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Tied up

Femdom/femsub, bondage, hardcore, humiliation, punishment, real-life, spanking

The soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains. In a fugue between wakefulness and sleep, Minx strained to stroke her hairless pussy, but couldn't reach it, as her hands, cuffed in front, were attached to her shackled ankles. The reflex kindled a fire in her quim. Minx mewed through the gag, helplessly frustrated, waiting for Kate to awaken.

    "Bitch..." Kate cursed as she looked toward the mat at the foot of the bed, "I'm sleeping in today."

    Later, she will pinch Minx's clit with her long, slender fingers and spank her bottom to a beet-red color.

    Dark Desires

    Minx had dark desires, guilty obsessions, and fantasies of bondage, pain, humiliation, and sex. Her evenings were spent surfing the net. Erotic stories were fodder for her imagination. The photo galleries were searing shocks to her senses. Minx wanted to feel helpless in bondage, suffer the welts raised by a cane, and the humiliation of being made to cum against her will.

    The guilt of these fantasies led her to seek atonement in the confessional. As she knelt in the curtained, little closet with a grated window, she hoped the priest couldn't see her face. Minx tried but failed to confess the unclean thoughts and acts and instead, recited a litany of venial sins. The penitential prayers brought some relief, but, eventually, she was unwilling to trust her confessor, and stopped going to church altogether. The pursuit of the depraved became her new religion.

    Minx's new religion was passionate and required more equipment than just her hands. She ordered several 'must haves.' A pair of fleece lined leather cuffs with shiny clasps, looked like they belonged on her delicate wrists. The realistic rubber dildo had a suction cup to stick on the wall. Ordering online was painless and fast. All she had to do was wait.

    When Minx returned from work one day, a package was waiting for her at the front door. Seeing that it was 'the' package, she tore open the box. The smell of new leather was intoxicating as she put on the cuffs with as much glee as one trying on a piece of jewelry at Harrods'. The dildo was very lifelike judging by the weight and texture of it, even though it was a little bigger than she though; it would take some effort to fit it in. But that was the point, the effort of doing something difficult in the pursuit of self-gratification.

    For weeks she raced home from work to play with her new toys. Minx peeled off her clothes as she entered the house, dropping them in a trail from the front door to the bedroom in her rush to be naked and bound. She performed menial chores wearing the cuffs. Minx linked them together by a rope 18 inches apart, just long enough to wipe her ass from front to back. Occasionally, she took ate her meals from a special bowl on the floor. Homage was paid to the life-like dildo. It was a very effective weapon once attached to the wall at the right height for sheathing. When it was bedtime, her feet were fettered. In the morning, she reluctantly removed the restraints and dressed for another day at the office. One day, it all came to a halt.

    An Unfortunate Turn of Events

    Minx's job as a copywriter ended due to staff reduction. She was given six months compensation and resources to help her find another job. As weeks, then months, went by, her search was fruitless. She took on some temporary work to fill in the income gaps until she found suitable employment, but the earnings were not enough. Her money was running out and she couldn't afford to be so picky anymore.

    One day, she contacted one of her former colleagues, Denise. Although they worked for different divisions, they had often eaten lunch together.

    "How's the job search going?"

    "Not good. There's nothing out there close to my job description," complained Minx.

    Denise listened sympathetically.

    "I think I have a lead for you. A friend of a friend knows an editor looking for an apprentice. I don't know if it is up your alley or not."

    "Yeah?"

    "She's tough to work for, a real bitch, but the job has interesting fringe benefits, if you're into that type of thing."

    "Tell me more."

    "It's a bdsm ezine." There was silence on the other end of the phone. "If you're interested, here's the number to call. Got a pen?"

    She, Who Must Be Obeyed

    If she had to judge the company by the staff, it certainly looked successful. Suits appeared to be the company uniform.

