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.


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	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.

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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.