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Andrea Dom (Fdom-M)
by Carlyle (c) 1997
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Andrea examined her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde hair was in a pony
tail, and she was pleased with the way her breasts filled the blue and white
striped tee shirt she wore. Her tanned,long legs were accented by her crisp
white shorts and spotless white socks and deck sneakers. She pulled her pony
tail through the back of her white cap and donned her sun glasses. She was
ready for her overnight sailing trip with Dave. Thinking of him and his
sexual prowess made her weak kneed. God, she thought to herself, I'm acting
like a teenager!
She and Dave had been an item for six months, and it was only after he
split up with Cassie for good that she felt he was hers. Did she feel guilt?
Maybe. But he and Cassie were on the outs anyway. And besides, she reasoned,
Cassie had even admitted that she, too, had engaged in some outside
activities. But her rage when Dave had left her was, apparently, so intense
that Dave had almost taken legal steps to keep her from harassing him.
Eventually, she had backed off, and Andi was beginning to relax, as was Dave.
Andi picked up her overnight bag and locked her apartment.
The marina was not far, and Andi got there just before five. Boarding the
sailboat, she called to him.
"Dave? First mate Andi, reporting as ordered!"
No reply.
"Dave?" She thought she heard something in the forward cabin, so she made
her way to the bow of the boat. The door to the cabin was closed.
"Honey? Are you in there?" Now Andi heard thumping, and what sounded like
Dave's severely muffled voice.
"What are you doing" She froze as she opened the door.
Dave was on the bed, bound hand and foot in a strict hogtie, his fingers
brushing the soles of his deck shoes. She couldn't see his face because his
head was encased in some sort of bondage mask that looked like it was made of
black rubber. He struggled uselessly with his bonds.
"Mmmmpppffff!" he pleaded through the mask. He couldn't see anything, couldn't
speak and probably couldn't hear real well.
"Dave!" gasped Andi. "What in God's name is going on?" She started towards
him.
"I don't think so," a voice behind her said. Andi was so surprised that she
was unable to fight the two women who were now pinning her face down on the
other bunk. To her utter horror, she felt her wrists being dragged behind her
and bound tightly, which were followed by her elbows being roped. When she
went to scream, a rubber ball was forced deep into her mouth and held by a
strap secured at the back of her head.
When Andi was securely tied hand and foot, she was able to roll over and
see her captors.
"Hi, there," said Cassie. "Comfy?"
"Mmmmggppgpphh!" squealed Andi, very scared now.
"Now, now, no profanity. You'll just make it harder. Trish, get me the other
mask for missy here." The other woman went up the hatchway and Cassie sat
down.
"I suppose you're wondering what you're doing all tied up. You're being
punished for stealing my man. See, even though I like both boys and girls, I
hate having what belongs to me stolen by some little tramp. So, while I take
care of David, you're going to a place where they teach naughty little girls
how to behave like ladies. You'll probably be away for a while, so don't make
any immediate plans."
Andi screamed behind her gag. She couldn't be serious! And where was she
being taken? Cassie smiled at the look on Andi's face.
"Just desserts, my dear, just desserts. And besides, you might grow to like
Mistress Alexis. She's real good with girls." Just then, Trish returned,
carrying a mask like the one Dave had on. Cassie unstrapped the gag from
Andi's mouth. When she started to scream again, Cassie slapped her.
"Stop," she said simply. Andi stopped abruptly, especially when she saw the
pistol in Cassie's hand.
"You're crazy!" Andi spat.
"Yes, maybe, but who's tied up and who's not?"
"You'll never get away with it! I'll be missed."
"Actually, no. Your boss has been told by your attorney that you've been
been called home to take care of your sick father."
"What? I don't have any family left!" Then she realized what the
implications were. She really wouldn't be missed.
"Cassie, please, don't do this. What are you going to do to me? I'll leave
Dave alone, I promise, but please, let me go!"
Cassie seemed to consider for a moment.
"No," she said simply.
