that the process turned out to be every bit as embarrassing as she had imagined it to be, but the prisoner knew that it was preferable to ending up having to go and being unable to. At least this is over and done with for tonight.

“I will take you over to a bed and we can get settled for tonight.” Megumi said as she closed the bathroom door once they had exited the room, and hooked her right index finger around the captive’s waist rope. “The reason for the smaller gag is that you have not slept with one in your mouth before, and the harness-gag may be too much for you for a first night. Just follow me.”

Do I really have any choice in the matter? You already have taken a hold of my ropes. Tugs on the waist rope guided the helpless maid to the nearest empty bed where she was made to turn around before a gentle push against her chest encouraged her to sit down.

“Lie on your right side on the bed, so that you are facing the middle.” It was a struggle to get into this position by the maid, given that both her legs and arms were bound but she managed to squirm onto her side and make sure that there would be no discomfort. Her legs were bent at the knees with her heels brought up to her bottom, and a length of rope which was wrapped around her wrists and ankles kept her in a secure hogtie.

“There you are, now you will not be trying to escape tonight.” Megumi said as she lay down on the bed opposite the bound maid, so that they were facing each other before she embraced the helpless lady. “I noticed that you were intrigued by Selma’s behaviour tonight when she was punished.”

Cecyme nodded as she snuggled up to the maid who held and cuddled her. It was very unusual, but I don’t think that it was just the flogging itself that had an effect on her.

“I cannot tell you the whole story because it involves some very confidential information, and it is up to Selma to tell you about it. I can tell you that the ritual of punishment is as important as me flogging her, and she is the kind of person who responds well to an erotic spanking. In order to orgasm, she needs to feel as if she is being punished or pay off a forfeit such as losing a bet, which puts her in the right state of mind. Selma needs to be a bad girl who has to pay for her behaviour.”

I think that I am going to have to wait for Selma to tell me the rest of the story, and it might be a while before she trusts me enough to reveal this part of herself to me.

“I wish I could tell you what precisely is going to happen, but I don’t want to end up facing the wrath of Mistress Isabella, as she can be a very stern lady when she puts her mind to it. Anyway my cuddlesome Cecyme, you need to relax and go to sleep now, as you will have a lot to do in the mornings. After all, you are the number one bondage slave at the moment and you have a lot to learn about your new situation.”

I wonder how long it will take me to fall asleep, but it shouldn’t be too difficult as I ended up taking naps while tied up when I was a teenager. Well, I am starting to feel a little tired and it has been an eventful Friday. It wasn’t long before the exertions of the evening caught up with the helpless captive as she lay on the bed and she fell into a deep sleep…

Ow! What’s happening to me? You’re pinching my nipples, stop it! As the captive opened her eyes, she noticed that the lights were off and that the room was illuminated by the light that had entered the room through the curtains that were drawn over the windows. It’s morning already, did I just spend the entire night bound and gagged?

“The other ladies are still asleep, and I want to make sure that you can get cleaned up before the day starts, as you have been in this uniform all night long. I will untie you and remove this outfit as I have a spare ready, and you can have a quick shower.” Megumi said as she rolled the captive over to the front so that it would be easier for her to remove the hogtie rope, and once this was untied the helpless lady was helped off the bed so that she could stand on her feet. All of the bonds that secured her legs together were removed, before the ropes around her arms and body were untied. “You are to keep your gag on during this period as a new slave must have some kind of permanent symbol of her captivity.”

That sounds similar to wearing a collar or a chain around a single wrist.

“When you are in the bathroom, you can put your current clothing in the hamper marked ‘Cecyme’ and this will be taken to the laundry during the morning. Take your shoes off before you enter the bathroom though.”

Following the instructions, the maid stopped before entering the bathroom and removed her shoes so that she could put them by the side of the door, as they would be needed for later. Once she was inside, she ran the shower before removing her clothes and placed them in her own personal hamper. This must have been planned for some time if I have my own laundry basket. At least I am being allowed to have a shower this morning. The water was warm when she entered the shower and she covered herself with gel before she put herself under the stream of water for a second time, so that it could be washed off.

After the shower was switched off, she looked around for a towel, and she noticed that there were five hanging from hooks opposite the shower. I can understand if there were three towels, and perhaps one extra, but why do we have five of them in here? Perhaps I should look at the names as the latest one might be mine. Just as she guessed, the one on the right was hers, and the first three were those of the present maids, with the prefix of slave before each name. The fourth towel came as a surprise to the maid as it belonged to ‘slave Isabella’.

Do you count as a slave as well, Isabella? I thought that you were in charge of all of us. It didn’t take long for the lady to dry herself off, and she decided to take advantage of the relative freedom to enjoy a bathroom break before leaving the room without the problem of embarrassment. Now to start the morning, but I wonder what my first duty will be?

“Now that your shower is finished, you need to go over to the bed and put your uniform on, but leave the shoes off for now. Once you are dressed, lie face down on the bed with your hands behind your back.”

I would have thought that you would have wanted me to put the shoes on, but you must have a reason for the instruction. The panties were put on first with the stockings following and the lady put the dress on over her head with the whole procedure only taking a few minutes. Now to lie on my front, although I don’t know how I am supposed to do anything like this.

It took just a few seconds for the lady to lie down on her front, and her hands were placed palm to palm before a length of rope was wrapped eight times around her wrists with four cinches to secure the cord. Her arms were pulled together before her elbows were bound and cinched with ten loops encircling her joints. Two ropes were used to bind the maid’s legs together at her ankles and below her knees with ten loops and four cinches each, and her heels were taken up to her wrists with another rope fixing her into a hogtie.

I really can’t do anything now. What are you doing to my gag? Is that a rope? The hogtied maid felt her head being pulled back so that her neck was strained, and there was increased tension at her ankles after a few more seconds have passed. I can’t lower my head, I’m hogtied by my gag and my head is pulled back! I’m stuck like this!

“Now you can perform your first duty of the day.” Megumi said as she placed what seemed to be a microphone in front of the strained captive. “This device will go through all of the handsets on speakerphone and it will ensure that everyone will receive a nice wakeup call.”

What type of wakeup call am I supposed to provide, and why are you walking around to the bottom of the bed? Nonononono, stopstopstopstop!

The screams of laughter that echoed throughout the mansion let everyone know just how vigorous Megumi was in her tickling of Cecyme…

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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 7

Postby skybird137 » Thu Jul 24, 2014 9:19 am

Part 7

“You are doing well Cecyme, I think that everyone in the mansion should be awake soon.” Megumi said as she moved her fingernails over the soles of the prisoner’s stocking feet at a slow rate with only gentle pressure, but even this was enough to elicit a stream of laughs from the defenceless lady before the torment was halted for a few seconds.

How can I do anything other than well, I’m more than a little ticklish as you might know from when I was a teenager. It’s a good thing that I took my break earlier because if I hadn’t I could have ended up pee-pleasepleaseplease, nonono! The screams were louder from the bound maid, as her captor pressed harder with her fingers as the second bout of tickling began which lasted for a minute, and the damsel was glad that her ankles were bound to her wrists. If I wasn’t hogtied, I’d hate to think what I would be doing to my neck right now. Although there was very little give for the ankles of the helpless woman, there was still enough to pull her head back a little further when she struggled as a result of the torment, and she could feel the strain at the back of her neck.

I doubt that you have finished with me yet Megumi, stopstop! Cecyme’s shrieks and struggles became even more pronounced as the scraping across the soles of her feet were at a faster rate than before, and the captive found that she was only able to take shallow breaths at best with her laughing so much.

“I think that you have had enough for your first tickling session, slave Cecyme. You appear to be almost as ticklish as Collette is, and it might be interesting to have you tied up together for a joint tickling session.” Megumi’s head turned as the handset in the room rang. “I will have to answer that, so if you will excuse me.”

both of us tied and tickled? We will probably scream the mansion down. As the bound woman rested in her bonds, she managed to see what her captor was doing as she walked over to the telephone and picked up the handset.

“Good morning, Megumi here. No, she is still tied to the bed and she has been punished for her misdeeds, plus Selma has been punished as well. No, it was nothing serious. I understand, they will be freed as soon as possible, and then I will get the new slave ready for her Saturday morning duties.” The maid put the handset down and walked over to behind Cecyme where Collette was tied up.

It sounds as if I have a busy day ahead of me and I hope that I don’t let everyone down. Knowing that Isabella has a hook with her towel on it does make it easier because she must have gone through this, along with the other maids. The fittings are all of the same age, and they weren’t put in recently so the fifth hook must have been for- Alicia! Oh my, there must have been times when she was the slave to the rest of her staff, and it seems that I am honouring the will by maintaining the place, even taking her place as a slave.

There was a sound behind the prisoner and she listened to a cough before Collette spoke. “I am so sorry, Megumi. I did not want to misbehave, and I accept the punishment that was delivered to me. I will do my best not to offend again.”

“I know that you do your best Collette, It is just that I wonder if deep down, part of you wants to be punished and that is why you do this. Anyway, that is the last rope untied. Would you do me a favour and release Selma from her bondage while I get Cecyme ready for her work?”

“Certainly, I will have her free in no time.”

I think I need to be released from my hogtie at the very least if I’m to help you this morning. A sigh of relief escaped the captive’s distended lips as the rope that bound the back of her gag to her ankles was untied, and the strained feeling in her neck disappeared as she lowered her head onto the bed.

“Do not too relaxed, as you will have work to do soon.” Megumi said as she released the helpless lady from the hogtie rope and the prisoner straightened her legs so that her feet were at the bottom of the bed.

That feels good, I can stretch out again and I hope I will be able to keep my legs straight for a while.

“I need to get you in a better position Cecyme, so I need to get you to sit up on the bed.” Megumi said as she took hold of the bound woman and manoeuvred her so that she was sitting on the bed with her back to Collette, who was freeing Selma from her bondage. “These need to go on first, as you cannot do much walking without them.” Cecyme looked over to the bathroom door as the oriental maid picked up the shoes that had been left there, before returning to the bound lady and kneeling in front of her. The right shoe was slipped on before the left, but the prisoner was surprised when the rope below her knees was untied along with the cord that restrained her ankles.

Aren’t you supposed to keep me all tied up? After all, I am supposed to be a slave in bondage. It seemed to the captive as if she was being released which seemed to be odd under the circumstances, so she coughed in a petite manner so that she could attract the attention of the oriental maid.

“Oh, you are puzzled why I have untied the rope from your legs. It is because you will need some freedom to perform your duties, and hopping would be foolish at best. Anyway, your legs will have some restrictions, but your cough has reminded me that you should be wearing your proper slave gag now. Do not speak will your gag is changed.”

There was a nod from the bound lady, and the maid reached around to the back of her neck so that the ends of the strap could be unbuckled before the rubber ball was pulled out of her mouth. The mouth of the slave was forced wider by the large ball of the harness gag, with the main straps connected together at the back of her neck before the Y strap was taken over her head so that the end could be attached to the other straps, and the small straps were buckled together under her chin.

I don’t know if it is just me, but there seems to be something about this gag that makes me feel as if I am a true slave. Perhaps it is because of the many leather straps that hold it in place.

“There, that makes you look the part. Now to bind your body, so stand up.”

Although my legs are free, it appears that my upper body will be restrained just like yesterday. Megumi opened a drawer which was full of ropes before selecting a large coil, and this was looped ten times around the arms and body of the helpless maid above the breasts, with another ten below before it was pulled tight and knotted off. Another length was taken around the lower arms and waist of the helpless lady eight times, with the ends tied together at the front of her waist so that her arms were secured against her back.

“Close your eyes for the next part, slave.” Megumi said, so the bound woman did as she was instructed, but she ended up letting out a yelp as her panties were pulled down, and something was inserted into her tunnel of lust before her garment was lifted back into position.

It feels as if I have been filled, what have you put inside me?

“That’s just a little device which will provide you with some entertainment later, but I have to make sure that it will not be dislodged.” The woman said, picking up a length of rope which she double stranded, with the looped end taken around the captive’s waist rope at the front, so that the free ends could be pulled tight through the loop. A series of knots were placed at intervals along the cord, and there was a yelp from the prisoner as the line was taken between her legs, before it was pulled tight over the rope around her wrists where it was tied off.

It’s rubbing me, it’s rubbing me between the legs. I doubt that you would even need to use that device on me as this teasing cord with its knots will be effective enough on its own.

“I just need to make sure that you do have some kind of restraint on your legs. After all we do not want our slave to be able to run away.” Two black leather cuffs with D-rings were selected by the maid, who buckled one to the right ankle of the prisoner with the ring on the inside of the leg, and the other was strapped around the left ankle with the ring on the inside as well. A metal chain which seemed to be about twenty four inches long, with a clip on each end was taken out of the drawer and one clip was attached to the cuff that was strapped around the helpless woman’s right ankle, while the other was clipped to the left one.

I won’t be able to run in this, but I can at least take small steps which I presume is why my ankles are bound in this manner.

“Now, we have a nice secured slave. The chain that binds your legs is two foot long, which is appropriate in a way because it connects two feet.” Megumi said with a smile. “Oh, I see that you are finally free, Selma. How are you feeling?”

“I feel like I will not be able to sit down for a week, Megumi. However, I want to thank you for my punishment, as it has done me a lot of good.”

“Think nothing of it, you showed that you needed it and I was happy to oblige you. You and Collette need to have a shower and get dressed so that you can make your way upstairs. I have already eaten, so I will take our new slave who will help me in preparing breakfast. First, I think that Cecyme needs to get used to having her ankles chained together, so I will take her up and down the corridor so that she can learn to step within the restrictions of her bondage. Follow me, slave.”

I just hope that my concentration isn’t disturbed by this tantalising rope. It seems that you have tied the knots in just the right places so that they will stimulate my intimate flesh. The oriental maid walked over to the living room door with the helpless lady following her, and it was opened so that they could exit through the door that would take them to the ground floor corridor.

“Practice walking up and down until you feel comfortable, slave. I do not want you to end up tripping over while you are helping me this morning, as falling down could be disastrous. Remember that your steps are limited, so take even smaller steps until you become accustomed to using the length of the chain while you walk.”

Following the advice of her captor, the helpless maid took smaller steps at first so that she would not cause the chain that connected her legs together to become taught. After going up and down the corridor, the woman decided to extend her walk to its fullest extent and although there were a few moments where she thought that she was going to stumble, she managed to recover without needing any help from the other lady.

“You are ready to help me now. Follow me into the kitchen and you can aid me with preparing breakfast.” Megumi said, opening the door to the kitchen so that the helpless captive would be able to enter.

How can I be of any use to you? My arms are bound behind my back so I can’t use my hands, and my feet are not much use either. As the lady entered the kitchen, she looked around at all of the general paraphernalia along with the ovens. Again, although much of the equipment including the microwave and gas cookers was modern, everything was customised so that it was in keeping with the house with the only exception being the digital readouts on the microwave ovens. I read that a mechanical device would have been unreliable, so that is a surrender to practicality, along with the membrane keys for ease of cleaning. Everything else is in keeping with the time though.

“Stop by the centre table for a moment, and you will be of use to me once I add something to you.” It only took a few steps for the bound lady to reach the table, and she halted while Megumi picked up what appeared to be a box with four straps attached. One long end of the box was positioned against the waist of the helpless lady, with the two straps that were connected at the far ends of this side being taken around her waist and under her arms, so that the two ends of the straps could be buckled together. The other two straps which led from the front ends of the short sides went up and around to the back of her neck and they were attached below the straps of her gag.

This is a tray, you’ve turned me into a walking tray. At least I understand why my legs aren’t tied together like last night, because at the very least I could make a major mess if I fell. Are those small drawers on the table as well?

“We have work to do, Cecyme. You are to follow me around as my portable tray.” The oriental maid started to prepare saucepans and hobs so that they would be warm before she walked over to the cupboards which were close to the dumb waiter. “Ah good, the waiter has been lowered which means that someone is up there to help put the items on the table in the dining room. The cold breakfast items will go up first before I start to cook the main meal.”

Cecyme was amazed at how efficient the maid was as she prepared the breakfast for the others as she seemed to make it look as if it was easy, even though she was doing it on her own.

I doubt that I would be able to do this a tenth as well as you can?

“It’s practice, Cecyme. We have done this enough time to become very proficient at it. After all, we still have to make meals for everyone, even if you only have a sandwich.”

I should have realised that the entire staff have to be fed. Perhaps I should discuss with them what we should all eat in future.

“Don’t worry about standing around Cecy. They also serve who only stand and wait...”

I never thought that this saying could be turned into a bad pun. However, I feel very guilty watching you do all of this work while I’m just doing nothing. During the week, I should prepare meals sometimes, or at least work with whoever is cooking. OW!

“You assist in this way and no other. You do not cook.” Megumi said as she gave her slave a second spank. “Did you think that I would not be able to read your face? Think about how I know that look.”

Alicia must have made the same offer, and more than once I would presume. It is ironic that even the maids have rules about how the place is run, but this must be part of the setup.

“Hello, Megumi and Cecyme.” Collette said as she entered the kitchen in her fresh uniform. “Everything is set out, and they ware starting on the meal in the dining room. Shall I take the new slave upstairs to help?”

“Go ahead, I can manage without my walking tray now. Cecyme, you are to go with Collette and help upstairs.”

“Come with me.” Collette said. “I will take you to the next floor in the elevator, as ascending the stairs will be a little difficult while you are in bondage.” The bound woman followed the red headed maid as walked along the corridor to the elevator so that they could reach the first floor, and the captive was glad to have the support of the maid as it wasn’t the smoothest of rides. Once they were on the next floor it took less than a minute for the two maids to reach the dining room, and Cecyme noticed that the three general handymen were there, along with Selma and Mistress Isabella who was at the head of the table. A giggle escaped from the captive’s gagged mouth as the maid who had been flogged attempted to sit down on a chair before she decided to remain standing.

I shouldn’t laugh as I could end up in that situation. Following the commands that Collette issued, the bound maid helped with distributing items from the dumb waiter and carrying other items around the room, until her work was completed at which point she was instructed to stand at the foot of the table.

“Your new slave appears to be very promising, Mistress Isabella, I’m sure that she will make a great addition to your team.” John said as he looking at the helpless woman.

“That remains to be seen, as she has more tests to go through yet.” The Mistress said. “Anyway, you may be the first to use this, John.” What appeared to be a remote control device was handed to the young man, and he smiled as he looked at the buttons.”

“I presume that this is for the breakfast entertainment.” He said.

“Go ahead.”

What sort of entertainment are they talk- OHMYOHMYOHMY! Cecyme couldn’t help but scream out loud, and her knees buckled to such an extent that she nearly fell to the floor as the device within her sprang into life, with its buzzing sending a jolt through the centre of her intimacy.

(To Be Continued.)
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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 8

Postby skybird137 » Mon Jul 28, 2014 8:01 am

Part 8

“What’s wrong, Cecyme?” Mistress Isabella asked as she looked down the table at the helpless maid, who was squirming in her bonds as the very core of her intimacy was teased from inside her body.

You know very well what is wrong! Even though Cecyme managed to recover from almost falling, it took every ounce of her willpower to straighten herself and reduce the volume of her cries.

“Well done, my new slave. Collette fell to the floor when she experienced this for the first time and Megumi bent over the table just so that she wouldn’t fall.”

I noticed that you didn’t mention Selma, but I doubt that this device wouldn’t have the same effect on her. Oh please it vibrates so much. After a few more seconds of teasing had passed, a faint click was heard before the buzzing inside the prisoner stopped which caused her to sigh at the halting of her torment. That is such a relief, but how long will it be before it is used on me again.

“Collette.” Ben said “Could I have a few rolls please? You know that I love to make a bacon sandwich in the morning.”

“Certainly, Ben.” Collette said as she placed a small plate on Cecyme’s tray before loading it up with three wholemeal rolls. “Take these up the table to Ben please, my slave maid.”

The slave was careful to remain straight as she turned to the right and took dainty steps with her chained legs when she walked around the long table, as she made her way up to the man who had asked for the food. However, she was barely half-way along the table to him when there was another click as a button was pressed, and the captive was subjected to vibrations within her most sensitive place. It was far weaker than before, but she had to stop for a second when she bent over a little and a loud moan escaped from her gagged mouth, as fuel was added to the flames of her lust. As the helpless maid straightened up again, she was thankful for the raised edges on the sides of the tray which prevented the plate from sliding off, with the rolls still in position.

I’m grateful that I did not drop them as I would probably receive a punishment from Mistress Isabella, but I have to walk while this thing is affecting me. Last night’s device was just put down my panties so it didn’t have such a strong effect, but this is far more effective. As the bound woman took her first small step, she emitted a sigh as her hips twitched, due to the vibrations and her movements causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through this part of her body. I shall have to be careful as I don’t want to drop this, so this means taking short steps and pausing for a moment. It took the prisoner longer than she expected to reach Ben’s place on the table, and the lady trembled a little as she halted on his left side.

“Thank you Cecyme.” Ben said as he took the plate off the tray and put it down on the table.

“You may go back to your place now, Cecyme.” Mistress Isabella said, and the maid made her slow and steady way back to the foot of the table with her halting on occasion so that she could maintain some kind of control over the feelings inside her. Once she was in back in position on the opposite side of the table from her mistress, a button on the remote was pressed and the helpless maid relaxed as the torment of her body stopped.

You had to wait until I had finished before switching this infernal machine off. However, I am sure that I had experienced the lowest setting as I served Ben, and this is only going to get harder as breakfast continues.

“Here you are, Ben.” John said as he handed the remote control across the table, and the other worker took hold of it before turning it over in his hands, as he smiled at the bound woman in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

You are going to take great delight in using that torture device on me. Well, maybe torture isn’t the right word, but having such major stimulation inflicted on me while I’m trying to work is a kind of torment.

“Collette, would you be so kind as to put the jug of orange juice on the tray and send Cecyme up to me with it.” John said, and the maid was snapped out of her thinking when she heard this.

Oh no, this is a recipe for disaster, as I’m sure that Ben will try and make me tip the orange juice while I am walking.

The worry on the captive’s face must have been visible as Collette picked up the jug and placed it on the tray, because the red haired lady attempted to reassure her. “It’s okay, Cecyme. You have already proved how tough you are at the beginning, and you will be able to do this easily.”

You may think so, but I’m the one who is going to have to take the jug up to John with Ben ready to torment me at any time. Cecyme shivered as she placed one foot forward, wondering just how long it would be before the cylinder inside her would start up again. Another short step was taken and another, and there was no activation of the device, so she thought that she was worrying too much until she heard Ben speak.

“I wonder what level two would do to you, Little Miss Slave? After all, level one had a strong enough effect on you as you walked along.”

No, please don’t use that thing on me, I might collapse or drop the orange juice. As the woman halted in going around the table, she shook her head and made pleading sounds through her gagged mouth in the slip hope that Ben would take pity on her.

“I wonder what you would offer me so that you could avoid having to suffer being tormented by me?”

Please, don’t do that, it’s unfair. You know that I am in such a weak position right now.The pleading from the woman became louder as she took a tentative step towards John, and she wondered if she should try and walk at her highest speed for the rest of the way. I’ll get into trouble if I drop this. Every step that the captive took filled her with dread as she waited for a button to be pressed so that her suffering would begin again, and she realised that this was being dragged out just so that this situation would play on her mind.

