Subject: Story: Mistress in Bondage From: [email protected] (WhiteDove) Date: Fri, May 22, 1998 13:16 EDT Message-id: <[email protected]> This story is based on a dream a r/l Mistress had in her sleep. Take it as you will. Everyone under 18 or who is easily offended please do not read further. ******************************************************************************* Evening had arrived, my precious slave girl worked in the kitchen while I sat on the couch watching the end of the news. It was nearly 10pm and I was getting tired. Almost time for bed. My girl brought me a warm cup of my favorite tea and served it the Gorean way, which she knows I enjoy so much. The tea was strong and I liked a lot of sugar in it to even out the taste. I raised the cup to my lips and sipped the hot liquid. I gave her a smile showing I was pleased and she watched me with wide eyes and a smile. She seemed distracted. "Is everything ok little one?" I asked, though she is much larger than I am. Six foot even, with light brown hair, and eyes so dark you could fall into them and never hit bottom. "Yes Mistress." she replied. I shrugged and looked to the clock again. I took a final gulp of my tea and announced it was time for bed. I was feeling very tired now. I went to her room to tuck her in; like I always do. She smiled and I kissed her goodnight and turned off the light. I stumbled (literally) into my bedroom and barely got my clothes off enough to crawl into bed. It is strange how the sleep possessed me all of the sudden... as if something was not right. Like there was something influencing my body, and thus my mind. It seemed I was in a drugged state when I felt my body being moved. I opened my eyes slightly to see my girl moving me around. A man was with her, someone I had not ever seen before. He was packing clothes from my closet. Few clothes. My girl was moving my body into a specific position, but the sleep took hold of me and I was gone again. Even the shock of the scene was not enough to wake me. I don't know how much time passed, but I awoke in a car or vehicle of some kind. I only knew that for sure, because of the bumps in the road. I was curled up in some sort of bag, a large duffle bag perhaps. I am small, five 5 foot and two inches, my hands were tied with rope and folded between my legs, and my ankles were tied and pulled up under my knees. My legs were loosing feeling because of the awkward position. A leather blind fold was strapped around my head and a piece of cloth across the outside of my mouth keeping it closed. I panicked. I remembered the scene in my bedroom and knew for sure now that I had been drugged. I even cursed myself for telling my girl not to touch the strong pain medicine in the bathroom, that it was so strong it had knocked out others twice my size. I struggled and half screamed through my gag. I didn't know what was happening, I could not see. I felt a hand pat on my shoulder trying to calm me. I heard my girl's voice. "Its ok, I'm here." she said. I cried under my blind fold and whimpered. A million situations ran through my mind, as to what would be done with me, but none I knew for sure. I had to wait and see what would happen to me. The drug was still in my veins and after wearing myself out with more crying I fell into sleep again. I awoke when my bag was being pulled out of the car and carried into a building. My arms were pinned even tighter as I was carried and I grumbled when I was set down so roughly. I heard my girl's voice with a man and then a door close. I listened closely. She was alone in the room with me. She walked from the door to my bag and unzipped the side. I breathed in the fresh air from the room. She pulled me out and laid me gently on the floor, allowing my legs to stretch out. I moaned from the pain of my blood entering my leg's veins again. The tingling started and feeling came back to my limbs. "I love you too much to have left you, but I can not remain your slave. You belong to me now. You have always been my "peaches", now that is what your name is." she explained to me. I cried again, half scared half confused. "peaches" was a pet name she would call me, because of my baby hair on my lower back. It was invisible, but soft like a peach. Now it was my slave name, and I belonged to her. I whimpered again and she stroked my long dark hair. When I had settled down a little she took off my blindfold. I held my eyes closed tight knowing that the sudden light would shock them. I opened them slowly bit by bit taking in the blurry surroundings. We were in an empty room, sort of what an apartment looks like before you move in. I was laying against the back wall, to my left a mirrored closet and across from me the door I heard. Her suitcases were in the corner. Looking down at my tied hands I finally realized that she had dressed me before putting me into the bag. Although it wasn't much, just a long t-shirt and some panties. I stretched out my hands slightly looking up to her. She smiled. "I have some things to do, but I won't leave you. I'll keep the door open so that I can hear you in case you need me." My eyes pleaded for her to release me, but she did not. She walked out of the room leaving the door wide open. Through the door I could see the living room. A full size couch was against the wall and a small end table to one side of it. I heard no one else in the rooms except my new Mistress. I heard some sounds of clattering dishes and assumed she was in the kitchen. I sighed and tried to relax in my bondage. My girl knew me well, on occasion I had allowed her to session with me (top me in session). She knew how bondage affected me. She knew I felt safer in bondage, and more calm. When in bondage I could take much more pain than I could if I was free. I even thought back to the last time I had allowed it. She had tied my hands from a door frame making me stand. The leather cuffs supported my weight and I was able to enjoy everything without fearing to fall. I smiled under my gag. Perhaps being