"Cassie, wait, I mean it, ummpphmmmpphh!"
Andi's pleas became muted gibberish as Cassie and Trish fitted the rubber
mask over her head. Andi fought desperately, especially against the penis
shaped rubber gag that was forced into her mouth. But to no avail. Shortly,
she was sealed in a world of rubber darkness and completely helpless.
Cassie and Trish led Andi from the boat. The rubber gag in her mouth
caused her pleas to became little more than loud humming noises. Her wrists and
elbows were tied strictly to her so that she could not even flail her arms.
But she tried valiantly, to little end, to kick out at her captors with her
sneaker clad feet. Finally, they carried her bodily to a waiting vehicle,
which Andi assumed was some sort of van. Once inside, they hogtied her feet
to her wrists, and she was once again helpless.
She could vaguely hear Cassie and Trish talking, but the rubber mask
effectively blocked her hearing, making their words largely
indistinguishable. She was past the point of frantic struggling, but an
involuntary response made her keep twisting in her bondage in an effort to
escape.
The ride took an hour, and in that time, Andi's struggles subsided and fear
took over. She was able to breathe through her nose, and her breath seemed to
come in gasps at first. But it soon settled back to a more normal rate, and
she began to consider her options. There was no question that she was
scared. In her logical mind, she didn't believe Cassie intended to seriously
harm her.
But Cassie was an unknown, and Andi suspected she could be real mean. Who
was this Mistress ALexis? And what did Cassie mean by her liking girls? Andi
was afraid that she knew the answer to both these questions, and she
didn't like them. But her logical mind told her that there had to be a way
to escape. All she needed was a cool head. Sure, she thought, here I am
trussed like a Christmas turkey. Barring the Lone Ranger, she would have to
be really clever to get out of this. She let out a deep, shaky breath and
waited.
"How're we doing' back there, princess?" queried Trish. "All comfy cozy?
Not much longer, hon, so just relax."
The van pulled to a stop shortly, and Andi felt Trish get out and open the
back of the van.
"End of the line, princess." Trish buckled something around Andi's neck
that felt like a wide collar, which, in fact, it was. Then, she untied Andi's
ankles.
"Okay, out you go." She felt a tug on her neck. She clumsily worked her way
to a sitting position and dragged herself in the direction of the tug on her
collar.
Andi flirted with the idea of making a break, wondering what her chances
were. On the other hand, there was also little point in letting Trish believe
she would submit easily.
So, she lunged away, only to be pulled up short by a strict tug at her neck.
"Ummmph!" she grunted.
Andi almost lost her balance as Trish tugged again at her leash.
"You done now?" said Trish close to Andi's ear. She grabbed her by the arm
and forced her to walk. "Just relax, princess. It'll be much easier that
way."
Andi was lead inside of somewhere that was clearly air conditioned, and
marched down a set of stairs. The floor beneath her feet must have been some
polished surface, because the rubber soles of her sneakers made squeaking
noises, in contrast to the loud clicking made by the heels of Trish's boots.
"Wait here." Trish walked away and returned presently.
With no words, Trish now buckled some sort of leather cuff around each of
Andi's ankles. She almost lost her balance as Trish forced her to spread her
legs so that the cuffs could be attached to rings in the floor.
Similar cuffs were applied to Andi's wrists after her arms were untied.
Andi was grateful for the freedom and could feel the circulation returning.
But that freedom was short lived as she felt her wrists being attached to
some sort of bar in front of her. Then, the bar began to rise, until her arms
were stretched high and wide over her head, forcing her to almost to stand
tiptoed.
Andi grunted through her gag with the exertion.
"See ya later, princess," said Trish, slapping Andi's rear end. Andi
squealed at the slap, but soon realized that she was now quite alone.
She had not been aware of the perspiration that the rubber mask was causing
until entering the room that she was now in. She found it an interesting
sensation, as if her face was a different temperature from the rest of her.
