Warehouse Mistress

Kate awoke slowly and yawned thinking what a strange dream that was. Her yawn turned to a muffled gasp when she discovered the ball-gag still seated in her mouth. Kate looked around and found she was in her bedroom lying on her bed. She glanced down her body and discovered she was dressed in her special “date night” lingerie.

A kinky set she had bought on a whim; it was comprised of a black bra and panties set edged with red lace and ribbon. The bra was a strapless type and secured in the front with a red ribbon. The bra lifted her breasts enhancing them as it framed her partially exposed nipples. The panties tied on either side with ribbons and cupped her ass cheeks; exposing the crack of her ass and barely covering her now damp core.

Her eyes traveled further down her body and her eyes alighted on her ankles cuffed securely with padded black cuffs locked to her ankles with travel locks and fixed to the lower bedposts with strong looking chains. She looked up and saw her wrists were also cuffed with locked padded black cuffs secured to the upper bedposts with chains. Kate tugged on the binds and found them to be secure with no slack. Her eyes widened as she felt a wetness begin to trickle down between her legs.

She closed her eyes as her wild fantasies began to fill her mind; all blown away by the reality of her situation as the too real cuffs kept her the captive of a woman who had already made her feel pleasure beyond anything she had ever felt before. Her mind couldn’t accept that. She had always fantasized it would be a man who took her; kidnapping her from her house and spiriting her far away. The mere thought of a woman doing all of this to her caused a sick feeling to rise in the pit of her stomach. The other emotion she felt was fear as to the intentions of this woman. Yet amongst the fear and revulsion; there existed a tiny grain of anticipation as to what might come.

The sound of a hairdryer caught the bound beauty’s attention and she turned her head to look at the door to her bathroom. the sound cut off and she heard the sound of a female voice humming God Save The Queen. She began to tug harder at the chains trying her best to get free of the bonds before the woman returned. Kate’s struggles ceased when the sound of the door knob turning pierced her thoughts. Her eyes turned to look at the door as it opened slowly, revealing the highly erotic sight it had hidden.

H.G. Wells had relieved herself of her leather pants and blouse revealing a silk whalebone corset in the color of aged ivory with black lacing down the front. A pair of lacy black panties tied on either side with black ribbon adorned her hips, the material was slightly see through and barely covered her core and ass. A pair of black silk opera gloves covered her arms to her elbows and a pair of aged ivory stockings covered her legs to her thighs. To complete the look she had exchanged the leather boots for a pair of black stiletto heels that clicked as she walked across the wooden floor of her room.

“Hello my dear,” said H.G. Wells as she strutted over to the foot of the bed. She gazed down at her captive’s body, drinking in the sight unashamedly.

Kate wriggled under her gaze, blushing as her captor licked her lips. “You look delicious dear,” she said as she crawled forward on the bed towards her panties-clad hips.

“Like one of those tarts who used to dance on the stages of White’s and Boodle’s.” Kate’s eyes widened and she wiggled her hips as her captor continued to crawl towards her defenseless crotch.

H.G. placed her hands on Kate’s hips and blew gently on her damp mound. Her captive squirmed as H.G. laughed airily,

“You’re about to see why I was so popular in ladies sewing circles.” H.G. grasped the ties of Kate’s panties and tugged them loose.

The satiny silk panel of the panties slithered down her crotch to pool in a heap between her legs. Kate shivered as the cool air touched her dampening mound.

“Having sex in the 19th century was a regimented and planned affair,” said H.G. as she stroked the bound woman’s inner thighs gently. “There was no spontaneity, no foreplay, and the woman almost never went satisfied.” A look of disgust crossed H.G.’s features as she began to steadily inch her caresses forward.

“Many a woman would confess to being unsatisfied with their marriage. Looking back I’d say that was when I began to detest men.” she said as her teasing fingers inched closer to Kate’s core.

“The idea of such ham-fisted pigs laying their grubby hands on me filled me with revulsion. Though the real turning point was when I discovered my maids kissing in the servants quarters.” Kate’s eyes widened as those teasing fingers began to stroke her outer lips.

“It was quite a shock and I found myself entranced as I watched them kiss each other so softly and lovingly. It was such a lovely thing especially after all the stories I had heard in the sewing circles.” H.G.’s fingers parted the moist lips of Kate’s outer labia, exposing the dripping folds of the inner and the bound woman panted softly, closing her eyes tightly.

“They kissed and caressed each other so lovingly; they even took turns stripping each other. I had a front row seat to their debauchery as they took turns licking each other’s quim,” said the sexy woman as she leaned close and gave Kate’s pussy a kiss, causing her eyes to shoot open and mumble angrily at the woman through her gag.

Kate’s H.G. smiled devilishly at the tirade and gave the aroused woman’s pussy a long slow lick from the very bottom of her slit to her engorged clit, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the beautiful brunette. Kate felt herself follow that teasing tongue with her mind as it traveled along her wet folds. She gasped and wriggled as H.G. used her tongue to flick her clit at the apex of her lick.

“Oooh you enjoyed that...” she whispered as she traced tiny circles along Kate’s inner thighs. “Well then you’ll really enjoy this...”

H.G. leaned closer and proceeded to lick Kate’s by now, very wet and hot pussy. Kate bucked and wriggled in the cuffs as H.G. moved her tongue in a slow waltz across her wet folds. The bound beauty mewled and wiggled her hips every time that talented tongue took a trip through her pussy and her hips would lift every time H.G. would use her tongue to flick her clit.

