Tatianna\'s Treasures

TATIANNA’S TREASURES!

By

ANNE GRAY

PROLOGUE –

“Oh come on Amy, work with me here.  I cannot put you on display for the private grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!”

Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to herself as she worked the laces of the heavily boned, white kid leather, bondage corset.  Since it was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation.

Amy, on the other hand, was hanging by her wrist cuffs from a ceiling pulley and just trying to get enough air in her lungs through her nostrils to stop from passing out.  She only had the use of her nose because her mouth was just about completely blocked with a large white rubber ball gag.  Tatianna liked to talk but was not the least bit interested in getting any answers from her gasping plaything.

The Domme took a break from working on the corset laces with the thick handled lace hook to study her progress.  The simple tool gave her a much more effective way to work up and down on the laces than using her fingers and, more importantly, didn’t put her gleaming crimson fingernails at risk.

Guessing that she was close to her goal she used a tape measure on the suspended girl and found there was over another half inch to go until she could tie off the laces.  It took another ten minutes to do that and then she lowered Amy just enough for her toes to touch the floor and take some of her weight.

Tati left her submissive to recover while she got her coat, locked up and headed for the airport to collect Anne.  Her lover, colleague and fellow leather Domme was coming to stay for a few days to help Tati open her new retail store that offered top of the line leather fashions to the general public.  Additionally it had a ‘by invitation only’ back area catering to the fetish BDSM scene and a very discrete dungeon downstairs that was currently occupied by Amy.  They had picked the name for the place weeks ago – Tatianna’s Treasures!

CHAPTER ONE – PREPARATIONS!

When Tatianna, she had a complete set of valid identification in this name so she decided to keep it, had arrived home after the sixteen hour drive from the mid-west the first thing she needed to attend to was getting some fluid and food into the leather bound ball behind the passenger seat. (See Tatianna’s Task for the full story.)

A small tube through Amy’s gag had allowed her to occasionally pump a few sips of water into the helpless girl during the trip but now she needed much more attention.

The maid service company had turned on all the systems for the house and even stocked the kitchen with some basic supplies before they left.  Using the four wheeled cart she moved Amy into the playroom and undid all the straps holding her in the ball shaped travelling position. 

Tatianna swore she heard a faint groan from the packed, leather strapped, mouth as Amy’s body slowly unravelled and her muscles got their first opportunity in many hours to stretch.  As her limbs left the cramped, ball shaped, position they had been held in for too many hours the still stringently bound form straightened out on the carpet.

Working quickly and efficiently for the next hour or so Tati had her unwilling companion stripped, in and out of the bathroom, fed and securely bound to a bed in the soundproof dungeon.  Then she was free to look after herself.

Still wound up after the long drive and the successful, very rewarding, completion of her last project Tatianna sipped a glass of wine with her own meal.  Falling back on her training as an industrial espionage agent she found a pad and pencil to start a checklist of the things that needed to be done before she could achieve her goal of opening a business with a set up similar to Anne’s.

The list was long and was not going to be that easy to complete.  She would first have to investigate the fetish and BDSM scene in this city and make sure it was strong and active enough to support her project.

Then there was finding a suitable building in the right location, building permits - the list went on and on.

Anne had agreed to provide the contacts to stock the retail side of the leather and fetish store so that was not a problem but finding a trustworthy contractor to build the dungeon could be a major hassle!  She would need a real estate agent who was ‘in the know’; then there would be staff to hire for the store.  The adrenaline had worn off; she was tired.

As she headed up to get some sleep Tatianna knew the answers to the main problems had to be found in the local underground scene.

Amy had a very easy time over the next two or three weeks while Tatianna was extremely busy trying to get things off the ground.  True, when the Domme came home, sometimes very late or even early in the morning, she took her frustrations out on the submissive using whatever equipment was handy in the dungeon.

The rest of the time Amy spent with her hands and arms in a single arm binder glove and a manacle around her ankle with a chain just long enough to allow movement between the bed and the bathroom.  Tati usually added a ring gag just for the hell of it!

After spending a lot of time on the Internet Tati got a lead through a local chat group to a munch being held in a couple of days.  Since it was being held at a vanilla location no fetish clothing was allowed.  She got around that by wearing a tight, knee length, dark brown tweed skirt and a long sleeved white turtleneck sweater that left nothing to the imagination.

A wide, lighter brown, leather belt cinched tightly around her waist and matching knee boots with a publicly acceptable three-inch heel completed the look she wanted.  Her long dark hair hung loose over the collar of her belted leather coat.

She wore her make up just a little subdued but the way she looked and carried herself screamed Domme to anyone with the slightest knowledge of the scene.

It didn’t take Tatianna long to realise that most of those attending the meeting were either complete amateurs, arrogant know it alls who really knew nothing or those who were very, very new to the world of BDSM.   They sat around tables or gathered in small groups with a drink in their hand; all conversation stopped when one of the venue staff was within earshot.

Tati would have found the whole thing almost amusing except it wasn’t helping her in any way.  Then she mentally kicked herself when she realised that, if there is fresh meat on the plain, or little fish in the sea, the hyenas and barracuda can usually be found circling.  Immediately she changed the way she studied the crowd and soon had spotted two or three people who, like herself, were paying very close interest in the other attendees.

The way she was dressed, and the fact that she was an extremely attractive female, now came to her assistance as she moved in on one of the two men she judged to be more than they seemed.

“Any of them worth following up with do you think?” She came straight to the point.

The man, who she guessed was in his early forties, was fairly good looking and carried himself well.  Not that, as she was a confirmed lesbian, he interested Tatianna.   He looked her up and down then straight in the eye.  Recognising the strength emanating from the lovely lady who had approached him, as coming from one of their own, he replied honestly.

“One or two might be trained if they only knew it was what they really wanted but fear of going any further is stopping most of them from reaching their dreams.”

“I agree and I’m bored.  I’m new to the scene in this city and could use an introduction to those at the same level I work at myself.  How about we find a place to have a decent drink and a long conversation while you can decide if you trust me enough to sponsor me? I am MistressTatianna!”

“Master Robert, and it will be my pleasure; I know just the place.  Shall we get our coats?”

As it turned out Robert was a Master at loose ends for the moment while he was looking for a new submissive.  He and Tatianna were easily on the same wavelength and he agreed, after making a phone call, to escort her to a private party coming up in a couple of days.

Tatianna was so pleased with the way things had turned out she decided to have a long overdue session with Amy to celebrate.  On the way home she thought about all of the equipment and toys in her dungeon and which of them might be fun to introduce to her little blonde slave.  Fun for her that is, how much fun Amy would have was not really a consideration.

As she pulled in to the garage she remembered a new toy she picked up just before her last contract started and had not even unwrapped yet; a huge smile lit her face – oh yeah, that was just what the occasion called for.

Amy was definitely not having any fun.  Since Tatianna had taken over her life, she had proved to Amy that she had not just a submissive personality but was also a latent masochist.  The Domme could work her body and her feelings by applying various levels of pleasure or pain that culminated in massive orgasms and satisfaction.  But, when she was in one of her more sadistic moods, she could also apply the same levels of pain without the pleasure and the only one to benefit was Tati. 

These sessions left Amy’s emotions churning and building to a point of frustration that was worse than any pain; she ended up longing for relief that only her tormentor could provide.  Tatianna could read Amy like a book and, sometimes for days, would let her stew in bondage that prevented the submissive from helping herself.

This evening session was developing in to one of fun and satisfaction for Tati and pain and frustration for Amy.   Down in the dungeon the girl was flat on her back on a table with a padded rubber covering.  Her hands and wrists were laced in leather bondage mitts and strapped down to each side of the table.

There was a wide strap buckled across her chest just above her breasts and another just below them.  Her long blonde hair, that Tati was deliberately letting grow, because it made such an easy thing to grab if necessary, was in one tight braid from the top of her head and tied to the top of a short, upright metal rod behind her head.