    The applicants crowded an area just inside the door. There was no place to sit. Some were dressed in fetish wear, others in geek attire, bowling shirts with pen pocket protectors, but Minx arrived in a suit and carried a briefcase. The briefcase contained a few more copies of her resume, a wallet, and lipstick. Her cell phone was clipped to her waistband.

    At the stroke of ten, the appointed time for applicants to appear, a man came out to explain the process. The applicants were interviewed in small groups. Since there were an odd number of applicants, the last one was Minx.

    The woman behind the desk had perfect posture, perfect make-up, and a clipped voice that commanded attention.

    "Good morning. I'm Kate Matthews, sorry about the wait. And your name is...?" asked 'SHE, WHO MUST BE OBEYED.'

    "Minx Sanders. Pleased to meet you."

    Kate's handshake was like stainless steel silk. She did not follow office etiquette. The offer of a chair never came. Kate studied the paper in her hand. Minx shifted her weight from one foot to the other; her 'one hour' shoes were on overtime and her feet hurt. She kept her head still, but her eyes wandered around the office. There they were, on the wall, the photos that made her panties damp. People wearing collars, chains, and wielding whips, oh my! She felt faint.

    Light glinted off Kate's mahogany hair. She raised her eyes to appraise the innocent applicant, noting her stance, general appearance, and demeanor. Minx had excellent credentials and writing experience. For Kate, the icing on the cake was Minx's face. She had the look of someone who needed to be hurt.

    "Why do you want this job?" Kate asked, staring directly into Minx's eyes, charmed by the shadows under them.

    For all her professional posturing, Minx was suddenly too flustered to answer. What if her family found out what type of company she worked for? The pictures on the wall drove home the point that she would always be covering up whom she worked for. She couldn't take this job.

    "I need it," she said honestly.

    It was then, that Kate decided to hire Minx, when she saw the struggle in her dark fringed eyes. "When can you start?"

    "Now, ma'am."

    Rules are Rules!

    The job was a boon . . . and a curse. The past month proved to be enlightening and harsh, with emphasis on discipline and results. Kate expected complete service and outlined her expectations the very first day. The rules applied to everyone.

    Spandex had to be worn every Monday and Thursday. The only spandex Minx had was a pair of bike shorts, and that wouldn't do. Wardrobe shopping was in order. Tuesday was school uniform day. A short plaid skirt from last year's Halloween party and the adorable maryjanes will raise a few eyebrows on her way to work, but, rules are rules. The men wore soccer clothing, tennis gear, or whatever sports uniform is worn at school. Wednesday was suit day. She noted that her job interview was on a Wednesday. Friday was slut day. Though it was required attire for the female staff, males could participate if they wanted to. Minx enjoyed Fridays.

    Among the things she had to learn was how to walk in stilettos with her ankles tethered. Brazilian waxes were mandatory. The company paid for them and spot checks were performed on a regular basis. She wasn't crazy about the rules, but she obeyed.

    The hardest rule of all to follow was 'no fraternization.' The entire staff was forbidden, under threat of dismissal, to fraternize with each other outside the office. When she took the job, Minx hoped to find a play partner to act out the kinks she'd dreamed about. It was near impossible to do out in the real world.

    But, the benefits of the job were not lost on her. Staff members who were singled out for a job well done, were called into Kate's office for a short period of 'face' time. They returned disheveled, distracted, but happy, almost skipping back to their work-stations.

    After the first thirty days, new hires met with Kate to review their performance.

    One day, the loudspeaker squawked, "Minx, my office."

    She marched into Kate's office, the inner sanctum. Another employee was already there, naked, and with his member standing at attention. It was Roger. He was known as the gentle giant around the office, partly because of his height, and partly because of the rumored size of his cock.

    "Roger is being recognized for his success with the design of the online shopping store," said Kate, proud as a mother hen.

    "Err...congratulations, Roger," stuttered a perplexed Minx.

    His face turned bright crimson, failing at controlling the embarrassment of being naked in front of a new employee.