Kate’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut as the woman’s tongue worked her over. She had her pussy licked a few times by her previous boyfriends but the difference between their novice lapping and this woman’s masterful licking was like comparing a guttering candle to a raging bonfire.

The brunette’s eyes opened wide as her captor suddenly kissed her clit. She began to wiggle as the woman sucked on her clit. The sensations increased and Kate soon found herself on the brink of a massive orgasm. She bucked and wriggled, thrusting her hips into the lips and tongue of her tormentor. H.G. smiled at the muffled sounds of need and desire coming from her captive and proceeded to tease her folds with soft, deep licks. Kate mewled and cried into her gag as she strained against the unrelenting feelings and sensations. Suddenly she felt the woman grasp her clit with her teeth and tug.

Her eyes opened wide and a muffled scream burst from her throat as the combination of the tight bondage and the long pussy licking took her into the biggest orgasm of her life. Her muscles strained against the cuffs and her hips lifted from the bed as she rode out the intense and powerful waves of pleasure that ripped through her being.

H.G. licked up the juices from her captive’s thighs before planting a soft kiss on her pussy. The bound woman moaned in her throat and wiggled weakly.

“Those cuffs are hand tooled padded leather of the finest quality. Costs a pretty penny but they are far more comfortable than your own set aren’t they?”

Kate’s eyes widened and she stared into the eyes of her captor as the woman crawled across the bed on all fours. H.G. crawled over her body, her hips swaying seductively as she inched closer to the head of the bed. Kate found her eyes traveling to her tormentors breasts. The lovely mounds were partially hidden by the corset; the tops of her nipples visible through the lace.

She soon found herself staring into the dark brown eyes of the woman. The woman was on her knees and ankles, straddling her body. Their breasts were pressed together and the woman’s thinly covered sex was resting on her stomach.

“It occurs to me we haven’t been properly introduced... My name is H.G. Wells, Helena to my friends. But you can call me Mistress.” said H.G. as she stroked Kate’s cheek.

A shiver went up Kate’s spine as H.G. picked up the bottle of chloroform and a cloth. She soaked the cloth and smiled as she lowered it to her face holding it over her nose and mouth.

“Much as I’d love to keep playing with you Kate, I’m afraid I’m on a tight schedule. But don’t worry, I’ll be seeing you very soon...” she whispered as Kate slipped into unconsciousness.

Kate’s eyes opened and she gasped as she remembered that Helena woman and what she had done. She tried to sit up but found she couldn’t move a muscle below her neck. She craned her head and looked down at her body and moaned despairingly into the ball-gag still seated in her mouth.

Her body was wrapped in the bandages from her neck down with not a single inch of visible skin. The bandages had bound her feet together even going so far as to bind her big toes. Her legs were bound tightly with bandages and she felt a bandage between her legs holding something long and thin in her pussy. Kate’s torso was wrapped and her arms were crossed over her breasts and wrapped and strapped tightly. Kate’s head turned at the sound of clicking and she spied H.G. walking over to her carrying a wooden box.

“Sorry Kate, it took me a while to get everything unpacked. And now it all has to be repacked. What a life for a woman...” said H.G. as she set the box on the end table and began to undo the lock on the box.

“You should be honored beyond words, Kate...” whispered H.G. as she opened the box. “The last person to wear this was the Queen of Egypt: Cleopatra herself.”

H.G. lifted an Egyptian burial mask from the box and turned it so Kate could see it. the mask was made of gold and gems and depicted a beautiful woman’s face with holes where the eyes would be. Kate shook her head as H.G. opened the mask and lowered it towards her. The mask was placed over her head and shut with a click.

Kate tried to move her head but found her neck and head were held perfectly still by the mask. As she struggled she began to feel a tingle from between her legs as the object inside began to vibrate. The tingle soon grew and she found herself rubbing her thighs together in the hopes of reaching her orgasm sooner. A frustrated moan came from her lips as she found herself unable to get off with just her legs and the setting of the toy.

“Cruel isn’t it? Feeling the pent up desires of over a hundred concubines... To be so close to cumming... To be so aroused... And yet being unable to reach that sweet release? Such is the curse of Cleopatra’s Mask.” H.G. whispered as she lifted the whimpering and writhing woman from the bed and carried her into the living room.

The living room had been cleaned up with the only change being the large wooden shipping crate that had been opened in the entryway. Nestled inside the straw filled box was a gold sarcophagus, open and ready to receive an occupant.

H.G. laid the struggling girl into the sarcophagus and smiled down at her as she prepared to close the lid.

“Pleasant screams Kate. Although I doubt anyone will hear them.” she said as she shut the lid on the wide eyes of her captive as she let out one last moan of despair and need.

The wooden box was resealed and labeled for overnight delivery. H.G. smiled as she finished cleaning up the house and dressing. She turned at a knock and opened the front door to admit the deliveryman.

“Hey I’m here to pick up a package,” he said as he took in the sight of the gorgeous 19th century woman.

“Yes, its right over here.” said H.G. pointing to the wooden box containing the lovely Kate Logan.

The man nodded and loaded it onto a hand cart noting the various ‘fragile’ and ’this end up’ labels on it.

“So this box is going to... Univille, South Dakota?” he asked as he inspected the label on the side of the box. “Must be more tax returns...”

“Yes...” said H.G. as she imagined Kate suffering silently in the box, trying to reach an orgasm that wouldn’t come. “Just tax returns...”