This pulled her head up off the table so she had no choice but to watch the proceedings happening further down her body.  A hard rubber ring gag braced her mouth wide open and was held in place with a strap buckled behind her head.  Tatianna had forced Amy’s feet into a pair of ankle high ballet boots that had no heels but thick metal rings embedded in the toe.

Straps around each leg, just above the knee, were fastened to buckles on the ends of short rods that protruded out from each side of the table level with Amy’s waist.  The rings in the toes of the boots clipped into snap hooks a little further down the sides of the table.

Thus she was held with her legs very wide apart and everything available to the usually leather clad dominatrix who was now standing between them, surprisingly and beautifully, buck naked.

Tatianna smiled at the helpless girl and reached down to lower the end flap of the table.  This allowed her to move in even closer to her target.  Resting on Amy’s stomach was an oblong box in the ubiquitous brown paper wrapping.  With slow and completely unnecessary care the wrapping was removed to reveal a brightly coloured box.

Tatianna held the box so that Amy could read the message that identified the contents.  It read ‘Your own Triple D with new special features to increase the pleasure.’  Some of the smaller lettering was hard for the bound girl to read but when she did her eyes started to tear up.

‘The Double Dyke Dildo has now been equipped with a rheostat that allows you to adjust the levels of output to your own requirements and those of your partner.’

After opening the box Tati held the Triple D up where they both could study the new toy, she with delight and Amy with a rapidly increasing sense of fear.

The thick, ribbed, rubber dildo was frightening enough but just in front of its base a second, shorter, rubber shaft curved down and then back up to run parallel to the main one.  There was a large rubber flange at the base and from it yet another dildo protruded at an upward angle in the other direction.

Several straps were attached to the base but the thing that drew Amy’s eyes were the round metal studs randomly glinting along both shafts of what she now realised was a dildo and butt plug combination.  There was a slightly larger stud embedded in the tip of the dildo.

Tatianna made a production of pulling another item from the box before throwing it aside and laying the Triple D in its place on Amy’s stomach where the girl had no choice but to stare at it and wonder!

The other item from the box was a coil of electrical wire with a small jack plug at one end and a wall outlet plug at the other.  Just about three feet from the jack plug was a small round box with a numbered dial on the top.  Three much thinner wires, two fairly long and one short, each with a small alligator clip on the end were also attached to the box.

The beautiful naked woman backed out from between Amy’s legs and plugged one end of the wire in a wall outlet then uncoiled the rest of it as she moved back to the table.  She wrapped it around one of the bound girl’s ankles so that the dial and jack plug were readily available.

“Now then Amy I can either go and get a jar of lubricant or we can see if you are able to save me the trip.  Let’s try that first shall we?”

Reaching over to pinch one of the blonde’s nipples, she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger.  Then she teased the girl’s clit from beneath its hood with the other thumb and used the fingers of that hand to slide up and down between her lower lips. 

Grinning as her ministrations soon caused moisture to start glistening on her fingers she picked up the Triple D and rubbed the single end up and down between the lower lips and then settled the knob at the opening and pushed until it was buried to the central base inside Amy.

Working it around a few times she pulled the toy out, reversed it and slid it easily up inside her own vagina.  She adjusted the rubber flange so that a small cup on it rested comfortably against her clitoris then locked it in place with the straps.

They went up her stomach at the front and between her ass cheeks at the back to a wider one around her waist.  Others buckled tightly around the top of her thighs anchoring the Triple D securely in place.

Slowly Tatianna moved back between Amy’s legs until the head of the double dildo rested at the entrance to her still glistening love tunnel.  Tati picked up the small jack plug and inserted it in a socket at the side of the base.  Teasing Amy’s nipples into hard nubs with her fingers she captured each one in the alligator clips at the ends of the longer thin wires.  The other clip snapped on Amy’s clitoris.

After checking everything was set, slowly and sinuously, the Domme started to move her hips and, with each forward movement, added a little bit more pressure until the tip and head of the dildo disappeared inside Amy and the knob of the butt plug started to spread her rosebud.

Amy’s body reacted normally and her sphincter tightened to refuse entry to the intruder but Tati just smiled down at her and turned the dial from zero to ten.  Instantly a series of random electrical shocks came from the metal studs on the invaders and the three alligator clips.  As Amy screamed through the ring gag, she forgot all about anything except the pain.

Tatianna immediately rammed home both the dildo and the butt plug then turned the dial back a bit to five.  The shocks still came in a random pattern inside both of Amy’s lower orifices while at the same time Tati was enjoying the sensation of the vibrator buried inside her and the very mild, but effective, buzzing coming from the cup covering her own clitoris.

While she had been so pre-occupied with the challenges facing her it was some time since Tati had played with Amy and she could feel an orgasm building very rapidly as she settled her hips in a steady rhythm.  At the same time she remained aware of Amy’s reactions and kept her hand on the dial.  When her climax was just seconds away she rammed the Triple D completely home and turned the dial to zero.

As the beautiful sensation roared through the dominatrix’s body she leaned forward across Amy’s stomach to recover her breath.  Amy, with everything stopped, screamed again but this time in frustration.  She had been so close yet was denied any relief.

Twice more Tatianna took herself to the edge and then over while making sure that the girl under her did not reach the same heights.  Finally, exhausted, she withdrew the marvellous toy and removed the clips from the girl’s nipples and clit.  Tati took the time to raise the end flap of the table and straighten Amy’s legs then strap them down.  She untied the girl’s hair braid allowing her head to rest on the table then left the helplessly bound girl, a quivering, frustrated mess, and went to bed.

CHAPTER TWO – COMING TOGETHER!

Since she would be a first time guest at the private party Tatianna did not expect to play and so, out of courtesy to the hostess, she did not wear her full Domme leather cat suit outfit.  Instead she chose a pale blue leather skirt with a matching jacket over a dark blue silk blouse.  Her knee-high stiletto heeled boots and kid gloves matched the blouse making for a very striking presentation.

With the weather still bitter she wore her full-length leather coat over the suit.

She drove her own car to the pre-arranged meeting with Robert and then followed him to the private residence where the party was being held.  As they approached the door it was opened by an almost grandmotherly figure who Tati judged was in her mid fifties and she instantly knew was definitely a Domme.

It was the way she carried herself more than what she wore.  That was a loose flowing caftan; it had long sleeves, a high neck and then draped down over a massive bust line to just brush her ankles and was made from very delicate light green kid leather.  Her hair was grey and coiled neatly on top of her head.

She had a very welcoming smile as she studied Tatianna.

“Hello Robert may I assume this is the guest Mistress you asked my permission bring along?”

“Good afternoon Grand Mistress Vivien may I present Mistress Tatianna?”

“You certainly may Robert.  Welcome to my home Mistress.”  The smile on her face was obviously genuine.  “Now Robert why don’t you go through and join our friends while I have a chat with our guest?”

Tatianna took the hand that was extended and returned the firm handshake then almost lost it as a real honest to God tuxedo clad English butler suddenly appeared to take their coats.

“Thank you for extending me your hospitality Grand Mistress.  I hadn’t realised that you held that title; I’m honoured.”

Once they were settled by themselves in a comfortable lounge she got another surprise.

“Tatianna please call me Vivien, there’s no need for titles when it is just the two of us.  I know that you’ve owned that house you’re in for just over two years and yet, even though you are an experienced Domme and have a nice private little dungeon, you have never entered the BDSM club scene in this city until now.  Why?”

She laughed at the shocked look on Tati’s face.

“Oh don’t worry, as Grand Mistress I have ways of finding things out.  And, as the elected Councillor for this district, I have access to the tax records.  Now, explain.”

Tatianna was not easily intimidated and recovered quickly from her initial surprise.  She studied the woman facing her for several moments before making up her mind.

“For a number of years I have been handling contracts that might last a week or two or a couple of months; sometimes longer.  The house was an investment and the dungeon came in handy when I did have a chance to play.  Most of the time though the house was just home base; a place to relax on my own until I was off again on another project.”

