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Leashing the Lawyer
(Melissa DuVant)
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Leashing the Lawyer Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter Four: A Lovely Display To Sophia. For someone that says they're not a domme, you seem pretty good at it! Rosalind flicked her whip, making it sing through the air, smiling as she heard it crack against flesh, her target yelping in pain. They tried to cover themselves, but their hands were tied to the bed, their cock erect and exposed. She blew a kiss at them, watching as their thighs tensed, unable to close their legs to protect themselves. In the thigh-high leather boots, it was easy and pleasurable to strut across the floor of the hotel suite, her corset scarcely needed but hugging her figure, elbow-length gloves covering her arms, and a mask covering her face. 'What a silly man you are.' She approached, using the back of her hand to knock against their cock as she sat on the edge of the bed. 'Did you think you could buy me? That I am some slut, to be bought for your pleasure?' Through the fat gag she had shoved into their mouth, they tried to say something, but it was incomprehensible. 'Not that your money isn't unwelcome, but I prefer to be more of a free spirit. Not tied down.' She tickled her fingers down his naked body, smiling as she watched him shiver. 'And you've never seen my face, when I know everything about you. Certainly enough to know that certain other parties would be very interesting in some pictures.' He tensed up, suddenly uncertain as she reached over to her bag of toys, pulling out a polaroid camera. He started to struggle, but the ropes were too strong, and the bed too heavy, as Rosalind continued to stroke his cock, before suddenly grabbing his balls and squeezing, taking pleasure in his gasp of pain. 'This is going to be very profitable. For me, at least.' She tightened her grip until he stopped wriggling around, taking a picture of him, the flash bright and sharp. 'Smile!' The camera whined as the flash recharged, and she started to pump his cock, ignoring his gasps of protest... *** Rosalind shook her head, shaking off the memory with a smile. That had been a few years ago - profitable, pleasurable, but behind her now. Not that anyone from back then had ever managed to track her down! Mercifully, as a lot of them probably wouldn't be very happy with her. But she had profited well from it, the money used to make the life she now had - she looked around the luxurious office, the bookshelves on the walls filled with art and leather-bound lawbooks, her framed law degree and doctorates in pride of place, everything she had earned for office. The intercom on her desk rang, and she tapped the button with a manicured fingernail. The cut-glass accent of her secretary sounded though - attractive and easy enough to bully into obedience, her body helping to keep some of the more troublesome clients distracted, or blackmail them into making appropriate decisions. 'It's your eleven 'o'clock, Miss Russel. Shall I send her in?' Rosalind bought up the files - it had been rather vague, someone wanting "legal guidance" without giving any details. Well, that could probably be milked for quite a few well-paid hours. 'Make them wait a few minutes, then send them in. Oh, and make me a coffee.' 'Yes, Miss Russel.' Rosalind shifted around in her leather-padded chair, loving the cushioning of it, the sheer heavy and luxurious expense of it, all for her to sit her cute butt on. Several minutes later, the door opened, the secretary walking in with a tray in her hands, her office outfit showing off her slender waist and petite breasts. Behind her was another woman, wearing an expensive designer dress of soft red, with a heavy metal necklace around her neck, a belt of metal rings around her waist. The secretary approached, carefully taking the coffee from the tray and putting it in front of Rosalind, not wanting to be told off for any spillages. The thick, black stuff smelled divine, Rosalind inhaling it deeply. The secretary curtseyed, the motion showing off her low-buttoned blouse and cleavage, before retreating, hiding behind the tray. The woman walked confidently forward, 3-inch heels sinking into the carpet, bright red leather on stockinged feet. She was obviously wealthy - the dress alone was probably several thousand pounds, and the heavy metal bracelets on the woman's tanned wrists must be custom one-offs as well. The metal necklace looked uncomfortably heavy, sitting snugly around her throat and collar-bones. Well-cared for hair curled down her back, auburn tints matching the red dress. She took a seat opposite Rosalind, as she sipped her coffee. It tasted a little more bitter than usual - had the dumb bitch messed it up somehow? 