There were only two more steps to be made by the the bound maid to reach John when she heard the dreaded click, and her legs bent at the knees as the device buzzed away stronger than before. It took every piece of strength to stop herself from tumbling over, and the prisoner almost lost the jug as it slid forward but she managed to correct herself in time. Oh please, oh please, turn it off! As she stepped forward again, the movement of her body at the hips caused the sensitive areas in her tunnel to rub against the vibrator and the effect of this made her cry out. One more step brought her up to John, but she was unable to remain still as she stood on his right facing him, and her hips even thrust forward a little as her intimacy was teased.

“Thank you for bringing me the orange juice, Cecyme.” John said as he took the jug and poured the liquid into his glass until it was full, before putting the jug down on the table. “I don’t need anything else at the moment.”

Now I have to go back to the foot of the table with this horrible buzzing vibrating teasing me more than before. I just hope that I don’t fall over. It took far longer for the helpless lady to get back to where she had been standing, as she had to stop after every step because the fire of her lust was stronger than ever. The poor lady felt as if she had taken ages to stand beside Collette at the foot of the table, and it was only when she was back beside the red head that the machine was deactivated, so that she could get a degree of relief. It was only a degree this time owing to her libido having become so strong that her hips were twitching without additional stimulation, and she was unable to keep her legs still as she stood on the spot. As she looked up the table, she watched as the remote control for the vibrator was handed over to Paul and she knew that this was going to become more intense.

“Collette, could you remove the tray from our helpless slave as it would not be a good idea for her to continue moving around with it attached to her.” The mistress said, and the straps that held the tray to the prisoner’s neck was unbuckled, before the straps around her waist were disconnected so that the tray could be put on the table. “Cecyme, you will walk to the nearest corner to you and face it with your legs together.”

Am I going to be punished for something? It must be my not being able to control myself better at walking around the table with this thing distracting me. I had better do it though, or I may end up with a worse bottom than Selma’s at the moment. Cecyme turned around and walked over to the corner, taking large steps that used the length of the chain before she stood still with her feet as close together as possible.

“Collette, you know what you have to do now.” Isabella said.

What are you going to do to me, Collette. There was a sound behind the helpless maid and as she turned her head, she noticed that Collette was kneeling on the floor with a large padlock in her hands. You aren’t going to use that on me? My legs are already chained together. A loud click was heard by the captive and she realised that the padlock had been used to bind her ankles together with the shackles going through the two D-rings. How am I going to do anything like this? My legs are just as bound as if tight ropes had been used.

“I’ve removed the chain Mistress Isabella, our helpless slave is not going to be able to run around the room now.” Collette said as she walked back to the table and put the chain down by the tray.

“Thank you, Collette. Cecyme, you can go anywhere in the room and do what you want until you are told otherwise.” Isabella said.

What on earth am I going to do, and how am I going to get there to do it? My arms are bound behind my back and I can only hop about or shuffle as my ankles are locked together. Ohpleasenonono! Because the helpless woman was so preoccupied with her bondage, she didn’t even notice the click from the remote control and it felt just as bad as when it was switched on for the first time, with her bent over and screaming. Please switch it off, please switch it off! It felt as if the area between her legs was on fire, but she realised that this level of stimulation was not strong enough to take her over the edge.

This is horrible, I’m standing here and I’m being tortured with pleasure. There’s nothing I can do about what is happening to me, and even trying to pull on this rope between my legs won’t provide more than a little help. As she had no other option at the moment, the helpless woman turned around so that she could face the others, but even this took time as she felt as if her legs were going to give way. Please stop this, oh please please stop this. Although the maid in bondage put on her best begging and pleading performance, this did nothing but cause her audience to smile while she writhed in her bonds as her pelvis jerked, with her emitting loud moans through her gagged mouth.

“Oh dear, Cecyme, do you have an itch that you can’t scratch?” Mistress Isabella said.

You are all so mean, how can I expect you to end this and help me, when my torment is the very thing that you want to see. Wait a second Mistress, you said scratch. I can scratch my itch so to speak, but I have to move from my corner first, and this will take some time, as hopping is out of the question at the moment. The maid took what must have been the smallest steps possible as she was limited by the padlock that connected her ankles together, and she shuffled at a very slow rate across the floor as she walked towards the corner of the table.

Just how long is this going to take? I am not going to get any help from any of the others and if I try to move any faster, I may very well end up falling to the floor with all of you leaving me like that for the next hour with this excruciating teasing. Although the corner of the table was more like a sharp curve, it would be better to aim for this point than anything else, as at least there was a chance of providing enough stimulation to provide her with the release that she needed. Finally! I’ve made it, now I can at least attempt to rid myself of this level of torment. It felt to the captive that she had achieved a small victory by getting to the table from the corner of the room, and she bent her legs so that she could press her Mound of Venus against the corner of the table.

“It seems that you have found a way to scratch your itch after all, my sexy slave.” Mistress Isabella said as the bound maid moved her body up and down so that the table caressed the crotch rope along with her intimate flesh. “You seem to be very desperate in wanting to deal with this itch though.”

“Oh Cecyme, I never thought that I would ever see my ex-mistress try and have sex with a table.” Megumi said as she entered the room. “Even I took longer to work out that this would be a good idea.”

Everyone seems to be enjoying my predicament, which isn’t a surprise, but I need to rub myself against the corner of the table. the screams of the tormented Cecyme grew stronger as she caressed her intimacy by using the corner of the table, and the trembling in her hips indicated that it would not take long for her to push herself over the edge. Please, just a little more! I need this! As the prisoner opened her eyes for a moment and looked around, she could see that everyone’s eyes were transfixed on her helpless body as she worked towards her bliss. More, more, please more. Soon Cecyme started to gyrate her hips as her motions increased in speed, and as she screamed with her head thrown back the captive was no longer concerned as to whether or not she was being watched.

I’m almost there, I’m almost there! Just as the bound Cecyme was about to reach that point where her desire would turn into ecstasy, there was a click as the device inside her came to a halt, and the helpless damsel was robbed of her need. NO, NO! Please, switch it back on! This is sheer torture.

“Why, I thought that you wanted this thing to be turned off, my slave.” As the slave looked up, she saw that her Mistress was holding the control in her hand. “That was what you meant earlier when you were begging, wasn’t it?”

That was before, now I need you to leave it on! The actions of the captive became frantic as she thrust and gyrated against the corner in a desperate attempt to reach the moment of bliss, but this only helped increase the torment of denial that was inflicted on her. Please, I’m begging you, let me come!

“Is the poor maid feeling just a little frustrated at the moment?” Mistress Isabella said as Megumi and Collette stood at either side of the struggling maid. “Do you want this machine to be switched back on?”

Cecyme nodded as fast as she could as she needed the flame of lust between her legs to be sated, and she hoped that her mistress wouldn’t tease her with just the promise of release. Just press the button and free me from my torture.

“I’m not sure that you really want this device switching on. After all, you were very insistent about having the device powered down, so I have given you what you wanted.”

you can’t leave me like this! By this time, the frustration had become so strong because of the captive’s denial, she ended up lying down with her front on the table as she started to sob. It’s no use, I’m going to be tormented like this for hours with no hope of having my desires sated. She didn’t even notice the two arms taking hold of her body, but she screamed a moment later as the device inside her started up again. Oh yes, Oh Yes, OH YESSSSSSS!

Cecyme became oblivious to everything else as an explosion of bliss radiated out from her Mound of Venus and engulfed her own being as she screamed, convulsed and jerked on the table…

(To Be Continued.)
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Re: Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 8

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Mon Jul 28, 2014 11:03 am

Extremely erotic, skybird! I think Cecyme's starting to really get into this whole slave thing... :big:
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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 9

Postby skybird137 » Thu Jul 31, 2014 4:28 pm

Part 9

Once Cecyme’s time of ecstasy was over, she was helped to one of the dining room chairs by the two people who were on either side of her, and the lady became aware of everything else as her reverie ended. “I do not think that I have ever seen anything so incredible on any previous Saturday mornings.” Mistress Isabella said “You were most impressive, Cecyme. I think that you will become a great slave for this household.”

Oh my, that was just wonderful. Is my weekend going to consist of orgasms like these? If so, then I am willing to be your slave, but I wonder when the men are going to take advantage of me? After all, they will be able to take me in any way that they desire.

“I think that our new slave should have something to eat and drink as she has a long day ahead of her.” The Mistress said “Do we have any volunteers to help Cecyme with her breakfast?” It seemed that everybody wanted to help with feeding the maid in bondage and Mistress Isabella walked over to behind Cecyme before removing her harness ball-gag. “You are not to speak while you are having breakfast and if you do, then breakfast is over and your gag will be put back on.”

This seems to be the standard rule for me at the moment, so I should just nod in response. The captive nodded her head to let Isabella know that she understood.

“Everyone take it in turns to feed our pretty maid, and do not forget to give her a sweet kiss on the lips after she has eaten. Men, I mean a sweet kiss, as I don’t want you ramming your tongues down her throat.” Isabella said. “I’m sure that you ladies can work out how to organise the rest of the cleaning up afterwards.” Once the Mistress had spoken, she turned around and exited the room, leaving the helpless maid at the mercy of the other six people.

You must trust these six together, but what happens if I’m left alone with the men?

The rest of the breakfast was spent with the prisoner being fed by each person in turn, and after she ate the little piece of food or took a drink of juice the prisoner was kissed on the lips. It proved to be a very enjoyable meal for the next half hour as her captors took their time in feeding her, but there came a moment when Cecyme had eaten enough so she received her last kiss from Megumi.

“I think that our slave needs to be prepared for the next part, so open wide Cecyme.” Selma said as she picked up the harness gag, and the captive parted her lips so that the large rubber ball could be forced into her mouth. Both of the main straps were taken around her face so that they could be buckled to their fullest extent at the back of her neck, before the Y-strap was attached after being taken over her head with the chin straps connected last.

I’m helplessly gagged again, but at least I have been allowed to have a meal. What is going to happen next, though? Although the prisoner was relaxed, her eyes opened wide when Mistress Isabella entered the room.

“Ladies, follow me. Men, you may do whatever you please with our new slave. After all, she is just a piece of property.” After the Mistress spoke, she left the room with the three maids and Cecyme trembled as the door closed with her left alone with the three men.

No, you can’t do that to me, please don’t do it!

“You heard it lads.” Ben said as he hauled the bound maid to her feet. “This slutty maid is now to provide us with pleasure. Let’s carry her to the foot of the table.” All three men carried the defenceless but panicking maid over to the table, with Ben and John lifting her by the shoulders while Paul kept hold of her struggling legs.

Please for the love of-, please you can’t! Her upper body was forced into a prone position at the foot of the table with Paul holding her down, as the padlock that connected her cuffs together was unlocked with her ankles pulled wide apart. John and Paul attached a clip that was attached to one end of a chain to her ankle cuffs, with the other end wrapped around one of the table legs, before it was clipped to the chain so that the powerless lady was unable to bring her legs together.

You are, you are going to do it to me. I should have known that I couldn’t have trusted anything that went on before. As the captive tried to lift her body up from the table, she screamed as she was forced down by Ben and John as Paul stepped behind her.

“I’m sure that you can guess what is going to happen now.”

Yes, I know what you three are going to do to me! At least get it over with! Cecyme nodded as the terror rose inside her, because there was going to be no escape from her horrifying fate.

“Well, you couldn’t be more wrong.” Ben said, and he walked over to the door, opened it and let the four women into the room. “I’m very sorry for what we had to do, but we had to show you that even when you are in our power, there are limits that we will never cross. Perhaps Mistress Isabella can explain.”

OMG, you weren’t going to-, going to-, you wanted to prove to me that you would never do such a thing. I have been worried for nothing.

“Cecyme, when I select a man so that he could work at the mansion, I have several evaluations to make, and the most important is finding out how empathic they are.” Mistress Isabella said. “They could no more hurt you than they could chop their own arm off. To them, no means no, and they can even tell if a yes means no as well.”

“Well, to be honest there is an exception to not hurting.” Selma said “All three of them will do what is needed, and I have been helped by all three of them at various times.”

“The three men have found it difficult even to chain you to the table and put you through this charade.” The Mistress said “Just to make you feel better about this, all of us ladies have gone through this, so that we could be reassured. Yes Cecyme, that does mean that I went through this as well, so I know just how you feel.”

The only way to get me to trust you is to be put in a position where you have total power over me. However, how long am I going to remain chained to this table, as we have to clean up the tables and there is the washing up to do. As the helpless maid lay on the table, she motioned with her head at the items on the table, trying to point out that this needed to be sorted out.

“You really are thinking like a maid now, slave, as you are concerned about the mess on the table.” The Mistress said “Gentlemen, if you would like to prepare the garden for this afternoon’s activities, I think that the maids can get started on clearing the breakfast items away. Do I have a volunteer for the washing up?”

“I will do it, Mistress Isabella.” Selma said “After all, my bottom is a bit tender after last night’s punishment. I will take our new slave downstairs so that she can help me.” As the men left the room with the Mistress, Selma removed the two chains that forced the captive’s feet far apart, and the two foot long chain was clipped onto each of her ankles so that she could walk, even though it was little steps.

“Ah, I need to put your tray back on.” It took a second for Selma to pick up the tray which was placed against the waist of the helpless maid, and the two rear straps were taken around the sides of her body where they were buckled together behind her back, before the side straps were put around her neck and attached so that the tray remained horizontal.

“I shall go downstairs with our slave maid, if there are no problems with you two clearing up here.” Selma said.

“It is fine.” Collette said “I am wondering if it is permissible to say something to Cecyme so that she can be further reassured about our gentlemen.”

“If it is about the incident.” Megumi said “I can see nothing wrong about that. In fact, it is a very good idea.”

“All right.” Collette said “It was on a weekend and I ended volunteering to be a bound and gagged captive for all three men, as I had never done something like this before. They had finished tying me up naked and everything was about to start when I ended up getting cold feet. To be more honest, I was scared, but I didn’t want to let the men down. I was asked if I wanted to continue, so I nodded my head but nothing happened. I was surprised when the men untied me, and I felt embarrassed about what I had done, but they told me that they wouldn’t do anything that would hurt me. This helped me to get over my fear, and by the next weekend I was ready to experience it which led to an incredible evening.”

“Do not worry about them, Cecyme.” Megumi said “They are the kindest people that I know. Anyway, I think that our helpless maid needs to help you with the washing up, Selma.”

“Follow me, slave.” Selma said as she walked out of the room, taking short steps so that the maid in bondage would be able to keep up with her, and Cecyme followed her down the long corridor until they reached the elevator, with Selma pressing the button. “Once Collette and Megumi have sent everything to the kitchen, they will clean up the room and that will be their task completed for the morning.” The elevator arrived with a ding, the doors opened and both maids walked onto it with Selma holding onto the captive, so that she would not fall when they descended to the ground level. It took less than a minute for the two ladies to reach the kitchen and they walked over to the dumb-waiter once they were there, so that Selma could put some crockery on the captive’s tray. A button was pressed by the dumb-waiter so that it was set up, and the maids walked over to the two large kitchen sinks with the crockery put into the second one as the first was filled with the pots and pans.

There were several more trips to the dumb-waiter and back with the bondage maid being used to carry the items over to the sink in preparation for being washed. This would be much easier if I was a free woman, but this is fun in a kinky kind of way. I wonder if I will end up as the bondage maid all of the time, or do we take turns at this, even Isabella. I hope that I get the chance to tie her up sometime so that I can tease her mercilessly. It would be so much fun to tie her to her own bed and place a vibrator inside her. OW! A sharp pinch to the right side of the captive’s bottom brought her back to reality, and she looked up to see the other maid smiling at her.

“Having bondage daydreams, my sweet captive?” Selma said as she turned on the taps and the helpless woman blushed as she nodded. “Don’t worry about it, as it will be the first of many that you will experience. We have a few minutes to wait until the sink is filled and I guess you are curious about last night and my punishment.”

A single nod from the prisoner confirmed that she wanted to hear what it was all about. I would like to know what happened to you, because it seemed as if you had just disappeared, and I never knew what happened to you.

“My teenage years were going fine until my parents discovered that I liked games in which I tied someone up or was tied up. They decided that my behaviour was very wrong and they forbade me to play these evil games. When I refused and I was discovered, they sent me off to some convent school where I would spend the rest of my teen years, or until I learned my lesson. The place was horrible as most of the time was spent on lecturing us about how sinful we are, and I thought that if I’m always going to be told how bad I am, then I might as well be bad.”

“I was caught playing a tying up game with another teen, and she was helplessly bound and gagged when we were discovered. It never occurred to these nuns that the other girl actually wanted to be tied up, so I was accused of attacking her. One of the nuns decided to punish me by putting me over her knee and giving me a good spanking. What people like her didn’t know is that the body’s largest and best erogenous zone is below the muscles of the bottom, and this along with the flow of adrenaline and the endorphin effect ended up providing me with my first orgasm. The nun thought that it was some ecstatic revelation because they were unable to comprehend that sexual stimulus could be achieved in this way.”

“As you can imagine, this did not encourage me to be a good little girl. The next time that I was going to receive a beating, I struggled so violently that I defied the nun to tie me up and gag me to keep me still and quiet. She did this and I had the most incredible experience. So, for the remainder of the time I spent at the place, I ended up being ‘punished’ once a week. Once I was old enough to leave, I left the place and found a waitress job, which didn’t pay much but at least I had my freedom.”

“I was left with one major screw up though, as I found myself unable to orgasm although I could get aroused, and this just led to me tormenting myself. Help was just around the corner though when Isabella turned up and she explained to me that she was now a Matron. I was offered a job at the mansion, but I wasn’t sure that they would want a lady like me and I told her about what had happened. She told me to meet her at the end of the day at the hotel that she was staying at, and not to be late. Well, I was kept in at the restaurant for another two hours, so I was quite late getting to the hotel.”

“When I met Isabella, she told me that I had been a very bad girl for wasting her time and she ordered me up to her bedroom. I obeyed with a shiver down my spine and my heart was racing as I had not been punished for some time. When we went into her bedroom I was ordered to strip naked and lie face down on the bed with my arms and legs pointing at the corners. Isabella tied my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed and gagged me before bringing me to orgasm with a delightful spanking. As I lay sated for the first time in ages, Isabella explained everything to me and she said that I would fit right in. I left my job the very next day and went with Isabella back to the mansion, where I have lived with my new family ever since.”

That was a horrible way to be treated, but I’m thankful for you to have a good life again. I think that I will have to learn how you need to be punished, as I can guess that I may have to perform this task as well.

Selma opened a drawer and reached into it so that she could pull out a brush with a kind of attachment on the end which was pressed against the hole in the ball of Cecyme’s gag. “This is so you can help me with washing up.” The maid said as she switched off the taps so that the flow of water to the sink was stopped. “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to wash every dish as that would take forever, I will hold one up every so often, and you will brush it.”

With this, the two maids set to work washing the breakfast items…
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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 10

Postby skybird137 » Mon Aug 04, 2014 7:11 am

Part 10

With nothing else to do for the moment, Cecyme stood still in front of the sink while Selma started to wash the plates, and the occasional piece of crockery was held up so that the helpless maid could clean it with the brush that was attached to her harness gag. This is very inefficient as a way of cleaning, perhaps there should be a way of chaining my wrists together in front of me so that I can be far more useful. The captive felt guilty as she watched the other maid do most of the work and she squirmed in her bonds in an attempt to free herself while the cleaning was being done. Couldn’t you free me so that I can help you? I don’t like it that you are doing all of the work. In fact, her feelings about the situation grew so strong that she turned her back to her co-worker, and waved her hands around as she coughed in order to get Selma’s attention.

“Do you want me to free you, Cecyme?” There was a nod from the head of the helpless lady as she again motioned with her hands in the hope that she would be released. “Why do you want to be untied?” After a pause of about a second, the bound maid turned around and nodded her head at the items that were still in the sink so that the other maid would know that she wanted to help. “I take it that you are guilty just standing there, and you want to be untied from your bonds so that you can help me to wash up the dishes?” This time there were several vigorous nods from the lady as she answered the question and she squirmed in her bonds so that she might be allowed to be of use. “Oh that is so sweet of you, Cecyme.” Selma said as she held the captive in a warm embrace. “You want to help me with all of this. In that case, I’ll tell you that you are not the first person to feel like this. When I did my first time as a bondage maid, I had to stand like you are now, and I felt guilty as well. Don’t worry, I’m sure that there will come a time when our positions are reversed or there will be a new maid, and you will be saying the same thing to the lady in bondage.” After the helpless lady was given a kiss on the cheek, she was released from the embrace as her co-worker went back to cleaning the dishes.

So, I would guess that this is a regular occurrence but they must have had to curtail their activities when Alicia fell ill. For the past month, they have acted as if I was an important lady and they were just servants, with clearly defined positions. Now everything is upside down, Isabella is in command and I am just one of the girls as the latest slave maid in bondage. I will have to wait until my present Mistress educates my on my duties and responsibilities, both as a Mistress and as a maid. Hey!

As the helpless lady was wound up in her thoughts, a small amount of water splashed onto her body and she looked to see her companion lift a plate out of the sink. “This plate slipped out of my hand and fell into the sink. Sorry about that.” She said with a tone of voice and a smile which indicated that it wasn’t an accident, and that she wanted to make sure that the captive knew that it was deliberate.

You did that on purpose and you let me know it! The worst thing about it is that I have no way of retaliating against you getting me wet, as I cannot do anything with my hands. Wait a moment, the solution is on the tip of my tongue or to be more correct, sticking out from my gag. While the other maid’s attention was elsewhere the prisoner dipped the end of her washing brush into the sink water, ensuring that the brush was soaking wet when she pulled it out. Once the blond haired maid turn her head back to face the prisoner, she was surprised when Cecyme flicked her head so that the water on the brush went onto the chest of the other woman.

Selma was shocked for a second before a smile appeared on her face which showed that she did not consider this to be serious. “Why, you little minx! Maids in bondage should know where their place is. I’m going to get you for this.”

I think that I had better retreat while I still can. The helpless maid took as large a step back as she could manage, given that her ankles were still connected by a two foot chain which hampered her movement and she took several more steps as her captor cupped her hands so that she could take some water out of the sink. It looks as if I’m going to get even wetter, and I cannot defend myself from you.

“There’s no use in running Cecyme, I’m going to catch up with you anyway no matter what you do.” The woman said as she advanced on Cecyme with the water, and the helpless woman found that she had backed herself into a corner. “Got you!” As the captive’s movement was restricted due to her bonds, she had no way of avoiding the handful of water that was thrown at her which landed on her chest.

This is unfair as you can outrun me because you aren’t bound like I am. All I can do is hope to catch you while you are unaware. Cecyme walked back to the sink so that she could dip her brush in the water before looking around to see where the other lady was, and she was standing in the corner that the maid in bondage was a few seconds ago. I think that you want me to return the favour.

“Please Cecyme, there is no need to continue this. After all, you have splashed me and I have splashed you, so we are both even. Hey!” Selma squealed as the helpless woman approached and shook her head, so that the water ended up being splashed onto the blond headed woman.”You are going to pay for this misbehaviour, slave.” Cecyme retreated, but she was only up to the sinks when Selma caught up with her, scooping up water with her right hand so that it splashed onto the captive.

It’s my turn now. The prisoner soaked the end of the brush again in the sink and flicked the liquid at her opponent, who wasted no time in cupping up a handful of water which was thrown at Cecyme. This went on with each maid taking it in turns as they splashed each other and at some point the pair even started to laugh and giggle at what they were doing.

“What on earth is going on here?” Both maids stopped at the question and they looked over to the door to see Mistress Isabella standing there, looking rather annoyed at the mess on the floor.