“During my last job I met someone in the mid-west running a business that is related to the fetish scene and decided I wanted to try and put down some roots and build a similar business here.”

“To do that I needed to enter the BDSM scene in this city and find out, shall we say, how strong the market is for what I want to sell?  I also need to meet contacts I can trust.”

The grandmotherly woman had listened carefully with the occasional nod.

“Just what business did you have in mind Tatianna and what contacts are necessary?”

“I want to open a vanilla retail high end leather wear store, mostly for women but with some men’s wear.”

It was Tati’s turn to smile at the doubtful look on the older woman’s face.

“Behind the vanilla merchandise store would be a complete fetish wear outlet, leather, latex, rubber, boots, toys, whips, top grade equipment and if I don’t happen to have it in stock I’ll get it for a client.”

She held up her hand to stop the woman facing her as a huge smile started to cross her face and she opened her mouth to speak.

“Let me finish.  Under both of them would be a fully equipped dungeon to look after those who had more special requirements.  It would be for my use but also available for rent.  The upper level would be my living quarters.  So you see the contacts I need are a trust worthy real estate agent to find a suitable property for me, and a contractor to transform it to fit my plans.  Funds are not a problem.”

Still with the smile on her face Grand Mistress Vivien leaned forward to take Tatianna’s hands in her own.

“You will also need a friendly Councillor to get the necessary building permits my dear; and knowledgeable, trustworthy staff.   This city had needed something like you describe for years and, yes, the market is definitely there.  Let’s go through and I will introduce you to my guests.  Pay particular attention when I introduce you to Mistress Hazel because she just happens to be a real estate agent who specializes in commercial and mixed-use properties.  Oh and you will be pleased to know that Master Robert owns a contracting firm.”

She was laughing out loud as she led an almost overwhelmed Tatianna through to meet the rest of the group.  Everything was coming together.

CHAPTER THREE – DETAILS, DETAILS!

Two weeks later Tatianna met Hazel to inspect a possible property and she had invited Robert along to make sure the building lent itself to the required construction changes.  Hazel had found that the two end units of a fairly upscale strip mall were on the market separately but they had the same owner.  She suggested that Tati look to buy them both. Then it would be a matter for Robert to plan how to combine them in to a set up that met all of Tatianna’s requirements – living quarters, vanilla retail leather clothing outlet, fetish outlet and dungeon.

Tati was immediately taken with the possibilities of the property.  The two identical units were just over fifteen hundred square feet on each floor and they had full basements.  The top floors were already residential apartments.  After Robert had spent over an hour inspecting the building and wandering around with his tape measure he gave Tatianna a smile and a nod.  In turn she told Hazel to open negotiations to buy both units.

Robert, over a drink with her to celebrate the find, suggested that by knocking down a wall or two, which was structurally feasible, the combined front section of both units could become the leather clothing store with the back areas set aside for the fetish outlet.  He recommended that they also knock a large doorway between the upstairs residential units and make it one large apartment.  The basements would become a storeroom and the dungeon.  That area could be very easily soundproofed.

He also suggested a small elevator could be installed to serve the three levels.

Hazel made an excellent deal for both units as one sale and, since they were vacant, occupancy was immediate once the contract was signed and the funds transferred.  Robert needed about four weeks to complete the renovations that would include the top of the line security system Tati insisted on to protect her investment.

Tatianna called Anne and asked if she could visit to see the property and begin the process, through her contacts, of helping to order the stock needed to build the inventory required to open both outlets and, of course, the equipment for the dungeon that Tatianna did not already have in her own.

Over the last few weeks she had come up with an idea for dealing with the problem of Amy.  With the new set up she couldn’t very well keep her as a captive all the time and, in her own way, she had grown very fond of the girl so selling Amy was not an option.  It was somewhat against her normally sadistic nature but, several evenings a week, she set up a session with the little blonde and made sure it ended with them both sexually satisfied.  Sometimes with pain, sometimes pleasure, sometimes with a combination of them both she played the girl’s body.

It didn’t need very long before, once again; the submissive was head over heels in love with her.

One evening Amy was surprised to find herself completely unrestrained for the first time in weeks, dressed in a normal, albeit leather, skirt and a comfortable sweater.  She sat across the table from the Mistress she loved and wondered what was going to happen next.

“If I give you most of your freedom back would you agree to continue to live with me as my submissive?”

No hesitation.  “Yes Mistress.”

“I am going into a new business and your computer skills would be very useful; are you willing to work for me.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You will do what ever I ask of you both in the business and in our personal lives?”

“Yes Mistress Tatianna.”

“Good.  Go and get ready for bed then come to my room.  From now on you will share my bed unless you are being punished or I feel like playing somewhere else.”

The smile on Amy’s face almost, but not quite, melted the remaining ice-cold section of the dominatrix’s heart.

One more problem solved!

And another one takes its place.  The next morning Tati was invited to tea with the Grand Mistress.

Leaving Amy unsure of what to do with her new found freedom she dressed carefully and drove over to Vivien’s.

“Mistress Tatianna.  Our Executive committee has met and recommended that you be invited to join our insider group.  We are all senior members of the BDSM scene in this city and, with your new project underway, we feel it would be the right thing to do.  However, first, there is a test for you to pass because none of us has ever seen you use your skills as a dominatrix.”

“I might add my dear that successfully passing our test and becoming part of our club would almost certainly ensure the success of your business.  Do you agree?”

Tatianna was still a Domme and not easily intimidated.  She stared at the woman for a while then deliberately drained her tea cup.

“What’s the test?”

“Basically you have to make my submissive have an orgasm, without exceeding certain limits!”

“What’s the catch?”

“Well, of course there is one.  A big one!  Jane is a very strong natural masochist to the point where some would say she is a pain slut.  I am probably the only one who can get her to the point of orgasm without doing her permanent injury.  If you are as good as you say then your test is to at least get her aroused and flowing.  The second catch is that there will be a time limit of one hour to complete the test.”

“The Executive and myself will be present to judge your performance but I must insist that, since I love Jane dearly, there can be no permanent damage marks or scars left on her or you will answer to me.”

“If I agree and plan the scene can I have an assistant of my choice?”

“Yes as long as you are calling the shots that would be allowed.”

“Then I agree.  Excuse me for a moment.”

Tati moved across the room, took out her cell phone and called Anne.  She told her of the test and then reminded her of some new toys they had talked about and asked her to bring a set with her.  Anne laughed and said she would rather ship them to Tati overnight because she didn’t think the airport security would let them through and that could get embarrassing.  She also agreed to act as Tati’s assistant.

“Grand Mistress, I have a couple of rules of my own for this session.  I can assure you and the Executive that Jane will suffer nothing permanent but, once the session begins, she doesn’t need to know that.  I also insist on no interference during the session unless I ask one of you directly to do something. Since there is a time limit I will want to do Jane’s preliminary restraints before the clock starts; you can of course watch to make sure there are no hidden tricks taking place.  Agreed?”

“Agreed.  Today is Thursday; Saturday evening in my dungeon the test will take place.  More tea my dear?”

On Friday Tatianna set Amy to work packing some of the exotic toys and smaller items around the house, and in the dungeon, ready to move them to the new location when it was ready.  She had arranged for Robert to look after dismantling the rest of the dungeon and returning it to its original state as a climate controlled wine cellar.

Somehow she didn’t think that, with Hazel having the house on the market, a fully equipped BDSM dungeon would make a good selling point.

A courier delivered the package sent by her lover and Anne herself had arrived just after lunch.  They spent some time going over Tatianna’s plan for the test the next evening then the two lesbian Dommes enjoyed getting reacquainted with the Amy bondage sandwich.  Locked helplessly between the two, and impaled front and back by their strap ons, even Amy was forced to orgasm several times and enjoyed herself.

