Damsels4you - F/F+ Situation update (11/7/23)
Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2021 1:51 pm
Well its been a very long time since any of you found a story from myself. But then life has a way of taking over. Events and health issues beyond our control leave us at a miss. But with all that said I hope you will enjoy and let me know your thoughts. As so many of you have supported me in the past.
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Damsels4you
Part 1
A very unusual meeting.
Staring.
Blair Blouson
(Courtesy of bondage mischief)
Eleanor Richardson.
And.
Gigi Allens as.
(Courtesy of FMConcepts)
The unknown blonde.
It’s been many, many years since the classrooms and corridors. The assembly halls and changing rooms. The dining hall and even the playground of Grainger Town Primary School have echoed with the sounds of children talking and laughing. Echoed with the sounds of children’s shoes upon hard wooden flooring and tarmac.
And yet unlike most of its brethren. Of its contemporaries. Deemed to be beyond usefulness. Believed to be too expensive and outdated to maintain. With their clearly defined Victorian design. Solidly built red brick walls. Draughty, ill fitting wooden sash windows and slippery polished oak floors.
Grainger Town Primary had been saved from the ignominy of dereliction. Of broken windows and pulled up floor boards. Of finding itself listed under the term, ‘eye sore’. Had been saved from a visit by the wrecking ball. Thanks. In no uncertainty circumstances to the intervention of the areas leading socialite and former pupil Miss Eleanor Richardson.
A tall. Proud woman in her early 40’s. Rich beyond belief. Through her own determination and drive. She’d made it big. Been successful despite the worst of starts in life. And yet her memories of those school days. Were most certainly deserving of the trash can. But then. Somehow she’d fought back against the name calling and tired tatty uniforms of her youth. Dissolved herself of the parents who neglected her so.
Her mother. Now long since passed away. Was a drug addict. Hadn’t seen her blossom into a beautiful young woman. Hadn’t cared if truth be told. For she’d turn her back on Eleanor. Had disowned her the second she’d fled the family home. Had broken free of a life less worthy.
At first. She’d worked 3 jobs to keep a meagre roof over her head. To manage to afford a cold, damp one bedroom flat. In what was best known as the wrong side of town. Had bought her clothes from thrift stores. Received them as an occasional gift from the few people she called friends. The handful of boys and girls that didn’t turn their backs. What little furniture she had came from charity or were second hand.
During those days. Those long, long days. She’d lived on the littlest of food. Had rationed herself tightly. Treats being few. Quality meals something very seldom experienced. Drawn only when invited to someone’s home. Given the opportunity to show she was more than the object of pity. Was worthy of someone’s belief. Someone’s consideration.
For she’d chosen. To sacrifice so much. To be hard upon herself. So she could follow her heart. Her desire to prove others wrong. To do whatever was necessary to support her way first through college and then onto university. Where she left with a master’s degree in business and finance.
And yet. Despite the highest grades in the establishments history. Work hadn’t landed at her feet. For no one had been interested in employing a girl from the wrong side of town. Who’s clothing had seen better days. Who’s appearance was gaunt and thin. Who had attended the poorest of schools. Schools with the lowest of track records. No one had been willing to see the spark in her eyes. Sense the burning desire in her often grumbling belly. The determination etched upon her face.
Which is she’d invested every penny of her savings. Pathetic as they may have been. Mounting to less than £1’000. Into her own venture. A venture that within a couple of years went on to become a national success. That within a few years longer had become international. Swallowing up many of those businesses and dismissive board members that had shunned her. Placing them under her control. Giving her the power to threat them as they had her. Leaving them with no hope, no careers. All while destroying others.
But then. Once the working day was done. Once free of the boardroom. It mattered not. To her anyway. That she’d climbed up the Forbes rich list. Had become the richest woman there upon. For secretly she had a soft and caring side. A side her employees never saw.
A soft and caring side that manifested itself in her charitable work. Her willingness to support and guide those less fortunate than herself. That had seen her take others from the wrong side of town and make them firstly an educational success. And then secondly a success in their chosen field.
Although. With all that said. It wasn’t the gentler, kinder side of Eleanor that summoned her female members of staff. The wives, partners and even girlfriends of their male and in some cases female colleagues to attend a meeting in the assembly hall of the former Grainger Town Primary School that fateful Saturday morning.
It wasn’t the benevolent. Fun loving. Caring and supportive Eleanor that announced her arrival with the sound of high stiletto heels upon hard wooden floorboards just a little after 9.30. That glared upon all those present. That searched for so much as an empty seat. Looked to see if so much as one woman had failed to heed her command.