“I-I am sorry, Mistress Isabella but there has been an accident. I will clean it up at once. Selma said, and the captive nodded her head in agreement in the hope that the mistress would believe the incredible excuse.

“Carry on then, Selma. It might be best if you continue with the washing up before cleaning the floor.” The mistress said and the maid turned around so that she could continue with cleaning the dishes. As Isabella turned to face Cecyme, she smiled and winked before leaving the kitchen so that the maids can continue.

You knew, you knew what was going on, but you were okay with it. After half a minute had gone by, Selma turned around to face the captive and took a few seconds to remove the brush from the captive before putting it down beside the sink.

“That was a lot of fun, Cecyme.” She said as she hugged the defenceless maid. “You really are showing that you are one of the girls.”

That’s what I wanted to be from the start, I didn’t like the idea of having to be distanced from everyone else, but all of you kept me at arm’s length until last night. There was a sigh from the helpless woman in the gentle embrace, as she snuggled against the body of her captor and she just wanted to stay like this for as long as possible.

“You really do like this I see, Cecyme.” Selma said as she caressed the hair of the bound maid. “While we are like this, you are our friend and we would never do anything to cause you any harm.”

I wanted to be friends with everyone. Is this what Alicia set up though, a way in which she can be on equal terms with everyone as a release from her responsibilities? I wouldn’t be surprised if she did, and leave the Matron in charge as the Mistress for the weekend. Cecyme moved her head up so that she could nuzzle the cheek of the maid who controlled her, and the woman planted sweet little kisses against the neck and cheeks of the helpless lady.

“I think that we need to finish the washing up, my naughty prisoner.” Selma said, causing the defenceless maid to yelp by giving her a playful slap across the bottom and the woman turned around to continue washing the remainder of the dishes.

I hope that I get to spend more time with you at the moment, as I loved the games that were used to play when we were younger. I think that I will be on the receiving end of the ropes for this weekend though, so I will just have to enjoy this side of things for the moment. As the maid in bondage watched her friend dry the plates, she shivered a little as she realised just how soaked through she was because of the splashing game that they had played. Now the water has cooled down a little I know just how wet I am. I just hope that I won’t have to stay like this all day long. Selma wiped the last item dry before using a cloth to remove any water from Cecyme’s tray so that they could start taking the pots, pans and dishes from the sink to the cupboards around the room. This didn’t take long as Selma not only put items on the tray so that the maid in bondage could carry them, but she picked as much as she could in order to speed up the process.

“I just need you to stay in a dry corner for the moment as the floor needs mopping.” Selma said as the last of the items was put away, and the captive moved to a far corner in the room as the lady picked up a mop and used it to clean and dry the floor. “That is better, the kitchen is all tidied up and ready for lunch when it happens.” The mop was put back in its proper place, and the maid walked over to the powerless woman so that she could unbuckle the tray from the captive before putting it down on the table.

“Now, we both need to get dried off, and seeing as it is a nice sunny day, the best way to do that is to go for a walk in the sun. Would you be happy in playing a game of ‘follow my lead’ for a while until we get dry?”

OMG, we haven’t played that game since when I was a teen! Go on, I’ll play! It almost seemed as if the prisoner was going to nod her head off as she made it known that she wanted to play.

“I expected you to agree, so I made sure that the items were ready.” The woman said as she opened a cupboard so that she could retrieve a black leather collar along with a long lead, and the collar was placed around the neck of the captive before it was buckled to a point where it was a little loose. The clip end of the lead was attached to a D-ring on the collar, while the loop end was held in Selma’s hand which meant that Cecyme would have no choice but to follow her friend.

“Do you remember when we started using these, Cecyme? It was after that afternoon when you were leading me around the garden with a rope around my neck, and Alicia got most annoyed when she saw what was happening. She untied me and took us inside for a stern lecture about never tying a rope around our necks that could become tight. It was then that she walked out of the room and returned later with a collar and lead, telling us that it was far safer.”

There was a nod from the bound maid as she recalled incident.I remember that and it became funny when we said to her that we didn’t want to be led around as if we were a puppy on a leash. Alicia said that there was nothing wrong about it and anyone would be happy to wear it. All of this led to the challenge. Cecyme started to giggle from seeing the exchange between the trio in her mind.

“You do remember it, Cecyme, I can see it all over your face. She said that nobody should mind wearing it to walk around the mansion and garden, and at least there would be no danger compared to using a rope. That was when you said “In that case, if it is so okay, why don’t you wear it for a few hours while we lead you around. If you do that then we will do it too.” The look on Alicia’s face was incredible as she blushed, but Alicia realised that she was stuck in a corner with no way out, so she agreed to it. We tied her up, gagged her and put the collar around her neck before attaching the lead. She spent the rest of the afternoon being taken everywhere in the mansion and the gardens so that we could make sure that everyone could see her as the bound and gagged captive of a pair of teenagers. I don’t think that her cheeks were anything less than crimson for the whole time as she had to follow us on the end of a lead.”

I should have recognised then that she was into being tied up as much as we were, and I can recall a very special smile from maid Isabella as she looked at her Mistress in bondage. In fact, we didn’t free Alicia at all on that afternoon, as Isabella took her away to be untied, but we didn’t see either of them for the next hour and Alicia looked very flushed when she did turn up. Oh my! This particular memory was so funny that the helpless woman started to bend over in her bonds as she laughed.

“What is so amusing, Cecyme? I know that she was embarrassed when we took her around the garden and building, especially when Isabella saw her, but nothing special happened at the end when Isabella took Alicia to her room so that she could be freed. However, that did take some time and poor Alicia did seem hot and bothered when we met her again.” This was the moment when the poor maid laughed even more when she realised that her friend didn’t understand what had happened.

“Wait just a moment, are you suggesting that Alicia and Isabella, even then? Oh dear.” Selma looked surprised for a moment until she started giggling and she wrapped her arms around the helpless Cecyme. “I can’t believe that I missed what was going on then.” She said once she had calmed down, along the bound lady. “Just imagine our Mistress Alicia, even then she managed to end up as the bondage slave of Isabella.”

After another minute of hugging, during which Selma placed kisses on the lips and neck of the captive, the maid disentangled herself from her prisoner before taking a step back. “I think that we need to go out into the garden so that we can dry off, otherwise I will end up talking in here all day long.” She said as she tugged on the end of the lead. “Follow me, my collared slave.”

At last, I’m being led around like this for the first time as an adult, and it’s not just a simple tying up game this time, as I am in bondage as a sexy French Maid. There may be more strict adventures that I will have to participate during this weekend, but with the help of my friends I am sure that I will manage. My guess is that I will have to go back to being the Mistress of the house once this weekend is over, but I wonder just what I will be allowed to do.

Cecyme followed her captor out of the kitchen and down the corridor until they reached the service entrance which also doubled as a quick and convenient exit to the garden, and the bound maid held her head up high as she stepped out into the open…

(To Be Continued…)
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Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 11

Postby skybird137 » Thu Aug 07, 2014 10:05 pm

Part 11

“It’s a nice sunny day with a warm breeze, so we should take no time in getting dry out here.” Selma said as she walked into the herb garden part of the grounds with the helpless Cecyme following behind her on the leash. “It was the most practical place to plant the herbs, as it is the closest area to the kitchen, and using our own fresh herbs can have a major effect on a meal.”

There was a grunt from Cecyme, along with a nod as she walked behind her captorIt was a large change to my life when I moved to here from the city, but the meals have been wonderful. The grounds have the orchard at the back and my aunt also bought the nearby farm at a more than fair price so that she could be assured of a ready supply of fresh produce. She was a shrewd businesswoman with a good heart, and most of the farms around here are flourishing due to her help. That obligation is on my shoulders now, and I hope that I can be as good as she was. I shouldn’t be thinking about my duties on this weekend, as my mind should be on the games. This might be another reason why Aunt Alicia set this up, as it is an escape from her normal work. After all, I have no doubt that unless an absolute emergency turns up, I am going to be a bondage slave for the rest of her weekend.

As the helpless maid walked along, she noticed that the flowers were in full bloom, and the scent was wonderful as she inhaled the fragrance through her nose. Alicia insisted on only using recycled water for the flowers and the large lawn, and if there were draught conditions, she decided that there were better plants to water anyway. Mixed among the flowers were various kinds of cacti, which meant that there would still be something green and growing in these areas, even in the driest summer.

“Yes, Mistress Alicia made sure that the minimum of water is wasted on the garden, but it took a little while for the other farms to take note. Their real opposition was that they didn’t have the capital to set up new water saving practices, so once she offered to provide financial help, the local situation changed.”

For Cecyme, walking through the grounds in this manner also brought back a lot of childhood memories, especially the ones when Selma played all kinds of games with her and she could even remember when Collette and Megumi had started to visit, just before it was the time for Cecyme to attend studies full time. They didn’t need any encouragement to play any of the special games, which meant they must have done it before they came here. The breeze was blowing into the grounds from the mansion, and along with the warm air came a smell that was very familiar to the bound maid, a smell that awoke further memories in her, a smell of-. Cookies! Not just cookies, but Isabella’s cookies. I forgot how good the smell was when she was cooking to her own recipe, and I hope that she saves some for me.

“Cecyme, you are drooling. “ Selma said as she wiped the saliva from the captive’s face using a handkerchief that had been hidden up her right arm short sleeve. “Yes, I can smell it as well. Do you remember the cookie torture that Matron Isabella put us through when we sneaked into her kitchen so that we could ‘borrow’ her freshly baked cookies?”

Oh yes, we had done it before, but this time she was waiting for us with Maid Chloe, and we were caught red-handed as the expression goes.

“You do remember, Cecyme. Anyway, she and Chloe caught us and they decided to make the punishment fit the crime, so we were both forced to lie face down on the marble table. Our hands were tied behind our back, our feet were tied together and we were hogtied so tight that our heels pressed into our bottoms, before cloths filled our mouths with a scarf tied over our faces. We were made to face each other with the large plate of cookies placed between us, and we had to spend the rest of the afternoon having to smell the aroma without being able to eat them. In the end, Isabella invited everyone into the kitchen and they ate the entire plateful while we were still bound and gagged.”

That was mean of Isabella, but we did deserve it for trying to steal the cookies. Those were the days, especially during the summer holidays when all we had to think about was which game to play next. Selma turned left on the path and they went to the part of the garden with the main lawn, where the three men were putting up a large gazebo which Cecyme guessed was going to remain up until Sunday evening.

“Yes, that is being put up for the weekend, as the sun can get a bit too much if you stay out too long. It will be a nice place to have a mid afternoon cold meal with cool drinks and desserts.”

Plus, I have no doubts about how the meal is going to be transported to the gazebo. It’s bound to be whoever the bondage maid is at the moment, which is going to be me and I will be transporting the items on the tray that will be strapped to my body. The giggles of the captive drew the attention of her captor, who stopped before she turned around to face the helpless maid.

“Let me guess, you have worked out who will be performing the duties taking items to the table this afternoon.” Selma said, and the bound lady nodded in response to the comment. “Well, you are correct but you might not be alone this afternoon. Mistress Isabella may decide that you may need help, and in that case one of us will be in the same situation as you are.” There was a tug on the lead as Selma started to walk along the path, with the maid in bondage following and she noticed that the warm sun along with the breeze had dried her off.

What are we going to do next? You are most likely dry as well, so are you just going to take me all over the garden in a grand tour, or do you have something else planned?

“Would you like me to take you over to the orchard, Cecyme?” Selma said as they walked along the path which snaked around various trees and shrubs, and the prisoner was surprised by the fact that she was asked a question rather than being given an order.

You are offering to take me up to the orchard, where one of us often used to spend a lot of time tied to a tree? It’s been a long time since I have done this, and I would love to be bound and gagged with my back against a tree while you tie me up. It took just a moment for the maid to perform a vigorous nod of her head and Selma took a path to her right so that they could head for the orchard.

It wasn’t going to be a quick walk to the area where they were heading, as it was at the end of the grounds and Cecyme wasn’t in a position to take anything more than short steps because she was still restricted by the chain that connected her ankles together. I have a feeling that this tying up game won’t stop with me bound to a tree and gagged, but a mature twist will be added with the captive being teased in an erotic manner. I just hope that someone remembers to take this vibrator out of me as it is still rubbing against the inside of my tunnel. There wasn’t anything that the slave could do but enjoy her walk as she had done so many times before, and she wondered if her captor would place her in some unusual pose or just go for the classic hands behind the tree with feet apart position.

As they carried along the path, the helpless woman saw the wooden fencing which went all of the way around the orchard, with the only way in and out being a single large wooden door. It took a few more minutes for them to reach the door which Selma opened, and as soon as both ladies had entered into the large orchard, the door was closed which allowed them a measure of privacy.

“Now I have you to myself, slave. I will be able to do anything I want with you.” Selma said as she removed the collar from around the neck of the captive, and the helpless maid squealed as she put on a false appearance of fear.

Oh please evil Ms. Kidnapper, please don’t hurt me. The pretend victim continued with her mock pleading as Selma opened the large hut where she hung up the collar and lead, before taking a large black bag out of the hut and closing the door.

“I’ll need to get that thing out of you before we start.” Selma went behind the back of the bound maid and untied the end of the crotch-rope, before she pulled it between her legs to the front so that it could be un-looped from the waist rope. Once this was done, the captive’s panties were pulled down so that the blond headed woman could extract the device that had been used to torment the helpless lady in the dining room. Several sheets of kitchen towel were pulled out of the bag which were used by Selma to roll up the vibrator so that any fluid on the device would be absorbed when it went into the bag, and Cecyme’s panties were pulled back into position.

“I don’t want that thing in the way when I start to have my fun with you. Muahahaha!” Selma said which encouraged the helpless woman to start another round of begging and pleading as her arms were grasped by her captor, who forced her to walk over to the nearest tree. The ropes that bound her arms to her chest were untied and coiled up so that they could be used again in a few minutes, and the rope that bound her elbows together was removed with the bonds that restrained her wrists.

Cecyme’s freedom was short lived as her back was forced against the bark of the apple tree, and her hands were taken around the other side where her wrists were crossed. The rope was wrapped six times around her wrists in vertical and horizontal directions before four cinches were applied between her wrists, along with a knot that was tied out of reach of her enquiring fingers.

That was about the usual length of freedom in a game like this. Help, please somebody help me! The captive tried to kick her playful kidnapper in the shins but the chain prevented her from doing any damage, while Selma went behind her prisoner whose elbows were pulled together as close as they would go, before eight loops were wound around the top of her forearms with four added cinches to pull the rope tighter. My feet will be restrained next, if I remember Selma’s routine. Here we go. The cuffs were unbuckled from the legs of the captive, and the end of a long piece of rope was wrapped several times around the right ankle before it was tied off, with the other end taken around the trunk of the tree so that it could be bound to her left ankle with a gap of a foot forced between the two ankles.

I have always felt vulnerable when the ankle rope was applied, as I cannot close my legs from now on. Another rope end was tied to her left leg just below her knee, and this was also taken around the tree so that the other end was tied to the top of the calf of the other leg. Now my lower legs are forced into a vertical position against the trunk which leaves my knees a little further apart. The rope that had gone around her waist and arms, was again looped around her waist, and it also pressed her wrists against the trunk so that she was unable to move her hands. Her chest rope was looped several times around her upper chest and the tree so that her body was immobilised as she was made to stand upright against the trunk.

Now I am at your mercy, a helpless Damsel in Distress who’s tied to a tree. As the helpless woman twisted in her ropes, she wondered what dire torment would be applied to her helpless body, but she was surprised by the next move of her captor.

“I’m going to remove the gag, but you have to remain quiet, Okay Cecyme?” Selma said as she disconnected the straps that met under the chin of the captive, with the Y-strap following next before the main straps were unbuckled at the back of her neck so that the ball could be pulled out from between her lips. The gag was dropped into the bag and even before the helpless lady could work out what was going to happen, she was surprised when her friend’s lips pressed against hers with them both kissing a second later.

You brought me all the way up to the orchard to give me a kiss in secret? You could have done this anywhere, so why go to all of this trouble. Cecyme surrendered to the experience, which was added to a moment later when the fingers of her captor ran through her hair, and this lasted for a few minutes before the lady ended the kiss and pulled back

“Oh Cecyme, I have waited so long to do this. Since the last time we played together here, it was my strongest fantasy to tie you to a tree and just kiss you.” Selma said before she kissed the helpless lady again, and the captive enjoyed the moment as her arms were caressed by gentle hands whose fingers intertwined with hers.

Why didn’t you just call me, Selma? If I had known that you wanted to do this, I would have left to come here as soon as possible, and you could have taken me up here to fulfil your dream. Although Cecyme wanted to speak to her captor about her thoughts, she knew that her current situation meant that as the slave she may only speak when allowed to. Maybe I should encourage the next kiss to show that I am okay with it. A moment later, the helpless lady shut her eyes and tilted her head a little to the left before parting her lips.

“Oh thank you, Cecyme!” There was a gentle pressure as Selma’s lips pressed against hers and they had kissed like this for a minute, when the helpless woman felt the tip of a tongue slip between her lips before it brushed against her teeth. She opened her mouth so that the tongue could explore the new area that was available to it, and she caressed it with her own tongue before they became intertwined.

Everything had dissolved into the moment for the bound maid, as everything else was driven out of her mind except for this simple act of kissing, which felt as if it would go on forever. There did come a time when it had to stop though, and the blond haired disengaged her lips from the lady before pulling back from her, while caressing her hair. “That was an incredible experience, Cecyme, and well worth waiting for. I hope that you enjoyed it as well.”

It was wonderful to be kissed by you while I am tied up like this. Cecyme nodded several times so that her captor could understand that she did enjoy the kisses, and the woman hugged the tied up lady as best she could, given that the prisoner as tied to the tree.

“This is the best day that I have had for some time, Cecyme. I think that you can understand that things have been a little rough recently, but I am happy that you are here with us now.”

Everyone has gone through a lot with Alicia’s illness and passing, and I would guess that these games were put on hold because you needed time to get back to some semblance of normality, while I got to grips with running my aunt’s estate. Now we are getting back into the rhythm, or rather you are, as this is my first time.

“Cecyme, I do have another fantasy that I would like to play out.” Selma said as she took three white cotton scarves out of her beg before rolling one up into a ball. “However, even though I could force you, I want you to give your permission for this as I will not act without your consent. First though, I need to gag you and then place a blindfold over your eyes. Open wide, please.”

You are in total control over me, yet you are seeking my consent? What are you planning? Following the instruction of her captor, Cecyme opened her mouth wide and the rolled up cloth was forced into her mouth before another scarf was taken between her teeth with the ends taken around the back of her neck where they were knotted together, leaving her cleave-gagged. The last scarf was folded into a narrow strip, and the captive closed her eyes so that the cloth could be placed against her eyelids, with the ends tied together at the back of her head. Now you can ask your question.

“Dear Cecyme, I have so wanted you to be in this situation, and I have just one question. Will you allow me to make love to you while you are bound to the tree?”

Yes, of course I will. It would make me very happy for you to make love to me right now. There was a squeal of excitement from Selma as Cecyme nodded her head...

(To Be Continued.)

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 12

Postby skybird137 » Tue Aug 12, 2014 6:19 am

Part 12

“I hope that I can make this as pleasurable as possible for you, my sweet captive.” Selma said, just before the helpless Cecyme received a delicate kiss on the lips while the fingers of her captor ran through her hair in a gentle manner, and this was followed by several more long kisses while she was caressed.

This is a delightful start, and although it I guess that you have wanted to do this to me since before you started working here as a maid, you don’t want to rush this moment that you have waited for.

There was a brief pause in the kisses as the hands of the maid moved down to the shoulders of the helpless woman so that they could be caressed, before she planted lots of sweet little kisses on the cheeks of the lady who sighed through her gag as she felt the touches on her body. Cecyme writhed as best she could with her body against the trunk, as the hands provided a soft massage of her upper arms and shoulders, while the rain of kisses continued to land on her cheeks. It wasn’t long before the target area of the kisses moved down from her cheek to the uppermost of her neck, and the maid’s fingers went back and forth at the top of her chest. Oh, that feels good, that feels very good. The kisses travelled down the left side of her neck as Selma’s fingers pushed against the point at the bottom of her breasts where the soft flesh meet her chest, and the prisoner felt the embers of her lust warm up at the top of her legs. The probing finger tips provided the helpless lady with a soft caress of her body, as the kisses that landed on her neck became more passionate with each passing second.

Oh yes, I hope that the makeup that I will be using on Monday can cover what you are doing to me right now. Cecyme sighed again as the kisses on the sides of her neck changed into erotic bites that were playful but intense in nature, with the flesh being sucked into the mouth of her abductor with some force. At the rate I’m receiving these love bites, people might think that I’ve been attacked by a horde of vampires, but the pleasure of this far exceeds any awkwardness that may be caused. Perhaps if all of them do this to me, there will just be one area of the same colour. A squeal escaped the gagged mouth of the willing damsel as Selma took hold of the front of her dress, before pulling it down so that so that her ample bosom was accessible, and the tree-bound woman moaned as the embers of desire between her legs burst into flames. As the captor ran the tips of her fingers over the mounds of her prisoner’s breasts, she sucked even harder at the helpless woman’s neck which left more evidence of her passion.

More kisses and bites were applied to Cecyme’s neck as fingers traced circles around her areola, before the tips of her erect nipples were flicked up and down by the nails of the lady who was teasing her. It wasn’t long before Cecyme became worried about her situation, when her nipples were gripped between the tips of her captor’s index fingers and thumbs, and she yelped when her sensitive flesh was pulled and twisted with some force. However, even these acts of torment by her captor resulted in adding more fuel to the sexual flame that resided in her loins, and she moaned after each cry as the gentle torture was applied to her several more times.

After the soft parts of her breasts were released, she noticed that the fingers of the lady who controlled her traced a path down her abdomen, while the kisses had moved down from her front to just above her breasts. Even though Cecyme tried to suppress any sounds that she may end up making, the captive couldn’t help but emit
a loud gasp as Selma tucked the hem of the prisoner’s dress into her waist so that her panties were on view. Another cry was issued when the teasing lady placed the fingers of her right hand between the abducted lady’s panties and her bare flesh, and Cecyme felt shockwaves go through her hips as she felt figure of eights being made on her Mound of Venus. Oh please, just a little lower and make it all mind-blowing. Although the captive was tied to the tree by her waist, she still attempted to thrust her pelvic area against the hand of her captor in the hope that she could increase the level of pleasure that she was experiencing. Why did you have to tie that particular rope around my body? When we used to play as teens it was never a problem, but now I cannot press myself against you so your touch is even more teasing.

The captive’s concern about the caressing of her Mound of lust became secondary in her mind when a row of sweet kisses were landed on the mound of her right breast, with this loving attention copied on her left bosom. This is just wonderful, but I hope you don’t tease me at the end by stopping. There were more caresses of her Mound which increased her desire, and she trembled when the tip of her mock kidnapper’s tongue pressed against the bumpy surface of the areola of each breast. I hope I can return the favour to you in the near future, Selma, but I have the feeling that all of this will only go so far and that I will have to punish you so that you can obtain your ecstasy. OMG!

