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Part 4.
Humiliation and helplessness.
In silence the duo headed down the corridor. Headed towards the door still marked 2c. Eleanor’s smile spreading ever broader as she noticed how. Her now crest fallen former nemesis shuffled. Just as she herself had done. When escorted off to the very same classroom way too often in her youth.
“Ah yes. I think this setting will suit my purposes to perfection. Though you still look far to comfortable. Far to respectable”, Eleanor announced. When. After what to Lesley seemed like the longest walk. The walk of doom. They entered the former classroom.
“So why don’t you go stand over there in the corner. Facing the wall. Just as you had me do. Why don’t you lift up your skirt. Raise it up above your waist. Place your hands upon your head. For I’m sure it’s time you understood just how it made me feel”, Eleanor commanded. Knowing it would leave her former nemesis suitably humiliated. Suitably fearful.
“Yes Miss Richardson”, Lesley managed to utter. Before with a sinking feeling. Realising her own actions had indeed come back to haunt her. She obeyed the forceful order. Before she walked over to the corner. Hitched up her skirt. As she’d made many another do whilst hall monitor. Placed her hands upon the back of her head. Felt the shame and humiliation she’d inflicted on Eleanor. On others too.
“Oh, now, now. You know the stance well enough”, Eleanor remarked as she stepped in close. As she pushed her hand between Lesley’s thighs. Forcing them apart.
“But then I’m sure you’re bracing yourself for the strap. To feel the burn from leather against these firm little butt cheeks”, Eleanor stated. Her hot breath falling upon Lesley’s neck. Making the frightened woman tremble all the more.
“Well luckily for you. It simply wouldn’t do to have your arse streaked with angry red marks. As you’re pictured in tight bindings. As you’re videoed struggling and moaning in a vain attempt to free yourself”, Eleanor added. Taking a step back. Taking the opportunity to look over her unfortunate victim.
“So I guess you’ll just have to wait and wonder what might happen next. Wait right where you are. Knowing the slightest movement may lead to a different kind of punishment”, Eleanor taunted. Taking out her phone. Preparing to make an important call. A call that to the uninitiated meant very little.
“But first. I need to make a call. Make sure my special someone knows why I’m running late. Suggesting she comes and joins us both”, Eleanor added. Smiling broadly. Experiencing the first. Unexpected feelings of arousal. Feeling the need for her lover to be near her.
“Hello my sweet. I’m sorry to say I’ll be late home tonight”, Lesley heard Eleanor say. No doubt signalling to her lover that she’d found her first participant. First star of Damsels4you.
“But. Please don’t worry yourself. For I think this evening is about to get very interesting indeed”, she heard Eleanor state. With clear intention in her tone. As she felt herself sway. Knowing her time there would be about more than just the binding and gagging required for her role as bondage model.
Though she remained blissfully unaware. Unable to see Eleanor’s demeanour. Couldn’t sense. That her tormentors heart was all a flutter. Knowing she was about to get even the smallest amount of revenge on a women who haunted her memories. Appeared in so many of her nightmares. Unaware. That her employers pulse was racing. Because of her love for Rebecca. A love that was impossible to measure.
“So why don’t you jump in your car. Why don’t you come join us. As I can promise you. What is about to happen. Will prove to be very, very entertaining. And you know what that means my pet”, she heard Eleanor add. Unaware that the short pause. That followed. Was only due to Eleanor shutting down her phone. And walking up close behind her.
“Now where were we my dear”, she heard Eleanor whisper in her ear. The warm breath upon her neck sending shivers down her spine. Unpleasant shivers down her spine.
As she feared just what was about to follow. Wasn’t surprised to feel Eleanor’s hand slip up between her thighs. Stop only once it was humiliatingly resting against her crotch. For she’d done the same to her victims. All those years ago. Never thinking for a moment the shoe would end up on the other foot.
“Ahhhhh”, She gasped. Foolishly pulling away from Eleanor’s touch. Foolishly straining to avoid Eleanor’s grasp.
“Now, now you of all people should know the consequences of such an action”, Eleanor hissed in the ear of her fallen nemesis.
