Well it's taken much longer to edit and post the following update. But I hope you'll all enjoy what I've created. Knowing that the next two parts are complete and simply in need of a good tidy up before they too will arrive in due course. So for now simply sit back. Hopefully enjoy and as always leave your thoughts and comments.
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Damsels4you
Act one. The scene has just begun.
Part 6.
Agonisingly slowly the quartz crystal clock upon the white office wall approached 5pm. Though whilst shutting down her computer. Locking away all paper work. Caroline tried not to acknowledge that the others. Her fellow secretaries and personal assistants. Had left nearly half an hour previous. Would almost certainly be oblivious to the true reason for her need to stay back. For her not joining them when the buzzer sounded.
Inwardly. She struggled. Fought the desperate need to glance upwards. Mentally. She felt the all consuming fear. Fear of what was to be. What was to come. Physically. She experienced the tell tale sickness that came with her churning stomach. Desperately. She tried to settle her nerves. Tried to control her breathing. Control herself.
But still there was no avoiding the inevitable. No turning back the clock. Whether it be. By only a few hours. To the moment Eleanor announced she’d be joining her at Grainger Town Primary. Or further back. To the day. When. Like all the others. She’d signed the contract whilst trapped. In her employers pinchers. Trapped there within the confines of the old school. Back to when she was left startled by Eleanor’s announcement. The announcement that made it clear. All those present would become the starlets of a new bondage website.
So it came as no surprise. For time travel is of course impossible. That with only two minutes remaining before the clock struck 5. Before her time was up. Before the inevitable was due to happen. Caroline heard a solitary set of thin high heels approach. The sound echoing of the walls. Breaking the silence that had settled over the otherwise empty offices.
Standing. Eager to get the whole affair over with. Though she knew it was only the opening night. That it was only the first evening of many to come. Caroline nervously turned to face the door. While subconsciously pulling at the hem of her short. Tight black skirt. While subconsciously her whirling mind, wished she’d picked something a little longer that morning. Had chosen to call in sick.
But it mattered not. For seconds later. She watched as the ornate brass handle turned. Watched as the solid oak door. That had once graced Newcastle’s Law Chambers. Swung open. Watched as Rebecca. Eleanor’s lover and apparent assistant. Stepped inside.
Loudly she gasped upon seeing Rebecca. Clad in a figure hugging. Figure flattering. Shiny black PVC catsuit. Such was her shock. Uncontrollably she shuddered at the sight of the small red bag Rebecca held in her right hand. Unexpectedly she trembled at the sight of the black latex hood Rebecca carried in her left hand.
“Is everything alright Caroline”, Rebecca asked. Concern clearly evident in her tone. In her body language.
“Oh. Err. Yes Miss Rebecca”, Caroline managed to utter. Her shock. Unmistakable. Obvious in her expression. In her wide eyes. In her voice.
“I. I. Just wasn’t expecting to see you dressed in such an intimidating manner”, Caroline added. Stuttering. Stumbling upon her words. Desperate not to offend. Not to insult.
“Oh. Did Mistress not tell you I’d be helping prepare you for your scene. That I’d be involved”, Rebecca asked. Clearly puzzled by Caroline’s words. By her reaction. Whilst still she set to one side the small bag she held. The black latex hood too.
“Err. Yes. Yes. Miss Richardson explained it would be you that prepared me for what was to come. That you’d explain just what was expected of me. How I was to present myself”, Caroline acknowledged. Choosing not to mention. For a second time the shock she’d felt upon seeing Rebecca’s outfit.
“I see. Yet clearly she didn’t explain the clothing I’d be wearing. Nor why it would be. So at least that makes it easier to understand your reaction. Your comments upon seeing me dressed in such a way”, Rebecca remarked. With a soothing smile. With less of dominating tone.
“But still. In a way it makes no difference. As Mistress has indeed sent me to prepare you for your first scene. So allow me to explain”, Rebecca added stepping forward. Clearly looking Caroline up and down as if she were an actress auditioning for a staring role.
“Shortly you’ll exit this room as a captive of the hooded menace. In other words by me. You’ll be seen walking down the corridor at gun point. But don’t worry it’s a fake gun. Very realistic. Yet fake none the less”, Rebecca informed. While wide eyed and nervous Caroline watched her reach into the little red bag. Watched her withdraw the first coil of pure white rope.