Cecyme couldn’t help but emit another cry as her lips of lust experienced a second caress from the fingers of the woman who was teasing her in such an exquisite manner, and this was accompanied by the playful biting of the mounds of her breasts which served to increase the state of arousal in her Mound. I’m going to have bite marks all over the place by the time that this weekend is over, but I suppose that it’s one of the prices that a bondage maid has to pay during her captivity. Her erotic experience became even stronger as the soft flesh of her breasts were sucked into the mouth of her friend and the caress of her most intimate folds continued with the fingertips pressing a little further into her body. Keep going, I’m not that far off getting my release. Soon, she cried out as her nipples were flicked by the tongue of her captor, and her hips started to twitch in an involuntary manner when her intimate flesh was stroked at a faster rate, while her moans became almost constant when her nipples were bitten and sucked.

This went on for some time with the fire in the loins of the captive increasing, until she was almost at the point at which she would achieve the peak of pleasure, but it was at this moment when the kisses and caresses stopped, and the helpless lady screamed in frustration as she realised that there was not going to be a release from her need. Selma, you can’t leave me like this, I’m right on the edge and I need to be released from this fire within me.

“It looks as if you have a little problem, Cecyme.” Selma said with the captive squirming in her bonds as she begged and pleaded for her captor to continue with the love-making

A little? My loins feel as if they are on fire and I need you to bring my desire to fruition. Please, you can’t do this to me, I need you to help me!

“Poor helpless captive, for once you really are a damsel in distress, but I guess that it was not the kind that you were expecting, especially with the burning that you are having to go through at the moment. Maybe I should wait for you to cool down before I touch you again, as you do seem to be a little hot at the moment.”

Stop it! Get over here and finish me! As the helpless lady struggled in her bonds, she screamed out at the orgasm denial that acted as a form of torture as she stood tied to the tree.

“Oh dear, slave, you are showing the wrong kind of attitude at the moment, seeing as you are the captive and I am your mistress. If you want me to provide you with the kisses and caresses that you need, then you should behave yourself and show me the respect that I deserve.”

I should have remembered that I have no rights at the moment, and you have complete control of me. You may end up leaving me alone like this all morning in complete desperation as I need you to finish making love to me. Why do you call yourself my mistress though, as isn’t Isabella supposed to be our Mistress at the moment? Cecyme thought about her situation for a moment, and she decided that trying to make demands was not only going to fail, but it would increase the length of time before her captor started to make love to her again. Please Mistress Selma, please make love to me. I am your slave and I will do whatever you want. The helpless lady tried her best to speak through her gag in a submissive manner in the hope that her captor would be merciful and continue with the lovemaking.

“I see that you are behaving in a way that is in keeping with your present station, slave. As you have shown that you are prepared to submit to me, I will kiss you better.”

Kiss me better, what do you mean? I need you to caress me with your hands and kiss my breasts. OMG! Selma took hold of the helpless woman’s panties and the garment was pulled down as far as possible so that the damsel’s most intimate areas were exposed. After a few second’s wait, there was another cry from the lady as she felt something touch her Mound of Venus, but the woman could tell from its shape that she was not being caressed by her captor’s hand. Oh my, that’s what you meant by kissing me better. You are going to use your tongue on my body to bring me to my peak. The prisoner could do nothing but squirm in her bonds as her heart-shaped area was teased and tantalised by the slow gliding movements of her captor’s tongue as it traced little hearts over her hot flesh.

As this continued, the flame of lust in the woman’s intimacy grew stronger and she squealed whenever she was caressed by her friend, who was almost torturing her by delaying the point of release. Please, Mistress Selma don’t tease me, just take me over the edge! The cries of the woman turned into screams as the tip of her captor’s tongue moved down, and she experienced the first gentle stroke against the petals of her forbidden flower. These touches were very gentle and slow at first, but soon the speed increased as the tongue made little probing movements into the small folds between the petals, which caused the prisoner to cry out even louder as the heat inside her became even stronger.

“I can see that you are enjoying this, but the whole garden must be hearing your cries of pleasure. They must be thinking how lucky you are to be having so much fun.”

Fun? The centre of my lust feels a though it is on fire, and my flesh is so sensitive that every time you caress me, it is almost a mixture of pleasure and pain. Even delaying my satisfaction just adds to my torment. Another shrieked escaped the prisoner’s gagged mouth as the tip of her captor’s tongue dug deeper into the moist folds of her most intimate area, and her hips jerked in an involuntary manner as her body moved closer to that special moment when her body would explode with joy.

“It should not be long before I am finished with you, slave, and it seems that you are almost ready to pop by the screams that you are issuing.”

OMG, can you get any more intense down there? The captive screamed with each breath as the caresses of her flower increased further in speed and pressure, but these strokes only took the helpless woman to the edge of her need. Again Cecyme found herself denied the release that she cried out for, with Selma’s skilful strokes keeping her in a state that was like a searing pleasure.

“I am very good at teasing a lady like this, my dear Cecyme. Sometimes, I have kept my colleagues on the edge for hours, with them begging and pleading for me to bring them to the peak. If it wasn’t for the fact that you are tied to a tree, I think that you wouldn’t be able to stand at the moment.”

Hours? I will collapse in a heap by then. Please Mistress, please don’t do this to me. Cecyme shook her head from side to side, hoping that her captor would not leave her in her current state.

“Well, it does seem that I do have you on the tip of my tongue, my helpless maid in bondage, and I have complete control over your lust. However, as this is your first tongue torment, I think that you are at the end of your endurance, so it is time to give you what you lust after.” Selma said, just before she accelerated her caresses and forced her tongue as deep into the folds of her captive’s intimacy as it could go.

Oh yes, Oh YESSSSS! There was one long scream as the helpless lady felt the eruption of ecstasy start inside the most lustful part of her being, and the woman cried out as she convulsed in her bliss…

“That was incredible to watch, Cecyme.” Selma said as she cuddled the helpless maid who was just starting to rouse from her post orgiastic state of reverie. “You strained against the ropes so hard when you climaxed, that for a moment I thought that you were actually going to break free from your bonds.”

I doubt that I could have managed that, but all I felt was the orgasm that removed everything else from my mind.

“Anyway, even though it probably doesn’t matter in this place, I will sort out your modesty for a little while.” Selma said, and the bound maid gasped as her panties were pulled back up to her waist, before the hem at the front of her dress was pulled away from the rope that bound her waist to the tree, so that it could fall back into its proper position. Just a moment later, the abductor took hold of the front of the woman’s dress so that the garment could be lifted, in order that her plentiful bosom would be covered once more.

That was a most incredible experience, and even though there were times that it became a form of torture when I was placed in denial, I would love to have this happen to me again and again. It won’t be a surprise to me if I end up in this situation again during this weekend. Cecyme was distracted from her own thoughts when she was cuddled into by her captor, before a pair of lips pressed against her own with her responding as best she could. It wasn’t long before the helpless maid was so caught up in the moment, that she didn’t even hear the door to the orchard open and close…

It was the awful singing from Collette and Megumi that brought the prisoner back to reality as they chimed “Selma’s got Cecy tied to a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Although the helpless maid had been through a lot of different situations since Friday evening, this particular rhyme managed to make her cheeks go bright red as she kissed with her pretend kidnapper.

I haven’t heard them perform this tune since Selma had me tied to a tree in the orchard, and she was just about to-, she was just about to kiss me when these two turned up and they sang this song. She continued to kiss the lady who had tied her up, while the other two walked around the tree as they carried on repeating the same line.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Selma?” Collette said, and the prisoner felt the kissing stop before the cuddles ended before the other maid decided to reply.

“I enjoyed it, but I think that our new slave loved it a lot more. You should have heard her as I took her to the edge and beyond.”

“Actually, we did.” Megumi said. “Her cries were so loud that we heard her all the way from the back of the mansion. Even Mistress Isabella smiled and laughed as she heard the sound, before she went back into the kitchen.”

I couldn’t have been that loud. What if somebody else was passing by?

“You should see your face right now, Cecyme.” Selma said “Your cheeks appear to be burning, and the look on your face makes it seem that your worst secret has been discovered. Anyway ladies, that’s an unusual outfit you have on. Why aren’t you two in your maid uniforms?”

“Mistress Isabella decided that if you can play out your teen fantasy, then we can as well.” Collette said. “So if you can get changed into your costume, we will prepare our slave for a game that we have been dying to play with her since she went away for her studies.”

Game, what game are you talking about? What is going to happen to me now? Cecyme became worried as she felt the loosening of the ropes that bound her waist to the tree…

(To Be Continued)

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 13

Postby skybird137 » Sat Aug 16, 2014 11:10 am

Part 13

“Please, do not try to remove your blindfold.” Megumi said as the rope around the prisoner’s waist was untied. “This isn’t any kind of threat, as we feel that we can trust you to cooperate with us. You are to be untied and your clothes will be changed before we bind your arms and hands up in a different way.”

I understand that you aren’t going to do anything really nasty to me, so I won’t put up any sort of a fight while you rearrange me. What clothing are you going to put on me, though? No resistance was offered by the captive as her chest rope was removed, with the two ladies wasting no time in untying the ropes that bound her legs to the tree, which left just her hands and elbows bound. Her elbows were untied first which allowed her to relax her arms, before the final piece of cord that bound her wrists together on the other side of the tree was removed so that she could hang her arms by her sides.

After Cecyme was made to step away from the tree, her arms were lifted up into the air before the maid’s dress was pulled up along her body and over her hands which left her in her panties, stockings and high heels. Although the lady tried to remain quiet, she squealed as her panties were pulled down to her and her stockings were rolled down to her shoes by her two captors. “Lift your right foot up a little.” Megumi said as the other lady held onto her body to make sure that she wouldn’t lose balance, and Cecyme lifted her right foot up so that one leg of her panties along with the stocking and shoe could be removed from her foot. Before her foot was placed back on the grass, one leg of a fresh pair of panties were put on her right ankle, and her right foot was guided down before her left was raised up from the grass. Her panties, stocking and shoe was removed from her left leg before the other leg of the panties were put on, and once the left foot was back on the ground, the panties were pulled up to her waist so that her modesty was covered. Sleeves were pulled up her arms so that her body was covered and the buttoning up at her front suggested to her that this garment was a shirt of some kind, possibly cotton. After this was finished, a thigh length skirt was placed around her waist, and it was buttoned up on her left side with the roughness of the fabric suggesting that it might be made of canvas.

Cecyme’s hands were brought together in front of her and four loops of a rope that was just a little rough were wound around her wrists before three cinches were added along with a secure knot. A long rope was wound around her chest and arms, ten times above and below her breasts, and cinches were wrapped between her body and arms to hold her upper arms in place. One end of a length of rope was tied to her wrists with the cord being wound around her waist and wrists, so that her lower arms were forced against her body which meant that she wouldn’t be able to use her hands.

“Your gag is going to be changed now, so keep your mouth wide open once your current gag is removed.” Collette said.

Aren’t you going to tie me up even more? I would have thought that you would have wanted to bind my legs together at the very least. The knot that was at the back of the captive’s neck was untied and the cloth that parted her lips was pulled away, before the rolled up material that was in her mouth was taken out from between her teeth. That’s unusual, I hope that what you have just put in my mouth has been washed. What felt like a wide wooden stick was forced between her teeth, and two lengths of rough rope was taken around to the back of her neck where they were tied together, with the damsel wondering what had been used to gag her.

“Lift your right foot up, and once we have put something on it, you can put it back down so that you can lift your left foot to repeat this.” Collette said, and the captive lifted her right foot up, noticing that something was slid over her feet and calf and she put her foot down so that she could lift her left leg with what could be a boot being placed onto her left foot.

Is it all over yet? No, you’re putting something on my head now, and it must be a hat. An elasticated band was taken down to her chin which she presumed would hold the hat in place, even if she ran around while they played the new game.

“I am going to remove your blindfold, so take a few seconds to get used to the light.” Megumi said as the helpless lady felt the untying of the knot that held the last cloth strip in place, and she blinked several times after the material was pulled away from her face so that her eyes could adjust to the brightness.

All three of you are dressed as stereotypical Native American maidens, even with moccasins on your feet, and you have set me up as a cowgirl. I have the stylised high heeled boots on my feet, a denim miniskirt around my legs, and I am wearing a red and white long sleeved checked shirt. Oh, the rim of my hat is black so I must be a baddie. Although I am surprised at this, as the reality of what happened was far removed from the western shows, and this is more than a little ethically questionable.

The captive expression must have mirrored her thoughts as she stood there in her bondage, because Collette responded with a smile on her lips. “Remember Cecyme, it isn’t Cowgirls and Indians anymore, It’s Noble Natives against Genocidal Europeans. That means that it is okay to take the evil Cowgirl captive and torture her for the horrors that her kind have committed.”

“Calling you ‘Paleface’ would be a little silly, though.” Megumi said “Collette and Selma have to use sun factor 50, otherwise they will become a bright shade of lobster, and even I am very fair skinned. Back to the game now, this is like Escape From The Camp, except you have been a very bad Cowgirl who has trespassed onto our sacred burial grounds in the search for rare artifacts. You will have to count up to fifty before you start, and you will have to get to the mansion without any of us three catching you to win. We will be spread out as usual, and you should have a good chance to get past us.”

“If you win, then the spirits have smiled on you and you will be able to leave. Should we catch you, then the spirits of the sacred land require retribution for your sacrilegious misdeeds, and you will be taken back for a most horrible torture. So, if you stand against a tree, close your eyes and count up to fifty, we will get into position.”

Cecyme walked over to the tree that she been bound to until about ten minutes ago, closed her eyes as instructed and started the long countdown that would allow the other three to get ready. It’s been some time since I last played this game, and at that time the sole person was the native maiden who was trying to get away from the cowgirls. I have a feeling that the torture is going to be more sophisticated than the ones which were used when I last played. After all, we were teens then, and a lot of actions were out of bounds for obvious reasons. This time, I don’t know what will happen to me if I fail, but unless I’m good or lucky it won’t be long before I find out.

As required by the rules of the game, the bound and gagged captive took her time in counting up to fifty, and she opened her eyes to see that no one was in the orchard. It wouldn’t be any fun if I was caught straight away, as it is the suspense that can work on the mind of the captive as she attempts to escape. It took just a few seconds for Cecyme to reach the open door to the orchard, and she peeked around the corner so that there would be no surprises waiting for her. Unless they see me before I can see them, I’ll have the chance of a head start, but in these high-heeled boots, they will still have the advantage of a faster speed. Keeping to the paths will make me an easy target for being spotted or heard, but I will have to look out for anything that might make a noise underfoot when I keep to the bushes and trees.

The fleeing captive took her time as she wound her way around the bushes and her apprehension inside her rose as there was still no sign of anyone which could mean that she was being watched at this very moment. However, a minute later she noticed a movement out of the corner of her right eye which caused her to freeze on the spot and she took her time in turning her head in that direction, in the hope that she could avoid being noticed herself. It’s Selma, and she’s looking away from me, so I have been very lucky. Had she been facing this way, I may have been the one to be spotted instead and she would have been able to sneak up on me. She’s walking over to the path, so I know which way to go to avoid her. This was the hardest part for the captive, as she found herself splitting her attention between where her potential captive was and the route that she was taking through the bushes. After a few minutes had passed, she paid more attention to the route as she knew that Selma had a habit of checking the nearest path, just in case the escaping prisoner decided to take that route. You should know which way I would have gone, Selma, but it has been some time since we played this and you could have forgotten how I play this game.

Seeing as all three ladies had to keep to their own areas of the garden, Cecyme knew that she wouldn’t run into one of the others straight away, but there would come a point where keeping an eye out for another hunter would become a priority. The next one can only be Collette or Megumi, and Collette will be easier to get past as she is easily distracted. Megumi will be the real challenge and sometimes it was better just to take the risk and run for it. The area of bushes that she was heading into were a little lower than she was, which mean that she either had to bend over or crouch down so that her head was hidden. Crouching slowed her progress more, but at least it was easier to keep a look out for one of the other two ladies.

“Well, I think that our new Mistress is going to adjust well, and she is going to be one of the girls.”

That’s Collette, but who is she talking to? As the bound and gagged cowgirl peeked around one of the taller bushes, she could see that the red headed woman was talking to Paul, and she seemed to be oblivious to anything else. The men are neutral in this game, so even though there is a gap where Paul can see me, he will not let Collette know that I am here. After all, she will have started the conversation with him. Here I go.

“It’s great to be able to start these games again, and I hope that this will go on for a long time.” As Cecyme went around the bush to get to the other one, she took as shallow a breath as possible because she didn’t want to take any chances of Collette hearing her, but avoiding Paul’s gaze was going to be impossible. She knew that the man had seen her, but apart from a moment of surprise which the other lady hadn’t noticed, he behaved as if nothing was happening. It felt to the helpless lady as if it had taken forever to move across the patch of open ground, but it was only about fifteen seconds before she was out of sight of Paul with Collette not noticing her at all.

The last person is Megumi, and she will be the hardest to get past, as she always finds the best ambush spots. Perhaps the strategy here is to pick most unsafe route and use distance to give me a head start to reaching the mansion. She has captured me so many times before, when I was the bound native, and she will try to work out which path I will take.

It seemed that fortune was on the side of the lady in bondage this time, as she caught a glimpse of the would-be nemesis in the bushes, but the oriental lady was concentrating on another location. I would have gone that way, as it was the safest, and she could have just reached out and took hold of me. As it is, I have a clear path to the mansion once I take the detour around her. This is great, just for once I’m going to get past Megumi!

There was nothing in the way of the lady as she moved with care along the way to the house and once the captive had passed the closest point to the ambusher, she felt easier about the situation. You three are going to be annoyed with me when I end up at the house, because this will put an end to the fun that you will have planned for me. Every step that Cecyme made took her further away from the danger area, and she knew that there would come a point when even if she was discovered there would be enough of a head start to allow her to reach the mansion.

However, as she made these steps her concentration was on the woman who was watching and given the game that they were playing along with the clothes that they were wearing, what happened next seemed to be appropriate even if it was the most stereotypical of events…

Oh Shit! Cecyme froze in place as she heard the dry twig snap underneath her right foot, which at this moment was the exact opposite of what she should have done as Megumi responded within a moment of hearing the sound. As there were no other options left open for the damsel, she started to run towards the rear of the mansion. I should have kept my eyes on where I was going, rather than gloating over having got past Megumi. Just how many stories and proverbs cover this? It took only a few seconds for the cowgirl to run at her fastest, but this was hampered by the high heels on her boots and having her arms bound to her sides with her wrists in front of her. As the lady glanced behind her, she noticed that her chaser was just far enough behind her to make the interception impossible. I might just reach the goal before you get to me though, so I may get away with this after all.

The running damsel concentrated on the building that she was approaching, so she wasn’t aware of what was happening behind her when Megumi lifted a long coil of rope from over her shoulders…

Oh no, I was so close! A moment later, the poor damsel had to stop as she suffered from a reversal of a classic stereotype, when the loop of rope landed around her shoulders before it tightened around her waist and arms. I’m the cowgirl, and I’ve been lassoed by the Native. I’ve lost the game and now I will have to endure whatever you three have in store for me. The tug of the rope made the bound and gagged lady take a step back from her position which was only approximately five feet away from the house.

“Everyone, I’ve captured the evil sacrilegious Cowgirl! She’s just a few yards from the rear!” Megumi said as she stepped up to the side to the helpless Cecyme, who was forced onto her back on the floor before her ankles were brought together, and the pretend native used a length of rope from her waist to bind her captive’s legs together. Twelve loops of the rough hemp were looped around her ankles before four cinches tightened the cord so that it pressed against the boots, and the ends of the rope was tied together at the back of her ankles. Cecyme was rolled onto her left side, the lasso rope was taken around her ankle bonds and back up to the loop around her waist, before her feet were brought up to her bottom which left her immobilised.

“I must admit that I was very lucky today, Cecyme.” Megumi said. “If you had not stepped on the twig, you would have been successful. However, you did lose so you will have to be tortured.”

I just hope that you don’t go too hard on me...

(To Be Continued.)

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 14

Postby skybird137 » Tue Aug 19, 2014 11:46 am

Part 14

The only thing Cecyme could do in her current predicament was to look up as the men and women approached her, but she didn’t expect to hear the side door open and close with more footsteps approaching from behind.

“Oh dear, you were so close to reaching your goal, and there was a special prize waiting for you if you succeeded. However, since you failed, I will just have to give your prize to the others.” Mistress Isabella said as she stood over the helpless lady while wearing her domination outfit and the captive cowgirl felt a tingle in the most intimate part of her body as she imagined being made love to by this powerful woman.

I would just love to be held captive by you, bound in any way that you desire and to be made to respond to any touch that you apply to my helpless body. I don’t understand why you are carrying a large plate, unless there is some kind of torture device on it. That is so mean of you, I didn’t expect you to torment me in that way. This is cruel! As the Mistress bent over with the plate, the bound woman managed to smell what was on the plate before she even received a glimpse of the small piled up items. They’re your special cookies, and you are teasing me with them by holding them just out of reach. I can already feel the saliva building up in my mouth and lying down like this, I can’t do anything to stop it from leaking out.

“Poor Cecyme, my magic cookies really do have an effect on you as you are starting to drool over them. You are a little cookie demon.” The woman said as she straightened up before holding the plate out so that the six men and women who had gathered round the Mistress. “Eat them slowly and savour every mouthful, as I want the naughty cowgirl to watch your enjoyment in full.”

Cecyme could do nothing but watch as the group took their time in eating the cookies, and she struggled against her bonds in frustration as on occasion they waved one of the items right in front of her face. I think that I could deal with having my bottom spanked or much worse, rather than being tormented in this manner. Just let me have one, please.

Megumi smiled as she looked down on the helpless cowgirl who lay on the ground and wafted one of the delicious morsels in front of the captive’s face. “Evil cowgirls who get captured do not receive any reward, they are taken back to our sacred grounds for severe torment so that the spirits may be appeased.” She said before giving the helpless lady a gentle slap on the thigh. “It will be my turn to be in charge of you, once you are taken to the Trees of Terror.”

Even though the group took their time with eating the items, the last one was consumed as the Mistress walked back towards the house with the empty plate. “Now we have to prepare you for your trip back to the area of torture.” Megumi said as she untied the lasso rope that held the prisoner on the floor before removing the chest and waist ropes that held her arms and hands to her body. The captive was surprised as she was helped up into a sitting position and her wrists were untied, but this was just a temporary situation as a longer rope was looped a dozen times around her wrists with five cinches added which tightened the rough cord.

Another long rope was taken around her forearms just below the elbows and this was also wound around twelve times with five cinches added, so that her lower arms were locked in a parallel position. Her legs just below the knees were also bound together with the same amount of turns which left the cowgirl just as tied up as ever, and her hat was removed by Megumi who put it on her own head. Cecyme began to get worried again when the oriental lady bunched up her hair at the top of her head in a kind of ponytail, before tying one end of a length of cord around it. I thought that my torture was going to start once I was taken back to the orchard, not right now. Anyway, how am I supposed to get there, by hopping? It’s going to take forever to get there with my legs tied together, and we’ve always forced the captive to walk so perhaps they are just going to make me hop up there which will be my punishment.

However, the helpless cowgirl discovered that her understanding of the situation was far from correct, as she was made to lie in a supine position on the ground with her hands and feet being lifted into the air by Collette and Selma. What are you going to do to me now? No!

“We don’t make the captive walk back anymore, as there is a far more interesting way of transporting the prisoner.” Megumi said as she walked to the wall and picked up an item before returning to the group with the helpless lady letting out a yelp as she recognised the object.

It’s a long wooden pole! Surly you can’t be planning to use that on me in some way. Oh no, you are!