“So let’s try this again shall we. Only this time be aware. Should you pull away again. Should you try and avoid my touch. You’ll be wearing these pretty little lace panties and stockings somewhere you’d rather not”, Eleanor threatened. Her tone leaving no doubt about her seriousness.
“Aaahhhhhh. I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, Lesley gasped. Finally understanding the humiliation she’d inflicted upon Eleanor and others. Although they’d not been sexually aware at the time. Had no understanding of its implications.
“Oh I’m sure you are my dear. But then unlike myself. Unlike the others you dragged in here. You assaulted in such a way. Who you humiliated with your unwanted intrusion. That you spanked until we cried. You’re the lucky one. At least for now”, Eleanor stated. Though her words held plenty of foreboding. Did little to sooth the older woman’s fears.
“After all. As I’ve already stated. We can’t have you displaying a bright red arse it the shots. For our prospective members would be so puzzled. So disappointed they’d not seen you receive your just deserts”, Eleanor added. Slowly. Gently caressing Lesley’s womanhood. Slowly. Gently arousing Lesley in ways she shouldn’t. In ways Lesley wished to avoid.
“But still. Time is matching on. And you’ve got a few restrictive hours ahead of you yet”, Eleanor commented. Once satisfied Lesley was suitably moist in the crotch. Was at least slightly aroused. Like it or not.
“Now remember stay still. Don’t turn to watch my actions. Don’t shuffle around. Even a little”, Eleanor instructed. As she withdrew her hand. As she stepped back. Preparations needing to be made. Equipment needing to be chosen.
“Yes. Yes Miss Richardson”, Lesley responded. As fearfully she listened to Eleanor moving around. Her imagination running wild. Wild with visions of all the terrible. Horrifying medieval torture equipment she was preparing. With visions of all the chains and whips she was preparing.
Which is no doubt why. When told to turn around. Told to face the front. Face Eleanor. The sight that greeted Lesley was a relief. All be only a slight one. For there was no sign of any chains. Nor whips either. No strange looking torture instruments that could or would course immense pain. Only coil upon coil of soft looking white rope. A roll of shiny black tape. And a strange looking bullet shaped devise she didn’t recognise.
“Okay. Now let us begin. Adjust your skirt. Come join me here in the centre of the room”, Eleanor’s next command instructed. And dutifully Lesley obeyed. Pausing just long enough to correct her tight black skirt. To smooth it down over her black lace panties and butt. To cover the tops of her hold up stockings.
“That’s better”, Eleanor stated. As she walked around her trembling victim. Her broad smile doing little to convince Lesley her humiliation was over.
“And I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know. I’ve decided just what I want this first session to include”, Eleanor continued. With delight in her tone.
“So strip. Start with your blouse. Then your heels. And finish with your skirt”, Eleanor instructed. Revealing in the look of shock upon the woman’s face. Whilst showing no sign of empathy.
“But do it slowly. So I can gather the images I require. The images our members will enjoy. Do it sensually. So the movie camera can catch your every action. Make it look like it delights you to please those who are watching on. Those who are flicking through the pictures”, Eleanor continues as she stepped back out of camera shot.
“Do not look at me. Do not look at the camera’s. Not the one I’m holding. Not those angled to show your embarrassment. Your clearly well looked after figure”, Eleanor added. With glee. For she was enjoying every second of the suffering she coursed.
“Oh no. Don’t concern yourself with the cuffs my dear”, Eleanor pointed out. Camera raised to her eye.
“Simply begin to slowly unbutton your blouse from top to bottom”, Eleanor instructed. As the camera clicked for the first time.
“That’s good. But ease it open with each button undone. Don’t cover your modesty before me. Before the camera”, Eleanor continued. Whilst moving from side to side. The camera now constantly clicking. Catching every action. Capturing the look of shame. Of humiliation on Lesley’s face.
“Okay. Now gently peel it off you shoulders. Let it drop down your body. Slid down your arms. Land upon the floor”, Eleanor ordered. Still not flinching from her responsibilities behind the camera.
“Oh dear. Looks like someone wasn’t overly blessed in certain departments”, Eleanor taunted. Making reference to the older woman’s rather small breasts. Realising she’d have quite some editing to perform when it came to the video.