    With eyes looking straight ahead, he said, "Thank you."

    Kate watched the exchange with mirth, then said, "This is a special occasion for you, too, Minx. You are about to witness how outstanding producers are rewarded."

    "Yes ma'am," said Minx, then went to stand by the wall to observe.

    All this time Roger's cock hadn't flagged.

    "Roger, crawl on your hands and knees to the other room and without using your hands, bring back a toy you would like for me to use on you,” ordered Kate.

    Minx watched with awe as the huge man crouched to his knees and happily scampered off.

    The Apprentice

    Minx's heart was beating fast. Her face was flush with anticipation. Renewed with determination to earn Kate's recognition of her contributions, she began to think outside the box.

    She drew on her skills in writing advertising copy and developing creative concepts to tackle the list of projects Kate gave her. The site had a story library that needed rejuvenation. New stories were judged and edited so that readers had a varied selection of kinks to choose from. After all, she'd read countless erotica and was tuned in with the target audience.

    The site had a bdsm forum she moderated with assistance from lead members. It was difficult to be an authority on the subject without having firsthand experience herself.

    One of Minx's first proposals to Kate would turn a number of visitors to the site into paying members. A select group of the most popular, highest rated stories would be removed and archived into a private area. Illustrated by the most popular artists and photographers, they would be available only to premier paying members. Visitors would be given a free sample excerpt and illustration.

    The strategy paid off, and shortly thereafter, Minx was called into Kate's office again.

    As she entered, there was Kate, dressed in luscious black latex. Her breasts appeared to bubble up from the zippered top. She watched Kate bite her red lipsticked lower lip as she examined a piece of paper, presumably, the statistics report for Minx's project.

    As she pushed the paper across the desk towards Minx, she said, "Good job grasshopper."

    "Thank you ma'am."

    Minx lapped it up like a puppy that got patted on the head.

    She barely glanced at the report, but, instead, waited for the same instructions Roger received, but none came. In fact, Kate didn't look at her again and sat down to make a phone call. Minx's heart fell.

    Kate looked up and asked, "Is there something else?"

    "No ma'am," she said.

    The only noticeable sign of disappointment was her drooped shoulders as she left the office.

    Inspiration

    Kate discovered Minx's stories, written under a nom de plume, accompanied by illustrations in the membership archives. When she asked her apprentice about them, Minx blushed and admitted writing them on her own time. Kate suspected Minx had untapped talent in translating fantasies into scripts for movies.

    Kate fed on Minx's unabated desires by challenging her to write a few scripts and suggested she focus on her own sexual deprivation in order to add heat to the final product. Those parameters translated to 'don't even think of masturbating or having any sex.'

    Her first manuscript produced the desired results on Kate herself and Minx was promoted. Her responsibility was the development of an internet entertainment division. That allowed her free rein to script, hire the actors, and recruit supporting personnel.

    Still, Kate never called her into the office for a 'special reward.' The effect was like the dangled carrot that kept Minx in a constant state of heat. Surrounded by inspiring material and the freedom to create scenes that fanned her flames, Minx's self control was overtaxed. Eventually, she succumbed and ducked out to masturbate in the bathroom when she thought no one was looking. But she was wrong.

    Kate had a secret camera installed in the employee’s restroom. On that day, she was alerted by security that there was forbidden activity going on in the ladies' room. Kate walked in on an unsuspecting Minx feverishly rubbing her pussy and about to orgasm.

    She had climbed on the toilet in the next stall and peered down at the red-faced apprentice, whose cum was abruptly interrupted.

    "Self-pleasuring slut! And on MY time," scolded Kate.

    Minx quickly pulled up her panties. She had the presence of mind to button her white blouse and smooth down her plaid skirt. Too embarrassed to look Kate in the eye, she struggled to open the stall door and went to wash her hands.

    As Kate turned to walk out the door, she said, "My office."