“This pole is strong and flexible enough to hold you up.” The oriental lady said as she threaded one end between the lower legs of the captive with it being pulled through inch by inch until it was up to her forearms, where it was taken between her limbs just after her wrist bonds so that equal amounts stuck out from her wrists and ankles.

You can’t be planning to carry me on the pole all the way to the orchard. What if I fall or one of you loses your grip? Cecyme started to struggle with fear as the reality of her situation dawned on her, and it became worse as Megumi picked up two leather pads from the wall which were handed to the two other women, who put them over their right shoulders.

“Oh don’t panic, you bad cowgirl, do you think that this is the first time that we have done this? Okay girls, it’s time to lift the prisoner up.” Megumi said, so the two other ladies crouched down with Selma at the front and Collette behind the helpless lady, before placing the pole on their shoulder pads and standing up which resulted in the captive hanging from the pole by her wrists and ankles.

You have gone and done it, I’m suspended from the pole like some animal that has been captured, before it is carried back to the village to be carved up for leather and food. Ouch, what are you doing with my hair?

“I think that you will have to be made extra secure for the trip, so I am taking precautions.” The present leader said as she took the other end of the rope that was tied to the captive’s hair, looping it twice around the pole before pulling it so the head of the prisoner was forced up, and tying the end off. “Let us go to the ancient ground where we can torture this monstrous intruder.” The trio set off with the taking a slow pace, but even this was enough to cause a slight swinging of the bound cowgirl whose hair was pulled at every slight movement.

I can’t even let my head rest in any way, as my face is almost forced into my arms and this swaying is like a torment of its own. If I relax my head for a moment, it will only serve to amplify the discomfort that I am currently suffering.

“You should consider yourself lucky, as we sometimes carry our worst offenders with their arms and legs behind them, and you should hear them scream when this happens. If you give us any trouble while we are transporting you, then this is the way that you will travel on the rest of the journey.”

That is quite a threat, but I doubt that you would enjoy making me suffer to that extent. After seeing how Selma reacted last night though, I wonder what will happen to me if you try something similar. It was going to take some time to reach the orchard which was going to double as the so-called ancestral grounds, and the two ladies carrying the prisoner were not moving at a fast pace so Megumi called for a halt after five minutes.

“I don’t want my friends to end up dropping you on the way to your torment, as we would not know if your cries come from your injury or from our actions.” She said as the other two lowered the prisoner to the ground. “Be assured that this is only a short delay to your well deserved punishment for disturbing our spirits.” After a rest of five minutes, the victim was lifted up into the air again and the group of four made their way along the path, until they were almost at the door to the orchard which Megumi opened. “We will just rest her for another few minutes, and then it will be the last small walk over to where we will start your torment.”

The time seemed to slip by in a moment, and the suspended lady was hoisted up onto the shoulder of her carriers for a second time before they set off through the orchard towards the far end. I wonder if there are a few things that they, or rather we don’t want any casual visitors seeing. It would be understandable, as having rumours about what goes on here could cause a few problems.

As they moved closer to the other end of the orchard, the helpless lady noticed two poles that appeared to be driven into the ground so that the tops were just below shoulder level. “There are grooves in the top of these poles which match the pole you are being carried on, so there is no chance of you slipping off.” The bound damsel was carried so that she was between the poles, and the two ladies that had lifted her all of this distance positioned themselves so that the pole was above the grooves before lowering it down. Once the captive was in position, the oriental lady approached the helpless woman and untied the end of the hair rope that was knotted to the pole, before releasing the other end that was connected to the captive’s hair so that she would be able to move her head.

“Before you get too comfortable, prisoner” Megumi said “You should take a good look at what is underneath you.” As the suspended woman turned her head and looked down, she so was shocked when she saw what was below her that she ended up emitting a shriek of fear.

It’s a fire pit! You’ve got me hanging by my wrists and ankles over a fire pit! You can’t be planning on burning me alive, please don’t! As the prisoner looked down, she saw the rectangular pit which was lined on the sides and the bottom with stones, and there was still ash from a previous fire which covered some of the bottom stones. Cecyme let her imagination run away with her as she thought of what would happen to her while she was suspended from the pole, and she started to struggle in her panic.

Seeing that her captive had reacted badly to her new predicament, Megumi bent over by the helpless lady before speaking in a low voice. “Time out, Cecilia Medina.” This was enough to stop the helpless woman from struggling to an extent in which she could end up hurting herself, but her eyes were still wide open as she looked at her captor in fear. “Cecilia, Mistress, we have no intention of truly hurting you, and we did not intend to cause you genuine fear.” There was a short pause while Megumi caressed the hair of the woman. “However, this game and the surprise has been far too effective in getting into your mind, so perhaps we should give you a rest and cancel the torment part of this game. After five minutes have gone by, we will untie you and take you back to the mansion for a rest. We have been doing this for years, and you have fitted in so well that we have forgotten that you are very new at the more sophisticated games.”

Megumi went down to sit with the other two ladies, and she explained to them what was said and how it would be best to take Cecyme back to the mansion for a good break. While this was happening, the captive was thinking about what had just happened and how she should have known better than to think that they would even consider doing something so horrific. They must have played this game with my aunt many times and nothing ever happened to her, so why would they do something bad to me. I have let everyone down by panicking like this and I should have known better. They are going to go very easy on me now as a result of this, and they could even cancel the rest of the weekend. All of them loved Alicia, and I think that it was because she was quite willing to let them control her, which created a special bond. I can’t let them down, Alicia choose me to be the Mistress of this house because she believed in me, and I won’t let them down. I am going through this as far as I can, and try to endure everything that they will do to me over this weekend.

It seemed as though the rest was going on forever, but Megumi got up with the other two following her and she started to reach for the knots of the ropes that held the stick in the prisoner’s mouth. I mustn’t let this come to an end, as it will disappoint all of you. NO! The oriental lady appeared to be surprised by the shout that Cecyme made, and the captive shook her head as much as she could in the hope that the others would understand.

After a few seconds, Megumi approached the helpless lady and spoke in a low voice as she bent over. “I want to be certain about this, Cecilia, do you want us to continue to play, even though we ended up frightening you?”

You understand me, I don’t want to let any of you down just because I panicked for a moment. You are more than my maids, you are my friends, and I will play with you. There was a single slow nod from the captive.

“I just want to check again with you, as that fire will be used later, and you will be above it later, but it will not hurt you, just test you. Are you still sure?” Another nod from the bound Cecyme brought a warm smile to the face of the oriental lady. “I can see now that Mistress Alicia was correct about selecting you as her successor, and that you are going to fit in with all of us. Thank you for wanting to carry on with the game.” The lady turned around to face her friends and said “Cecyme wishes to carry on with the game, even though we ended up scaring her too much this morning, and she is even willing to trust us with the fire later on.”

“Are we going to torment her then?” Collette said.

“Yes, we can start with the first round of the punishment for the evil cowgirl.” Megumi said as she went behind the helpless cowgirl. “Collette, you can go to her left, and Selma can go to the right of our bad intruder.”

You must have something planned for me, but I have no idea what it is although I will find out in a few seconds. Cecyme was a little nervous as the two ladies took their positions on either side of her, she struggled a little in her bonds even though the woman knew that she was safe from harm.

“Now!” Megumi said.

Here we- nonononono, stopstopstopstopstop! Screams of laughter escaped the gagged lady’s mouth as Megumi ran her fingernails up and down the back of Cecyme’s knees in a slow movement while the other two woman applied their fingers to her sides. Once thirty seconds had gone by, the leader signalled for her friends to stop so that that captive could have a little rest.

“We have to remember that it is a while since she has had to exert herself, but the next one will be a minute long. Go!” There were more cries from the captive as the torment intensified and this round went on for twice as long as before with her gasping for breath once the sixty seconds were up. “Let’s give her half a minute before we start again, and this time I will decide when we shall end.”

Just how long are you going to take it for this ti-pleasepleaseplease! Cecyme shrieked this time as her captors’ tickling was faster and stronger than before, and soon she found that the experience was so intense that she found herself unable to breathe in, which left her struggling in silence from her torment. Helphelphelphelphelphelp!

“Let us stop for a minute, ladies so that the evil cowgirl can get her breath back. It will be no fun if she falls unconscious on us.” The three women stopped for a minute so that the captive was able to take deep breaths again, but the punishment continued in the same way for the next fifteen minutes with the helpless lady getting a break when she was unable to breathe.

“We will give the cowgirl five minutes to compose herself before we go onto the next punishment.” Megumi said, and the three women sat down in a huddle with them talking in a volume that left Cecyme unable to understand what they were saying.

They must be discussing what to do to me for the next round...

(To Be Continued...)

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 15

Postby skybird137 » Tue Aug 26, 2014 8:52 am

Part 15

The discussion didn’t last long, and the three pretend natives gathered around the suspended captive with Megumi in the front. “The spirits have decided the next stage of your punishment, and you will hang from - The Tree of Terror!”

“Excuse me, Megumi.” Selma said in a low voice “You are slipping into Spanish Inquisition mode. Soon you’ll be saying that our best weapons are fear and surprise.”

“I am sorry, Selma. I just thought it would sound good for our captive, but perhaps I should leave that for the actual role-play.” Megumi said “However, getting back to the present, let’s take the evil cowgirl to under the tree.”

Collette and Selma positioned themselves at the ends of the pole that Cecyme was suspended from so that they could support the prisoner and the bound woman was lifted up into the air. It looks as if I am to be carried to my new destination by my vengeful captors. I must remember to trust everyone, even though it may get scary as they won’t put me at genuine risk. This trip wasn’t long compared to the one that took her to the orchard, and it was around a minute before she was lowered to the ground under the largest tree in the orchard. I remember this particular tree, there were times when we used to swing on a tyre that hung on a rope from the largest branch. There is a fresh rope that has been thrown over the branch, so I guess that I am the one who is to be swinging this time.

“Okay ladies, I will set up our cruel captive for the next part, so you two can go elsewhere and relax until I call for you.” The oriental lady said as she pulled and twisted on the pole end at the prisoner’s ankle, and within a minute it was extricated from the limbs of the pretend cowgirl. Cecyme was rolled onto her left side under the branch while her captor went to the base of the trunk and exchanged the pole for a large hemp sack before returning to the helpless prisoner. A coil of jute rope was selected from the bag before Cecyme’s arms and legs were placed together at the elbows and knees, with one end of the cord tied to the below the knee bonds of the lady. This rope was looped around the elbow and knee ropes ten times, plus four cinches wound between her arms and legs, with the other end knotted off at her elbows. The end of a second rope was secured to her ankles, and it was wrapped around her wrist and ankle bonds about a dozen times with six cinches added to tighten the rope.

I wouldn’t be able to move like this anyway, as my body is locked into an immobilised position in this bondage, and I can only move my head around. Keeping me lying on the floor is not your intention though. Here you come with the branch rope. Megumi tied one end of the branch rope to the cord that bound the prisoner’s wrists and ankles together before threading the other end of the rope underneath the connecting bonds. Now I can see what you are planning. I am going to be lifted up by my wrists and ankles, so the strain shouldn’t be too harsh.

Megumi’s first pull on the end of the rope lifted the hands and feet a little off the grass, and each successive tug lifted her limbs a few inches higher each time. Soon, her arms and legs were at a forty five degree angle to the ground as she hung from the rope, and her body started to move to a point which would be under the branch. After some more work by Megumi, Cecyme found herself on her back under the branch with her limbs above her, and the next pull on the rope was enough to separate her from the ground so that she was hanging free. You are stronger than you look, in fact all of you must keep fit. Alicia did have a workout room on the top floor which is past the bedrooms and it has been in regular use. I think that I should use it as well, so that I can be stronger.

Megumi appeared to be straining a little as the captive was hoisted up, but the oriental lady did not weaken as Cecyme ended up with her body at the chest level of her captor who knotted the other end off, making sure that the rope was secure. “There we are, Cecyme.” Megumi said as she walked around to the head of her prisoner. “It will get a bit scary, but just treat it as a kind of fairground ride.”

“Fellow natives! The evil cowgirl is prepared for her next stage of punishment.” Megumi said and the other two captors appeared after about half a minute had gone by. “As you can see, she is powerless against us and she cannot even struggle in her position.”

With my legs and arms bound together like this, I am unable to do anything but hang here.

“Collette, would you like to do the honours and start our captive swinging.” Megumi said, and there was a squeal from the helpless woman as the red headed lady pushed against her bottom which caused the prisoner to start swinging backward and forward. Each extra push by the woman provided extra momentum so that the helpless lady moved further away from the centre of her swing, and the captive did become a little fearful of the situation.

It’s one thing to be swinging when I am the right way up, but hanging in an upside down position along with being bound and gagged shows me just how helpless I am right now.

“I think that our prisoner is swinging hard enough right now, so we should line up beside the helpless human pendulum.” Megumi said, as she stepped into position to the left of the helpless lady who was swinging quite well by now. Collette stopped up behind her with Selma at the rear, and the hanging Cecyme became more than a little worried when each of the ladies removed their right moccasin which was held in their right hands.

I have a feeling that this punishment involves more than just swinging, and this part is going to hurt if my guess is correct. As the defenceless cowgirl swung away from her captives, she turned her head so that she would be able to keep her eyes on the trio, and she watched as Megumi raised her arm with the moccasin in her hand. OUCH! As the bound lady descended towards the centre, the leader of the captors brought her arm down with gusto and the moccasin whipped across the backside of the dangling lady as she was moving at her fastest. That’s why you are standing there, as each spank will be at it’s- OUCH! It was Collette’s turn to smack the bottom of the helpless woman, as Megumi moved over to the rear of the queue, and the victim wondered how long this punishment was going to continue for. You have planned- OUCH! Selma provided the next strike against the posterior of the lady who was acting as a pendulum, which left Megumi at the front and ready to beat the helpless woman.

OW! Wait, that’s my upper thigh this time, you must be alternating which areas you’re are going to hit. Even if you do this in turn, my bottom and thighs are going to be very red when this ends. When the oriental lady spanked her captive, she always changed from bottom to thigh and back again, with the other two following her example, and this went on for some time with the bound woman slowing down just a little after each impact. As the punishment continued, there came a point when the swinging had diminished to a rate at which the captive didn’t deviate far from the vertical, and she was spanked for one last time by the three captors.

“The cowgirl has survived this torment, so I will prepare her for the next punishment. I shall call for you when I need you” Megumi said and the two other women walked through the orchard as the woman brought the prisoner to a halt, before she started to untie the knot that held the helpless lady up in the air. As the captive was lowered back down to the floor, she discovered that the fear and exhilaration had combined with the spanking and adrenaline to start up that special fire between her legs.

I can’t believe that you have managed to make me aroused by all of this so far. I wonder how good you are at using scenarios to play on the mind of the captive. What are you doing now? The leader took out what appeared to be two sharpened stakes with notches on the edges and a mallet out of the sack, and she hammered one into the ground right below the branch before knocking the other one in about six feet away.

“I have plans for you, and you will soon be wishing that you had never trespassed onto our sacred lands.” Megumi said, untying the two ropes that bound the captive’s arms to her legs along with the rope that hung from the branch, before pulling the prisoner on her back by her arms so that they were near the second stake with her feet pointing to the stake under the branch. “I am going to do to you, what so many of your people have done to ours.” The two spare ropes were picked up by the lady playing the native with the end of one cord being tied to the captive’s wrists and the other end knotted off at the stake above her head, leaving several feet trailing. One end of the second cord was bound to the ankles of the helpless woman with the other end tied to the second stake, and there was some extra length left on this cord as well.

I’m all stretched out on the ground with my arms and legs tied to stakes, just like a helpless prisoner in an old stereotypical western movie. I doubt if my torture will be standard though.

The oriental lady knelt astride the hips of the prisoner and a malevolent smile hovered on her lips as she spoke to the helpless lady. “How does it feel to be in the same position that so many of our native maidens have suffered?”

Well, I feel very helpless and at your mercy, but I’m also more than a little aroused with you on top of my body. I’m guessing that you have plans to disrobe me next, though. Although Cecyme was enjoying her bondage, she decided that it would be best if she put on a mock struggle while pretending that she was afraid.

“I see that you understand just how defenceless you are now, and that there will be no rescue for you.” Megumi said and she gave a quick wink to let Cecyme know that she understood that the prisoner was playing along, before placing her hands at the bottom of the shirt. “All of your soldiers liked to strip our maidens of all of their clothes, so that they had to suffer the shame of being naked.”

No, no, no, please no! Cecyme put on a fine show of begging and pleading with the captive shaking her head as the buttons of her checked shirt were undone, starting with the lowest and ending with the top so that a thin sliver of flesh was showing. As the bound woman looked into the face of her captor, it was plain that the oriental lady was already flushed as she pushed aside the sides of the shirt so that the breasts of the captive could be exposed. From what I can guess, Collette has a thing about being tickled, which is why you tickled her before I made love to her, and Selma needs to be punished or have something turned into a punishment because of her past. However, you want something different in your situation, and Selma mentioned role-playing, so you may want to be someone other than yourself in these games. I should play my part to the hilt then, so that you can enjoy it more.

“You seem to be very unhappy with your body being exposed, but this is nothing compared to how you will be soon.” The lady said as she pushed the shirt up to the bound elbows of the helpless lady, who was begging and pleading while she struggled at her utmost as she shook her head. “That skirt of yours needs to be removed next.” She moved down to the lower legs of the prisoner and took her time in unbuttoning the side of the skirt, so that it could be pulled away from the hips of the captive who was still twisting and turning in her ropes.

Cecyme even managed to produce a fake scream that sounded very effective, as the waistline of her panties were gripped at the hips by the woman who was stripping her of her clothes. “Now your most intimate location will be exposed to the sky and you will realise that all of your struggles will have been in vain.” Megumi said, and the woman almost seemed to be panting as she pulled the panties down at a very slow rate which uncovered the Mound of Venus of the bound lady, before the garment was taken down to the knees.

You really are getting into this, and your behaviour is suggesting that you may end up exploding with pleasure before I do. Are you going to leave me like this, or am I going to find myself with the clothes removed completely?

“These clothes are too useful to just cut away from you, so I will remove them and show you that you can do nothing to stop it.” The rope around the elbows of the helpless lady were untied, along with the one around her knees, and the shirt was moved up to her wrists while the panties were taken down to her ankles. Her knees were placed together again, and the cord was rebound in the same way, while her head was lifted up with her elbows put together and tied together like before.

My head is on top of my arms now and this is a little more comfortable than before, but the movements of my arms are very restricted. I’ll still be able to move around once you untie my wrists from the stakes, though.

“I will need to keep you immobilised while I remove your clothing from your body.” Megumi said, and she picked up the other end of the rope that was attached to the stake above Cecyme’s head and tied it to the elbow rope of the prisoner, before the remaining stake rope below her feet was bound to her knees.

I’m still going to be tied down to the ground, even when my wrists and ankles are freed. This is a very clever move by you, and I have the feeling that you have done this before. Once the captor had moved to the hands of the helpless lady, her wrists were untied before the shirt was removed and folded up so that it could be placed down by the trunk of the tree. Next, the hands of the helpless lady were brought palm to palm, and her wrists were bound together with her bonds tied to the rope from the stake so that her arms were again held down. After this was finished, her ankles were untied by the captor before her panties were pulled away from her legs, and the prisoner’s boots were slipped off her feet. Cecyme’s feet were put side by side, and her ankles were bound together in a secure manner by the lady that kept her prisoner, and her feet were tied to the stake so that she was just as helpless as before, with the rest of the items put by the shirt.

“Now you are naked and completely at my mercy, you evil cowgirl.” Megumi said as she stood astride the helpless woman who struggled against her bonds, with the captive showing just how helpless she was in this situation. “Do you know what happened to our poor Native Maidens after your men had done this to them?”

Cecyme squealed as she continued in her fake struggle, a struggle that she discovered was starting to make her feel more aroused than before, with her shaking her head. I know full well what would have happened after this, but I think that playing the unknowing captive would be better.

“I think that I will tell you then, seeing as you appear to be so innocent about it.” Megumi said as she changed into a kneeling position so that her legs were on either side of the bound woman’s chest, with her right hand stroking Cecyme’s hair in a manner that seemed to be just a little menacing. “Your men violated the poor helpless women that they had staked out, so your body is mine to do with as I please.”

As the caressing of the captive’s hair continued the bound lady emitted several screams, but to her surprise she realised that her pretending was increasing the flame of lust between her legs.

Oh my, it appears that I am just as much into playing this game as you are!

(To Be Continued.)

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 16

Postby skybird137 » Fri Aug 29, 2014 6:07 am

Part 16

“I can touch you anywhere that I want to, but it would be more torturous for you if I prolong your punishment by avoiding your more forbidden areas.” Megumi said as she leaned forward so that she her fingers could reach the bound wrists of the helpless Cecyme, before moving her hands up and down the arms of the nude woman in a gentle massage.

This must be your way of telling me that you are going to take your time in teasing me with your sweet caresses, and that I am going to be like this for a little while yet. As the captive experienced the smoothing from her leader, she did her best to remain still and quiet, but she was unable to prevent a few moans as her legs moved up and down a little. It might be a good idea if I cover up my increasing arousal with me shaking my head along with some pleading sounds.

“I see that my torture is already having an effect on you.” The raven haired beauty said as she continued her massage of the bound woman underneath her, and she removed the stolen hat before stealing a kiss from the gagged mouth of her prisoner, who shook her head in a mock protest at this treatment. “I think that your current gag needs to be changed, but if you make any noise or call for help, I will wrap that rope around your neck.” Megumi untied and removed the thin cloth sash from around her waist, before untying the ropes that held the stick gag between the teeth of the helpless lady.

Having the cloth used as a cleave gag will be more pleasant than this hard stick that I have had to endure for a while, and I think that you want to spend more time kissing me. Cecyme lifted her head up before she opened her mouth wide, the stick was pulled away from between her lips and it was placed to the right of the helpless lady. A moment later the cloth was placed between her teeth as the strip was wrapped around her head three times, with the ends pulled tight before they were taken around to the back of her neck where they were knotted together. It is pulling against the edges of my mouth, but it is more comfortable than the previous gag.

“That is better, now I will find it easier to press myself against you.” Megumi said as she placed her face just above that of the helpless lady, and the captive pretended to be angry as her lips felt the pressure from the mouth of the woman who kept her helpless, even though she was enjoying what was happening to her. As the forced kiss continued, the nude prisoner emitted soft moans into the mouth of her captor when she felt the soft touch on her arms as her captor continued with the caressing.

I wonder how long you are going to do this to me, as you may want to move to another phase of my fake punishment before long. I am not in any hurry, though. Cecyme only made the occasional protest as the kissing continued, but there came a moment when her supposed tormentor pulled her head back with the helpless woman wishing that it hadn’t stopped.

“I will molest your legs now, and show you that you are truly helpless.” It seemed to take just a few seconds for the woman to stand up, turn around and then kneel astride the captive at her hips so that it would be easy to touch her legs. “I think that I will play with you like this for a few minutes.” There was another sigh from the helpless woman as her captor’s hands rubbed up and down her legs, but it was only partially due to the caress, as there was also a changing pressure at the top of her legs which added more fuel to her flame of desire.

The movement of your own body on top of mine is making me even more lustful at the moment. You really do know what you are doing. As the caress of the bound nude’s legs continued, she started to try and thrust her hips up so that she could press her Mound against the bottom of her captor.