'Miss Russel?' She leaned forward, arm extended, a strangely ornate ring glinting, the thing spiked and ornate, clashing with the otherwise-sleek appearance of the woman. Rosalind reached forward to shake the woman's hand, grasping it firmly but not roughly, glad that the woman wasn't rude enough to engage in macho strength-posturing. Her hand brushed the ring, the metal pricking at her skin. She managed to suppress a hiss of pain, instead smiling back at the woman, confident in her position. 'Yes. And you are Mrs. Hathering?' The name tickled her memory, but she couldn't place it. Probably someone she'd dealt with before? 'Sarah Hathering, yes.' She stared at Rosalind, eyes unwavering. 'We're going to be dealing with each other rather a lot.' She opened up her clutch purse, and pulled out her mobile phone, pressing her finger against it to unlock it. 'It would be inconvenient for you if some of your prior business matters were to come to light.' A video started to play, and then the woman held up the phone. It was showing a black-and-white video, a timestamp ticking past, high up in the corner of a bedroom. Rosalind's heart froze as a figure clad in black latex strode in, hips swaying, whip in hand, recognizing herself. 'Who... How...' She spluttered, her confidence shattered. 'You enriched yourself quite considerably at my husband's expense. And that of several other business associates.' She tapped the screen again, freezing the image. 'If you behave, then your current life may continue relatively unimpeded. Otherwise, you may find yourself rather more... constrained.' She continued to stare into Rosalind's eyes, who couldn't look away. 'You should be kinder to your staff. Your secretary was kind enough to let me slip something into your drink. Which should be taking effect soon, and then we can talk rather more. My husband is especially looking forward to seeing you again. But you'll be taking some leave from work first. I hope you had nothing important scheduled?' Rosalind tried to move, but her body refused to obey, slack and numb. 'I've paid for your time for an hour, so we may as well have some fun.' She reached into her clutch and pulled out tightly-knotted rope, tied into a loop, pulling it free with a single tug, the length of it slithering loose. She walked around the desk, Rosalind still desperately trying to move herself, her body cold and unresponsive, as one of her arms was placed on the arm of the chair, rope winding around it, then tying that into place as well. She could feel the cords biting into her skin, the woman pulling it tight, before bending over to loop it around Rosalind's ankles and tying them to the chair-legs. 'Hmmm, your body is lovely. Master will be pleased!' She squeezed a breast, Rosalind wanting to object to being used in such a way, but she couldn't vocalize. Dribble was starting to ooze up inside her mouth, trickling over her lips and down her chin. The woman undid Rosalind's blouse, nodding in appreciation. 'It might be some time before you are permitted clothing, but at least you have good style.' The lacey bra Rosalind was wearing met with approval, Rosalind wanting to glare daggers at the woman, but she couldn't raise her head to meet the woman's eyes. Her chin was grasped, tilting her head back, the woman leaning in and kissing her on the lips, tongue sliding intrusively into Rosalind's mouth. Her taste was sweet, tongue warm as it slid against Rosalind's own before withdrawing. 'You taste good. Nice and clean.' She kissed Rosalind again, for longer this time, her own perfume overpowering as she pushed herself up against Rosalind's drugged body, one hand stroking down her body, feeling beneath the waistband of her skirt, undoing the clasp and pulling it open. 'Let's give you the rest of your dose.' She picked up the coffee cup and raised it to Rosalind's lips - she could see gritty lumps in the black liquid, more aware of a medicinal tang in the steam. With her body paralyzed, there wasn't anything she could do as a trickle of the liquid was poured into her mouth, the taste bitter, flowing down her throat. She wanted to resist, but didn't want to drown, having to let the stuff pour into her, filling her belly. How long would it take for the effect to wear off now? When the cup was empty, the woman put it aside, then looked down at Rosalind's now-bare legs, her crotch covered only by a thong. 