She had no idea of how long she remained alone, only that it must have been
a while, because her arms were beginning to ache. Her jaw ached, too, from
the gag, but there was little she could do to relieve either.
Suddenly, she became aware that she was no longer alone. At first, there
was just a gentle touch to the insides of her bare thighs. Then, a fingernail
scraped down her arm, under her rubber covered chin and up her other arm. A
quite laugh greeted her discomfort.
"Well, what have we here?" said a female voice quietly next to her ear. "A
lovely strumpet, all strung up for my pleasure." The body of the voice now
pressed itself against Andi's back and the arms came around her front,
caressing her breasts. Andi tried to recoil, but was unable to even move. She
felt her cheeks burn with humiliation as the fingers of her tormentor began
to tease her nipples through her tee shirt and bra.
"A bra?" said the voice incredulously. "You wore a bra on a romantic sailing
trip? Oh, that will never do."
The hands were swift and adept as they tore her tee shirt and bra from her
body. There was no hint of violence there, only practiced skill, and Andi now
found herself naked from the waist up. To her utter shame, she found her
nipples becoming rigid.
"Much better," purred the voice. The body pressed against Andi's back
again. "Oooh, and look!" the fingers were rolling Andi's nipples between
them. "How exceptional! Our little nips are all hard and flinty."
Andi couldn't help the feeling of pleasure that the very talented fingers
were giving her. Despite her predicament, her body was responding the only
way it knew how when her nipples were teased.
"I wonder if there is any other part of Andi the naughty Sailor Girl that
is responding.
One hand slid down Andi's belly and unsnapped her shorts. She moaned
involuntarily as the fingers found her sensitive mound. Andi had always had
nipples that seemed to have a direct phoneline to her vagina, and, as always,
her body was preparing to get whatever pleasure was in store for it by
providing the necessary lubrication.
"Well, isn't this a wonderful surprise. Maybe my new slave gets turned on
by being tied up and teased by a nasty mistress, hmmm?"
Andi shook her head violently from side to side but moaned again as the
fingers found their mark. She would freely admit that she was game for
anything and had even had an experience with a woman. And Dave had tied her
to the bed once, and she had found the whole thing incredibly erotic. He had
teased her for hours, not allowing her to come. Finally, he had fallen asleep
draped over her, and she had a spontaneous orgasm which was the most powerful
she had almost ever experienced. She thought of that scene often when she and
Dave made love. Now, she wasn't sure why she was responding, but she couldn't
deny the sexy feelings that were building inside of her.
A slap tingled her buttocks, bringing her back from the lovely land to
which the fingers had been transporting her.
"It's not good to disagree with your mistress, slave, especially on your
first day." The hands were at work again, and Andi soon found herself naked
except for the rubber mask she wore, her white socks and her sneakers.
"Now then," said the voice, "let's just see how horny our new slave is."
For several seconds, nothing happened, and Andi wondered if she had been
left alone. Then, she felt the fingers at her crotch again. This time, they
were probing and, at the same time, gently stimulating her. Andi found
herself relaxing her muscles at their touch, and the rosy glow of arousal
suffused her.
Then, the fingers stopped. She stiffened as she felt a new pressure there,
this one more insistent. She realized now that the disembodied voice was now
trying to force something inside of her, and she clamped her muscles as best
she could.
"Now, none of that," said the voice, taking Andi's left nipple between it's
teeth. Andi relaxed involuntarily, and the thing at her crotch slid in a
notch. She realized that it had to be some sort of dildo. The mistress, as
Andi now though of her tormentor, worked the thing back and forth, and Andi
found she had little choice but to accept it. Andi had used dildos before,
but she now felt as if she would be split in two. This one must truly be a
monster. Finally, it was firmly inside her. Her vagina seemed to clamp around
the thing involuntarily, and Andi shuddered.
To her utter horror, Andi felt the same process beginning at her buttocks,
and she bleated through her gag. She was rewarded with another slap to her
now naked buttocks, and she gritted her teeth as the second dildo found it's
way into her rectum.