“You have no chance of escaping from the bonds that I have placed you in, so there is no point in you making your feeble attempts at freeing yourself.” The woman said as she turned around again, before kneeling with the captive’s abdomen between her legs. “I am going to have a lot of fun with you.” Megumi didn’t start to use her hands on the prisoner beneath her, but instead she was caressing her own body with her right hand slipping under the hem of her dress.

It seems that you are becoming as much aroused by this game as I am, and you have lost track of what is going on. Maybe a reminder of what is going on might get you to concentrate. While Megumi was lost in her own eroticism, the bound woman shrieked through her cloth gag at the top of her voice as she forced her hips up as fast as hard as she could, and this seemed to have the desired effect with the lady taking notice.

“There- You can fight against me as much as you can, but you are still going to be violated in the end.” She said, but the oriental lady seemed to have an expression of embarrassment on her face as she spoke, which made it seem is if she had been caught doing something naughty. “I will continue with your punishment, you evil cowgirl.”

Even though the bound lady made her fake protests against what was happening, she experienced pleasure as she was kissed on her neck by her captor, who took her hands down to the abdomen of the staked out woman, and she was unable to suppress a cry as fingers probed the area between her body and the mounds of her breasts. Oh, that feels so good, don’t stop. Soon, the tips of her captor’s fingers were gliding over the sensitive flesh of her bosom and she moaned as gentle, playful bites tugged at the skin of her neck which caused erotic shivers to go through her body.

“See how defenceless you are against my touch.” Megumi said as the helpless woman moaned and writhed beneath her, and the captive noticed how much this was affecting both of them. Cecyme realised just how erect her nipples had become when they were gripped between the tips of the lady’s thumbs and forefingers, and she attempted to arch her body as the very soft skin was rubbed and twisted. “Yes, I control those parts of your body, and I wonder how easy it would be to torture you right now.”

OUCH! The helpless pretend cowgirl screamed through her gag as her tiny mountains were subjected to a grip that radiated pain through her breasts for a moment, but once it was relaxed the fire between her legs had grown in strength. There was another cry as the peak of her breasts were gripped and twisted, but the pain was minor compared to the pleasure that she was receiving. This teasing of the nude lady coincided with her captor sucking in the flesh at her neck and biting on it so that the bound woman was starting to become lost in the moment.

Soon, the kisses were no longer at the neck of the helpless lady, but they migrated down to the point between the mounds of her bosom, while the hands traced a path along her abdomen to just above the Mound where her flame of lust resided. A shriek escaped from the mouth of the naked prisoner as a figure of eight pattern was drawn on her Mound of Venus by her captor, and the first sweet kisses landed on the soft flesh of her breasts. I need this so badly now, please don’t stop. Any pretence at being tortured had disappearance as the captive moaned and cried at the caress of her intimate flesh which caused her hips to jerk and twitch, and her breasts were sucked and bitten by the lady who controlled her erotic state.

“You really are mine to do with as I please, and you want me to do it.” Megumi said before placing her lips around the left nipple of her prisoner, and teasing her with a gentle bite to her flesh. Soon, there was an even louder cry from the helpless Cecyme as a hand slipped between the tops of her legs and provided the first caress to the petals of her flower of lust. The biting and sucking of her breasts intensified as did the caress of her most sexual of locations, but the bound woman noticed that her captor was moaning and writhing, even as the oriental lady sucked and bit at the nipples of the woman.

You must be using you other hand to caress your own tunnel of love, while you are making love to me. At this rate, we are both going to scream out and everyone will know what has happened. The cries from both ladies increased in volume and frequency as Megumi caressed herself along with the helpless Cecyme, who felt her captor thrust against her. This is amazing, you want both of us to reach the peak of pleasure at the same time. As this continued, the helpless woman became oblivious to anything else except the intensifying touch on the folds between her legs and the movement of her captor.

Oh yes, Oh Yes, OHHHHHH-! There was a long scream from both women as Cecyme was engulfed in the ecstasy of orgasm while she convulsed in her bonds, and the only other thing that she was aware of was the woman who was lying on top of her in the same state...

“Well, I hope that you enjoyed it, Cecyme.” Megumi said in a quiet voice as she cuddled the prisoner while planting soft little kisses on her cheeks with the helpless woman bathing in the afterglow of her passionate release. “We have the fire torture for you to go through next, but I’m sure that you will be able to trust us now. Fellow natives! Approach and prepare our evil cowgirl for her final torture!” As the other two walked over to where the helpless lady was lying staked out on the ground, Megumi untied the ropes that connected the prisoner to the stakes before rolling her over so that she was face down. The ropes the bound her wrists and elbows together were removed by the leader, but Selma and Collette took hold of her arms so that they could be forced behind her back with her palms placed against each other.

This is unusual, are you going to use some kind of hogtie on me? One of the ropes was wound ten times around her wrists with four cinches, so that the cord would be tightened before the ends were knotted together at the top of the rope. Her arms were brought close before the second rope was wrapped ten times around her upper arms, just above her elbows and the five cinches forced her arms together so much that her elbows touched. That is really strict. The legs of the helpless lady were bent at the knees so that her heels pressed into her bottom, with another rope wound around her wrist and ankle bonds, and the ends tied off so that she was left in a strict hogtie.

I’m just a stuck as I was before, which isn’t much of a surprise, given the way that my weekend is going. Is that a new pole? Selma had walked around to the other side of the tree and returned with a pole that had been about the same length as the previous one, but it was an inch thicker. Collette pulled on the hogtie rope which caused the captive to squeal as her arms and legs were pulled up, and Megumi worked with Selma to thread the end of the pole between the thighs of the captive. The end was taken up over the bottom and back of the bound prisoner, before it was threaded out between her upper arms and pulled until Cecyme was in the middle.

If you try and lift me like this, my arms and legs could end up dislocated. Three more pieces of rope were picked up by Megumi from the bag, and the first was wrapped around the waist and lower arms of the captive fourteen times, before it was tightened and tied off. The second rope was wound around Cecyme’s upper arms and chest, with ten loops above and ten below her breasts with it secured before the final cord was wrapped twelve times around her ankles and thighs, which locked her legs together.

While Megumi had secured the last ropes to the helpless lady, the two other women had retrieved the pads that were to go on their shoulders, and they stood at the ends of the pole.OMG! They took hold of the ends and lifted the pole up, with the captive hanging by a form of suspended hogtie, and they put the pole onto the pads so that this wouldn’t be painful for them. I’m locked to the pole! I doubt that you would be able to turn it, as I can feel it pressing against me. Cecyme yelped as the ladies moved forward, and she could do nothing else but look at the ground, as she was carried away from the tree and back to the pit for her punishment.

“Prepare for your final torture, and face the ordeal by fire!” Megumi said in a tone that edged on melodrama, and the women who were carrying the prisoner turned around so that they would be able to put her on the poles with the notches on top.

The helpless lady tried her best to keep calm and trust her captors, but she couldn’t suppress a shriek as she was placed on the poles that were on either side of the pit that was now on fire. You’ve got lit charcoal in it already, and I am already hot! Just how much hotter is it going to get? Cecyme squirmed in her bonds for a few seconds because of instinct, but she knew that this was unwise as freeing herself from the ropes would just cause her to fall into the fire.

This is so intense that I am already starting to sweat from the heat. As the helpless woman watched, the first bead of sweat dropped from her skin and fell to the charcoal where it made a sizzling sound as it turned into steam. Another fell, and then another, with them making a noise that was just a little different each time, as the bound lady somehow managed to keep her composure as she hung above the fire for some time. I am either going to be cooked for real, or this has got to be the world’s kinkiest sauna ever. I don’t know how long I will be able to tolerate this for, though.

“The evil cowgirl has survived her punishment! The spirits have accepted her repentance so we must return her to her people!” Megumi said as she removed a cloth sash from Selma’s waist. “Lift her up and prepare to transport her.” It took just a few seconds for the assistants to get into position so that they could lift the nude and very sweaty captive up from her position over the fire, and they moved sideways so that she was no longer under the heat. “She must return blindfolded, however, as that is our custom.” The cloth sash was wound around Cecyme’s head so that it covered her eyes, before the ends were brought together at the back of her head where they were secured.

I won’t even be able to see where I am going, but they must have a reason for doing this. Travelling like this was a little scary for the captive at first, but she soon learned to put complete trust in the people who were carrying her. After being held over the fire, it seems that I can trust you with my life. There were several stops so that the two impromptu porters could take a rest, but at one point Cecyme realised that she had been laid down onto a sheet of cloth, rather than grass.

This is different. The pole was extricated from her body and she felt the edges of the cloth move up on either side of her just before she was lifted up into the air on it, with the sound of a door opening just a few seconds later. We must be at the mansion again, but you must be carrying me by some other means.

“We are using what has been nicknamed the Hogtie Stretcher, and it can be very useful for moving a captive around indoors as it is so short.” As the lady was carried further, there was the sound of the elevator opening and a few moments later she was transported up to another floor before she was conveyed a short distance more and put down. The stretcher was removed from under her body, and the feeling of sheets against her front, let her understand that she was on a bed, but she didn’t know which bedroom she had been left in. There was the sound of the three ladies leaving the room before the door was closed, and the bound captive knew that she was alone in her bondage.

I will have to wait awhile for something else to happen.

Cecyme didn’t have any comprehension about how much time had passed by, but there was the sound of the door opening and someone entering the room before it was closed again. She felt hands at the back of her head which untied the cloth that prevented her from seeing, and once it was removed she opened her eyes to see Isabella standing by the right side of the bed with a wide smile on her face.

That isn’t a teasing or malevolent smile, it’s as if you are proud of me for some reason, like I had passed an exam.

“Well done, Mistress Cecilia Medina.” She said as she sat down on the bed before caressing Cecyme’s hair. “I think that you deserve an explanation about how you have ended up in naked bondage on my bed.”

(To Be Continued.)

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 17

Postby skybird137 » Thu Sep 04, 2014 3:55 pm

Part 17

“Before I start though, I need to prepare you to be cleaned as you don’t want to lie there all sweaty.” The matron said as she rolled the helpless Cecyme onto her left side so that she was in the middle of the large bed, and a large thick towel was put over the right side of the bed before the hogtied captive was pulled onto the soft material.

I do need to have the dirt and sweat removed, and there is no way of me doing it so I’m glad that you can help me. As the helpless woman looked up, she noticed a blue flannel by a large bowl of the same colour, and she looked on as Isabella picked up the flannel which was dipped into the bowl before it was wrung out.

“Now it is time to clean that pretty face of yours, Cecyme.” The woman said as she sat on the side on the bed, before dabbing the cloth against the face of the prisoner as a prelude to cleaning her. “I’ll start to tell you the story while I am wiping you clean as you must be curious as to how it all came about.”

I would like to know how I ended up like this, and what has happened to lead up to it. Cecyme nodded her head as she writhed a little in her bonds, so that she could get more comfortable on the bed while the story was told to her.

“Both Alicia and I went to the same schools where we were good friends, and we used to play tie up games when we were younger, but she went onto university, while I had to go to work. While I was working for one particular firm, the management were defrauding the company and when it was found out, they attempted to frame me. Even though I was proved to be innocent, enough of the mud had stuck to prevent me from working in business ever again. This meant that I ended up having to take any job I could get, but I kept my shame a secret from anyone else.”

“Alicia had discovered what had happened to me though, and she finally tracked me down when I was working behind a bar. She was very unhappy about how I had been treated, and she offered me a position in her business. This was a very kind offer, but I felt that it wouldn’t be beneficial for her company to hire me, as there would be allegations which other companies could misuse.”

“I said to her that she can give me a job that could keep me out of the way, provides me with a decent roof over my head, and pays reasonably enough. She then joked about that being the same type of job that her maids do, and I replied that such a position would be fine for me. Alicia was surprised at that comment, but she made the point that the business position would always be there for me, although she would be quite happy for me to work as a maid until then. I left my job at the bar at the end of the shift and returned with her to the mansion to start my new position as a maid.”

“The Matron at the time was a very pleasant lady, and I was eager to work for her and Alicia. I wasn’t going to break any of the rules, and we did have a number one rule which was “Never let Alicia into the kitchen.” I knew that from personal experience that even if Alicia made herself a bacon sandwich, she somehow ended up making a kitchen look as if it was hit by an EF 5 tornado. She was always brilliant at business, but she was a danger to herself and everyone else when she tried to cook.”

“I’ve mentioned this because on one particular week, Alicia had managed to sneak into the kitchen and wreak havoc, even though the meal was just bacon, eggs and sausages. After this, the Matron said that we could use any means necessary to stop Alicia from using the kitchen, and that woe betide us if we failed to stop her again. All of this led to that fateful Friday, when I was cleaning her bedroom on the second floor. While I was doing my duties, Alicia said that she was hungry and that she was going down to the kitchen to make something to eat.”

“Before I continue with the tale, I should mention that Alicia was wearing black high-heeled shoes, black stockings and short skirt, and her top was a white long sleeved blouse.”

“When she said this, I was worried about her making another major mess, and I offered to make a meal for her instead, but she claimed that it wouldn’t be fair if I had to do that as well as clean. I insisted that I would do it, and it would not be a problem, but she rose from her desk and started to head towards the door. To be honest, I was frightened about getting into severe trouble with the Matron, and I noticed that there were four scarves in the laundry basket, which I was going to take downstairs after I finished cleaning. I took hold of them before rushing over to the door just as Alicia placed her hand on the door knob, and I pulled her hands together behind her back.”

“She was more than a little surprised by this, and I told her that she was not going to the kitchen and turn it into a disaster area like she did a few days ago. It was then that she said how was I going to stop her, and I said that if necessary I would tie her up to which she replied that I wouldn’t dare. I couldn’t have been thinking straight at the time as I responded by ensuring that her hands were palm to palm, before wrapping one of the scarves around her wrists and cinching it tight. Before she even had time to react, a second scarf was looped around the end of her forearms and pulled so tight that her elbows ended up touching as I knotted the ends together. Once Alicia had realised that I was serious, she threatened to call for help if I didn’t untie her but while she was saying this, I rolled up one of the scarves and she squealed as I thrust it into her mouth before putting the last one between her teeth, with the ends tied together at the back of her neck which left her cleave gagged.”

“By this time I knew that I had stepped right over any line of decent behaviour and I felt that there was no point in stopping, so I pulled my bound and gagged prisoner over to a chest of drawers, before pulling open the one which contained her scarves. One went around her ankles, and two more were tied around her legs below and above her knees, before she squealed as I pulled up the hem of her skirt so that the tops of her stockings were showing. A fourth scarf was bound around her mid thighs just below her stocking tops, and I was sure that she emitted a soft moan as I cinched and tied the ends off.”

“There was no point in stopping now as I had already gone this far, so I took two scarves and bound her arms to her chest, above and below her breasts, before tying another around her lower arms and waist so that her arms were locked in place. I took one more scarf before forcing her to hop over to her bed, where she was made to sit down and I gave her a stern lecture about her not using the kitchen because she made such a mess of the place. To my astonishment she ended up looking sheepish as if she was a little girl being told off by a teacher, and she blushed as she writhed in her bonds. I remembered once when we were teens and I gave her a spanking after she had acted up one time, so I told her that either she would agree not to go down to the kitchen or I would put her over my knee.”

“There was an unusual look on her face, and she shook her head as if she was being defiant, so I sat down on the bed to her left with her yelping as I pulled her over my lap, so that she was lying from right to left across my knees. It was obvious by her struggling and squirming that she wasn’t going to give up, so I held her down with my left hand while I smacked her six times on the bottom with my right. I asked her if she was going to be a good little girl and behave herself, but she shook her head, so I pulled the hem of her skirt up so that her panties were exposed and I delivered another half dozen spanks to her derriere.”

“It was quite a surprise to me that she still shook her head, so I pulled her panties down to her thighs and I told her that when she decides to obey me, she can nod her head so that I will stop the spanking. I landed smack after smack on Alicia’s unprotected posterior, but she still wouldn’t surrender and nod her head, even though her cheeks were starting to turn pink, and she was squirming on my lap with yelps and moans coming out of her mouth. Eventually, there was a frantic nodding of her head and after I stopped the punishment, I rearranged her clothing so that she was modest again, before forcing her to lie on her right side in the middle of the bed. Her ankles were brought up to her wrists and tied together with the final scarf so that she was in a tight hogtie.”

“I knew that I was in big trouble, because I had bound and gagged my Mistress before committing an act of assault against her, but I might as well continue so I told her how I hoped that she had learnt her lesson and that she was going to stay tied up for a while. However, while I did this, I was unable to take my eyes off her as she moaned and writhed on the bed, and there was this incredible look in her eyes that made me feel very warm between my legs. In fact, I stopped my lecture before lying down facing her on the bed, and I kept looking into her eyes as I stroked her hair with my left hand. After a minute had passed, Alicia closed her eyes before opening her mouth a little, and before I knew what I was doing, I cuddled her as my lips pressed against hers in a most passionate moment.”

“From the way that we were behaving, the experience was pleasurable for both of us, and new thoughts went through my mind of what I was going to do next to my helpless captive. So, while I was still kissing Alicia, I started to undo the buttons on her blouse before pulling the sides apart to expose her body and her black bra. My kisses migrated down to her neck as I caressed her body, and soon I had unhooked the front of her bra to gain access to her firm breasts with her writhing and moaning more than ever. It wasn’t long after that when I pulled her skirt up again before taking her panties down to her thighs, and I caressed the petals of her flower while sucking, biting and kissing her breasts.”

“I don’t know how long I had been doing this for, but Alicia went rigid just before she let out a loud scream with her body starting to twitch, and I realised that I had just brought my Mistress to orgasm, so I kissed and cuddled her until she realised where she was again. I told her that I would make her something to eat, but until the meal was over, she would remain my prisoner. I took the key and locked her inside before going downstairs and preparing a meal for her, and it wasn’t long before I was back in the bedroom and placing her in a kneeling position. Her gag was removed, and I told her that she had to behave while I fed her, and it was at this point that she apologised and called me Mistress Isabella.”

“When I asked Alicia about why she said that, she replied that I must be the Mistress as she was the bound and helpless captive. Once I had fed my prisoner her meal, along with stealing plenty of kisses as she looked so wonderful, I untied her and made her presentable again before sharing one last passionate kiss. I finished cleaning the room and went downstairs to perform more duties, but I had trouble concentrating as I still felt very warm between my legs.”

“Alicia didn’t say anything about what I had done to her and I thought that was the end of it, but late in the evening I discovered that I was mistaken. I wearing my white nightdress and dressing gown, and watching a late night show on the television when the telephone rang. Chloe answered it and turned to me before telling me that I had to go upstairs to see Mistress Alicia, and that she seemed to be very annoyed. I knew that I was in trouble, so I wasted no time in leaving the maids’ rooms and took the elevator up to the top floor before knocking on the bedroom door.”

“A stern voice commanded me to enter, so I opened the door, stepped inside and closed the door behind me, noticing that a new lampshade was hanging from the ceiling which was illuminating an area that was only a few feet in diameter. The next order was for me to step into the middle of the circle of light, and once I had done so the end of a riding crop was thrust up under my chin which caused me to lift my head up. I was given two choices, either I could end up going to the police because of what I had done, or I would submit to personal punishment and start by stripping naked. There really was no choice, so I removed my dressing gown before unbuttoning my nightdress and letting it fall to the floor, which left me nude and trembling but feeling more aroused than before. A few seconds later, the crop was taken away, my hands were taken behind my back and bound with what I presumed was a scarf, before my elbows were pulled together and bound as well. I opened my mouth, and a scarf was taken between my teeth so that I was cleave gagged, and three scarves bound my arms to my body, above and below my breasts and at my waist.

“Now that my upper body was restrained, Alicia stepped into the light, and what I saw made me tremble even more. She was wearing a black leather strapless mini dress with black fishnet stockings, black knee length leather boots were on her knees and her hands were covered by elbow length black leather gloves. Alicia was no longer just my Mistress, but she had become a Dominatrix with me being her naked bound and gagged slave.”

“I was ordered to kneel on the bed and I shook as I did so, although I think that it must have been both fear and anticipation. Once I was in position, Alicia switched on the bedside lamp before turning off the room lamp, and she picked up three scarves from the bedside table. My right ankle was bound to my right thigh with the first scarf, and my left leg was bound together with the second before the third was used as a blindfold to rob me of my sight. This left me defenceless against my Mistress who could do anything to me.”

“I was told that my punishment would be to remain with my Mistress for the night, and I yelped as a stinging blow landed against my bottom. As time went on, I was stung by the crop and caressed all over my body, with the combined effect being that I was taken closer and closer to the joys of ecstasy. There was no way of knowing how long my teasing and torment lasted for, although it may have been for hours and I was begging and pleading for my Mistress to provide me with sexual release, but she told me that it would happen by her decision.”

“It was after a sustained spanking which was followed by more caresses that I was taken over the edge, and I screamed as pleasure filled my very being. When I was lying there in my post orgiastic reverie, I noticed that Alicia was kissing and cuddling me, with her telling me how incredible I was. I fell asleep in her arms and woke up in the morning to find myself free from the scarves, so I went downstairs, showered and got dressed for the day’s work.”

“This ended up happening at least once a week, with me punishing Alicia and her getting her revenge in the late evening, but we soon obtained books, magazines and videos so that we could learn a lot more. We managed to keep it a secret for some time, even when you and Selma led Alicia round the garden on a lead before you handed her over to me. By we way, that was a wonderful present from you two.”

“The Matron did find out eventually though, and that’s when she wanted to talk to Alicia and me...”

(To Be Continued.)

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 18

Postby skybird137 » Mon Sep 08, 2014 11:09 am

Part 18

“I think that before I tell you what happened next, I should wrap you in the towel now that I have removed the sweat from your body.” Mistress Isabella said as she finished wiping off the helpless captive who had been paying so much attention to the story that she hadn’t noticed how thorough the cleaning had been.

with any luck I can be cleaned like this again, as I will enjoy it a lot more next time. I hope the next part of the story doesn’t involve something bad, though. Cecyme smiled as best she could given the limitations imposed by her gag, as both sides of the towel were folded over her body so that she was cocooned from her knees to her neck.

“You must have been intrigued by the tale, my cute captive, or you would have would have become very arouse by this sensual cleaning.” The cloth was put in the bowl and the woman sat down next to the covered captive, who was wondering what was going to happen next in the story.

“Our matron had suspected that something was going on between Alicia and me for some time, but she didn’t want to say anything just in case she was wrong, as she felt that this would end up causing unnecessary trouble. Once the Matron was sure about her facts, she asked Alicia if there could be a meeting with the three of us, as certain things needed to be sorted out. When I heard about this, I was scared that everything had gone wrong, and that I would be in real trouble.”

“I shouldn’t have worried though. We got together on a Monday morning in Alicia’s study, and Matron said that she had thought for some time that the Mistress and I were in a close relationship. To add to this, she was well aware that we were both lovers of bondage as she had occasionally seen the tell tale marks that were left. You could imagine our relief when she said that she was very happy for the two of and she was glad that Alicia had found someone that she could finally share her heart with. Matron even had nothing against our bondage games, although her greatest experience was being tied down to a bed, before being made love to by a boyfriend.”

“None of this was a problem to her, as she was very open minded and if she was the only other person in the household, then everything would be fine. However, this was not the case as there were the three gentlemen, along with the other two maids to consider. She had been asking subtle questions with the men and women so that she could understand what their thoughts were, and she quickly found out that the men were not the kind of people that you would ever be want to be helpless in front of. Concerning the maids, Chloe was okay with the idea of bondage while the other was quite adamant of it being bad, as well as condemning ‘unnatural relationships’ between people.”

