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“I am not entirely sure about this anymore.” Said Ronda as the
couple waited in the hotel’s lobby.
Manfred looked about, noting other couples walking hand in hand,
and some people sitting outside in the sun reading books by the
pool. This looked like a pretty normal place, all things
considered.
“Well, we’re already booked in and we’re already here.” Manfred
said, turning to his wife. “Come on, Rondi, we’ve had this discussion,
like, a hundred times before and we both always found excuses why not
to come here! But then we would convince each other that it is
something we wanted.” He smiled. “No point in doing that at this
point, innit?”
Ronda looked around, hoping, hoping. This place just looked
too... normal. Not at all like the BDSM wonderland they were
offered. Nothing like it. It just looked like any other hotel by the
beach. Maybe that was what made her nervous, that it didn’t look the
part. It felt like some of the inmates she worked with—they all looked
normal, until they started to talk about their crimes.
In the end, she sighed and leaned closer to her husband. “You’re
right, you are.”
The two hugged each other side by side and waited. After a while
the receptionist came back, a woman dressed in black followed suit. In
one moment, both Ronda and Manfred’s doubts were dispelled. Wherein
the rest of the hotel imitated the most boring dream holiday down to
the letter, this woman imitated the idea both had had of how a
dominatrix should look. It wasn’t the black rubbery dress, with its
plunging neckline and buckles that gave this illusion, no, it was
more... an air about the woman. The set of her shoulders, the lazy yet
controlled look of her eyes. Something about her made her seem taller
than everyone, even if she wasn’t too tall. She smiled as if she knew
jokes you would never understand. She just seemed... in control.
Ronda found herself containing a pout of a smile, and thinking of
old fantasies unfulfilled. Manfred tried not to look at the woman’s
body.
“This is Mistress Miranda Lawlor, and she will be your personal
aide for the duration of your stay,” Chirped in the receptionist in a
beautiful tone. “She will now show you to your room, and you can have
the Chat over lunch.”
The receptionist turned to Mistress Miranda Lawlor as if waiting
permission to be dismissed. Mistress Miranda Lawlor said something in
a low voice and nodded. Ronda didn’t hear what the receptionist said
when she bowed, but judging by the way her lips had moved, and what
thoughts were coursing through her mind, she liked to think it had
been “I obey Mistress.” Ronda had to control herself or else make an
embarrassing sound.
Manfred, ever the cool-headed man even if he was nervous and scared
leaned forward and gave his hand up for a handshake. “Nice meeting
you, Mistress Lawlor.” He said in jovial politeness and hidden
joy.
For a whole second Mistress Miranda Lawlor stared at Manfred’s hand
as if it were a disease to be exterminated. For a whole second did
Ronda think that the absolute humiliation and pleasure they had paid
for would start here, in the middle of the lobby, with all these
people watching. Watching as they were humiliated by a
dominatrix. Ronda’s shoulder ticked and shivered.
Instead, Mistress Miranda Lawlor took Manfred’s hand into her own
and smiled broadly. “It is great to finally meet you two. I know the
whole staff has been waiting for this.”
Manfred’s eyebrows shot up. “Have they?”
“Well, of course!” Mistress Miranda Lawlor’s hands shot out to her
sides, showing the expanse of the lobby. The riding crop in her right
hand shuddered like a horse’s tail. Or maybe it was a
cat-o-nine-tails? Ronda didn’t know. “It is hard to miss just how many
emails you sent us.”
“Many emails..?” Manfred said in a low inquisitive tone. His gaze
reluctantly left Mistress Miranda Lawlor—god, but was he
checking the woman out! Ronda didn’t know if to be angry or jealous or
excited—and rested on his wife.
Ronda licked her lips. “Well, I really wanted to know about the
place.”
“Oh!” Manfred exclaimed, fingertips coming to rest on his
forehead. But before he could go on Mistress Miranda Lawlor broke into
a jovial laugh that filled the room in interesting ways.
“Seems like someone broke a rule, didn’t she?”
“Maybe she should be punished?” Mistress Miranda Lawlor’s gaze was
penetrating, knowing, and enticing. It promised much, and it teased
Ronda. Oh, how did it tease her. For a moment she regretted sending
so many emails; she had said too much, and armed the staff of this
hotel with all the ammunition they needed to use her. But at the same
time, the thought enticed her.
