Chapter 1 - Contact
"Hello
Mistress. I would like to visit you. My name is, Colin, and I wondered if you
do bondage?" I asked nervously. It was the first time I had made contact with a
dominatrix.
The
maid answered the phone, and then handed me over to the dominatrix, to answer
my enquiry.
"Hello,
Colin," a cheerful female voice said, "I can do anything you wish in the S and
M scene. From light bondage for beginners, to full restraint. I can tickle you,
or serve up some severe punishment, bordering on torture if that is your
desire? I have a fully equipped transvestite wardrobe, from school girl, to a wedding
dress. I am sure I can accommodate you. Whatever your preferences are," she
replied.
"If
I may, Mistress? You sound ideal, and I would like to book an appointment with
you. Would next Tuesday, in the afternoon, be suitable? If that is acceptable
to you, what would the erm, consideration be for an hour of your time?" I
asked, still nervous and wondering if I had made the right choice, and if I was
being as submissive as required.
"I
have booked you in. You must confirm the appointment in the morning of next
Tuesday, after ten o'clock, and before twelve o'clock. I can accommodate you at
say two o'clock, in the afternoon, for one hundred pounds. You may, if you wish,
bring a scenario for me to look at, but I will only do as I choose. I will try
and follow your scenario, as closely as possible for you, but I have limits on
what, I am willing to do. I should also warn you that I also want to be entertained.
I take my pleasures out of my client's bodies, if you know what I mean?" She
asked, leaving the sentence unfinished and hanging it had meaning that was none
too subtle.
"I
will do as you ask, and I look forward to meeting you," I said, and hung up.
I
write erotic novels for a living, and decided that if I experienced some of the
delights I wrote about then my stories would hopefully be more believable,
hence the reason for the appointment. You could call it research, all be it,
hopefully enjoyable research.
I
found her name on my computer, she was local, and I had looked at her web site.
It looked very interesting, and I would be able to quiz her about her trade, as
long as I was careful. I knew that sex was not on offer, but it also seemed a very
sexual experience, in an odd sort of way. Just being tied up didn't seem that
interesting, and I was afraid that if I had opted for pain, she would hurt me,
being a wimp. So I didn't ask for punishment, taking the soft option. I still wondered
if I had made the right choice. Just being tied up was not what I wrote about.
In some of my work the pain suffered by my victims was extreme, to say the
least.
The
equipment and punishments I wrote about all came from the web. I had seen the
equipment that was for sale and watched short films of people being punished. I
just then put a story around the punishment, exaggerating the amount of pain
and suffering, but it seemed to have worked as my books sold.
There
were four days before I would meet her. My ideas and scenarios all seemed to be
painful, as I delved into the reasoning behind, the bondage. Retribution and
punishment, for an alleged crime against women in general, were the basis of my
stories. Which always, inevitably, led to them suffering painful periods of
incarceration. I resolved that kidnap for a ransom, had the only basis from
which I would be able to ensure, she didn't use her cane on me, so I quickly
wrote, that down, just a paragraph was all I needed.
A
multimillionaire, had been kidnapped and held, for ransom. With the threat of
severe punishment if the ransom wasn't paid within a certain period, of time.
Then, I decided that she might just decide on a shorter period, of time.
Fearing the use of the cane on me, I removed the threat of punishment. I ended
up with a very simple scenario, which she couldn't get wrong, I hoped. I also
hoped that it wasn't too mundane for her, and boring.
At
ten o'clock on the Tuesday I rang her, and she said that everything was in
order, and that she would expect me, on time. It wasn't a suggestion, or
request, it was a direct instruction. Which took me aback, because of her being
so direct, but I accepted it, and continued with my morning's work. I ate lunch,
and then set out for the appointment.
I
found the place she worked from, and knocked on the door. A rather overweight
woman opened the door, and looked at me with disdain. She didn't look like the
woman I had supposedly booked my session with. Any photo can be put on the web
site, and I became nervous, but I was there now, so I introduced myself.
"Hello,
I am Colin," I said, hoping that she would invite me in. I also began to wonder,
if I had the right address.
"Hum,
come in," she said bluntly, her face deadpan, no smile, just an instruction. I
was getting nervous, the welcome wasn't very inviting, if anything it was
downright rude.
I
entered, and stepped to one side whilst she closed the front door, and took the
lead. I followed her down the hallway. At the end of the hallway, she stopped, and
opened a door for me to enter.
"Go
in here. The Mistress will join you as soon as she is free," she said, still
cold, uninterested and blunt.
She was a big woman, overweight, and not the
sort of woman I would be interested in. She was in her mid-forties, her hair was
already going grey, and she was an officious matronly type. Her clothing did
nothing to enhance her appearance, but she did tell me that the Mistress, would
join me. So that relieved my apprehensions somewhat, in that she was not, the Mistress.
I presumed that she was the maid that had answered the phone originally. I was
offered a cup of coffee, which I accepted.