Oh no it was the strong willed. Career destroying. Woman that turned to face the nervously shuffling crowd. That noticed how they’d instantly fallen silent upon her arrival. Had turned to face the small podium she’d had erected days previous.
“Good morning ladies. I’m glad to see you could all make it here today”, Eleanor stated upon taking her position before them. The podiums raised platform making her seem even taller. Even more powerful.
“But then. As you all know. I expected nothing less. For NO isn’t a word in my vocabulary. Isn’t a word I am willing to accept”, she continued. Her tone forceful. Her manner unrelenting. Just as it had been in many a boardroom over the years. In many a business meeting. Or foreclosed on an business acquisition.
“And today. TODAY. Is no different. My expectations no lower”, she added. Not so much as blinking. Not so much as reducing her dominating tone.
“Though I suspect what I’m about to announce. What I’m about to say. Will leave many of you shocked. Leave many if you feeling rather uncomfortable. Feeling rather embarrassed”, Eleanor announced. Before pausing. Purely for dramatic effect.
“Which is why. I shall take this opportunity to remind you. That your higher than average living standards. Your higher than average earnings. Are presented by myself. Are given to you through your own loyalty. Or the loyalty of your loved ones”, Eleanor bluntly informed when finally she spoke once more.
“And yet. What I am about to propose. What I AM about to EXPECT of you all. Will simply increase your financial situation. Increase not only your own standing within my organisation. But also that of your husbands, partners and boyfriends”, she continued. Please to see so many puzzled expressions. So many nervously shuffling ladies.
“For as you’d expect. I’ve spent many an hour researching the opportunities. Have already snapped up. Taken over. Or simply ruined those who could be my rivals”, she added. Before. With the simply flick of a switch. The lights lowered.
“So what is it that could leave you feeling uncomfortable. Feeling embarrassed. And yet see you financially better off. I’m sure you’re asking yourselves”, Eleanors voice boomed from behind the shroud of darkness.
“So what kind of journey am I expecting you to take. Along with myself. I’m sure you’re all wondering to yourselves”, Eleanor continued. From the shadows.
“Well the answer is simple. Is no doubt shocking. Quite possibly even horrifying”, she acknowledged. With an unseen smile. A satisfied grin. For she could still gaze upon those before her. From the shadows.
“For I am expecting you all to join me on a journey into the world of fetish”, she exclaimed. Her voice unwavering. Her tone unrelenting.
“Or to be more precise. A journey into the world of amateur, fantasy girl next door, helpless heroine, and damsel in distress BONDAGE. To allow yourselves to be seen unable to resist the tight bindings, the effective. And not so effective gags”, Eleanor announced. To the sounds of loud gasps. To the sounds of faint murmurs from those within the hall.
“That’s right ladies. Gasp with shock and horror. Whisper between yourselves. Share comments of disbelief. Of repulsion. It matters not”, Eleanor commented. While stepping to one side. While stepping down from the podium.
“For my decision has been made. Preparations laid in stone. Your options simple. Agree and be part of my daring new venture. Or leave. Leave not only this establishment. But my employ. Sacrifice all you have gained. All that your husbands, partners or boyfriends have achieved. Or stay. Stay right where you are. And become even more financially stable. Even more independent in the future”, she rather courtly continued. As a large screen behind the podium lit up. As the image of a beautiful blonde haired woman strictly bound, gagged and blindfolded flickered into focus.
“But beware. As you can see. You will be very securely bound. By either myself or my helper. Will be silenced in one way or another. And quite possibly at times find yourself blindfolded or hooded. Sexually teased and tormented”, she continued as all those present fidgeted in their seats. Fought the urge to stand and sacrifice all they’d gained. All they’d achieve in life.
“But then. You need not fear for your safety. All suitable measures will be taken. Need not fear the involvement of a man. Any man. This will be strictly a ladies only venture. Will only serve to enforce our control over not only ourselves but a proportion of the male population”, she stated with undoubted pleasure. Undoubted joy.
“In fact. Their only inclusion will be to purchase what it is I intend for us to provide. Will be to simply become members of my already developed website. To willingly pay for any custom scenes, outfits or images they wish to see”, she added. While constantly watching for signs of movement. Watching for the tell tale sign of a silhouette signalling that someone was leaving.
Though she need not of worried. Of concerned herself with movement from those present. Her reputation. Her determination. Enforcing her will over all present there that morning. Enforcing the importance of her words. And actions.
So all that had been left. Was the signing of agreement contracts. The acknowledgement of their participation in the proposed venture. Whether they felt comfortable or not. Whether they felt nervous or not. Whether they truly wanted to partake or not………
(Well there we have my latest tale. I hope you enjoyed what you've taken the time to read thus far and will as always be so supportive of my efforts. As it's been a long journey for myself to get back to hopefully entertaining you all. Safe in the knowledge part two will arrive soon)
[mention]gagged86[/mention] [mention]Caesar73[/mention] [mention]slackywacky[/mention] [mention]wolfman[/mention]
Damsels4you
Part 1
A very unusual meeting.