"There," said the voice with satisfaction. Her nipples got a vigorous rub.
Suddenly, Andi felt a slight stirring in both the dildos. It became clear
to her that she had been plugged from both ends with huge vibrators.
Gradually, their buzzing became more intense. Andi found herself responding
in the only way she could. She tried to resist the feelings, but the
vibrators were insistent. The one in her rectum seemed to accentuate the one
in her vagina, the two acting in synchronized rhythm. Andi felt herself
forced up the hill to the inevitable climax, and she finally gave up
resisting.
Andi screamed as she orgasmed. It started as a small ball of heat in her
stomach and blossomed into a virtual firestorm. She shuddered as the spasm
rocketed through her, and found herself straining at her bonds. When the
final wave hit her, she would have collapsed had it not been for the bondage.
When it had passed, she hung limply, breathing heavily through her nose. As
she came back to earth, she became aware that the vibrators were still on.
They were demanding more, and her body was responding. In no time, the
vibrators had forced her to another crescendo. Andi realized that this was
the point of the exercise. She would die from orgasm!
Andi's tormentor watched with interest as her rubber hooded and naked
victim was forced to come yet again. She had potential,this one did. And
spirit. She fought her captor, but that could be used to tame her. The fact
that she could be aroused and teased to orgasm belied her protesting.
Somewhere inside she was enjoying this.
As yet another orgasm was wrenched from her, Andi wondered vaguely how long
it would continue or, more to the point, how much more she could endure.
Presently, the vibrators were switched off, but Andi could feel herself
tingling. She felt drained, but the afterglow of her multiple orgasms stayed
with her. Silently, the woman removed the dildos, causing Andi to gasp
involuntarily as they came out.
To her relief, she then felt fingers working at the rubbermask. She had no
idea of how long she had worn it, but it had to have been several hours. She
was glad to be rid of the huge rubber penis gag as the mask was peeled from
her head, and even gladder for the cool air that caressed her sweaty skin.'
"Well, aren't we just the prettiest thing?" said the voice, now behind her.
"Who are you and where am I?" croaked Andi. Her throat was quite dry, she
realized. She tried to crane her neck around to see her captor.
"I am your new trainer," said the voice. She was toying with Andi, staying
just out of sight. "You will address me as Mistress Alexis, or just mistress.
Is that clear, slave?"
"Bullshit," spat Andi. "That bitch Cassie put you up to this and I won't
stand for it! Now, unchain me, God damit, and I'll think about not suing
your ass off!"
There was no avoiding the slash from the leather crop as it laid a stripe
across Andi's naked left buttock. Andi's shocked squeal caused Mistress
Alexis to smile wickedly as she came around to face her. Andi found herself
staring into dark eyes that sparkled with pleasure at having a new slave.
There was something else that Andi read there, too. It was lust. This woman
wanted her and enjoyed the idea of being able to take her at any moment.
Mistress Alexis was taller than Andi, which was intimidating in itself. She
was probably thirty or so, and her dark hair was cut short. Andrea found
herself admitting that Mistress Alexis was quite lovely. Her clothing, which
consisted of a bar, garterbelt, stockings and black heels, was all made of
black rubber. Around her neck was a studded leather collar, and two pair of
handcuffs dangled from her belt. Andi smiled in spite of herself.
"And just what are you supposed to be?" she asked. "You look like something
out of Penthouse Variations." Mistress Alexis smiled again and folded her
arms.
"You seem to be forgetting whose the one that is tied up. But no matter. I
haven't had to kill any of my slaves yet, and I hope you won't be the first."
Without warning and as quickly as a cat, Mistress Alexis delivered another
slash with the crop.