I
went in and looked around. It was a small room with two easy chairs, a table
and a television set. On the left hand wall there was a shelf, with books on
it. Cheekily, I looked at them to see if my name was amongst them. I smiled as
I saw all six books lined up. I picked one up and it was well thumbed. I smiled,
acknowledging its obvious use, to titillate.
"Do
you always route around, in a stranger's house?" the voice from the doorway
said, not nastily, but in a commanding way, officiously.
I
turned around recognising the voice, as the woman I had spoken to on the phone,
when I was booking, the appointment.
"Erm,
oh no. I was admiring your collection, they," I said, she cut me off.
"Admiring
hey? You read them, do you?" She asked, less dictatorial, more showing an
interest in my reading habits, but still in a commanding voice.
"Erm,
yes, I have read them," I replied, a little nervous, not wishing to let on that
I had actually written them, at that moment in time.
"Yet
you seem to be nervous? Is this your first time with a Mistress?" She asked,
entering the room and coming closer to me.
"Yes,
it is, actually," I replied, nervously putting the book back on the shelf.
"So
you wish to find out if the books, or should I say? If the Madam, matches up to
the books. If so, you will be very disappointed. I do not, have sex with my
clients. Please do not ask. I will tie you up and leave you. I will cane you,
torture you, or tickle you, tied and teased, if you so wish. I also have a full
wardrobe for cross dressing, if that is your dream, but that, is as far as I
go. Perhaps I am not the person you are looking for. If sex, was part of your
scenario?" She said, as a question, being factual and blunt.
"No,
no, sorry can we start again? I-well-erm," I said, she cut me off again.
"The
book you were holding is a good story. There is a good plot line, but four
orgasms, or more, please? The rest is probable, or possible.
You
could be caned severely, beaten, and gagged with knickers that have been worn.
Your nipples can be clamped and weights hung on them, these are all things I do
daily, but six orgasms, really? It does stretch the imagination, more than just
a little," she said disbelievingly, with a smile.
"I-I
will tell the author, when I see them. Surely that is part of the author's tool
box? To make the unbelievable, believable, to suspend belief," I said, feeling
more at ease, she had just paid me a compliment, and smiled at me.
"I
have heard that one before, as well. Knowing the author. They usually are
hoping for a reduction in my consideration. It does not, work," she said, still
smiling.
I
smiled back at her, "Really. Shall we say? That I do know the author, very
well, in fact. I would also like to say. That I expect to get paid, for my
time. Why should I wish to deprive you of what you deserve for your time?" I
asked, being bold and taking back control of, the situation.
"I
seem to have hit a nerve. There are so many people who seem to know this
particular author. She must be a mistress, and with a substantial clientele. Yet
they all seem to end up here. Perhaps I am not as vicious, more restrained,
than she appears to be in the books?" she asked, smiling at me.
"I
can assure you the author, is not, a Mistress. They are, an author, just that,"
I said, I had the edge, and she was groping. I liked that sort of control on
any situation. I knew more than she did.
"Well
seeing as you know her, so well. Perhaps on your next visit, should you decide
to come again after this session? You would get her to autograph a copy, for
me?" she asked indirectly, testing me, smiling a, 'Got you now, smile.'
There
it was, the challenge. That was what I was expecting, "Which one shall I take,
then? Or, perhaps you would prefer the author, to autograph their new novel? It
is due out next month," I offered, with a smile to compliment hers, now taking
back control, this was fun.
I
had just scored again, thirty, fifteen to me I believed. I had also thrown down
the gauntlet. I had control, or so I thought.
"A
new novel, interesting? I have not heard anything about that, and I do have
some excellent spies in my clientele. I usually have the first copy,
immediately it is released. Now, there is a challenge for you. Get me one. Before,
it is released," she said, taking back control. This was fun for her, as well.
I could tell from the smile, she was enjoying our banter.
I was beginning to like her. She had a very
nice smile, a cheeky smile, and her wicked sense of humour was a killer.
"The
price of the new book will be twelve ninety nine, as usual," I said, smiling
back.
"Now
that, is cheeky, very cheeky. I might have to use the cane on you, slave. It
would be a gift, for a bountiful and wickedly tormenting, Mistress," she said,
teasing me.
"Now,
who is being cheeky? You would deprive the author of their consideration for
their time?" I asked smiling, and getting more and more desperate, to laugh.
"The
price of the book which is usually, twelve ninety nine, as you said, but
autographed for free, no ok. I will pay, thirteen pounds. I will give her a
penny, for the ink in the pen with which she signs, the book," she said, still
with that wicked smile that lit her face.
"You
drive a hard bargain, but I agree, on one condition. You must swear that you
will promote the books, and never tell anyone. How you got the book,
prepublication," I said.
"Ok,
Why? How well do you know, the author? Are you screwing her? Are you now going,
or hoping to cheat on her, with me?" she asked, with a glint in her eye, and raising
her voice, as if in shock.