her slave will not be so terrible. A knock on the door. My Mistress ran to the door. I caught a glimpse of her through the door. She had changed into red Gorean silks. I had loved when she wore those for me. She even wore the gold arm band that I had given her for Christmas. The door opened and I could hear the nervousness in her voice. "Greetings Master." she said. My ears perked up like an attack dog ready for the attack command signal. My anger took over my fears for the moment, because I do not know what his reply was. The man walked in and sat down on the couch. He noticed me lying in the next room, I saw his eyes meet mine, but he ignored me and turned his attention to her. She had gone to the kitchen and brought out a cold drink for him. Kneeling she served him like she used to serve me, kissing the rim of the glass and holding it out to him. The expression on his face showed he was very pleased with his newly acquired slave. I hated him. He reached out a hand and touched her cheek, and I growled. I cried and struggled with my bondage. I wanted to kill him. To rip him apart with my teeth and nails if that's all I had. I would make him submit to me and kiss my feet before I let him die. I would win. He would loose. I screamed with frustration. My Mistress knew how to bound someone. Her knots only grew tighter around my limbs. My screams disturbed them, I was proud of this. But then my Mistress simply stood up, walked to my door, and then closed it. She closed it, without a word to me. I screamed louder, but I heard nothing more. Crying, I exhausted myself again. The light from the window above me turned dark with time. Night had arrived. The door opened slowly and she carried in a plate with food on it. The food was cold, but it was food. I lifted my head as she removed the gag. "You need to eat, my peaches." I was so hungry I took the food from her fingers between my teeth and ate quickly until my hunger sub-sided. My mouth was too full to talk, but she spoke more to me. "It was not healthy where we were peaches, we had to leave. I want a good life for you and me. I know you aren't happy for what I've done, or taking a Master, but it is for the best. But don't worry, I will never let go of you." I turned away from her, still chewing on my food. The tears swelled up in my eyes, yet I did not have the strength to cry anymore. "I know this is hard for you, I just want you to remember how much I love you." She set the plate down next to me and gave me a strong hug, kissing my shoulder before she left again. The door closed. My bondage did not allow me to sit up or move much, but my thirst grew and some watery sauce still remained on the plate. With some effort I moved towards it and licked up the sauce. I was tired and set my head down next to the plate listening for any sounds outside the room. An hour later I did hear sounds. Sounds I have heard before. Sounds I know very well. She was crying out in pain, the sounds of a whip hitting her body. I cried again, in anger and sadness. How dare he touch her! Minutes, perhaps hours passed, I didn't know what time it was that she came back into the room with me. Her body was striped with wounds. I used to enjoy those stripes. They were so beautiful to me when I made them. Now, they only caused anger and grief. "I never caused marks so horrid." I said. "Your new Master is an amateur!" I pouted. She laughed and took me into her arms and held me. "You're so silly, my little girl." she replied rocking me in her arms. I sighed, glad to be in her wonderful arms again. She untied me and I knew the rope marks in my skin would remain at least til morning. She laid out some blankets on the floor and laid down patting her hand beside her. I quickly went into her arms again, falling asleep quickly against her warm soft skin. The next day was pretty normal until that night. She moved a rocking chair in front of the couch... facing it. I suspected that her Master was coming again. We ate an early dinner and afterwards she had me kneel beside the chair. She tied my ankles with a small amount of rope between them so I could move if directed to. She tied my wrists tightly behind my back and then blind folded me. She placed a leather collar around my neck and clicked a leash to its ring. I grew nervous. She tied the leash to the rocking chair and then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. My ears perked to the knock on the door. She ran quickly to the door and opened it the same way as the night before. "Greetings Master." she said. I grumbled but said nothing. She had told me to be good. I didn't know what she meant by it before, but I did now. They talked about simple things and he sat on the couch in front of me and she sat in the chair beside me. She traced her fingers through my hair which calmed my trembling breath. They continued to talk and my interest wandered to the tv which had been left on, but the volume on low... I struggled to hear it. I should have been paying attention because my Mistress got up... tying the leash again to the chair. I heard her walk to the kitchen. She was always very quiet, but I could hear her feet on the tile in the kitchen. I listened closely. The man shifted his weight, perhaps crossing a leg. Suddenly my hair was pulled back, my head forced back as far as it would go. I screamed frantically. My Mistress moved her hand to stroke my face and speak to me. "Its only me, dear." I broke into silent tears gasping for air as her Master chuckled. "Jumpy, isn't she?" he remarked. I hated him. My Mistress chuckled too. "I like to keep my slaves on their toes." She sat down again and I pressed my cheek to her bare foot. She owns me, I am her's. *********************************************************************** And thus I woke from my dream, out of breath and shocked at how my mind works. Some say dreams are the window to people's secret desires, others say dreams are windows to the future. What do I think? I think I'm just a Mistress......a Mistress in bondage.