    It was a long walk to the inner sanctum. Minx sniffed her hands for evidence of the spice of her sex. The staff smirked, noting her red, tear stained face.

    Minx hesitated then knocked on the door.

    "Come in."

    "I'm sorry, ma'am," she said looking down noticing the bit of toilet paper stuck on her maryjanes.

    "Why you would jeopardize your future with a shameless performance like that?" asked Kate.

    She was applying her signature red lipstick, first on the bottom lip, then on the top. Breached rules brought about immediate discipline. This was one of those times Minx was thankful to be blessed with a plump bum.

    "Assume the position."

    Minx laid across the desk with her skirt pulled up over the white cotton panties, while Kate's silk and steel hand played percussion on her ass. They sounded like muffled slaps. Minx was confused by her feelings of sexual arousal mixed with deep humiliation. Could ‘SHE, WHO MUST BE OBEYED' smell the musky odor emanating from the hungry hole? Yes, she could, indeed.

    "You are nothing but a bitch in heat!"

    She spanked in time with each spoken word.

    "Yes, I am." Minx sniffled.

    When Kate finished, she placed her spanking hand on the marble window ledge and observed the heaving apprentice, whose long, dark ponytail covered her face while white panties covered her reddened butt.

    "Get back to work. I will consider what to do about your inability to exercise self-control on the job."

    She pulled up the video clip of the horny bitchlette in the bathroom leaning against the stall door, panties down around her white-socked ankles, and her face screwed up in concentration as she feverishly wanked. Kate's hand crept down into her own panties.

    Quiet on the Set

    By the end of the week, Minx had put the embarrassing episode behind her. Her upcoming project was the hottest scene yet, bondage, whipping, and oral rape. Even the filming crew was abuzz about it. The set crew created a dungeon with walls painted to look like old stained bricks and chipped plaster. The concrete floor had faux oil slicks. Wooden beams were installed and reinforced for suspension. The centered spotlight created shadows in the corners. The effect was dark, sinister, and erotic.

    The pictorial was a whipping session of a naked girl, suspended upside down, hands fastened to her waist. Outfitted in classic black leather collar and cuffs, she looked appropriately vulnerable. In stark contrast, the male was dressed in a tuxedo. The photos would be electric.

    Preparation for the shoot commenced; the set was as quiet as a church. Simon, the photographer, unpacked a collection of leather restraints, ropes, clamps, and other accessories. A mesmerized Minx organized them for him like a nurse would organize surgical instruments for a surgeon. There was a gaggle of support staff and Minx had given each of them tasks.

    Gina, the model, was a tall, curvy health nut. At her request, snacks and mineral water were placed on a nearby table. She stretched her arms and legs for about 10 minutes, then stood still for Simon to begin.

    She put on a leather waist cinch with D rings evenly spaced around it and pulled it snug.

    "Gina, did you bring the suspension boots?"

    Out of her duffel bag she pulled out a pair of boots with D ringed cuffs around the ankles that could tighten like a vise. She sat to put them on.

    Meanwhile, Jim, the male model, arrived, wearing a bright, white smile. He was carrying his motorcycle jacket over his shoulder and his helmet under his arm. He said polite hellos all around and left to get ready for the shoot.

    "Minx, hand me the spreader bar and the clasps."

    Once Gina's ankles were attached to the bar, she was rendered helpless. Minx stifled a gasp. Gina was an experienced fetish model and had worn spreader bars and many other types of restraints for Simon and other photographers. She didn't even grasp the effect it had on Minx.

    "What's wrong, hon?" she asked.

    Simon stifled a smirk by pursing his lips.

    "Err...nothing. Here are the nipple clamps," said Minx, handing them to Simon.

    "Can you put them on for me? I have to find the leash and blindfold."

    She didn't know where to begin and just stared at Gina's beautiful nipples. The protruded just enough for clasping. She grabbed a nipple and went for it.

