Mei Ling And Me!
F/f; bond; leather; cons; X

Mei Ling and Me 2
F/f; bond; leather; public; toys; cons; X

"You seem to have started in your late teens telling the current boy friend how much you loved them, taking anything they could give you and all the time you were lining up the next guy.  Husband number one Paul, is still working two jobs to pay off the bills you left as he tried to prove his love by giving you anything you asked for.  Number two, Harry, is now living in luxury and laughing all the way to the bank.  You see he was almost bankrupt just trying to make ends meet after you cleaned him out when he won the lottery.  That solved his money problems but he is still very, very bitter."
"Number three, John, saw the writing on the wall and decided it was time someone else got properly screwed - you!"  The three of them, along with a few boyfriends who popped up, contacted me.  I lowered my regular fee for them because, when I'm finished with you, I have a client who will pay a great deal for a new, beautiful and unwilling slave.

Mary hung our coats in the closet while I went to put the kettle on and make the tea then we sat side by side at the table looking at the paperwork and sipping Earl Grey. I used one hand to catch the cup and the other to steady Mary making sure she didn't hurt herself as she slumped forward. I turned her head so that her cheek was resting on the table and gently stroked that lovely face, tucking her hair behind her ear and revelling in the games I had planned for the two of us. 

The Takeover

1. Anne Acts
2. Maria's Misery

It was just over six months ago when Maria had been introduced to me and the rest of the staff as the new owner.  Her grandfather Fred, my boss and friend for the last five years, owned the business and when he died she, by default as the last surviving family member, had inherited and become President of our company.
 
I was the CEO and Chief Financial Officer and, although just in my early 30’s, had worked too hard for my position to put up with a 23 year old know nothing for a boss.  The first time I met her I pegged her for a sub; she might not know she was but I spotted it right away.

As we were introduced, she even had a “wet fish” handshake.  I made a point of holding her glance until she blinked and dropped her eyes; that’s when I knew.

Over the next weeks and months I made sure that she came to rely on my knowledge and that any meaningful decisions had my input.  I made a habit of dropping papers in front of her for signature without giving her a moment to read them.  Maria had made it clear that she didn’t understand what was going on and trusted my judgment.  The fool.

I glanced to the left of my computer screen checking the monitor for the dungeon camera.  The hi-tech equipment picked up the slow, if somewhat strained, rise and fall of her chest against the tight leather of the straight jacket.  Her legs were encased in a double leg boot; a skintight kid leather helmet covered her head and the extremely large gag that had taken a fair amount of work to install.   A butt plug and dildo were held firmly inside her by a crotch strap attached to the jacket.  Wide, heavy leather straps held her down starting at the forehead then every 12” or so down to the last one that crossed the toe of the boot forcing her feet into an even more incredible arch. Sure it was a bit of bondage over kill but Sheryl wasn’t in any position to complain and the image satisfied my leather Domme persona.

Talk about being handed a gift on a platter or an offer I just couldn’t refuse.  It was only three weeks since I had cleared my ‘workshop’ of the last project.  My bank accounts were in a very healthy state and I wasn’t even thinking about a new project until, that is, I saw the hiker. She didn’t blatantly have her thumb out, but was obviously looking for a ride.  Standing on the edge of the sidewalk with her, I guessed 5’2”, body screaming for attention.  I ran the picture through my mental computer.  Pale blue flowered halter top, very tight denim short shorts, new looking running shoes and a small white box purse. All this had only taken me a few seconds to see and digest, a couple more and I decided to make a move.  Gift horses should never be ignored...

It had been so easy and now, as her shoulders rested against my leather-skirted lap, I worked on her head and thought back on just how things had gone so well. I had watched and studied her for nearly three weeks. Every morning like clockwork she was at the stop at five minutes to six for the top of the hour bus. Finally my patience paid off when one morning she was a few minutes late for the bus and had to wait 30 minutes for the next one. I gave her enough time to get chilled and, making sure there was no one else around, pulled my car alongside the bus stop.

It was the last day of the Cheerleader Championships, things worked out perfectly when the team I had my eye on came in fourth place.  That would take them out of the spotlight while everyone focused on the winning three teams. The program told me their names were Nina, Panni, Anita and Laura and they were from a college on the East coast. Nina answered my knock and took the bottle of wine after closing the door then held my purse while I took off my leather jacket. Five minutes later the only one standing was me the four girls were sprawled, in chairs and on the sofa, fast asleep from the knockout drops in the wine...

As the threesome rounded the corner the bodyguards suddenly found themselves looking down the barrels of shotguns held by Master Derek’s men. Julie’s eyes just about crossed as she tried to focus on my automatic a few inches from her nose. Everything stopped for a few moments while we gave them a chance to take in the situation.  They might be crooks but they were not stupid and did not resist as three sets of wrists got handcuffed behind their backs.  “Say goodbye to your friends Julie.  I don’t deal with males but Derek does and I expect he is going to put emancipation back about a hundred years by the time he’s finished with them.  I, on the other hand, just love dealing with unwilling ladies and you are all mine.”

As far as I was concerned she was a pseudo submissive.  She played at being a sub’, and probably was to an extent, but only when she was calling the shots.  I figured her out within the first couple of play sessions we did and knew she was constantly guiding the scene to her own advantage and topping me from the bottom. I was too much of a professional not to be a little disgusted with myself that I continued to allow her to get away with her games but, let’s be honest, Amanda was very well off so I bided my time...