"Shit!" hissed Andi as the crop striped her right buttock this time. Alexis
grabbed Andi's chin and put her face within millimeters of Andi's. Andi felt
the stirring of renewed fear. Perhaps this was more serious than she had
thought. She had lulled herself into believing that Cassie had just meant to
scare her off from Dave. "Listen to me," said Mistress Alexis in a level
voice. "Certain parties, whose names I suspect you know, have paid lots of
money to have you taught a lesson. You have no future except the one that I
choose to grant you. Cassandra is a very important woman in these parts, and
when she wants someone taught to behave, she calls me. Most of my slaves come
here by choice. Every so often, I accept a challenge. You, my dear, are
mine." Alexis released Andi's face.
"You realize of course that this is kidnapping, don't you?" said Andi.
"Well, if there were anyone who might miss you, that could be a problem.
But Cassie made doubly sure to cover all those bases. You have no immediate
family who would be looking for you, and your boss thinks you had to quit for
family reasons and what few friends you have will get the same message from
your answering machine."
Andi realized that what Alexis was saying was true. She could be kept here
for weeks and no one would be the wiser. As this realization sunk in, she
wondered anew just what was in store for her.
Andi soon discovered that where she was being held was referred to as "the
Farm". In reality, it was more like a vacation retreat where mistresses and
their slaves could come and commune with nature.
It was about two hundred acres in the middle of where, Andi wasn't sure.
She knew, though, that it was at least two hours from home. The Farm sported
tennis courts, a gym, swimming pool and fifteen bedrooms (and as many
bathrooms, Andi learned later)in the main house, as well as five smaller
bungalows spread out around the property. There was also an equestrian
facility, where a very different form of the sport was practiced.
Mistress Alexis was also mistress of the manor.
Andi realized that to fight Alexis was probably useless, so she stood
docilely as a harness gag was strapped on her. Her arms were pinned behind
her in some sort of single leather glove. Alexis slipped a pair of black
rubber panties on her butt, aside for her sneakers, Andi remained largely
naked.
"Okay, slave, let's show you off to my other guests," said Alexis after
snapping a leash to the collar around Andi's neck.
The bright afternoon sun caused her to blink, but, when her eyes adjusted,
Andi could see that she really was isolated. The warm air was filled with the
smells of summer and, had it not been for her current predicament, she would
have found the bucolic setting magnificent.
Andi could see people on the tennis courts at the bottom of the hill.
Following obediently behind Mistress Alexis, Andi found the situation
surreal: this could have been summer camp, yet she was bound and gagged,
being led like a dog by a woman in rubber tights!
"Hi, ladies, look what I have!" said Alexis as they approached the pool
around the back of the house.
There were actually nine people by the pool, all women, all fairly young.
Roughly half were not restrained in some way.
All eyes turned to Andrea.
"Ah, your new student has arrived, I see," said one. "She's as lovely as
Cassie had promised. I hope she enjoys sweating." The others laughed.
Andi noticed that there was one figure whom she couldn't see because it was
encased from head to toe in black rubber. The figure was bound to the diving
board, head dangling over the edge of the board. A woman in a string bikini
was literally bouncing up and down on her shoulders in preparation to dive.
She was quite adept at it, and, though Andi imagined that it was
uncomfortable, the diver clearly knew what she was about.
"That's Catherine and her slave Stacey. Stacey didn't behave well last
night, so she is being punished." Alexis looked at Andi with a meaningful
look.
Andi was introduced next to Alexis' slave, Lila. Lila's job was to furnish
refreshments and any other service that might be required by the mistresses.
She wore a white rubber leotard with holes for her nipples, and her leather
cuffed wrists and ankles were hobbled so that she was fairly mobile. Lila was
petite and chestnut haired, and she looked at Andi with wide hazel eyes.
Mistress Elizabeth had her slave, Ashley, who was an elegant looking blonde
in a black satin corset and heels. She knelt next to the chair of her
mistress.
Mistress Fiona, who was British, had her slave Sarah naked and bound to a
chaise, where she was being slathered in sun screen.
The final couple was Mistress Paula and her slave, Lee. Lee was only in her
bikini bottoms, and her hands were cuffed behind her.