Staring.
Blair Blouson
(Courtesy of bondage mischief)
Eleanor Richardson.
And.
Gigi Allens as.
(Courtesy of FMConcepts)
The unknown blonde.
It’s been many, many years since the classrooms and corridors. The assembly halls and changing rooms. The dining hall and even the playground of Grainger Town Primary School have echoed with the sounds of children talking and laughing. Echoed with the sounds of children’s shoes upon hard wooden flooring and tarmac.
And yet unlike most of its brethren. Of its contemporaries. Deemed to be beyond usefulness. Believed to be too expensive and outdated to maintain. With their clearly defined Victorian design. Solidly built red brick walls. Draughty, ill fitting wooden sash windows and slippery polished oak floors.
Grainger Town Primary had been saved from the ignominy of dereliction. Of broken windows and pulled up floor boards. Of finding itself listed under the term, ‘eye sore’. Had been saved from a visit by the wrecking ball. Thanks. In no uncertainty circumstances to the intervention of the areas leading socialite and former pupil Miss Eleanor Richardson.
A tall. Proud woman in her early 40’s. Rich beyond belief. Through her own determination and drive. She’d made it big. Been successful despite the worst of starts in life. And yet her memories of those school days. Were most certainly deserving of the trash can. But then. Somehow she’d fought back against the name calling and tired tatty uniforms of her youth. Dissolved herself of the parents who neglected her so.
Her mother. Now long since passed away. Was a drug addict. Hadn’t seen her blossom into a beautiful young woman. Hadn’t cared if truth be told. For she’d turn her back on Eleanor. Had disowned her the second she’d fled the family home. Had broken free of a life less worthy.
At first. She’d worked 3 jobs to keep a meagre roof over her head. To manage to afford a cold, damp one bedroom flat. In what was best known as the wrong side of town. Had bought her clothes from thrift stores. Received them as an occasional gift from the few people she called friends. The handful of boys and girls that didn’t turn their backs. What little furniture she had came from charity or were second hand.
During those days. Those long, long days. She’d lived on the littlest of food. Had rationed herself tightly. Treats being few. Quality meals something very seldom experienced. Drawn only when invited to someone’s home. Given the opportunity to show she was more than the object of pity. Was worthy of someone’s belief. Someone’s consideration.
For she’d chosen. To sacrifice so much. To be hard upon herself. So she could follow her heart. Her desire to prove others wrong. To do whatever was necessary to support her way first through college and then onto university. Where she left with a master’s degree in business and finance.
And yet. Despite the highest grades in the establishments history. Work hadn’t landed at her feet. For no one had been interested in employing a girl from the wrong side of town. Who’s clothing had seen better days. Who’s appearance was gaunt and thin. Who had attended the poorest of schools. Schools with the lowest of track records. No one had been willing to see the spark in her eyes. Sense the burning desire in her often grumbling belly. The determination etched upon her face.
Which is she’d invested every penny of her savings. Pathetic as they may have been. Mounting to less than £1’000. Into her own venture. A venture that within a couple of years went on to become a national success. That within a few years longer had become international. Swallowing up many of those businesses and dismissive board members that had shunned her. Placing them under her control. Giving her the power to threat them as they had her. Leaving them with no hope, no careers. All while destroying others.
But then. Once the working day was done. Once free of the boardroom. It mattered not. To her anyway. That she’d climbed up the Forbes rich list. Had become the richest woman there upon. For secretly she had a soft and caring side. A side her employees never saw.
A soft and caring side that manifested itself in her charitable work. Her willingness to support and guide those less fortunate than herself. That had seen her take others from the wrong side of town and make them firstly an educational success. And then secondly a success in their chosen field.
Although. With all that said. It wasn’t the gentler, kinder side of Eleanor that summoned her female members of staff. The wives, partners and even girlfriends of their male and in some cases female colleagues to attend a meeting in the assembly hall of the former Grainger Town Primary School that fateful Saturday morning.
It wasn’t the benevolent. Fun loving. Caring and supportive Eleanor that announced her arrival with the sound of high stiletto heels upon hard wooden floorboards just a little after 9.30. That glared upon all those present. That searched for so much as an empty seat. Looked to see if so much as one woman had failed to heed her command.
Oh no it was the strong willed. Career destroying. Woman that turned to face the nervously shuffling crowd. That noticed how they’d instantly fallen silent upon her arrival. Had turned to face the small podium she’d had erected days previous.