'Master prefers stockings, but only on slaves that have proven worthy.' She hooked a finger beneath the thong and yanked, the material snapping, before lifting it to her face and sniffing. 'Good, clean, unused slut. It will be a pleasure to break you in.' A flush was starting to come over her features, her arousal worrying Rosalind - what might the crazy bitch do to her? Her body still wasn't responding to her commands, limbs refusing to move, her head tilted upwards still. Fingers pushed against her lips, pushing them open, the thong getting shoved inside. She could taste herself, the flavor of her own flesh strong, soaking up her dribble. 'Now, time to play.' The woman took Rosalind's phone and pushed it against Rosalind's finger-tip, unlocking it. 'Master doesn't allow me one myself, but yours will do.' 'Now, let's make a movie.' She propped it up on the desk, so that the camera was pointing at Rosalind, careful to keep herself out of frame. 'Try and look good for the camera.' Rosalind tried to move her tongue, wanting to push the thong out of her mouth, but was utterly paralyzed, feeling the cold flush of shame starting to pulse through her veins. If this got out, then she'd be ruined! She focused herself, desperately willing her body to move, to get free, able to feel the ropes biting into her wrists and ankles, but still cold and unable to move. 'Hmmm, you do have good taste.' The woman went to the shelves, picking up a red harlequin mask and tying it over her face. 'Master will like these. He may even let me have one or two for myself. Now, let's begin.' She produced a wide red ribbon and a vibrator egg, a wire attaching it to a controller. 'I wonder how often you touch yourself. You certainly used to be quite active.' Her hands moved between Rosalind's thighs, pushing them apart, fingers teasing at her slit and pushing the vibrator in. She was still dry, the thing scraping her walls despite the smooth plastic, before it was turned on, starting to buzz away. The feeling was attractive and enticing, warming her up despite her paralysis, her juices welling up, making the vibrator feel less intrusive. 'You like that, don't you? Well, this may be the last orgasm you experience for some time.' She walked behind Rosalind, wrapping the ribbon around her neck, making sure the material was flat against Rosalind's skin, before leaning down to kiss her ear and whisper. 'Remember to smile for the camera.' As the vibrator buzzed away, she leaned back, the ribbon suddenly tightening around Rosalind's neck. It cut off her air, forcing her to make desperate whining grunts. The warmth was building up between her legs, the vibrator teasing and pleasing her, sparks bursting in her eyes. The ribbon released, and she was able to draw in a convulsive breath, before the ribbon snapped tight again. She could feel the woman's breasts pushing against the back of her head, feeling her tongue loll from her mouth as she was choked again, denied the air she needed, pain stabbing her lungs as they screamed for air. As her vision faded, the ribbon released itself, allowing her a short stab of oxygen, before it tightened again. And throughout, the vibrator kept going, warming her up even as she fought to breathe, her body feverishly hot, despite the drug in her veins. She could feel moisture between her legs, her pussy-juices flowing now that the vibrator was twisting around, stimulating her although not enough to get off. The only sound she could make was desperate whines and pants, unable to form her lips to make anything more coherent, her thong now soaked through with her spit, wrapping around her tongue. No matter how she tried, she couldn't move herself, only sit here and suffer, on the edge of both unconsciousness and orgasm, the ribbon brutally tight around her neck before being loosened just enough to let her gulp in desperate inhalations, then biting into her flesh again. All the time, her phone was recording, the red light flashing, the screen showing her own face, cheeks bright red, eyes bulging, sweat beading down her face and chest, mascara running down from her eyes. The vibrator felt larger now, her body weak, starved of air the edge of orgasm an oncoming crash. The woman kissed her ear, a sharp nip that kept her conscious a little longer, and then it hit, the ribbon brutally tight. It consumed her entirely, wiping away any conscious thought, her lungs burning as she collapsed into a dark pit, unconsciousness claiming her. Rosalind shivered, the air too warm around her virtually naked body, as Sarah pulled