“Matron’s opinion was that Alicia needed to get new men to work at the mansion as soon as possible, and that she knew a psychologist that could create a list of innocuous questions that would be very useful in measuring someone’s level of empathy. Keeping the third maid around could be a problem, but she knew someone who could replace her and could even be a nice addition to the games that we were playing.”

“All of this could be dealt with easily enough, but there was one fly in the ointment that would have to be dealt with by a major change concerning the relationship. She pointed out that the problem wasn’t the situation with Alicia and I, but the fact that it was between Mistress and maid. There was no problem with her concerning this, but she understood that it could become a major source of friction with the others, as there could be grounds for feeling that a measure of favouritism was occurring.”

“We couldn’t argue with this as she was right. After all, how could there not be suspicion when the Mistress was a bondage lover with her maid? As the Matron explained this, she mentioned that there were two obvious options available to us, but she doubted that we would want the first. Number one was that I give up being a maid and stay here as Alicia’s partner so that there would be no possible conflict of interest.”

“Needless to say, I wasn’t happy about this as it would mean living off Alicia, and I felt that this idea was abhorrent as I wanted to earn my keep. I made my feelings quite clear on this matter, and Matron responded by saying that she understood how I would have reacted. Once this was excluded, Matron went on to mention the fact that I couldn’t remain in the position of being a maid, but there was one area where I can work in the mansion, although it would mean greatly increased responsibility along with a more important workload. I enquired what this new work would be, and I was shocked at the last by the answer that I received.”

“At first, I refused to believe what I had just heard as the option was that I would become the new Matron of the mansion. If I did take that position though, what would happen to our present Matron? The answer was clear, although I didn’t want to think of it and this would end up with our present Matron retiring. She said that it would remove any problems and that I was quite capable of running the mansion, especially with the fact that I would be running it for my partner. Every objection that I made was argued against, and even my final claim about money was countered with the fact that the pension plan provided for by Mistress Alicia would allow her to live quite well. My real objections were emotional instead of logical, as I did not want Matron to leave, or be responsible for her leaving. She had guessed what I had been thinking though, and pointed out that there needs to be change, so why shouldn’t it happen at the top as well. Also, she would make sure that I could do the work before she left, so she was going to around for a while.”

“In the end, I agreed to the training to become the new Matron, so part of every day was spent getting prepared for the task that awaited me. The three handymen jumped at the chance to take early retirement, and they were replaced with the present trio without any problems. Apparently, the inflexible maid was happy to leave on the settlement that we provided and to our surprise, Matron employed Megumi as the replacement maid. We learnt that she had guessed about what was happening between Alicia and me, and she would be quite happy to join in our games if we liked the idea. Chloe approached Alicia as my training continued and said that although she is open minded about what we did, she would probably not fit in so she suggested that her niece Collette take her place at the mansion. It seemed that Collette also had her suspicions about what was going on, and she was overjoyed to be allowed to become a maid here.”

“After I had proved myself capable of running the mansion, Matron decided that it was time to retire from her position so that I could take over. We still keep in touch and she is having a great time as she enjoys the rest of her life. There was one more thing that I had to do, and that was to find a replacement for the vacancy that was left by my promotion. It came to me while I was talking with Alicia about finding someone to leave the estate to, and she mentioned that you have a very good business sense which was moderated by ethics. When your name was mentioned, I remembered about Selma as you were both notorious cookie thieves, so I decided to find out where she was and if she wanted to work here. I was horrified when I discovered what had happened to her, and I resolved to find her as soon as possible. I won’t mention the rest if the story, as she has informed me that you already know it.”

“Not long after Matron had left, I noticed that my love was pushing herself too hard and she was not taking any time off for fun. Everyone noticed what was happening, and we spoke about how to deal with this situation. It was a Friday afternoon after this discussion when we decided to act, and the maids accompanied me into the study where Alicia was working. I asked her if the weekend could begin and after she said yes, we stripped her before applying the same gag and bondage that you experienced yesterday when we mishandled you.”

“Seeing as she was in no position to argue, let alone do anything else, I decided to lay down a few new rules for the mansion. From Monday morning to Friday afternoon, we were at her bidding for whatever she wanted, and we were not allowed to refuse. The primary off-limits rule concerning the kitchen still applied though, and she would be in trouble if she even mentioned about doing any cooking. After work is over on Friday afternoon until Monday morning, I was to be the Mistress and Alicia was to be one of the maids for the weekend, so that she was at our mercy. During the Monday to Thursday after we retire for the evening, she could visit the maids’ quarters to be one of the girls which usually meant that she ended up in bondage, or visit my quarters to be my slave for the night.”

“At night, Alicia would still have the option to request someone to go to her bedroom which meant that this person would be her captive until the morning. Since then, I think that she hardly ever spent the night alone.” There was a pause from the captive as she reached for a tissue that was on the side table before dabbing at her eyes with it. “I hope you understand that I am sensitive about mentioning this, as I love Alicia very much.”

“Anyway, these rules are yours now, as you have inherited her position. When it is Monday morning, you will have complete control over me and the maids, and I hope that you won’t be too mean with us. While I was in the corridor, Selma told me that you have accepted her as your mistress, and this is good as I can now train her to become the next Matron of the mansion. Alicia wanted me to enjoy the rest of my life, but I hope that you understand that I will need to leave this place in the future.”

“Anyway, I should mention about the maids and their individual needs. Selma has a very sensitive erogenous zone under the cheeks of her bottom and she can be quite resistant to pain. The punishments she received had an effect on her mind, as she now equates spanking and the equivalent with orgasm. You can take her close with conventional lovemaking, but she needs the special stimulation to take her over the edge. Just delivering the punishment is not enough, because she needs to misbehave for it to work, so keep an eye on what she is doing and check her for stolen items.

“Collette has her own particular fetishes and I think that you have guessed about the tickling part, but she also loves playing with people’s feet, and for them to play with hers. Believe me when I say that tickling her or playing with her feet can make her orgasm.”

“Megumi love to dress up and role play whenever possible, especially when it comes to bondage games, and you have already experienced the result this morning. That’s why she jumped at being offered work here as she would get the chance to be a maid in bondage, and she even obtained the costumes that we use over the weekend. The first time she got role play clothes was for that special first weekend when we mishandled Alicia, and the collection has grown since then. I will give you the present list of outfits on Monday morning. On a day next week, order Megumi to go up to your study with her dressed as a Japanese schoolgirl, and pretend to be an angry headmistress. You will not be disappointed at what happens.”

“When you inherited this mansion and everything else, we decided to give you a settling in period of about a month before we would ambush you in the same manner that we did to Mistress Alicia. We needed to find out how much you can take while you are helpless and you passed with flying colours, even getting over your fear with the pit. That is where we will be eating the late evening meal, and the cooking starts from around lunchtime when the damsel is lifted from the poles.”

“For this weekend, you will be held captive until Monday, but this will not always be the case, as the Mistress makes the choice as to how the weekend goes. Sometimes you will be enslaved with another maid, or one of the other maids ends up becoming a captive for the weekend, with you being one of the ladies instead. There was one weekend when Megumi pretended to be a snoopy reporter who was trying to spy on the household and she ended up in the dungeon. The amazing thing was that she never broke character at any time while it continued, until it ended on Monday morning.”

She ended up in the dungeon? But we don’t have a dungeon here; there is no basement as the foundations are solid with the steel shutters and construction able to withstand any tornado. We can’t have a dungeon in this place.

“You seem to be puzzled about something. Could it be that you are wondering about where our dungeon is?” Isabella said and the helpless Cecyme nodded her head to show that she didn’t know where the dungeon was located on the property.

“Let me explain then. You know that on the second floor we have your room, then the guest rooms and the exercise room. When you were given the tour four weeks ago, I explained that there was a special exercise room beyond that which was closed for renovation. I will say that this room provides some very special exercise for any poor victim who ends up there, as it is our dungeon. We think that introducing it to you today will be too much so we will take you inside sometime tomorrow, but do not worry as we follow safe word rules in there and we will take it easy on you at first in order to work out your limits.”

I should have worked this out; after all, that area covers a lot of the upper floor and the exercise room is already spacious enough with plenty of equipment, some of which could be used for bondage. I have an idea for a workout bondage scenario, so I wonder if Megumi has some nice sexy exercise clothes?

“More will be explained to you on Monday morning, as there are quite a few little rules to cover, but I’ve explained the main ones.” The Mistress said, and she uncovered the helpless woman by pulling the ends of the towels down, before loosening the hogtie rope which allowed the prisoner more space between her hands and feet. After the lady had finished adjusting the rope, she picked up the towel which was folded twice before it was put next to the bowl, and the woman knelt on the bed so that she could lift the bound woman into a kneeling position.

“That’s better, my sweet Cecyme. You are in a perfect position for what I am going to do next.” Isabella said while moving her captive a little closer to the edge of the bed, and the kneeling woman became a little worried about what was in store for her.

What fiendish torments have you got planned for me this time? Am I to suffer with a riding crop being applied to my bottom, or will you use it on my thighs? Will I end up with metal clamps attached to my nipples, or are you going to put a line of clothes pins along the mounds of my breasts? There were whimpers from the nude in bondage as her imagination ran away with her, but the lady in front of her just smiled as she leant over so that her face was closer to the captive.

“That’s it, use your mind as that can be your greatest weakness in a situation like this. I wonder just how many nasty things you are creating inside your head right now. However, I doubt that your imagination will come up with what I have prepared for my little torture session.”

Just how far are you willing to go with me? Are you going to hang me from the ceiling by my nipples or something even worse?

“The look on your face right now is priceless, but it is not going to be that horrible. However it is going to b- excuse me, I’ll have to answer that.” Isabella halted when she heard the knock on the door, and she opened it to accept a covered plate from Collette who was again dressed as a maid. “Thank you, I will see you later. Now I can make my prisoner suffer.” The door was closed and the lady approached her helpless victim who was already salivating because of the aroma. “I wonder if I shall keep all of these to myself.”

They’re your special cookies! Please, don’t torture me with them!

(To Be Continued.)

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 19

Postby skybird137 » Wed Sep 17, 2014 7:27 am

Part 19

“I see by your behaviour that you already know what is under the cloth, but the smell is rather distinctive so there are not any surprises in this.” The Mistress said as she removed the white cover which was placed on the side of the bed, and the helpless lady just stared at the items which were piled up on the plate. “You would eat these in an instant if you had free access to them, so perhaps it is best that you are bound in a kneeling position at the moment.”

As the powerful mistress stood by the bed, she wafted the plate under the nose of the helpless woman who was unable to move from the spot or even pick up a cookie with her mouth because of the gag between her teeth. Just give me one cookie and I’ll do anything you want. Anything, you name it and I’ll do it. Her eyes went wide as her captor picked up one of the items before waving it around, and the prisoner even whimpered a little as the woman took a small bite out of the disc.

“This is just as delicious as always, my helpless captive. It is a pity that you are unable to eat any, but then you are my slave at the moment and slaves should not be permitted any such luxuries.” There were more whimpering sounds from the bound Cecyme, as she tilted her head while trying to open her eyes as wide as possible in the hope of eliciting some sympathy from her cruel captor.

You’ve already tormented me with cookies once this morning and I am being teased for a second time. Couldn’t you let me eat one, pretty please. Knowing that she had nothing to lose as she was already bound and gagged on the bed, the captive put everything into her pleading as she showed a very pitiful expression on her face, which had the effect of causing Isabella to start laughing.

“You are look just incredible like that and I must say that this is so funny. You are a helpless nude woman in strict bondage with unknown predicaments waiting for you, but your primary concern is getting to eat one of my home-baked cookies. It is as if a little puppy is begging for a treat with its eyes as it sits by the table of its mistress, and it is just as effective as well.” After a few more seconds spent giggling by the mistress, she walked over to the bedside table, placed the plate on the top and returned to her defenceless captive. “Remain quiet until I allow you to speak.” She walked back to in front of her prisoner and reached around to the back of the helpless woman’s neck so that she could untie the knot that held the gag in place. Once the ends of the gag were free, the sash that belonged to Megumi’s costume was unwound until the captive’s mouth was free of the cloth, which was put by the plate on the table and Isabella picked up the plate and returned to the front of her helpless captive.

“Now I want to see you beg and plead for a cookie, my naked slave. If you don’t try hard enough, then I will have to think that you really don’t want to sample this wonderful flavour.”

If I do this, how could I demean myself after all of the things that have happened to me since yesterday evening? This is just another obstacle for me to get past, and I’ll just put on the best show that I can. “Oh please Mistress Isabelle, please let me taste one of your divine cookies.” Cecyme said as she bent over while trying to keep a straight face which was showing her best begging expression. “I’ll do whatever you want and you can do anything you like to me, please please please, just let me have a cookie.”

A smile appeared on the face of the captor as she watched the performance that was being delivered by the kneeling lady on the bed, and she was even giggling at certain moments. “That is a lovely display, but I think that you need to be a little different in your actions. I mentioned earlier that you reminded me of a puppy, so I think that you will need to beg like that if you want a nice treat.”

Why am I not surprised about you putting a twist like this into our current situation? Here we go, I have to pretend to be a dog now. “Woof woof.” The captive wondered for a moment whether or not to make an actual sound like a dog barking, or to say the words instead but she realised that the words would be more amusing to her captor. She continued with the fake dog barks which had plenty of whining sounds included, and she tilted her head to one side or the other while keeping her eyes as wide open as possible. The things that I have to go through to get a cookie in my own mansion.

As the prisoner made more fake dog sounds, she noticed that her captor was enjoying the show, and soon a cookie was picked up from the plate and placed in front of the mouth of the bound woman. “That’s a good doggie, now you can have a nice bite of this morsel.”

At last, I don’t know how long it has been since I last tasted one of these. Knowing my luck though, you’ll probably pull it away just before I take a bite which will leave me having to beg all over again. Cecyme was concerned about a last moment change of heart in her captor, so she opened her mouth just a little as she placed her teeth around the item, but her fears were unfounded as she took a bite out of the luscious disc while closing her eyes.

“That is a good girl. See, I was not going to deprive you of your treat after you behaved so well. Eat that piece up and you can have the rest of it in a minute.”

Oh wow, this tastes just as good as I remember from when I was last here. A shiver went down the spine of the helpless woman as she savoured the piece that was in her mouth, and she took her time in chewing it before there was very little left to swallow. It always feels as if you end up finishing it too soon and that you just can’t wait to get another bite. When the prisoner opened her eyes again, she noticed that her Mistress was holding onto the end of the rest with her thumb and index finger, and the prisoner reached forward with her mouth again in the hope that her desire wouldn’t be thwarted. There wasn’t a problem when she took hold of the rest of the cookie between her lips as it was released by her captor in an instant, and she tried to keep it in her mouth for as long as possible before it was dissolved away. These really do melt in your mouth, and I wonder what I’ll have to do to get the next cookie.

“Oh, this one looks quite tasty, so I think that I will have to eat this one myself.” Isabella picked up one of the cookies and lifted it up to her mouth before taking a bite out of it in front of her captive, who was licking her lips at seeing someone else enjoy the food. “Do not worry, I will not keep you waiting for long, slave, and you can have one after I have finished mine.” After the Mistress finished her morsel she picked up a cookie which was held in front of the captive, who bit off a piece at a time so that she could make it last. After the Mistress finished her next piece, she knelt on the bed so that she was facing her captive and put the plate down before pushing the helpless lady back until she was in the middle of the bed. “I have another idea for eating these, my cute slave.” She said as she knelt closer to her prisoner, before biting off a piece of a cookie and pressing her lips against those of her prisoner while embracing her.

When the captive was kissed, she responded in kind as she parted her mouth and she was surprised just a moment later when something was forced into her mouth. It’s a piece of the cookie. I didn’t think that you would give it to me in this way, but it seems to be a sensuous way to feed someone. Cookies and kisses for the captive. Once this piece was finished another bite was taken by the Mistress who again cuddled and kissed the bound woman, with them staying together until it was eaten.

This continued for some time with the cookies being consumed until there were only two left on the plate, and the captor moved back a little as she picked up one of the last morsels. “You have to remain still and quiet if you want to nibble the last two as I have a special method of preparation before you may consume it.”

What are you going to do then? I can see no way that you could possibly do anything to make it taste any better, but I’m going to end up finding out. Cecyme was surprised when she felt a touch against the mound of her right breast, and she looked down to see the edge of the cookie run over her flesh in a rough caress. This action was repeated with her left breast, and the helpless lady discovered that as this happened, the area of intimacy between her legs was becoming warmer. I never thought about using cookies as some kind of erotic toy, but as far as I know, other food items have been used. After a minute or so had passed with the captive having her breasts teased by her Mistress, she saw that her nipples had become erect with them standing out from her body, so Isabella took the edge and flicked the right nipple up and down which sent a jolt of pleasure through the body of the bound woman.

It was all that the nude captive could do to keep still and avoid moaning as the side of the disc was rubbed over her left nipple, and her hips gave a twitch as the erotic feelings between her legs increased. At least there is nowhere else on my body where you can apply this new teasing to. Oooooh, I should have known that there was one more area. Mistress Isabella took the item down the body of the prisoner at a slow rate, with it tracing a path her right and left across her skin until it had reached her Mound of Venus. Once it was there, it was moved over this area of the helpless lady’s body, and the captive had to take her lower lip between her teeth and bite down to keep control of her reactions as her flame of desire grew in strength with her lustful folds becoming damp. I’m going to have to do this to one of the other ladies when I’m free, but I would have to find some way of not eating them all first. Perhaps I should use something to dull my sense of smell. OH MY!

Any pretence of self control by the bound Cecyme disappeared in an instant when the edge of the cookie was pressed against the petals of her flower of intimacy, and she moaned in her lust with her body writhing as the item pressed into her flesh. “Do not worry, Cecyme, as no one can remain still or quiet at this point.” The captive’s cries became louder as the item was rotated with the rough parts brushing against the inside of her body, and she used what little movement she had to make little thrusts up and down.

I’m trying to get sexual pleasure from a cookie, this is the weirdest situation yet.

“That is it, slave, just keep moving like this as it will make you even more aroused.” It seemed to the helpless woman that the object almost went all of the way into her body at some points, and for a moment she was a little worried that it could end up getting stuck in there.

That was silly of me, after all Mistress Isabella could just put her tongue to work and remove it with no problems. If you carry on with this for too long, then you could end up doing something to me that will take my mind off eating altogether. Every moment that the object caressed the nude prisoner’s most erotic area made her more and more aroused, and she wondered if this teasing would have such an effect on her that she would end up falling into ecstasy. Rub it harder against me, please cause me to explode.

“I can see it on your face how close you are, but don’t say a word if you want your two desires to be fulfilled.” The woman said before she pulled the item away from the body of the helpless lady, who was squirming in her bonds with the fire burning bright in her Mound, and she took it up to the sighing lips of the captive. “Try eating this now, after your body has added its own extra flavour, and find out how good it tastes.”

Eat it? But it’s been right up inside my body, how can I even take a little piece? However, it smells so good now, as if it was better than before. Although the helpless woman did her best to ignore the morsel that was in front of her, the temptation became too much to resist and she took a small bite out of the cookie. There was a squeal from Cecyme as soon as she experienced the new flavour and it seemed to her as if it tasted far better than before, with her luxuriating because of this sensation. I know that my own juices are mixed up with this as well, but you have created something which is incredible. As the helpless lady savoured the little piece, she realised that her state of erotic feeling had grown to an incredible level, with the food acting as a kind of aphrodisiac. She took bite after bite of the cookie that her Mistress held in her hand, and it wasn’t long before the only one left was on the plate.

“I’ll use the last one on you, but first I will have to put you in the right position.” The Mistress said as she lowered the captiven until the bound woman was lying on her left side, and the captor put the plate on the table before lying down on the bed with the cookie so that she was facing her prisoner. “Remember that you are not to speak until I give you permission, but other noises are allowed.” She said as she started to caress Cecyme’s Mound of Venus with the last cookie while kissing the prisoner’s breasts.

Oh my, this is even more powerful than before, and if you continue to pleasure me like this, I really will explode in bliss. Cecyme writhed as much as her bonds permitted while she cried out and moaned with her voice giving expression to the feelings that burned inside her centre of need. Soon, the item was slipped between her legs so that the edge touched her lustful lips, while the mounds of her breasts were sucked and bitten in a gentle manner by her captor. More, more, please I want more! It was the turn of her nipples to be bitten and sucked by the Mistress as the item caressed deeper into the folds of her flesh, and she felt that if this went on for much longer, then she wasn’t going to care about eating the cookie as it would be the last thing on her mind.

Oh yes, YES! After another minute of kissing and caressing had gone by, Cecyme had reached the point where the feeling of ecstasy exploded in her loins and she screamed as she convulsed with the bliss coursing through her body...


The first thing that the prisoner noticed when she was roused from her state of bliss was that her captor held her in a gentle embrace as she kissed her lips. “You were amazing, my lovely slave, I have never seen anyone be affected as much by this as you have. I think that you can have to last cookie now.”

As the bound slave took a bite of the item after it was held up to her mouth, it was clear to her that she did not have the desire for it as she had before, but it still tasted very sweet. This is odd, as I no longer have the craving that I had before.

“I will explain later why it has changed for you, but after you have eaten, I will put your gag on you before you have a nice little rest on my bed.” Once Cecyme had finished the last cookie, Isabella pulled out the captive’s personal harness gag out from under the pillows. “Open your mouth wide, my well tied prisoner.” After the captive had done so, the large rubber ball was forced between her teeth with the mains straps taken around to the back of her neck, where they were buckled together as tight as possible. Next, the Y-strap was taken over the top of her head so that the end could be connected to the other two straps, and the little straps were taken under her chin before they were tightened so that the prisoner could not move her jaw. “You can rest in my arms and sleep now, Cecyme, as you have a lot more to go through later.”

It will be nice to have a rest, as I have had a very busy day so far. With Cecyme feeling safe in the arms of her Mistress, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep...

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 20

Postby skybird137 » Tue Sep 23, 2014 1:56 pm

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.)

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 21

Postby skybird137 » Thu Oct 02, 2014 2:18 pm

Part 21

Isabella took hold of the waist rope of the helpless scout with her right hand, and tugged on it so that the captive had no choice but to move forward until she was in front of the full length mirror, with it on her left side. Once the scout was in position, the Mistress released her, walked over to the bag so that she could take out half a dozen straps before returning to the trembling young lady. The first strap was buckled around the ankles of the captive, the second one went around her lower legs at the mid shins, and the third one bound her legs together just below her knees and above the green socks. There was a scream from the helpless girl as the hem of her green skirt was tucked into her waistband at her front, before a strap was wrapped around her legs just above her knees along with one at her mid thighs, and the last one was strapped around her at the top of the thighs.

After the skirt of the helpless lady was put back into place, the Mistress stood in front of her prisoner before she reached around to the back of the captive’s neck. “I am going to remove your gag now, but if you start to scream or cause me any trouble, I will put this back in and hand you over to the police.” The ends of the straps were unbuckled by the Mistress who pulled the large ball out from between the lips of the bound scout, and the gag was placed on the bed before she returned back to the helpless young lady.

“Now Sarah, explain what you were doing, sneaking around the mansion when there is a sign outside the gates which warns that anyone trespassing will suffer dire penalties.”