CHAPTER FOUR – THE TEST.

Grand Mistress Vivien introduced the Executive Committee to Tatianna and Anne.

There were two men and two other women.  The men wore typical black silk shirts and leather pants.  One Tati already knew but the other was older with a white goatee and moustache. The women showed a bit more personality in their dress in that one wore a short black leather skirt and over the knee stiletto heeled boots while the other was in a body hugging corset and hobble skirt that didn’t seem to hobble her in the least.

“You know Master Robert and the other gentleman is our Grand Master Frederick.  The ladies are Mistress Cara and Mistress Elaine.”

The Grand Mistress herself was quite a sight in a bright red bustier corset that seemed to be losing the fight to contain her massive bosom.  A leather skirt in the same colour brushed her ankles that were covered in a pair of boots with five inch heels.  Her long grey hair had been braided and intertwined with red leather ribbons then coiled in a bun high on the back of her head.  Red kid leather, opera length, gloves completed her outfit.

Tatianna was in all her full Domme mode glory.  Her glossy black hair tied high in a long ponytail, heavier than usual makeup and the gleaming black kid leather cat suit that clung to every curve of her figure with the legs disappearing inside laced knee high boots.  Surprisingly, the boot heels were fairly wide and not much more than four inches high.  When Tati was working she preferred not to have to worry about keeping her balance on sky-high stilettos; those she kept for dressy occasions.

A wide leather belt cinched around her waist and from it hung her favourite two foot long braided leather crop.  A pair of black kid gloves were tucked in the belt.

Anne’s outfit was almost exactly the same except it was in her favoured white kid leather with a wide belt made of large gold rings.

The two of them faced the committee and Tatianna gestured for them to take a seat in one of the five comfortable chairs that had been bought down to Vivian’s dungeon and set in an arc that gave each one a clear view of the demonstration area.  The Grand Mistress and Grand Master sat together in the middle flanked on either side by the two Mistresses; Robert took the remaining chair on the end.

“Before we start I want to make sure the rules, both Grand Mistress Vivien’s and mine are clear.”  Tatianna waited for a moment and then continued.  “Rule number one is that no permanent scars, marks or damage be inflicted on the submissive Jane during this test.  Let me assure you I will abide by that rule but, and it is a big but, you might begin to think otherwise during the scene.”

“You must understand that since this submissive is very pain tolerant I intend to use psychology as well as pain to achieve my goal and there are things that you might see but Jane will not.  It is critical that you give her no indication of what you have seen or think you have seen. That is the second rule; is that agreed?”

No one answered her but five heads nodded up and down in agreement.

“Right then, the clock will start as soon as Jane is bought into the dungeon.  As agreed we have already put her in the preliminary bondage under the supervision of the Grand Mistress.  That consists of her fingers having been taped into fists and laced in leather bondage mitts.  We worked her breasts through the openings in a heavy rubber bra and tightened narrow straps around the base of each one.  Her arms were then forced up between her shoulder blades in the classic reverse prayer and the wrists strapped together.”

“We laced a short leather double glove over her fists and down to the crooks of her elbows.  A second arm bag was pulled up over her elbows and then laced up to her armpits.  Shoulder straps make it absolutely impossible for any movement at all in her arms.  The strain with her arms pulled back like that also reinforces the bra and her breasts are bulging through but the skin is stretched and very taut.”

“Her feet are laced in to a pair of ballet boots; otherwise she is naked.  Anne and I are ready to begin if you are.”

Again the heads nodded.

Anne and Tatianna left the dungeon for a moment and then returned on either side of the harshly bound submissive, steadying her as she teetered on the toes of the towering ballet boots.

They led her over to a padded table and easily manoeuvred the girl on her back on top of it.  With her arms locked up between her shoulder blades when they tightened a strap across her chest, above the bulging breasts, it caused her back to arch slightly.  This affected her line of sight to the rest of her body.  Another strap across the waist stopped any movement of her upper torso.

Working quickly and efficiently the two leather clad dominatrix each took one of Jane’s legs, bent it at the knee and pulled them to each side of the table.  They ran straps around the knees fed them through metal brackets near Jane’s waist and pulled until her ass cheeks were almost off the table.  To hold her ankles they used cord to a couple more side brackets.

Jane was completely and absolutely exposed, helpless and ready to learn just how well Tatianna knew her business.

Anne moved a smaller table over within reach and opened the top of a fairly large box.

“I think we need a nice big mouth filling gag to stop her screams don’t you Anne.”

Tati grinned down at the girl on the table and thought she saw a sneer cross her face as she looked back up.  The challenge was something the Domme understood and she smiled.

“Oh yes, we are going to really have fun with you; let’s get started.”

The gag was solid rubber with grooves top and bottom for the girl’s teeth and they had no trouble forcing it in place since Tatianna refused to loosen her grip on Jane’s nose until she opened her mouth as wide as needed.  A tight strap across her mouth and buckled behind her head held the gag in place.

Anne buckled another strap across the sub’s forehead so that she could not raise her head.

Now Tatianna reached into the box and bought out a latex glove.  Standing where Jane could see her she snapped it on over her right hand then dug a big glob of lubricant out of the jar Anne was holding ready.  She smiled down at Jane and reached between her bound legs to slap her hand against the girl’s puckered rosebud.

After working the jelly around and inside the asshole with a couple of fingers she stripped off the glove and then took the object that Anne held out and showed it to the girl whose eyes were now showing just a trace of worry.  When she saw what the dominatrix was holding the worry became very real to her.

It was a butt plug, a very unusual butt plug and, to the helpless girl a very horrifying butt plug.  It tapered out from a narrow head until it would stretch her to the maximum and then, it got thinner again closer to the base.  It was the base that caused Jane’s eyes to widen.

The round, hard rubber base was embedded with a circle of glistening surgical needles that were each at least two inches long.  There was a gasp from someone in the Executive and Tatianna immediately swung around and stared at the five of them.  One of the Mistresses lifted her hand in apology.

Tati continued to hold the butt plug, revolving it slowly in her hand, where the girl could not help but study the wicked toy.  She smiled down again, a very nasty smile; then moved around to stand between Jane’s legs.  The girl could not see but she immediately felt the nose of the plug at her rear entrance.  What she didn’t see was Anne substituting another plug for the one in Tatianna’s hand.  The second one was an exact duplicate except the surgical needles were less than half an inch long.

“Let’s just see how much you like this lovely toy Jane.”

The Domme slowly forced the plug in until the girl’s rear opening was stretched wide to allow it through.  Then, as the rest of it became buried, and her rosebud closed around the narrower part, the points of the needles rested and pricked lightly around the circle of her puckered anus.  There was a sound from deep in Jane’s throat as she felt the dozen or so points touching her; it turned to a loud grunt as Tatianna put the heel of her hand against the base of the plug and pushed, hard.

As the tears cleared from her eyes the girl looked up at a dildo in Tati’s hand.  It was a massive black rubber dildo whose base curved gently so it would match the curve of her vagina when it was fully inserted.  The base was lined down both sides with more of the two inch long surgical needles.

Now the fear in her eyes became almost a living thing and Tatianna again moved between her legs to press the knob of the dildo against the opening of the love tunnel.  Again Jane did not see the swift exchange of toys between the two dominatrix.  She just felt a huge shaft entering her tunnel and then, once again, the tiny pricks as the tips of the needles touched the skin on either side of her vagina.

If she could have shaken her head she would but all she could do was whimper through the gag as Tatianna rammed the dildo home.  Sweat started to glimmer on the submissive’s skin as the two efficient, leather clad, women worked a belt around her waist then attached a wide crotch strap and pulled it tight over the two toys embedded inside her.

Tatianna reached into the box again and held up a rubber cone in Jane’s line of sight.  She moved it around so that the light glimmered on a long central needle in the middle of a circle of smaller ones.

“Would you like to guess where this is going little one?’