“But never mind. I’m sure the members will still enjoy seeing them surrounded by rope. Squeezed together just a little”, she commented. With a smile as she gestured to Lesley. That she should continue to undress.
And of course the shame faced former bully did just that. Starting with the raising of first her left leg. So as instructed she could remove her shoe. Display her stocking foot. An action quickly duplicated with her right leg. Her other shoe.
“Excellent you remembered just what to do. Though it mattered not when we acted so obediently. But then I’m sure you remember that. Were glad to see our continued shame. Our continued humiliation”, Eleanor commented. In a derogatory tone. As if taunting the memories of her youth.
“So please don’t rush the skirt. Do a few little turns as you slowly work it down that firm little arse. Allow me the chance to get a nice close up of that surprisingly firm little butt you sport so well. Let’s show those who will become members your wears shall we”, Eleanor teased. Delighting in her actions. In her victims suffering.
“Umm very nice. Although I think in the future. You’d best ensure your underwear matches my dear. For it would. From my research. Appear that those who will join Damsels4you. Who will subscribe to the regular updates. Along with those who will simply search through the individual sets. Looking for what appeals to their own unique kink. Much prefer that look”, Eleanor informed. Making it clear. Lesley would be back for more visits. Would be attending the former Grainger Town Primary school. On a somewhat regular basis.
“Perfect. But you know. It seems that. Now. There’s something missing. Something very important that needs to be addressed”, Eleanor stated. Whilst placing the camera back upon the table nearby.
“Missing?” A puzzled Lesley responded. Before she realised. Just what Eleanor was referring to. Just what she had in mind. For she was already unraveling the first coil of rope. Was already folding it in half.
“Oh yes. For we seem to be missing the main reason for your prolonged stay. Your binding. Gagging. Oh and that something extra I’ve decided to include”, Eleanor responded. Moving back into camera shot. Though normally she’d have switched them off first.
“So. I think we’ll have those wrists of yours behind the back”, Eleanor half informed, half instructed. As she stepped behind Lesley. Her evil grin not slipping in the slightest.
“Oh yes I think this will do nicely”, Eleanor commented. Mainly to herself. As she placed the first loop around Lesley’s right wrist. Followed almost instantly by a second loop around the left.
“But Miss Richardson the ropes so very tight”, Lesley acknowledged with a gasp. As she felt her former victim form not one, not two, but five figure of eight passes around her slim wrists. As she felt her cinch every pass with a nice secure knot.
“Ah well it’s meant to be. For there’ll be no slacking here at Damsels4you. The viewers. The subscribers with see real woman in real bondage”, Eleanor informed as she stepped back to admire her work thus far. As she picked up the camera once more to get a few in progress shots for the members section.
“Oh. Err. I see”, Lesley muttered. Though in reality she didn’t. For in her mind. It made no sense that the bindings should be so real. So effective. That her forthcoming helplessness should be guaranteed. Should be genuine.
“Good. Then let’s continue. Unless you wish to make this an overnight stay. Shall we”, Eleanor stated. The frustration in her tone. Hiding her arousal perfectly.
“And these little mounds most certainly need a little enhancement”, Eleanor added. As from behind she cupped Lesley’s small breasts. Her hands kneading them. Squeezing them.
“Do not move. Let the ropes guide your arms. Your body and posture too”, Eleanor instructed. When as promised she began to fit a nice snug harness around her breasts.
The rope passing both above and below. Squeezing them together just as Eleanor had indicted it would. Though Lesley. Had at the time thought her tormentor was only making light of the situation. Was only trying to humiliate her further.
“Ah yes this looks wonderful. It’s most certainly highlighted these rather small mounds Mother Nature as decided to bless you with”, Eleanor taunted as once more she allowed her hands stroke and caress Lesley’s breasts.
“But we really do need to bind these arms too. After all I think the members will savour your added helplessness”, Eleanor commented. Reluctantly releasing her grip. Though inside her mind. Plenty of humiliation, shame and torment lay in Lesley’s future.