"Very
well, very well indeed, and no. I am not screwing her, as you put it," I said.
"Very
well, very well indeed? That's an odd way to put it. A relative, lover, or
wife?" she asked, groping.
"Maybe,"
I said, now it was my turn to be evasive.
"The
author, is your wife?" she asked, as if shocked.
"I
would imagine that one screwed, one's wife? I said that I was not, screwing the
author," I said, smiling at the look on her face, as she tried to work out the
relationship.
"And
a lover, you would also be screwing, one presumes? So a relative, very
interesting. She has to be a female relative, your mother, sister, auntie, or
niece, quite a range to choose from?" she said, with a question in her voice,
still probing me for the answer, but I was not yet prepared to give it to her,
enjoying the banter.
"Who
said female? Never heard of a pen name, a non de plume?" I asked, throwing her
a curved ball.
"That,
is so nasty. Opening up the whole gambit. Do I know, the person?" she asked, taking
a wild stab, at who it was.
"I
don't know everyone you know. And usually, people who visit you do not boast
about it, do they?" I asked, phew got out of that one, she nearly caught me out.
"No,
true, but why come to me then? Did they send you?" she asked, cocking her head
to one side, enquiringly.
"No.
I found your name on the computer, as I said," I replied, enjoying our little
game.
"You
are teasing me. Don't worry, you will regret it, later. I do have ways of
getting my own back, or extracting information. Now strip, and follow me, hang
your clothes up neat and tidy," she said, formally.
"I
did as you requested, and wrote a scenario. Which did not require me, to
strip," I said.
"Very
good then, follow me. I take it then you do not wish to utilise the cross
dressing facility, which I find strange. You did enquire about that element
within my repertoire, didn't you?" She asked, probing and testing me.
"If
I may be so bold? I asked, what did you offer? You informed me of that
facility, I, did not ask," I said.
"Just
testing. You will have to be taught some manners. I am never wrong. If I say
that you enquired, you did. Whether or not you actually did, is irrelevant,"
she said, the cheeky smile broadened, as she spoke.
She
led me out of the room across the hall and down into the cellar, it was laid
out in a dungeon style setting. There were four rooms off the corridor, she
showed me into a small room with a window painted on the far wall. There were
bars fixed over the painting, like a prison cell. The room had shackles hanging
from the ceiling, a mattress on the floor, and a bucket, in one corner.
"Bondage,
takes many forms, your," she said paused, sighed and pulled a face, "I would
hate to call two lines, a scenario. But, your questionable 'scenario,' requires
imprisonment, as a kidnap victim. I do not tranquilise my clients. It takes too
long for them to recover, before I can exact pain on them. Therefore, I must
ask that you place your hands behind your back," she said, cocking her head to
one side, questioningly and disappointed at my two lines.
I
put my hands behind my back and felt the cold steel of the shackles being put
on them. She came around the front and then picked up a blindfold, and put that
on me. I didn't argue, she was after all following the basic scenario I had
handed to her. A kidnap victim would be blindfolded. Then I felt something go
around my neck, and it was attached to the chain from the ceiling. She took my
hands and lifted them up my back, and fastened them to, I presumed, the collar
around my neck. I realised what it was when she fastened it. Finally, she put
the shackles on my ankles, and then left me, closing the internal gate, and
locking it.
"You
seem to be well and truly trussed up, and unable to escape. The shackles are
real. I will return in. No. Come here, take three steps forward," she said, I
stood still there was no way a victim would just do, as told. I was playing her
game, "Being the victim hey, ok," she said and opened the gate, "And you are acting
as the victim, would do. So I will do as the jailer, would do. I shall punish
you, for not doing as told, but later. For now, open your mouth," she said.
This
time, I did as asked, and she pushed some cloth in my mouth, and then put tape,
over my lips.
That
was when the acrid taste surfaced in my mouth, I pulled my face.
"Ah,
we do have taste buds, do we? You realised that like your so called friend. I can
also use, worn knickers as a gag. I think now that you are well and truly held.
I will only release you when you agree to, my terms. Just like a kidnapped
person.
I
will hand you a phone, and you will ring this so called friend of yours, and you
will ask for the book that is next to be published.
Perhaps
a week or two in my dungeon, will teach you not to take the piss. Speaking of
which, you do remember that I suggested, nay, told you to strip. Oh heck, what
a mess? No hands and trousers still in place, hah well, your problem," she said,
and closed the inner gate, and then the outer door with a bang. Turning the
locks noisily to make sure I heard them.
Being
a prisoner is not what it is alleged to be. I was soon bored, and began to
think about the next story line, which gave me a hard-on, and as usual that was
followed by the desire to have a pee.
It's
funny how a normal thing, which we do without serious consideration and
thought, suddenly, becomes a serious problem. One which you delve deeply into,
trying to find a solution, and I could not find one. Other than to hold on
until she returned, the hour must soon be up, or so I hoped.