    "Ouch!"

    "Oops! Sorry."

    "Here, let me do it," said Gina grabbing the clamps.

    Thumb and middle fingers wet with saliva, Gina teased her nipples by pulling and twisting and once they hardened, she fast business of attaching the clamps. Minx was taking notes.

    When Simon returned, he attached her wrists to the waist cincher. A chain link leash was attached connecting the nipple clamps to the collar. Finally, the baby oil glossed Gina was ready to be hoisted. She looked like a centerpiece for a black and white social. Now, they were ready for Jim.

    "Where is he?"

    As if on cue, Jim appeared before them and said, "Here I am."

    He was tall, dark, and dashing. Once tucked into a James Bond suit, Jim looked like he could have walked off the cover of GQ Magazine. A professional model and part time porn star, he was a chameleon, able to change from a biker to a secret agent with a wardrobe change and attitude.

    Minx sat to the right, behind Simon. Kate watched from the control room, the perfect perch for a bird's eye view of the action.

    Magic

    Simon coached the models on the choreography of the movements, then went back to fiddle with his cameras and adjusted the lights until he was satisfied. The music started. It was a signal to begin.

    Jim whispered in Gina's ear and fondled her pussy, sticking his finger inside, and then, slapping her mons until she leaned her head back. She was getting into it, the mental space. He'd started the ignition. Simon gave the signal to lift Gina while Jim supported her shoulders. Once at the right height, she was let go to swing freely.

    Her bare pussy looked so yummy. Open in a V, Jim poised himself behind her and buried his tongue in her hole while Simon began his thing.

    "Shee-iste!" Minx sucked in her breath, embarrassed more than anything, that the word came out of her mouth. Kate heard it and giggled from the control room.

    A warm-up spanking was applied to Gina's succulent bottom to pave the way to the flogging she was about to receive. It pinked up quite nicely.

    Kate ventured off her perch to stand next to Minx. The near proximity of 'SHE, WHO MUST BE OBEYED,' ignited the memory of the humiliation at her hand when caught in the restroom. Kate was the person who made her feel it for real.

    "Dressing Jim in a tuxedo was a stroke of genius," Kate whispered to her. "It cuts a swath right through domination and submission."

    The temperature was rising. Gina was moaning erotically as Jim trailed the flogger's tails across her breasts, up her stomach, then stuck the handle inside her pussy. He smacked her bum for a few more photos. At Simon's signal, he switched the flogger for a single tail whip.

    Kate continued, "It is a beautiful contrast, missy. You did well...stark, black and white, a picture of formality, authority, power and cruelty over vulnerability, servility, and submission."

    The hair on Minx's arms was standing on end. Having Kate stand inside her personal space while she was trying to enjoy the unfolding tableau was almost more than Minx could handle. All she could do was nod.

    Minx's doe-like eyes followed the whip as it decorated Gina's thighs, back, and breasts. Jim was a maestro. Gina's body twisted and swung slow and sensuously. The blows were kisses that seared her skin.

    At last, it was time for Jim to undo his tie and open the top buttons of his shirt. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Its hardness had been visible since the beginning of the shoot. He turned Gina to give Simon a profile shot of his cock entering her mouth. Gina was hot and anxious to wrap her lips around dick. She licked her lips and Jim slipped right in. That was the start of the throating session.

    Almost everyone was lost in the magic of watching the throat-fucking scene. Then, there was THE money shot, the cum shot all over hungry Gina's perfect face. It was two hours into the shoot. Everyone was exhausted. Gina was lowered and unbound, Jim quaffed a beer. The staff dispersed. It was over.

    All this time, Kate drank in her protegee's vulnerability, naivete, and hunger. Minx needed to be hurt, used, and awakened.

    As Minx picked up the clipboard to give the impression she was busy, she spotted Simon huddled with Kate. As they turned to look at her, she froze like a deer caught in the headlights.