“Although. With that said. You’ll be pleased to know. I’m feeling generous this evening. Especially considering you’ll be remaining tightly trussed up for a good hour or more. So I won’t make it too unbearable. This time”, Eleanor added. Though once more her words filled Lesley with dread. The thought of an hour or more bound, gagged, helpless and at the mercy of her former victim almost more than she could stand.
“There now not too bad is it”, Eleanor mocked. Even as she even as she helped her prey to the floor.
“But then I have something a little special planned for you now. Something I think the future members will enjoy greatly”, Eleanor added. Grabbing two further coils of rope.
“For I’m about to place you into what is best known as a frog tie. I tie designed to restrict almost all movement of your legs. Allow you only enough movement to open and close your thighs”, Eleanor informed the trembling woman before her.
Though the way Lesley trembled. The way she looked so frightened. Did nothing to convince Eleanor she should ease back on her actions. Oh no. As instead. It simply encouraged her to began the tight bindings. The binding that first held Lesley’s right ankle to her right thigh. That went on to please her left leg in the same position.
“Well there we go. And don’t you just look so delightful”, Eleanor acknowledged. Even if her words offered little in comfort for the almost completely helpless woman before her.
“And I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know we’re almost finished with the preparations”, Eleanor continued. Her smile broad and foreboding. Her hand reaching up towards the small table to her left.
“But tell me my dear. Do you know what this? Do you know what it’s designed to do? Eleanor asked. With glee. Whilst holding up the bullet shaped device. Knowing whatever the reply Lesley would be left in torment. Would experience shame and embarrassment greater than any she’d inflected in the past.
“Err. No. No Miss Richardson I’m sorry I don’t. I have no experience or knowledge about what’s happened so far”, Lesley admitted. Her voice weak and feeble. Her tone one of unmitigated shame.
“Oh there’s no need to be sorry Lesley”, Eleanor responded. Though her tone showed no sign of sorrow or pity.
“Allow me to explain”, Eleanor continued. Moving the bullet around in her hand. Allowing to to slip effortlessly between her fingers. Rotating it with ease.
“It is a device. That amongst other things can easily be hidden from the views sight. That’s simply perfect when used correctly to ensure the wearer. In other words. Yourself. Performs adequately. Entertains with their struggles and sounds. Just like members expect”, Eleanor explained.
“So let’s get it fitted in just the right place shall. And then within a few minutes you’ll understand for yourself it’s actions. It’s effects upon a ladies actions”, Eleanor added. Suddenly pushing her hand inside Lesley’s black lace panties. Effortlessly slipping the bullet inside Lesley’s womanhood. Feeling how moist her earlier actions had made the shocked. Humiliated. Shame faced woman.
“There we go. Just one last addition to your situation”, Eleanor commented. Showing no reaction to how loudly Lesley had gasped. How much she’d shuffled in an attempt to remove the unwanted device from within her most intimate of areas.
“As I think a few strips of this time will do nicely”, Eleanor remarked. No sign of empathy in sight. As she tore first one, then two and finally three strips of strong, thick black duct tape from the roll. Placing each one over Lesley closed mouth. Sealing her lips closed.
“Okay that will so nicely. And now it’s time for that little bit of encouragement I spoke of”, Eleanor advised. Having lowered Lesley to the floor. Having positioned her face down. Having spread her legs shamefully.
“I do hope you enjoy the feeling. Will act accordingly. For I’ve ensured it will work completely at random. Will activate and deactivate at will”, Eleanor informed. With a loud laugh. A smug look upon her face.
“Right my dear. Just a few more shots of you like this. And then your escape attempt can begin. Your performance for the video cameras can entertain”, Eleanor teased taking hold of the stills camera once again. Just as for the first time the vibrator sprung to life and Lesley shuddered wildly. Squirmed divinely.
Allowing her to move around the helpless Lesley as she lay whimpering, shivering upon the floor. Making in possible for her to collect just the right images. Even if it meant using her foot to turn the helpless woman onto her side. As she zoomed in close to capture the look of shame. Of fear in the eyes of her former nemesis. Meant using her foot a second time to force the trembling. Already unwillingly aroused woman onto her back. For yet more humiliating images. Including a rather nice shot of the rather wet crotch of her lace panties.
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