“Good morning ladies. I’m glad to see you could all make it here today”, Eleanor stated upon taking her position before them. The podiums raised platform making her seem even taller. Even more powerful.
“But then. As you all know. I expected nothing less. For NO isn’t a word in my vocabulary. Isn’t a word I am willing to accept”, she continued. Her tone forceful. Her manner unrelenting. Just as it had been in many a boardroom over the years. In many a business meeting. Or foreclosed on an business acquisition.
“And today. TODAY. Is no different. My expectations no lower”, she added. Not so much as blinking. Not so much as reducing her dominating tone.
“Though I suspect what I’m about to announce. What I’m about to say. Will leave many of you shocked. Leave many if you feeling rather uncomfortable. Feeling rather embarrassed”, Eleanor announced. Before pausing. Purely for dramatic effect.
“Which is why. I shall take this opportunity to remind you. That your higher than average living standards. Your higher than average earnings. Are presented by myself. Are given to you through your own loyalty. Or the loyalty of your loved ones”, Eleanor bluntly informed when finally she spoke once more.
“And yet. What I am about to propose. What I AM about to EXPECT of you all. Will simply increase your financial situation. Increase not only your own standing within my organisation. But also that of your husbands, partners and boyfriends”, she continued. Please to see so many puzzled expressions. So many nervously shuffling ladies.
“For as you’d expect. I’ve spent many an hour researching the opportunities. Have already snapped up. Taken over. Or simply ruined those who could be my rivals”, she added. Before. With the simply flick of a switch. The lights lowered.
“So what is it that could leave you feeling uncomfortable. Feeling embarrassed. And yet see you financially better off. I’m sure you’re asking yourselves”, Eleanors voice boomed from behind the shroud of darkness.
“So what kind of journey am I expecting you to take. Along with myself. I’m sure you’re all wondering to yourselves”, Eleanor continued. From the shadows.
“Well the answer is simple. Is no doubt shocking. Quite possibly even horrifying”, she acknowledged. With an unseen smile. A satisfied grin. For she could still gaze upon those before her. From the shadows.
“For I am expecting you all to join me on a journey into the world of fetish”, she exclaimed. Her voice unwavering. Her tone unrelenting.
“Or to be more precise. A journey into the world of amateur, fantasy girl next door, helpless heroine, and damsel in distress BONDAGE. To allow yourselves to be seen unable to resist the tight bindings, the effective. And not so effective gags”, Eleanor announced. To the sounds of loud gasps. To the sounds of faint murmurs from those within the hall.
“That’s right ladies. Gasp with shock and horror. Whisper between yourselves. Share comments of disbelief. Of repulsion. It matters not”, Eleanor commented. While stepping to one side. While stepping down from the podium.
“For my decision has been made. Preparations laid in stone. Your options simple. Agree and be part of my daring new venture. Or leave. Leave not only this establishment. But my employ. Sacrifice all you have gained. All that your husbands, partners or boyfriends have achieved. Or stay. Stay right where you are. And become even more financially stable. Even more independent in the future”, she rather courtly continued. As a large screen behind the podium lit up. As the image of a beautiful blonde haired woman strictly bound, gagged and blindfolded flickered into focus.
“But beware. As you can see. You will be very securely bound. By either myself or my helper. Will be silenced in one way or another. And quite possibly at times find yourself blindfolded or hooded. Sexually teased and tormented”, she continued as all those present fidgeted in their seats. Fought the urge to stand and sacrifice all they’d gained. All they’d achieve in life.
“But then. You need not fear for your safety. All suitable measures will be taken. Need not fear the involvement of a man. Any man. This will be strictly a ladies only venture. Will only serve to enforce our control over not only ourselves but a proportion of the male population”, she stated with undoubted pleasure. Undoubted joy.
“In fact. Their only inclusion will be to purchase what it is I intend for us to provide. Will be to simply become members of my already developed website. To willingly pay for any custom scenes, outfits or images they wish to see”, she added. While constantly watching for signs of movement. Watching for the tell tale sign of a silhouette signalling that someone was leaving.
Though she need not of worried. Of concerned herself with movement from those present. Her reputation. Her determination. Enforcing her will over all present there that morning. Enforcing the importance of her words. And actions.
So all that had been left. Was the signing of agreement contracts. The acknowledgement of their participation in the proposed venture. Whether they felt comfortable or not. Whether they felt nervous or not. Whether they truly wanted to partake or not………
(Well there we have my latest tale. I hope you enjoyed what you've taken the time to read thus far and will as always be so supportive of my efforts. As it's been a long journey for myself to get back to hopefully entertaining you all. Safe in the knowledge part two will arrive soon)