She used that evil grin again and rested her left arm across Jane’s chest so that her shoulder completely blocked Jane’s view of what happened next.

The middle needle was just over one half of an inch long, even though, to Jane, it had seemed much longer.  The circle of smaller needles were half that length but, as Tatianna pushed the central one down into the left nipple and then the others punctured her skin around the areola, the girl’s imagination made them twice the size.

Two crossed pieces of tape held the nipple needle pad in place and then Tatianna quickly performed the same process on the right breast.

They covered the pads with leather bra cups and laced them down to the bondage bra.

“Time to stand up Jane and face your worst nightmare.”  Tatianna’s voice could have frozen water running from a tap.

Releasing the straps and cord holding the submissive to the table Tatianna and Anne moved her away from it to stand under a couple of ceiling pulleys.  They each snapped a hook through heavy D rings at the points of Jane’s shoulders then pulled on the ropes until she was held upright with the toes of the ballet boots just touching the floor.

They buckled straps around her ankles and, as they pulled her legs apart, the boot toes left the ground and they fastened the straps to rings set in the floor.

Tatianna moved to stand in front of the suspended girl while she slowly worked the kid leather gloves on her hands then unhooked the braided leather crop from her belt.  She reversed it and gripped the crop about eight inches from the butt end.

“Now then Jane, as I understand the problem, you are such a tough one that nobody can get you aroused except the Grand Mistress.”

Tatianna lightly tapped the butt of her crop against the girl’s left breast and saw her wince.

“And you are also almost impervious to pain; so I’m told.”

The crop tapped the cup over the right breast just a little harder this time and a sheen of perspiration appeared on Jane’s forehead.

“It must be getting a little warm in here Jane; you seem to be perspiring.”

The butt end of the crop moved in a short arc and again contacted with the leather covering the left nipple cup.  Then Tati started to swiftly alternate her blows, gradually letting them get harder.  All the time she watched the girl’s eyes and saw the pain in them begin to change to something else.  Jane’s breathing was changing too as she started snorting much more quickly through her nose in shorter and shorter bursts.

Swiftly Tatianna moved to stand on Jane’s right, reversing the crop to grip it properly by the butt in her right hand.  She held her left hand up with three fingers showing where the girl could not see them.  The girl also didn’t know that Anne was standing behind her.

The one dominatrix clad in black leather signalled the other one clad in white kid.  The three fingers became two then one and, as Tatianna closed her left hand into a fist, she swung her right with the braided crop so it landed viciously across both the needle filled nipple cups.

At exactly the same moment Anne swung a two inch wide leather strop up between Jane’s legs.  The heavy strop landed first on the butt plug then curled upwards to slap against the full length of the suspended girl’s vagina almost to her stomach.

Another three times the two swung in unison and then Tati signalled for them to stop.  Jane’s head was thrown back and a massive shudder ran through her entire body then she slumped in her bonds as much as they allowed.

Tatianna looked over at their audience.

“Grand Mistress Vivien, please examine your submissive.  I believe you will find that she has just orgasmed.”

The Grand Mistress left her seat to stand facing her slave.  With her left hand she raised the girl’s chin so she could study her face while she ran two fingers of her right hand between Jane’s legs and along the sides of the crotch strap.  The gloved fingers came up in front of her face glistening with moisture.

“You have indeed made her cum and almost completed our test Mistress Tatianna.  I say almost because I wish to examine Jane after you remove those toys you used on her.  If there is no damage then I will be very happy to welcome you to our inner circle.”

“That’s no problem Grand Mistress, in fact, if you wish we can bring her off again since there are still nearly fifteen minutes left before our time expires.”

Jane’s head started to shake violently and a mewling sound came passed the gag.

“That will not be necessary Mistress Tatianna.  I would prefer you just remove the equipment you used.”

Anne and Tatianna released Jane from the ankle straps and then the ceiling pulleys and moved her back over to the table.  They started with the nipple cups, then the dildo and, finally, the butt plug.  The entire committee, who had gathered around, watched closely and were amazed that there were only two places where tiny spots of blood showed as the needles came out.

“The secret is really quite simple Grand Mistress.  If each toy had just a couple of needles then it would get dangerous but, with the number of closely spaced needles I used, they actually help anchor the toy.   We made sure the crotch strap and bra cups were very tight to stop any movement other than a minimal in and out when the strikes landed. Then there was the psychological aspect in that Jane thought the needles were much longer than the ones that actually penetrated her skin.”

“Basically,” Tatianna continued her explanation.  “Jane’s own imagination increased the pain to the point where the strikes by Anne with the strop and me with my crop became almost secondary.  With her mind so wrapped up in the horror of the toys I let her see she let down her guard and we got through to her fairly quickly.”

“A little antiseptic and those puncture marks will disappear in a day or so.”

Anne and Tatianna actually started to blush as the four members of the committee started applauding and the Grand Mistress gave them each a kiss on the cheek.

“I have the feeling you will make an excellent addition to our group Mistress Tatianna.   With the agreement of the others, I would also like to invite Mistress Anne to become a honourary member so that she can join us when she is in town.”

Nobody disagreed and the Grand Mistress invited them all to join her in the lounge for a glass of champagne.  She arranged for two junior Mistresses to look after Jane, get her cleaned up and in bed to rest and recover.

When they were settled with a drink she proposed a toast.

“To Tatianna’s Treasures may it be successful and provide our members with a service we have needed for a very long time.”

CHAPTER FIVE – RETURNING THE FAVOUR!

Later that night Anne and Tatianna were lying in each other’s arms feeling very satisfied with the way the day’s events had gone and, especially, the way they had spent the rest of the evening.

Amy was completely exhausted and sound asleep bound to the bed in the spare room.  She was worn out from finding that the Triple D in the hands of one insatiable dominatrix didn’t come even close to what it could do to her in the hands of two.

“Tati, you still have three weeks before your business will be ready to open, would you consider returning the favour and helping me with a little project I need to take care off back home?”

“You mean back at your dungeon?  What about Amy and all the deliveries we’re expecting?”

“You told me that Amy will be setting up a computer program to track your inventory.  It seems to me that the best place to start would be as the product arrives and is checked, priced and labelled.  I’m thinking a maximum of two or three days of your help should do.  We made a good team this evening Tati and I have a problem that two minds can solve better than one.  Will you help?”

“Of course my love.  Amy can also be here to let prospective buyers see the house.  What’s this problem that is giving you so much trouble?”

“A few months ago one of my vanilla friends told me she was having a lot of trouble with her twin daughters.  She’s been a widow for about five years and the girls have just gone from bad to worse with their attitude.  They constantly bicker with each other and then gang up on her.   A couple of weeks ago she came crying on my shoulder and told me that she has just lost all control and doesn’t know what to do.”

Anne leaned over to give Tati a kiss and then continued her story.

“May and June, the girls were born right at midnight on May 31st so that’s how they got their names, are going to be nineteen on their next birthday and my friend is worrying herself sick that they’ll get themselves in really deep trouble.”

Tatianna thought for a moment.

“You said she’s vanilla.  How would she react if you told her about your other persona as Mistress Anne?”

“I think she is so worried about the girls that she would probably accept just about anything that would straighten them out to lead productive lives.  Who knows, she might even learn to have some fun.  Money is not a problem because of the insurance her husband had and Wendy does wear a lot of leather and suede.  I know that because she buys it at my store.”

Anne’s brow furrowed in thought as she continued.

“I don’t think Wendy is kinky but I’m not sure.  What we really need is a way to put the fear of God in her two girls and get them to grow up without giving away what goes on behind, and under, my leather wear retail outlet.”

Tati yawned.  “Let’s sleep on it and see what the morning brings.”

The two dominatrix made like a couple of spoons and were soon fast asleep.

It was Amy who gave them their answer.  They were having breakfast and Tatianna explained that she would need to be away for a few days and what she wanted Amy to look after.   Then she and Anne continued their discussion to try and come up with an idea to help Wendy and straighten out her daughters.