“The cameras Mistress is currently placing in strategic positions. Will record your slow. Fearful walk towards the lift. Will cover your perceived helplessness for many an angle”, Rebecca’s explanation continued. As she stepped behind the trembling woman. As she guided her arms behind the back. Crossed her wrists. Placing them in a position Caroline understood well enough. Had expected would be the case.
“Only once we’ve arrived at the lift. After Mistress has called a stop to the proceedings. Will we return here to the office. Will we wait for her to pack up the cameras. For then the time will have arrived for us to repeat the process. Though this you’ll be playing your role as helpless bank executive for the stills camera. While I’ll be reenacting my actions as the hooded fiend”, Rebecca added. Playing little attention to the sudden gasp that slipped past Caroline’s lips. Having felt the rope begin its figure of eight journey around her wrists.
“But if course. Sadly for you. In this situation. That means. For the sake of continuity. Your wrists will remain bound. As securely. As effectively as they right now”, Rebecca stated. Rather too gleefully for Caroline’s liking. As the felt the ropes tighten. As silently she acknowledged they’d been cinched off in a manner suitable for a skilled worker.
“It means you will remain gagged. Though you need not worry. For it’s not the most effective. Nor uncomfortable method that’s to be used”, Rebecca added. Though from her silence Caroline might as well have already been gagged.
“What, what are those Miss Rebecca? What, what do you intend to do with them?” Caroline asked. When finally she broke her silence. Whilst watching Rebecca withdraw firstly a pair of bright pink panties from the little red bag. Followed by a plain white strip of cloth.
“Oh these. These are a pair of my panties. But don’t worry they’re fresh from my underwear draw this afternoon. And they’re guaranteed to provide both the perfect amount of packing. Along with the most desirable look of humiliation”, Rebecca replied. As deftly she folded the label inside. Turned the waist band in on itself. Creating the perfect. Neat ball of material.
“Now. Now. Lets not have any foolishness. After all the sooner you’re prepared. The sooner we can start the shoot. And of course the sooner it’s all over”, Rebecca remarked. Her tone suddenly becoming stricter. Her eyes suddenly burning with a renewed intensity. While offering up the balled up panties to Caroline’s closed mouth.
“But. Are those really necessary Miss Rebecca?” Caroline inquired. Fearful of not only the response. But also the consequences for questioning Eleanor’s lover.
And yet. Even as she did so. With just the right amount of reluctance. With what was clearly a monumental effort. Caroline opened her mouth to accept what she prayed really were a clean pair of Rebecca’s panties.
“There now this isn’t so bad is it Caroline”, Rebecca commented. When with almost the same amount of effort. She slipped the panties past the trembling woman’s lips. Past her teeth. And into her less than willing mouth.
“And see. You’re blushing divinely”, Rebecca added. Her smile as broad as ever. The twinkle in her eye telling Caroline she was enjoying every second of her embarrassment. Her humiliation.
Though. Truthfully. As she stood with bound wrists. With a pair of Rebecca’s panties placed delicately within her mouth. Caroline realised she had a bigger issue. A bigger reason to feel flustered. Feel embarrassed. For her emotions were taking over. Her previous experience of being bound and gagged by her husband. Was leading to a little shameful tingling between her legs. Was leading to a little unwanted arousal.
“And you look so divine. With your face so flushed and body all a tremble”, Caroline heard Rebecca whisper in her ear having moved behind her.
Yet she paid so little attention to her would be captors words. So desperate was her need to regain control over her body. Over her emotions. Was her longing to return to the respectable. Prim and proper personal assistant that Eleanor admired for her due diligence.
“I think Mistress was right all along. You’re so going to be one of Damsels4you starlets once the site has been revealed to those in the know”, Caroline heard Rebecca state. As the white cloth touched her closed lips. As with acceptance she opened her mouth to allow it to slip into place.
“There. You shouldn’t find it too easy to push those panties out now”, Caroline heard Rebecca remarked. Rather cheerfully whilst tying the cloth securely behind her head. Whilst she gave it the slightest of twists to plunge the panties just a little further into her mouth.
“Okay you two. The cameras are in place. So I’m ready when you are”, they both heard Eleanor happily call out from the corridor. The announcement telling Rebecca she must act quickly. If she intended to instil a new nervousness within Caroline.