Before she could say anything, Manfred came to her rescue.
“Maybe she will, maybe not.” He said in a possessive note. To the
lady clad in black he said, “Would you be so kind to show us to our
rooms, Mistress Lawlor? It’s been a long day of travelling.”
Mistress Miranda Lawlor could have slapped him for being insolent,
or she could’ve said that they both had signed away their right to
demand anything the moment they checked-in, or she could’ve taken them
on a merry chase around the hotel, but instead, Mistress Miranda
Lawlor nodded her assent.
“I understand. This hotel isn’t exactly in the middle of a city, is
it, now?” She turned and walked right, her heels clacking against the
tiles. “If you would follow me?”
Manfred and Ronda followed the click-clack of hills down a long
hallway of concrete to the left and glass to the right. Through the
windows the couple could see a view of the beach, and the cliffs far
to the east. Sunlight was pouring in, leaving no job for light
bulbs.
This was a wonderful choice, even if it is not
what we thought it would be. Ronda thought as they turned left at
a sharp corner and went up a flight of wooden, modern-decor stairs. As
they reached the second floor, the couple’s fantasies became
real.
Just coming out of one of the hotel’s rooms stood a woman dressed
quite differently than Mistress Miranda Lawlor. She was wearing a
cheongsam dress of pure, shiny white; it was short, and tight, and
combined artistically with stockings and gloves decorated with woven
branches and flowers. Her heels were tall and extreme. But Ronda
didn’t stare at the woman per se, but at the man she held in a
leash. He was wearing but a loincloth and a collar-and-chain combo
attached to his neck.
Ronda had mixed feelings about this. It was a wonderful thing, to
find some of the femdom she had heard so much about, but
at the same time she didn’t know if she liked the idea of seeing other
people in similar such situations walking about. It was... well, a bit
like a mirror. It was alright to have these kinks in private, but to
have them in the open? Something about it didn’t feel quite
right.
Isn’t that why you decided to come here in the
first place? A voice in her head asked and Ronda had to drop the
subject.
The woman in white beamed as she noticed Mistress Miranda Lawlor
and she nearly skipped to meet her. The two exchanged pleasantries and
kisses.
“Are these your new pets?” Asked the woman in white. The man on the
leash remained a step behind his mistress. Ronda couldn’t help but
notice that he and Manfred were of the same height. Then she couldn’t
stop the image of her husband dressed like that from appearing in her
mind. She shivered and hoped no one noticed, again.
Mistress Miranda Lawlor smiled. “These cute couple are the new
members of our family. And that one,” She pointed at Ronda, with eyes
penetrating. “Is the famous Ronda”
The woman in white giggled behind a hand. “Oh, you’re so lucky,
Mistress Lawlor. These two are going to be a lot of fun.” Her jovial
eyes flickered towards Ronda, catching the shorter girl’s
attention. “Especially that one.”
Ronda froze for the duration of that look. The woman’s eye was
just... knowing. It demanded attention. It demanded to be looked
back. Ronda felt as if this giggly specimen of a girl had stripped her
down to her soul. Luckily, it lasted but a second.
Manfred was staring at a very interesting crack in the wall as the
two women looked them over.
“Oh, well, I’ll be seeing you around. My pet here,” She pulled the
chain and the man took half a step forward. “needs to be reminded not
to scream when I don’t want him to.”
Mistress Miranda Lawlor turned to look at her charge with a
grin. “Don’t mind Mistress Qi—you’ll get used to her.” A pause. “And
you two should start to remember where you are and why, because if you
keep on trying to ignore everything your time here will be a bit less
consensual than you hope for.”
The strength in her voice brought the couple out of their joint
reverie. They stared at her, quizzically, apologetically.
“Oh, don’t give me those looks, darlings, you two read about what
we offered. You know what we are going to do, and what rights we
have. After all...” She leaned closer, putting a finger under their
chins and forcing them each to look into one of her eyes. “you signed
away your free will just an hour ago.”
She turned on her heels and bid them to follow.
Manfred and Ronda, holding suitcases and doubt, shared a look that
spoke measures.
“Get a move on!” Cried Mistress Miranda Lawlor and the couple
jolted into motion.