“Mistress.”

“”What is it Amy?”

“When I was at Infocom and had a computer problem I couldn’t solve I went to my manager or someone with more experience.  Why don’t you do that?”

Tati and Anne looked at the girl and then at each other.

“Grand Mistress Vivien!”  Said Tatianna.

“Out of the mouths of babes.”  Said Anne.

Tatianna made a phone call and two hours later Anne had finished outlining the problem facing her to Grand Mistress Vivien.

Looking more like a friendly grandmother than the leader of an underground BDSM fetish group the Grand Mistress settled back in her chair and indicated for her butler to refresh everyone’s tea cup.

“The problem is the lack of respect they have for their mother and the answer is to re-establish that respect.”  She thought for a long moment to gather her thoughts.

“First the girls have to learn respect themselves and then each other.  Until they do that they will not understand what they have been doing to their mother and change their attitude.”

“How to accomplish this is going to be a problem because you have some limitations on what you can do to them.  While you, me and the other members of our scene do many strange, wild and wonderful things to our submissives we do not countenance incest.  That will take away what would normally be a very effective weapon, if they were two unrelated young girls, from any plans you formulate.”

Anne waited to make sure the Grand Mistress had finished then added her own thoughts.

“There would be no sexual interaction needed between the mother and the daughters anyway because she is the injured party.  We could still use other types of sexual pressure on the girls without making them actually perform sex acts on each other.  I’m sure Tati and I can come up with some interesting toys to help us”

Tatianna thought back to her previous career as an industrial espionage expert when the word ethics was definitely not in her vocabulary.  Now she was going to start an almost respectable business she would have to bend a little to the niceties of this group.

A very stern look had appeared on the face of the Grand Mistress.

“What ever you do to try and help this mother and her daughters do not, I repeat, do not, compromise our rules.  I will give you all the support I can but even though I can be a sadistic bitch when I want to be there are some things I will not be a part of.  Now, Anne, you say the mother is vanilla?”

Anne nodded.

“Then I think I can best help you by being the one to try and educate her as to how two beautiful leather clad Dominatrix can make her daughters see sense.  She might take it better from a grandmotherly type like me.”

There was a huge grin on her face as she made that last remark.

“Anne, can you arrange to bring her here or would you like me to go to see her in your home town?”

“Let me call her Vivien, sorry I meant Grand Mistress, and find out.”

Anne excused herself from the room and made a call on her cell phone.

Tatianna and the Grand Mistress waited in silence, with both of them deep in thought, until she came back.

“Both of Wendy’s girls came home drunk last night and at different times.  She thinks they might have been getting in to something other than alcohol as well and is scared to leave them even for a day or so.”

“In that case we need to move quickly!”  The Grand Mistress summoned her butler and instructed him to book three first class seats on the next day’s first flight to Anne’s home town.  After a little argument with Anne, who wanted them both to be her guests, she also asked him to register her for a suite in the Hilton.

“Anne, I expect that she will be uncomfortable enough without me trying to convince her we can help her daughters by scaring the shit out of them while sitting in your dungeon surrounded by your toys.  I want her to be as relaxed as possible.  Besides, I think you and Tati are going to have your hands full making preparations to collect May and June before they get in any more trouble.”

The mother, Wendy, showed up to the meeting in Vivien’s suite dressed smartly in a snug knee length dark green leather skirt, that Anne recognised as having been brought at her store.  The matching bolero jacket was worn over a tight white long sleeved sweater.

Anne, not knowing how her friend was going to handle things, had dressed very conservatively in a nubby brown tweed skirt and a light brown silk blouse.  Her ankle length white leather coat was hanging in the closet.  Vivien, of course, wore one of her loose, flowing, caftans and looked like any one’s concerned grand mother.  Tatianna was not present; she was getting the dungeon under Anne’s store ready to receive a couple of unwilling residents.

The meeting between Wendy and Vivien, with Anne sitting quietly in the background; took most of the afternoon while the Grand Mistress explained that they would like to help and a sanitized version of what they planned for Wendy’s daughters.  Then, over a room service dinner, the mother surprised both of them.

“I will do what ever is necessary to get my girls back on the right track. Since their father died they have made my life a living hell.  It has to stop and if that includes scaring the hell out of them for a couple of days then it’s a good deal.  I am also not surprised with what you have told me about your lifestyle and I want to be part of the solution.”

Anne and Vivien stared at each other then back at Wendy.

“Oh don’t look so surprised Anne!  I’ve known you for a long time and there have been rumours for years that your store sold more than just leather clothing.  As my friend I’ve also felt the strength of your personality; why do you think I came to you with my problem?”

“I will respect the confidence you have put in me to keep your secret and appreciate that you are willing to help.  The fact that you have asked some of your associates in to help with, what did you call it Vivien, the ‘Time To Grow Up’ scene, just makes me want to thank you all the more.  Now, how can I help?”

Vivien looked at Anne and got a very positive nod from her.

“Well Wendy, it looks like we are going to be very busy for the next couple of days but first you must be completely honest with us.  Are your daughters still virgins?”

There was a long pause as the question hung in the air and Wendy’s brow furrowed in thought.

“I suspect not.  I have insisted, since they were in their middle teens, that they use birth control but for all the time they have been defying me I can’t help but think that probably just made them feel that sex would be harmless and without consequences.”

“Next question, do they bring friends home with them when they’ve been out partying?”

“No.  I still have a semblance of control as to what goes on in my home and I don’t allow that.  Maybe that’s why they are staying out so late these days?”

The Grand Mistress remained motionless as she mulled over the information and what needed to be done.

“Mistress Anne, are you prepared to take on the challenge?”

“Yes.  I think that, with Mistress Tatianna’s help and your guidance, we have a fair shot at helping Wendy. If it doesn’t work it won’t be for the lack of effort on our part.”

Wendy interrupted.

“I said I want to be part of the cure.  They are still my daughters and I love them deeply.  Something keeps telling me I am part of the reason they have gone so far astray.  I should have been stronger years ago and I’m not going to make that same mistake this time.”

Grand Mistress Vivien stood up and moved over to take both Wendy’s hands in hers.  “Oh you’ll definitely be a part of the plan Wendy but we are the experts and you must trust us completely or you might spoil everything we try to do.”

A hint of steel came into her voice as she continued.  “I must insist that you remain completely in the background.  Our entire reason for doing this is to get the girls back on track with their lives and with their relationship with you.  If they get even an inkling that you are involved their current attitude, instead of changing for the better, could turn to making them hate you.  So you just help with the information we need and a few other things that they will not know about.”

The Grand Mistress reached into the large leather bag that was beside her and pulled out a small aerosol can.

“When May and June get home tonight you say they will probably be drunk or under the influence of something else.  Wait until they are asleep or, maybe, I should say have passed out; then hold this about ten inches from their faces and press the button for five seconds.”

She continued. 

“The beauty of this anaesthetic is that it works instantly and it does not invade their system.  In other words, it won’t make them throw up by reacting with whatever they have taken in their systems; it will just put them in a dreamless sleep for around six hours.  Can you do that Wendy?”

It took a few moments, which Vivien and Anne both respected, for Wendy to reply.

“My daughters are my life.  I trust you both but you must understand that I might weaken once things start.  If I do then remind me why we are doing what must be done. Give me the God Dammed can and please bring my daughters back to me.”

Vivien was not quite finished.

“There are three other things I need from you Wendy.  I want you to write down a list of the five or six things that your girls have done to you that hurt you the most and, secondly, I want your promise to stay away from what is going on; you say you trust us, that is the way you can prove it.”

There was no hesitation from the heartbroken mother.

“I agree.”

A smile crossed the face of the Grand Mistress.

“I said I needed three things Wendy.  The third is I suggest you practice your ‘relieved mother act’ for when your daughters come home.  We will provide a very authentic looking note warning you not to call the police when you find the girls missing.  You can use it if they ask at a later date.  I think that’s everything for now.”