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t come in through the gate.” Sarah said with a clear Midwestern accent. “One of the other scouts showed me a shortcut in the fence and said that you buy a lot of cookies from the scouts. She also said that it was okay to make my way into the house if no one responded to the door bell.”

“That is a most unlikely story, Sarah, as I make my own cookies and they are far superior to anything that you may provide me with. Plus, anyone from around here would know better than to come into the grounds without permission.”

“My family only moved here about a month ago, and I don’t know anything about the area. This is my first time as a scout, and I wanted to make a good impression. I don’t even know your name.”

“My name is Mistress Isabella, and you can use that or just Mistress.” The woman said as she walked over to retrieve a jewellery box from the dressing table. “I’m sure that if you are as innocent as you claim, then you will wish to prove it by being a good girl scout.” She lifted the lid of the box and took out an expensive diamond necklace by the silver chain links, before going around to the rear of the helpless Sarah and placing the large diamond against the palm of the captive’s right hand. “Take hold of the item that is touching your right hand and don’t let go, even when I take the pads away from your eyes. Remember not to speak unless you are spoken to.”

Sarah covered the item in her right hand with her fingers and gripped it while the lady walked around to the front and removed the detachable pads that covered the eyes of the prisoner. The helpless lady blinked for a moment, and Cecyme could see the reflection of the captive in the mirror, who appeared to be shocked as she looked at what she was holding in her hands.

That’s an expensive necklace that Mistress Isabella has tricked you into holding! Sneaking onto the property and entering the building was bad enough, but to have your hands on something like this will seal your fate.

“Oh yes, that is a very valuable item of jewellery that now has your fingerprints all over it.” Mistress Isabella said as she retrieved the necklace which was put back into the box and placed on the dressing table, before she walked back to the front of the frightened Sarah. “I have trouble believing your story, as would any jury, so I have decided to ensure that there is enough evidence to convict you.”

“But I haven’t stolen anything! I didn’t come in to take anything!” Sarah said in a pitiful wail. “Please, I don’t want to get into trouble.”

“Seeing as the necklace is so expensive, I am sure that your sentence will be a custodial one, and it will be for a year at least. I am sure that a nice innocent lady such as you will provide a lot of pleasure for the women who have been resident in prison for quite some time.”

“Please, Mistress Isabella, I don’t want to end up in prison, I don’t want a criminal record!”

“In that case, you will submit yourself to personal punishment by me which will be over by nightfall, and I will even pay you a substantial amount so that you do not get into trouble for not selling any cookies.” While the Mistress was making this comment, she walked over to the table, picked up the gag and returned to her position in front of the scout who looked as if she was about to burst into tears. “Either you can spend a year in a living hell and have a criminal record by asking me to call the police, or open your mouth wide to accept this gag and a punishment here.”

That’s so unfair, you have blackmailed the poor girl scout into being tortured by you, as she has no choice at all. A shocked Cecyme looked on as the scout lowered her head in defeat, and the helpless Sarah opened her mouth as wide as possible so that the ball could be forced between her teeth. Once the straps of the gag were buckled at the back of the bound scout, the Mistress walked over to the drawers and took out another armbinder along with a thick leather strap. Sarah’s eyes went as wide as possible and the girl twisted in her bonds as she saw the item of restraint that was to be used on her, but her struggles proved to be useless. Her elbows were pulled together so that they almost touched and she cried out as the strap was taken around her arms, just above her elbows before it was pulled as tight as possible.

“This is so that you will be unable to free yourself, while I untie the rope and put this nice device on you. There is no point in struggling, as I am far too experienced in binding young ladies such as you.” It only took a minute for the Mistress to untie the rope that bound Sarah’s wrists together behind her back and to her body, and the cord was put on a table by the woman before she held the prisoner’s hands together. “That strap holds your arms in place which makes my work so much easier.” Sarah’s hands were pushed into the bottom of the restraint, and the defenceless girl yelped as the strap at the bottom was taken around her wrists before it was tightened to its fullest extent. The strap that was above the elbow was unbuckled, and the next part of the binding was the longest, as Mistress Isabella tightened the laces that went up the armbinder from the wrists to the top, which drew the captive’s arms back together. After the laces were tied off at the end, the elbow strap was tightened which elicited another cry of distress from the helpless lady, and the two chest straps were buckled into place which ensured that the scout girl would remain bound.

“There we are, all safe and secured.” The captor said as she turned the whimpering young lady around so that her body was facing the mirror, before picking up what appeared to be a remote control from the dressing table. A button was pressed which caused a tile in the ceiling to slide back, before a latched hoist hook was lowered down until it was at the waist of the scared prisoner. It took just a moment for the hook to be attached to the D-ring at the bottom of the armbinder, and the poor lady was forced to bend over as her hands were hoisted into the air, until her body was parallel to the ground with the bottom of the restraint high above her back. There was another yelp from the helpless young woman as her body was lifted up for a moment so that her feet could be pushed back, and she had to struggle so that she could maintain her balance with her arms being strained even more by her position.

“Now it is time to give you a proper punishment.” Mistress Isabella said as she opened a drawer and pulled out a riding crop, before returning to the captive and standing so that she was to the left of the young woman. “Oh yes, I think that it’s time for a little stimulation, which is your reward for you invading our property.” A moment later the crop was raised into the air by the Mistress, and brought down with some force against the bottom of the captive who shrieked in response to her punishment. Another eleven blows were inflicted, with each being a few seconds apart, and the helpless girl continued to struggle against her bonds in a futile manner as she cried out at each stroke of the crop.

“I think I shall make it a little more intense for you now.” The Mistress took a few steps closer to Sarah and lifted the hem at the back of the skirt, before tucking it into the begging girl scout’s waistband so that her green panty covered bottom was exposed. “This should be even more fun than before.”After The woman returned to her previous position, the pleading sound from the girl scout in bondage turned into cries of pain as she received another dozen spaced strikes on her cheeks from the crop that was wielded by her captor, and she started to sob before half of the blows were delivered. “If you think that was bad, then you will hate this.” Once the lady stepped forward again, she pulled the green panties of the captive down to her upper thighs so that her already pink derriere was exposed, and the woman moved back so that she could administer the next beating. The screams from Sarah were louder than ever as each impact from the riding crop left a red mark on her unprotected posterior, and it only took a few blows for her to start crying as the rest of the dozen strikes landed on her bottom.

“No more spankings for a while.” Isabella said, carrying the riding crop over to the dressing table where it was put down, before picking up the two pads that were a part of Cecyme’s blindfold and putting them over the eyes of the hogtied prisoner.

What have you got in store for me, and why have you decided to stop me from seeing what is being done? Have you got something even worse in store for our innocent prisoner? As the captive lay on the bed, she felt the removal of the strap that bound her armbinder to her ankles, and she was moved off the bed until she was standing on the floor. Are you putting something on my body? What happened next puzzled the captive as it felt that something was being attached to the front of her body, and it seemed to her as if a leather bikini bottom was being fitted to her with one strap going around her waist, and another one going between her legs to be connected to the waist strap at the back.

The situation in the bedroom became even stranger, as there were new pleading and begging sounds from the girl scout when the briefs were put on the standing prisoner. As the helpless Cecyme was made to shuffle forwards by her captor, she could hear the pitiful wailing of her scout increase in volume, until there was a loud scream which was followed by sobbing sounds from the young lady. There was a strong tug at the front of the briefs that Cecyme was wearing, and she was surprised to discover that the front of her legs were pressing against something. OMG, is that the poor girl?

Surprise turned to shock when the pads were removed from the blindfold of the helpless Cecyme, and she saw that the front of her briefs had a strap attached which went around the waist of the defenceless scout. This was nothing compared to the fact that the item that she thought was a bikini bottom, was in fact a strap on and half to the shaft was already penetrating into the young lady’s tunnel of lust. In the shorted struggle that ensured, Cecyme tried to pull herself away, but all she succeeded in doing was move the phallus in and out of the helpless girl while rubbing the sides of her intimacy, which caused the tormented damsel to sob with greater intensity. The strap around your waist doesn’t allow me to move away from you, and I am force to continue to violate your most private area. This is going too far, I didn’t expect to end up doing this to some innocent girl.

“I think that our poor girl scout is well and truly screwed now, Cecyme, and it appears that you are the one that is doing the screwing.” Mistress Isabella walked over to the dressing table, put the eye pads down on the dressing table and picked up the riding crop before returning to the left of the two captives who were bound together. “I think that you can guess what you are supposed to do now, Cecyme, and if you refuse, then I can give you a little encouragement.”

No, you can’t make me do this to the young lady, I won’t do this to her. Even though Cecyme shook her head in defiance as what was to happen, she knew that in the end she was going to fail, but at least she wouldn’t be a willing partner to this act. There was a scream from the woman after a few seconds had passed when the tip of the crop struck her bottom, and she ended up moving forward which caused her to thrust into the young lady who shrieked at her latest violation.

At first there were several seconds between the whipping strikes against Cecyme’s bottom, so the torment for both ladies was slow, but after a while, the gap between the blows started to decrease. This meant that Cecyme was suffering more from the taste of Isabella’s crop, and the young woman was forced to endure more strong thrusts into her body. Although Sarah’s sobbing had grown in strength, she was also starting to moan and writhe which suggested that she had become highly aroused from the punishment.

Soon the whipping of Cecyme’s bottom was faster still, and it seemed to her that she had just pulled back from the young lady when the crop struck again, which forced her push the shaft into the scout’s body. Although the young woman was starting to cry at this point, she seemed to be thrusting back as if she was trying to obtain the maximum amount of impact from Cecyme’s movement. It was about two minutes later when there was a long, loud scream from the violated Sarah as she jerked and convulsed in her bonds, and Isabella put the crop back on the table before turning around so that she could enjoy watching the young woman cry out in her orgasm

We will be lucky if we don’t end up in prison after what we have done to this poor helpless girl. They’ll probably lock all of us up, even though I’m bound and gagged and I tried my best to avoid tormenting her. Perhaps the worst part about this situation is that I’ve thrust into the lady, and even though I didn’t want to do it I’ve ended up very aroused as a result.

The woman looked at her captor in anger as the Mistress picked up the two eye pads, and she had a sinister smile on her face as she attached the pads back on the blindfold so that Cecyme was robbed of the sight. “You have really done it to that poor defenceless young lady, and I wonder what she thinks about you thrusting into her again and again. I can see that part of you has enjoyed it, though.”

Why have you bothered to cover my eyes? After all, there is nothing that you need to hide from me now. There were muffled sounds for a minute or so in front of the helpless woman, and she became worried that something very unpleasant was happening to the scout who had been taken prisoner. After everything went quiet, the pads over the woman’s eyes were removed and she found out that she could be surprised one more time, when she opened her eyes.

When Cecyme looked at the scout in front of her, the most obvious change was that the hood had been removed and the ball-gag had been exchanged for a harness ring gag. However, the bound woman gasped when she recognised the face of the scout who had been made to go through so much suffering at the hands of both Cecyme and her mistress.

OMG, it was you all along! I didn’t expect that I would end up doing this to you.

Re: Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 21

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Oct 05, 2014 5:04 am

You know, Isabella's imagination can be dangerous! Now who is this faux Girl Scout, really?... :big:
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

Cecyme - The Mishandled Mistress F+/F Part 22

Postby skybird137 » Wed Oct 15, 2014 6:56 am

Part 22

As the captive mistress looked at the full face of the ‘girl scout’, she could see how well the makeup was applied around the eyes so that it would fool anyone who couldn’t see all of the features. However, the head of the lady was no longer obscured by the hood, so although it had taken a few seconds for Cecyme to recognise the helpless woman, she was no longer in doubt as to who it was.

Megumi! You have been pretending to be the girl scout, and I have been completely fooled by your performance. There I was, worried sick about being involved in hurting some poor innocent girl who had made a bad mistake, and it was all for nothing as you must have enjoyed every moment of it. Both you and Mistress Isabella have deceived me in this little game, but you have made me feel so guilty. Why you-. All of the fear and worry had disappeared from the mind of the helpless woman at this point when she realised that it had all been a trick, but it wasn’t relief that replaced the feeling. Instead, Cecyme was experiencing the sexual frustration that had been building up in her body as a result of the thrusting and whipping, and this was combined with the anger and annoyance of having been fooled in this manner. In any normal situation, she would have given vent to her feelings by shouting out or pacing the floor and gesticulating, but all of this was denied to her as she was bound and gagged.

So, seeing as there was no other option left open to the bound woman, she pulled back as far as the strap attached to Megumi would let her, before thrusting herself against the oriental lady so that the phallus was buried deep into the intimacy of the other prisoner. There was an immediate response from the defenceless Megumi with her shrieking from the invasion of her body and she struggled in her bonds as she begged and pleaded through her gag.

It felt so good when I thrust into you, and if you think that I am going to stop now you are badly mistaken. I know that this is part of your act, so I am just going to ignore your behaviour. There was a second thrust by the helpless woman which was slow and soft instead of hard and fast, but it was followed by the same behaviour from the lady who was on the receiving end of this act. Cecyme continued with the same actions over a period of time, and she noticed that although the pretend scout still struggled, the sobs were interspersed with moans which showed that the lady was becoming aroused. So you are enjoying this, but you can really make a person have doubts about what they are doing to you. I’m surprised that you would still be here, as I’m sure that you would be a very good actress.

After a few minutes had passed, Cecyme increased the speed and intensity of the trusts into Megumi, and the helpless lady struggled even more as the phallus slid in and out of her tunnel of lust. The twitches of Megumi’s hips showed that her begging behaviour was a façade, and her moans grew louder as the thrusts continued to add more fuel to the flame of her desire. As Cecyme looked around, she noticed that Mistress Isabella was sitting in a chair, and the captor smiled as she watched what was happening in the middle of the room.

I have a feeling that this isn’t the first time you have seen this happen, and you must approve of what I am doing, otherwise you would have interfered by now. The thrusts became harder and faster still, and there was more contradictory behaviour from the tormented woman as she started the push back against Cecyme’s penetration movement, so that she could gain even more pleasure while bursting into tears at the same time. That’s incredible, even though you are highly aroused by what is going on, you can actually produce real tears at the same time so it looks as though you are suffering a great ordeal. I think that I should take you right up to the edge, but not allow you to go over and see how you react. It wasn’t long before Cecyme pushed against the helpless lady in front of her with greater speed and intensity, and the moaning and writhing of the captive indicated that she would soon be screaming from pure pleasure. As the woman continued, she monitored the behaviour of the lady who she was penetrating, and after another few minutes she realised that Megumi was right on the edge so she decided to slow down.

Although the captive tried her best not to give any indication that she had been denied the feeling of ecstasy, her sobbing increased in volume and she pushed herself against Cecyme even harder which indicated that she was desperate for her release. I have you now, as I know that you want me to be faster, so I will tease you by trying to keep you in this state for as long as possible. Whenever it seemed to Cecyme that Megumi was started to cool down a little, the thrusts increased until the oriental captive was taken up to almost the peak of her pleasure, before she was again denied the pure thrill which awaited her. As Cecyme was unable to get a clear view of the clock, she didn’t know just how long she had been teasing the poor woman who appeared to beg a little more when the thrusts slowed down. You must have incredible control to be able to at least partially pretend that you don’t want me to provide you with a climax. I can continue like this for some time to come, but this must be pure torture for you as you suffer from orgasm denial.

“Cecyme, I think that you have had enough fun with Sarah, so perhaps it is time you put her out of her misery in the most pleasant way possible.”

Seeing as this is a direct order from you, then I had better bring this to an end. Cecyme increased the speed thrusts until she could go no faster, and it wasn’t long before it had the desired effect on the powerless Megumi who emitted a long, loud scream before she jerked and twitched as she was deep in the throes of orgasm…

“She really is an amazing lady.” Mistress Isabella said in a low voice as she unbuckled all of the straps that were attached to the strap-on before placing it on a table and helping Cecyme to hop back to the bed. “Alicia wouldn’t believe me when I said how good Megumi was with her acting, so I used the same trick that you have just experienced. She was fooled just as much as you were, and she also decided to get her revenge in the same manner. I thought that it would be best if I replay this just so I could show you how effective Megumi can be.”

I’m not surprised that Alicia was fooled so easily as Megumi deserves an Oscar for her performance.

As Mistress Isabella continued to speak, she unbuckled the three straps that locked Cecyme’s arms to her sides, and the helpless lady wondered what was going to happen next. “What you must remember is that while Megumi is in her outfit, she is whoever she is pretending to be, and she will only react in that way. At the moment, she is still Sarah the girl scout and she will remain so until she is free and can get changed.” Once the buckles were removed from the captive mistress, Isabella walked over to the bent over Megumi and used the remote control to lower the hook that was attached to the armbinder, so that the captive would be able to stand upright. Once the hook was disconnected from the end of the armbinder, the Mistress bound the oriental lady’s arms to her body with the straps, with one each taken around her chest, above and below the breasts and the third was buckled around her waist and lower arms.

I have the feeling that our positions are about to be reversed, so I hope that Megumi won’t be too mad at me for tormenting me earlier. However, she is still ‘Sarah’ so maybe she will be gentle when it is her turn.

“Hop over here, slave Cecyme, and stand in front of the hook while facing the mirror.”

This isn’t much of a surprise, and I am feeling so aroused from this game that I need to have my lust sated for the moment. It took less than a minute for the helpless Cecyme to hop over to where the hook was hanging from the ceiling, and when she was in position, the captive made sure that she was facing the mirror. Even if the bound woman had not been ordered to look in this direction, she would have done so anyway because she wanted to see how both captives looked in the reflection. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen myself in this kind of situation, so it will be a first.

As the helpless woman stood on the spot, she watched as the hook that was hanging from the cable was attached to the ring on the end of her armbinder before her mistress used the remote control to winch up the hook. First, her hands were pulled away from her body before she had to start bending over, but soon she was forced to have her body parallel to the floor, while her hands were high above her back which left her held in a strict strappado position. I feel so strained like this, and it’s hard to keep my balance with my body almost hanging from the hook while I’m almost on tip toe. It’ll probably get worse when Megumi starts to thrust into me, though.

After Mistress Isabella had hoisted up the hook, she put the remote control next to the strap-on which was picked up before returning to the helpless Megumi who shrieked as her ponytails were pulled hard. “Sarah, this needs to be cleaned and seeing that you are supposed to be so helpful, you have just been volunteered for the job. If you don’t do a good job with your tongue, then I will have to place this shaft in some other part of your anatomy which you will hate even more.”

OMG, you wouldn’t go that far with Megumi, as she is acting after all. Although Cecyme did her best to look on from her new perspective, she had to strain her neck to watch as Isabella held onto Megumi’s ponytails with her left hand while positioning the tip of the phallus at the ring of the captive’s gag with the right hand. Despite the tearful protestations of the helpless lady, the end of the end was pushed into the gap that held her jaws apart, and she had no choice but to accommodate the item as it filled her mouth. The defenceless Megumi was sobbing as more and more of the shaft was forced into her mouth, and Cecyme was surprised at the fact that the other captive hadn’t choked on the item so far. I think that I would have suffocated if that much of the thing had ended up in my throat, but you seem to be coping quite well with it.

“Now, let’s see you have managed to clean this off well, because you are going to suffer if you haven’t.” Mistress Isabella took her time in pulling the shaft out of the mouth of the helpless captive, but she smiled as she examined the item which appeared to be clean. “See, I knew that you could do well in cleaning this, so I will attach to you so that you can have some fun with my bent over captive.” The hem of Megumi’s skirt was tucked into her waistband by her captor, which made it easier for the device to be strapped onto the front of her body, but instead of hopping behind the bent over Cecyme the pretend scout went over to the side and attempted to poke the clamp chain that hung from the lady’s nipples.

What are you up to now? Are you trying to do something nasty to me?

“Sarah, are you angry at what the naughty Cecyme did to you earlier?” Isabella said and there was a nod from the woman who pushed the phallus again the chain for a second time. “Do you think that I should tighten the clamps up on her nipples as punishment for her behaviour?” There was a second nod from the captive whose expression had turned to anger, and it was Cecyme’s turn to shake her head and beg as Isabella reached under the bent over woman with her hands.

No please, this is going to hurt! NO! As the screws of the clamps were tightened, Cecyme let out two screams as pain radiated out from her nipples and she cried out again as the chain was nudged by the shaft that stuck out from the front of the other woman.

“Do you think that I should attach something to the chain to make it hang tight, Sarah?” Megumi nodded, so the mistress walked over to a drawer from which she took a large padlock before returning to Cecyme and locking the shackle around the chain. There was another cry from the helpless woman as the padlock was released which tormented her nipples, and the captive realised that any little movement would inflict further suffering on her now that the chain was pulled tight by the added weight.

This is going to really make me suffer when Megumi takes advantage of me. As the bent over captive whimpered due to the ache in her breasts, she noticed that Isabella was sitting down in the chair while Megumi was hopping around so that she was behind the defenceless Cecyme. A few seconds later, she could feel the tip of the artificial shaft push its way between the folds of flesh that marked the gateway to her most sensitive area, and she shrieked just a moment later when Megumi thrust hard into her which caused the clamps to pull on her nipples.

“I think that you are going to found out that this is not going to be entirely pleasant, but I doubt that Sarah will take it easy especially after what you did to her.” As the mistress smiled, the woman in the strappado position cried out again as she had to endure another thrust from the lady who had become her tormentor.

The thrusts were gentle after this for a while, but although they were slow, there was still a constant motion which added fuel to the flame of the captive’s lust, even though it caused her to whimper due to the effect on her breasts. I can do nothing to stop you from causing me to experience pleasure and pain at the same time, and causing me to move forward in my precarious position even make me feel as if I am going to fall. Soon, the defenceless woman found herself moaning as the speed of the penetrations increased, but her cries increased in volume with the increase in the tugging at her nipples. After a few more minutes had passed, the woman felt an increase in the intensity of the thrusts and this meant that each feeling of pain in her breasts increased in strength as her body moved further forward. This is only going to get worse for me as time goes on.

It wasn’t long before the whimpers became distinct cries of pain as Megumi increased the hardness and speed of her actions, and Cecyme started to writhe in her bonds because her desire grew stronger with each passing situation. In other situations, this would provide her with pleasure but this time it also served to add to her torment, as the involuntary movements increased the distress on her bosom. She felt as though both the pain and the pleasure were increasing in step, as the lady who was penetrating her went faster and harder after every minute or so, and she wondered when she was going to start shrieking through her gag. At least I can get a little comfort by biting on the gag, but it isn’t much of a relief. My only hope is for Megumi to get this over and done with.

Somehow, Cecyme managed to avoid screaming through her gag, even though it seemed that her tormentor was banging into her every split second as she penetrated the captive in the strict bondage position with all of the strength and speed she could muster. At least the suffering lady knew that she was being taken closer and closer to her moment of bliss, so she thrust back against Megumi, even though it added to her pain.

However, just when Cecyme felt that she was going to reach the moment when nothing would matter to her, the thrusts stopped.

No, you must go on, I was so close! Cries of frustration were added to the shouts of pain as Cecyme struggled in her bonds from the denial that she was experiencing and her movements added to the torment that was inflicted by her clamps. I can’t even keep still because of the desire that has built up in me, and I’m inflicting more torment on my body as a result. It seemed to the helpless woman as if her torment of denial would go on forever, but Megumi started to thrust into Cecyme with full force and the captive emitted a series of screams as the pain in her breasts combined with the orgasm that engulfed her entire being…

(To Be Continued.)