Later, much later, after what felt like walking for an eternity,
the couple was brought into a room that was all they had paid for. And
they had paid quite a bit to be in there.
“This is your wonderful home for the next couple of
days. Everything has been explained, so I see no need for me sticking
around.” Mistress Miranda Lawlor said. “Just knock on the next door
when you’re ready and I’ll come and meet you for lunch.” And with
that, she was gone.
Manfred, ever the practical man, started to unpack. Ronda, however,
couldn’t stay still.
“Did you see that!?” She exclaimed, jumping to her feet.
Manfred put a book by one of the nightstands. “See what,
exactly?”
Ronda pouted. How couldn’t he know what she was saying! “That other
woman, Ki, or whatever!”
“Mistress Qi?” Manfred said as he put his toiletries next to his
book.
“Well... I don’t know why you’re upset. This place looks to be
exactly what we wanted.”
Ronda glared. “How can you be so calm?”
Manfred stopped unpacking. By the set of his shoulders Ronda could
see she had stroked that old ego again. Well, it wasn’t her fault that
this place was just so... much! She knew Manfred was as excited as
her, but he just wouldn’t show it.
“Yes, I know.” Ronda found herself apologizing. “But... this place
is...”
Manfred sighed and in a second he was kneeling before his
wife. “Yes, it is a bit difficult to absorb all in all. Mistress Qi
and her pet. Those bulky men dragging the horse person... it is all
quite a lot to take in. But we both knew what we were getting into.”
His shoulders shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I just imagined things
closer to this.”
Ronda looked at him and knew it to be true.
“Let’s finish unpacking so we can go to lunch. I am starving.”
Ronda added.
Manfred smiled at her. “In more ways than one, I bet.”
Ronda blushed. He knew her too well.
Ronda woke with a massive headache. She opened her eyes and
immediately closed them. Light was painful. She tried to rub her eyes
but something held her arms back. Panic gripped her and she opened her
eyes hard. This time it was easier to exist.
Slowly awareness came to her. She was sitting down, on a hard
chair. Wood, by the feel of it. The fact that she was naked didn’t
really register. Not remembering how you ended up chained
to a chair in a room that was the exact opposite of a dark room was
more important than silly notions of propriety.
Slowly, she managed to get used to the amount of light. The
headache, however, didn’t go away. And she really needed to pee. She
licked the inside of her mouth, but didn’t feel that awful, hangover
taste. So, no alcohol. Drugs?
“Okay, how did I end up here?” She asked in a hoarse whisper. She
really needed to drink something.
And to pee. She contemplated just doing it, but she didn’t know
when anyone would come to clean her, if they would at all.
Was this part of the hotel’s services?
She trekked her memory further back than when she and Manfred
arrived at the hotel, and she knew she had never mentioned anything
like this in her emails.
Ronda started to pull at her bonds, but both her arms were tightly
chained to something behind her and the chair. She couldn’t even move
them from where they rested. And the way her legs were chained, spread
out as much as far as they could, she couldn’t move at all.
Perhaps it was just good timing, or they had watched her trashing,
but suddenly, out of the perfectly white and glowing walls a door
opened. Through it walked three women dressed from head to neck in
black latex. Their heels clacked, their hips swayed, and somewhere at
the very back of her head Ronda felt a thrill. She stopped moving and
just watched as the trio neared. She noticed that two of them hung
back, wheeling in what looked like a coffin.
When they were close enough, and the glare of the room fell off of
them, Ronda recognized Mistress Miranda Lawlor’s face.
“Wha—” Ronda couldn’t finish as her jaw stung. Her headache was
back and she felt as if her teeth were coming loose.
“You will not speak unless allowed to, slave.”
The word made something tingle in Ronda. But she didn’t really
allow it to. What was going on? Did they agree on this? Was this part
of a fantasy? Why couldn’t she remember anything!?
Mistress Miranda Lawlor waited until the other two girls pushed the
coffin onto an upright position.
“I knew you two would make for a delicious time.” Mistress Miranda
Lawlor said in what could’ve been glee.
Ronda didn’t want to feel that fist on her face again so she didn’t
say anything. Two? Is Manfred in there? She
looked at the coffin. Straight out of a western, it looked. Is this something we discussed over lunch?