on the leash attached to a collar. Although it was nice and sunny outside, she wanted to wrap her arms around herself for protection, but couldn't. She could feel leather straps snug against her skin, a harness around her body, tight against the inside of her thighs and around her breasts, a vibrator still lodged into her pussy. Her hands were chained to thigh-bands, stopping her moving them more than slightly, the only thing keeping her from being naked a short leather jacket, coming to partway down her thighs, tied around her waist with a sash, her hands in the pockets, chains running through to the thigh-bands. She had been dressed like this when she woke up, stripped and bound into the harness, the straps bound between metal rings, buckled tight, the vibrator still inside her wet slit as the drug had worn off. A gag had been pushed between her lips, a rubber prong violating her throat and making it hard to breath, a leather panel sealing her lips entirely, then covered with a cotton breathing mask to hide it, the gag-straps hidden behind her hair. The coat was done up, but the only thing keeping it shut was a sash, and if that fell open, then she would be entirely exposed. 'Master doesn't let me drive, so we'll have to walk. I do hope you won't cause a fuss? I'm sure you wouldn't want to be exposed in public like this.' She held up a remote control, linked to the vibrator, slowly nudging the slider up a notch. The effect was immediate, the thing twisting around with greater speed, making her gasp, feeling the rubber cock in her throat even more acutely, before it was slid back down, to just a slow and steady pulse. 'So will you be a good girl? Or do I need to leash you to a lamppost like a naughty dog?' Rosalind wanted to growl, to snarl and bite, but was in no position to fight back, unable to use her hands, and aware that if she struggled too much, her coat would open. But the woman was attracting attention herself, her figure-hugging dress and attractive figure getting attention from men passing by, not helped by the way she smiled at them, and shook her hips when she walked. She took a step backwards, so that she was alongside Rosalind, interlocking her arm with Rosalind's, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. This hid the leash, now between them, but would make it even harder to escape. 'Don't worry, it's not far.' They kept walking down the street, Rosalind wanting nothing more than to hide, the air caressing her legs and between her thighs, a heavy flush of humiliation coming over her every time someone looked at them. 'Of course, if you want to be useful, I'm sure there are those that would appreciate you.' She turned, forcing Rosalind to turn as well, gesturing at a beggar, sat on several sheets of cardboard, wrapped up in multiple layers despite the warmth, holding up a cardboard sign begging for money. 'I wonder when the last time he got to enjoy sex was? Perhaps you should offer him your body?' She stepped forward, Rosalind having to move with her, feeling the coat shift, the leather warm against her skin, sticking slightly to her skin. She shook her head and grunted from behind the gag. This was bad enough, but to be used and violated by some beggar? His clothing looked dirty and rank, he probably hadn't washed for weeks, and even the thought of his cock turned her stomach, making her feel nauseous. 'Oh? So you wouldn't want me to tie you to a park railing and leave you for anyone that wants you?' She grunted again, feeling her hair against the top of her neck as she desperately shook her head. To be used by anyone? No, of course she didn't want that! 'Then you should be a good girl, and obey me.' She tapped a finger against the panel-gag. 'And this might get removed. You have such pretty lips, although they look better with a cock between them. So, will you come with me and not act up, or do I have to leave you as street-meat?' Rosalind whined, before nodding, that motion making the cock scrape her throat again, and she had to struggle not to gag and choke. The woman patted her on the head. 'Good girl. Public obedience is the first step. Now, this way.' She started to walk faster, Rosalind having to struggle to keep up, her heels feeling awkward and heavy, seeming to find every crack in the pavement, in contrast to the woman's own elegant strides, her hip pushed close against Rosalind's own. Every time anyone else brushed against Rosalind, she felt a sting of panic, hoping that they wouldn't catch the coat and make it pull away from her body. She didn't want to be naked and exposed in public! |