“Yes Mistress. I’ve just got two more special little additions to make. To ensure you get the correct reactions. But then we’ll be ready”, Rebecca replied. Leaving Caroline confused as to what else could be required. What else would need to be added.
“Mmppphhhh, Mmmppphhh”, Caroline faintly squealed. Shocked by the realisation that the hem of her skirt was being raised. That the tops of her shear black pantyhose were being exposed. That her curvy soft butt was being exposed.
“Shhhhh. There’s no need to worry my dear”, Rebecca whispered. Her head to close to Caroline’s ear. That her hot breathe sent shivers of anticipation throughout the flustered woman’s body. For she’d failed thus far to regain her composure. To push the thoughts of arousal out of her mind.
“You see. I learnt a long time ago. With Mistresses guidance and love. Just how to read a woman’s body language. To sense when their emotions are getting the better of them. So I know your little secret. Know you’re finding this whole situation arousing. Are enjoying being bound and humiliated. Are excited by being dominated by another woman”, Rebecca continued. Looking Caroline squarely in the eye. Delighting in how Caroline found it impossible to offer any denial.
“And yet time is against us”, Rebecca reluctantly stated. Leaving Caroline in doubt things would have gotten much more intense had the situation allowed. That she’d almost certainly have experienced a caress only a woman could provide.
“But I can see. From that far away look in your eyes. From the way your body reacts. I wasn’t wrong in my assumptions, Rebecca added. As she slipped her hand down between Caroline’s thighs. As she allowed it to rest upon Caroline’s crotch.
“Mmmppphhhh”, Caroline squealed once more. Her face becoming increasingly flushed. For up until that moment. She’d not realised just how moist her panties had become. How obvious her arousal had become.
“Is everything okay in there”, Eleanor called out. Concern in her voice. A need to ensure that both her precious lover and trusted personal assistant we safe and well. Undeniable.
“Oh yes Mistress. I’m just making sure Caroline knows just how to act. How to display her shock and nervousness”, Rebecca responded. Smirking broadly. Heading back over towards the little red bag one final time.
“Very well. Just don’t take too much longer. I want to get Caroline home as quickly as possible”, Eleanor commented. Though she made no attempt to enter the office. Showed no interest in what was happening behind the closed door.
“We’ll be ready shortly Mistress. Promise”, Rebecca acknowledged. Stepping up close to Caroline once more.
“Shhhhhh. Not so loud. Let’s keep this a secret just between us. For now”, Rebecca whispered.
“After all I’m sure you know exactly what this. And just how it can be used to ensure the right reactions”, Rebecca added. Pressing a small but interestingly shaped object against Caroline’s crotch. It’s vibrations slow and steady.
“Mmmmmmmmmm”, Caroline responded weakly. Her eyes fluttering momentarily. Before closing. Her body reacting of its own accord.
“There. That’s my girl. You’ll be perfect fodder for the camera. For those members that will remain oblivious to your state of arousal”, Rebecca remarked. When without warning she slipped her hand inside Caroline’s nylons and panties. When without warning she slipped the vibrator inside Caroline’s wet. Wanting womanhood.
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh”, Caroline moaned sweetly. As her body shuddered. As her legs trembled.
“That’s right enjoy the feeling. But be warned. It will arrive and disappear as I see fit. As and when I believe the scene requires a soft moan. Or loud squeal. A pathetic little whimper. Or high pitched gasp”, Rebecca advised. Even as she began to apply one last rope. As she worked it around Caroline’s waist. Just where the upper hem of her skirt would sit.
“Oooo…ooohhhh…ooo..hhhhh”, Caroline faintly moaned. When the rope passed between her legs. When it slipped into her womanhood. Pushing the slowly vibrating toy hard against her sweet spot.
“Ah. It would seem I was right. This little rope will ensure your little guest won’t slip. Will remain exactly where you desire the most”, Rebecca informed. Whilst tightly tying of Caroline’s crotch rope. Giving it one last tug before lowering her skirt. Before hiding her actions.
“Okay Mistress. Coming ready or not”, Rebecca called out. In her normal light hearted, cheeky little manner.
Looking forward to the next installment whenever you deliver it. 
I hope Eleanor does something a little more twisted to her old bully. Wait, that's what I would do.