Lunch. The word echoed in her head, but that is all it did. Echo in
an empty space. The word itself seemed to tickle her memory and at the
same time snuff it.
Mistress Miranda Lawlor nodded and the two faceless girls opened
the coffin. Ronda recognized Manfred’s body, but that was as far as it
went; she couldn’t see his face, or anything but his manhood. He was
clad in black, several layers by the look of it, and several leather
straps held his arms and legs tight. Fear and excitement gripped her
like a remora. She feared for what had been done to her husband. For
how long had Manfred been in this woman’s power? What had been done to
him? Was he okay? Was he suffering from the same headache as she, or
worse? But underneath all that worry and fear, Ronda couldn’t hide the
fact that seeing Manfred tied up, helpless, and sporting a massive
erection really got to her.
Mistress Miranda Lawlor smiled knowingly. “Don’t worry, he is
okay. In fact...” She moved closer and ran a finger down Manfred’s
black chest. His penis moved up and down in response. “I think he
hasn’t been this well in years.”
Mistress Miranda Lawlor made a motion with her hand and one of the
girls quickly went on all fours right in front of Ronda. The
dominatrix sat on the girl’s hips and stared at Ronda right in the
eye.
“You can’t remember how you got here?”
“Good. That means everything is going according to plan. Oh, don’t
give me that look. You were the one who agree to this!” She extended a
shiny arm to point at Manfred’s body. “I made sure that you cannot
remember anything”
“How?” Ronda couldn’t help the question leaving her mouth. She
wanted to know. Thunder rang in her skull. The pain was worth it,
hopefully.
Mistress Miranda Lawlor shook her hand. “You’ve got strong
cheekbones.” She turned to look at Manfred. “His erection is
waning. Slave, do your job.” The other girl nodded obedience and knelt
in front of Manfred’s body. Ronda looked away.
“Well, I see nothing wrong in showing you what I did.” Mistress
Miranda Lawlor said. “Not like you will be able to do much even if I
show you. Or remember much.”
Ronda’s ears were still ringing and her left cheek was starting to
swell and hurt.
“Look into my eyes.” Mistress Miranda Lawlor’s voice reverberated
throughout her body. She felt her pussy tingle, felt her skin shiver,
felt her thoughts go out the window. Ronda felt her mind emptying, her
body letting go. She felt the warm trail of urine pooling underneath
her, but she didn’t care. She had to just look into those eyes. And
she did.
Mistress Miranda Lawlor smailed. “All thoughts gone...” She
began.
“Only obedience left.” Ronda finished, her mouth slack, her eyes
staring only into her Mistress’s. I know this...
She thought, far away, through a haze and fog.
“Exactly.” Mistress Miranda Lawlor wrinkled her nose and stood. The
kneeling girl didn’t say a thing. “However, it seems that you need
some more time in this room.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Ronda said. Somewhere deep inside she wanted to
ask questions. But questions weren’t part of obedience and she had
only obedience left in her mind.
“Meanwhile, I will keep working on your dear husband.” She stood in
front of Manfred’s body, one finger drawing circles over where his
nipple would be. He must’ve been gagged, for no sound escaped him,
even if his body shuddered strongly. “Slave06, you will remain. Clean
the silly girl and deepen her programming. We cannot start the fun
these two paid for until they both are mindless and obedient.”
Ronda wasn’t really aware of what was going on. She just kept
staring at those eyes.
Ronda screamed as freezing cold water woke her. Her body shook and
the chair bit into her legs. Her wrists felt sore where the manacles
had chaffed her skin.
“What!?” She said, completely confused. Where was Mistress? What
had happened? Where was Manfred?
She was wet, cold, and sore. At least she didn’t need to pee
anymore. She was hungry now, though.
Movement caught her eye and she turned her head. A girl clad in PVC
was kneeling in front of a small box and a bucket. Well, that answered
one question and created more.
“Uhm... What is going on?” Ronda dared to speak. For some reason,
that made her left cheek ache terribly.
The girl stood. She was wearing hooves-shaped boots that covered
her legs all the way to where thighs met hips. Other than that, the
girl was all black. Ronda couldn’t even see her eyes.
The girl walked towards Ronda, silently. She held something behind
her back. Ronda started to trash as
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