CHAPTER SIX – TWINS IN TROUBLE!

Several hours later the two comatose girls were delivered in to Anne and Tatianna’s tender care; the Grand Mistress would be there to greet them when they awoke.

And, when they did wake up, it was to find themselves naked and standing, held helplessly by their ankles, necks and wrists, in a pair of upright stocks.  What had finally woken them was the sharp stinging blows across their ass cheeks as Anne and Tatianna simultaneously landed strikes with their favourite crops.

The stocks were positioned so that the sisters could see each other and their eyes widened in shock as they recognised who they were looking at and then even more shocked when they saw the Grand Mistress, in all her massive bosomed and leather covered glory, standing between them.

“Well good morning young ladies and I use the word ladies loosely seeing how you’ve both been behaving for the last few years.  Now let me explain a few things to you.  You can think of me as your Fairy Godmother and I even have a magic wand.”

Vivien held up a thick handled wand with a two foot long gold shaft that sparkled in the light.  At the end of the shaft was a six-point star with small, sharp metal covers on each point.  She gently rested a point of the star between May’s breasts, pressed a button on the handle, and let the star wheel roll down to the girl’s crotch.  May’s screams filled the soundproofed room as the batteries in the handle of the wand did their job when each point of the star met her skin.

The wand swung around and traced a similar path down June’s torso and got a duplicate reaction.

When the screams died down and became tearful sobs she spoke again.

“Or you can think of me as your worse nightmare.  But let me warn you if I am a nightmare then the two Mistresses standing behind you are very, very bad dreams.”

She nodded to Anne who was clad in her favoured white kid leather with a full face mask and then Tatianna whose cat suit and Zorro type half mask were jet black leather. 

Anne’s short handled whip and Tati’s braided leather crop rose and fell in unison to strike several times on the rosy rear cheeks of the two sisters.  Held, as they were, by the wooden arms of the stocks that clamped their ankles about two feet apart in the bottom section and their necks and wrists immobile in the top piece May and June could not escape the blows.

Once again the three Dominatrix waited for the screams to subside.

“Now we have your complete attention let me continue.  In the next little while my associates, Mistress Noir and Mistress Blanc to you, will teach you to understand the pain you have put your mother through since your father died.  A long time friend of your dad has been watching you and now, thoroughly disgusted at what he’s seen, has asked us to intervene and put a stop to your mother’s agony.”

“The difference will be that her pain is deeply embedded in her heart and she lives with it every day while your pain will stop when we decide you two have learnt your lesson.”

She let the wand rest on the top of June’s right breast.

“Do you remember what you said to your mother on your sixteenth birthday? What you said after she had spent weeks organizing a surprise sweet sixteen party for you both and after your friends had left.  Do you?”

What had happened that night was at the top of the list Wendy had given them.

“You said  “What a bunch of crappy presents, I wanted a car!”

She pressed the button on the wand’s handle and deftly let the star wheel roll across to the girl’s left breast, around it and back to circle the right one.   Before the first scream had left June’s throat the wand was repeating the route on May’s chest.

When the room was relatively quiet again the Grand Mistress moved in so close to June that her leather encased bosom almost touched the rigidly held girl’s nipples.

“Then you and your sister constantly bickered between yourselves and have bitched and complained at everything your mother tried to do for you for the last few years.”  She swung around and moved close to May.  “Now you are rutting around like a couple of drunken alley cats.  Well it stops right now.  This is your wake up call and you don’t get a second chance.”

“You are going to learn again to respect to your mother and rely on each other because, if you don’t, I promise you the next time we meet will be even more unpleasant.”

This time the wand traced a line down May’s chest but did not stop until it touched her clitoris.  Her screams were abruptly cut off as Anne reached around and jammed a large, hard rubber penis shaped gag between her teeth.

Before the gag strap was buckled tightly behind May’s head Tatianna was ramming another gag in June’s mouth as Vivien’s wand traced a second path down her torso.

“That was just a taste of the pain we can cause.  I will leave you to the tender mercy of my friends for your next lesson and I would suggest that you get a good grade to pass the exam; the price of failing is not something you will want to pay.”

As agreed the Grand Mistress, having scared the hell out of the two trapped girls, left to return to her hotel and Anne took over; it was her dungeon anyway.  That was why she wore the facemask; the two sisters had met her when they came to the store upstairs with their mother when she was on a shopping spree.

Tatianna moved around in front of the sobbing girls and let them see the wicked smile on her face.

“What you have been doing to your mother is to hurt her very badly without leaving any visible marks except the pain in her eyes and you have been doing that for years.  In just the next little while we are going to give you a taste of your own medicine.  This will hurt you as well and it will be very hard to find any visible marks even though we will not be using words like you two did.”

For the next half an hour the two Dommes proved their professional skill with the whip and the crop.  May and June suffered in gagged silence as they were worked over from their toes to their shoulders.  The pain they endured was excruciating but, other than a few bruises, Anne and Tatianna’s attack on their bodies would not be visible by the next day.

Far from finished teaching the two girls a lesson they would never be able to forget they increased the pressure by ganging up on May.  They released her from the stocks and spread-eagled her on her back to the top of a waist high padded platform.

Tati moved in front of June who was still held firmly upright and sobbing in her stocks and spoke so both the sisters could hear her clearly.

“We are going to play with May first because she, by a couple of minutes is the eldest.  You, young lady, get to watch and then when we are finished with her it will be your turn.”

Anne bought over a long wooden case from a side table, opened the lid and offered Tatianna her choice of the contents.  The black leather clad Domme selected, from its velvet lined bed, a star wheeled wand exactly like the one the Grand Mistress had carried.  Her colleague, clad head to toe in sleek white leather, lifted the remaining matching wand and set the now empty case aside.

Tatianna gripped May’s right foot to hold it steady even though the leg was strapped to the platform at the knee and ankle.  Gently she rested the end of the wand against the bottom of the girl’s foot near her toes, pressed the button on the handle, and then rolled the metal tipped star firmly down the sole to the heel.

Despite having her mouth stuffed with the rubber penis gag the scream that came from May put Anne’s dungeon soundproofing to the test.  Even so Tatianna was able to hear another sound and she turned to look at June.  The girl’s eyes moved from looking at her sister to meet those of the Domme and they were full of anger.

Tati turned back to May’s bound form but not before she had winked at Anne; it seemed their lesson was having the desired effect.  At least one of the sisters was showing concern for someone beside themselves; it was a good start.

Getting back to business they spent the next ten minutes making the wands dance over every sensitive inch of the twitching girl.  Her armpits, breasts, crotch and the soles of her feet got special attention.

Anne leaned over the girl and put her mouth next to her ear.

“See May, that’s how much you can hurt someone without leaving a mark on them; now it’s your sister’s turn.”

After repeating the process on June they left the two sobbing girls strapped helplessly side by side on the leather padded platforms to think about what had happen to them; and why!

While the two sisters had been unconscious a simple examination had confirmed their mother’s fear that neither was a virgin so Anne and Tatianna had no qualms about the next session they had planned.

After letting the two girls stew for a couple of hours they returned to Anne’s dungeon and ganged up on May.  Working with efficiency, giving the girl no chance at resisting, they buckled a wide leather belt around her waist then released the straps at her ankles.

Forcing her legs to bend at the knees they crossed them until they could use ¼” white sash cord to secure each ankle to just above the opposite knee.  A double turn of the cord then went through a metal ring on the front of the belt, around the legs and, yanked tight, pulled her crossed limbs up towards her stomach.

May’s arms were forced behind her back, bent at the elbow and the hands pulled under the opposite upper arm.  Cord from each wrist then secured them to the bases of the girl’s breasts.  She would find that pulling at her arms would cause the cord around her breasts to tighten enough to make them bulge, and hurt, even more than they did already.