    Kate, the Venus Fly Trap, said, "Stick around."

    Then she trotted off to fetch her boots.

    Mixing It Up

    Kate had returned, stunningly clad in black leather vest, skirt, and thigh high boots. A speechless Minx took in her commanding posture.

    "Strip."

    Her eyes swept across Minx's body like white-hot heat.

    “I’ll see you naked and helpless Minx. The time for dancing on the sidelines is over."

    Entranced, Minx disrobed, and her clothes simply fell on the floor.

    Simon had prepared the set with four cameras, one on each side of a bolstered spanking bench. He led Minx to the bench, bent her over it, and fastened her hands and ankles to a spreader bar, one of the most lewd of restraint devices. She was laid bare, hogtied.

    "Are you afraid, Minx?" asked Kate in a flat tone.

    Twisting her neck to look at Kate, she said, "No, ma'am."

    "You should be."

    Minx flushed with shame and closed her eyes to focus on the sounds behind her. She was left there for what seemed like a long time.

    Kate's warm hand rubbed her hungry ass cheeks and ran her nails across them, raising goose bumps. A hard slap surprised Minx and she gasped. The sudden camera flashes blinded her. Kate's unmerciful blows drew tears from Minx. She stopped the spanking after an interminable amount of time. Exploring fingers revealed that her pussy was scalding hot and juicy.

    "She likes it," cooed Kate in an evil but sexy voice.

    A short break was called so that ice could be applied to Minx's reddened bum and Kate could rest her arm. Simon fiddled with the cameras, all the while chattering how great the shots are. Time floated by. Minx stared with dilated eyes. She had disconnected from the pain and intensity of the spanking scene.

    Noise and footsteps drew her back. The sensation of lube dripped onto her ass hole aroused her. Minx pushed up her bum in an effort to entice the fingers back into her quivering pussy. Instead, a nubby butt plug was shoved in and out of her with cold-blooded brutality. She squirmed and yelped but there was no respite. The camera whirred away.

    A leather strap was applied on her plugged bum and increased the sensations by adding another dimension to the pain. The screams turned to tearful whimpers. Her throat was hoarse and lips parched. The assault stopped. Fingers fucked her pussy and Minx responded with the groans of someone being pleasured.

    "That's a good girl."

    A forced orgasm overtook her and she screamed. It was a long and guttural scream, from deep in her belly.

    "Yes! Yes!!" breathed an excited Simon as he snapped away.

    One hand continued the finger fucking and the other moved to her clit, pinching and pulling the clips. Minx saw stars and rode the waves.

    Kate pulled the butt plug out and scolded, "Who told you that you could come, bitch?"

    Simon drooled as he pulled a strap-on dildo out of his toy bag and handed to Kate who efficiently put it on. She caused the rubber cock to flex with her pelvis, making it appear as part of her body.

    Again, she used the apprentice's ass, pulled the cheeks apart, and shoved her cock inside. The pounding was ferocious and Minx was unable to do anything but take it. Kate slammed deep and hard, trying to cum herself. However, she got the pleasure of psychosexual control that exceeded the pleasure of using Minx's body. Simon moved in for a pornographic close-up of the open, vacant ass hole first, then another of it when it was filled with Kate's punishing cock. Minx didn't get to cum again.

    "Did you get all that?" she heard Kate say.

    "Yeah! And it was great!" said a hard-on-sporting Simon.

    Please Give Me One More Night

    The next day was Friday, slut day, and Minx arrived at the office properly attired and wearing a new accessory, a dog collar. Her eyes had a dreamy look and the celestial aura about her was heady.

    Minx knocked on Kate's door and entered after hearing the words, "You are late."

    Half an hour later, Minx came out with smeared makeup and disheveled hair. A leash was hanging down her back.

    "And dinner better be ready when I get home," Kate warned her.

    "Yes ma'am!"

    Minx walked smartly out the door. She was complete.