Several turns of the cord then were used to lock her forearms together and hold them in position by running up over her shoulders, back through her armpits and, finally, around each bicep to be tightly cinched in the middle of her back.  It was a variation of the classic Shabari Japanese arm bind that they completed by attaching small clamps to each nipple and clipping them together.  This pulled the top of her breasts back towards the middle of her chest and increased the discomfort of the pressure from the wrists cords that was forcing them out to the side.

All in all it made the girl extremely uncomfortable and any move she made added to the discomfort.

With one of them on each side they easily lifted the bound girl, by her knees and elbows, and moved her off the platform to sit on the floor.  Then June got the same treatment.

What really added to the already tense atmosphere for the terrified girls was the absolute silence of the Dommes as they worked.  The only sounds in the room were the hiss of the cord as it was expertly fed around the victims and the grunts of the girls through the gags that were still packed in their mouths as knots were tightened.

Tatianna had almost been overruled by Anne and Vivien when she wanted to drive home the lesson to the sisters by using explicit sexual punishments.  The other two had felt that the main aim was to make them see the need for them to again respect both their mother and themselves.  They changed their minds when Tati outlined her plan and explained her reasoning. She intended to use a variation of a new toy that had driven Amy wild when she used it on her.

Consequently they now tipped each girl, one at a time, so their backs were on the floor and their crotches exposed allowing Anne to force a lubricated, hollow hard rubber tube into their rosebuds.   The butt plug sheaths flared at the opening to rest against the stretched skin. 

Next came dildos that were also rubber but definitely not hollow.  From one at the tip of the bulging head and then in random spots down their length several metal studs were visible.  Four wires came from the base of each dildo; three of them with small metal clamps on the ends and the fourth with a three prong electrical plug.

With cold, impersonal, efficiency the silent tormentors found each girl’s clitoris and attached the clamp on the shortest wire.  The two remaining wires with clamps found homes on their already pinched nipples.  The fourth wire hung loose for the moment.

Leaving the two sobbing girls on the floor like a couple of flipped over turtles Tatianna and Anne turned their attention to a rubber covered platform after moving the leather padded ones out of the way.  In short order they added several straps to strategically placed brackets and then took two five inch butt plugs and installed them so that they poked up through the rubber covering.

That done they lifted first May and then June up and over to the platform where they settled them on each of the butt plugs.  Straps across their knees and another from the back of the waist belt down to a bracket locked them in place in the Buddha like sitting position.  They were side by side with May’s left knee almost touching June’s right.

Anne picked up two heavily boned leather posture collars and, handing one to Tatianna, fitted the other around May’s neck and began the process of settling it in position.  Tati did the same with June and then the two worked on the laces that pulled the collars tight and held the girl’s heads completely immobile facing forwards. 

An adjustable 3/8th inch diameter steel rod locked in sockets on the opposite side of each collar to further reduce any possible movement of their heads.

With the twins helplessly bound and their heads rigidly held facing forwards, and connected by the rod, they removed the gags.

Screams, yells and curses slowly changed to pleas to be let go; of course the two Dommes ignored everything and just waited for the girls to wind down.

While that was going on they moved some more equipment over to the platform.  The items were easily identified as a small air pump with two clear, corrugated hoses and a large mirror on wheels that had a big clock, with a sweep second hand, mounted in the centre.  There were a couple of other items that the tormentors held out of view.

Anne spoke.

“We’ve shown you how pain can be caused without any visible marks and explained that that is what you have been doing to your mother for years.  Now you get your next challenge.  Ever since your father died you have each taken the path of me, me, me; I am the only one that matters.  You have become completely selfish and stopped relying on each other unless it was for something you wanted or felt you deserved.”

“Now we will see if you still have a spark of love left for each other.”

When Anne finished speaking she brought her hand around from behind her and forced what looked like a clear, hard plastic mouthpiece between May’s lips until her teeth settled in the grooves.  The gag was spring loaded and, for the moment, a clip held it in the open position.

She then placed a clear plastic mask over May’s nose and mouth and held it in place with a strap around her head and another under her chin.  The end of the clip poked out of the mask through a tiny rubber sealed opening.  Since there was a short two inch wide tube protruding from the mask breathing was not a problem – yet!

Tatianna had fitted a similar mouthpiece and mask over June’s face and then they both took one of the clear hoses and worked it over the mouth tubes.   Air was still available to the sisters from the other end of the hoses.

Anne plugged in the last wires from the dildos and the air pump to electrical outlets in the side of the platform but didn’t turn anything on.

“Let me explain what is about to happen.   When we flip this switch several things are going to happen to you both.  The main thing is that your air will be cut off so I will give you enough warning to take a deep breath.”

“May, you are the older sister even if it is just by minutes, so you will start the program.  When you bite down on that mouthpiece your sister will be able to get air and the clock you can both see will start.  You, June, will have fifteen seconds to take several breaths and then, if you choose to help May, you have to bite down.  That will cut off your supply but allow her to breathe.”

“And so it will go with the clock as your coach.  You either rely on each other and put your own welfare aside or your sister suffers. I think you will be surprised at just how long fifteen seconds can be.  The mirror will allow you to watch each other.”

“Then we will find out how much you can hold your concentration because, once we turn on the feed, you will be getting random shocks from the dildo studs, the butt plugs and from the clit and nipple clamps.”

Anne moved around to make sure they could both see her.  “Do you understand?  Just one blink of your eyes will be a yes.”

There was just a brief wait and then two sets of eyelids blinked.

“Take a deep breath.”

They pulled the clips from the spring loaded mouthpieces and May’s stayed open while June’s snapped shut.

Tatianna slid the ends of the hoses over the air pump outlets and then completed the electrical circuit.

Unknown to the sisters the two leather clad, supposedly sadistic Dommes, also held their breath until May’s jaw moved and she clamped down.  The clock took over!

By the end of the first full minute a sheen of perspiration covered the naked bodies of the two sisters.  As the clock reached fifteen seconds May had reacted on time, at thirty seconds the random pulses had started and June did not bite down immediately.  Five seconds late she allowed her sister to breathe.

And so it went as the two leather clad Dommes supervised the punishment while making sure that neither of the twins got into serious trouble.

After ten minutes the sheen of perspiration had changed to beads of sweat coating the two tormented bodies.

But, standing to the side where they were not visible even in the mirror, Anne and Tatianna noted that neither sister cheated and tried to keep their air flowing longer than the clock allowed them.

After twenty minutes they started to read the body signs of exhaustion so after another few minutes they shut down the system and Anne moved in front of the two girls.

“I sincerely hope that you have taken this lesson to heart and will not forget it.  Just one more word of warning.  You have a lot to make up to your mother and to yourselves.  Don’t make us have to come back because, believe me, you will regret it very much.”

As she finished speaking Tatianna used her thumb to punch the button on top of an aerosol can at the opening of the air pump feeds and for the two terrified and exhausted sisters the world went black.

CHAPTER SEVEN – PROBLEMS, PROBLEMS!

A day later Tatianna and Amy were deeply immersed in the paperwork and computer programs surrounding the inventory and preparations for the opening of Taitanna’s Treasures.  In less than a week the renovations melding the two side by side properties into a single unit would be complete.  The following week after that she planned for first the private invitation only opening and then, a few days later, the one for the general public.

Hazel had received an offer for Tatianna’s house and she immediately phoned the real estate agent to accept the deal.   Robert had returned the dungeon to its previous existence as a wine cellar.  Most of the reusable items from it had been installed in the basement dungeon at the new location.

Tatianna had arrived home just a couple of hours ago after taking an early morning flight from Anne’s home town.  They had returned the two sisters to their home and left them sleeping the sleep of the both emotionally and physically exhausted.

Later they learned from Wendy that she, as agreed, had played the concerned and outraged mother when the two woke and came down to the kitchen.

“Where have you been?  Don’t you realise how I worry when I don’t know what you are doing.”

Apparently she even managed a few real tears but those were because of her concern that she didn’t know if the lesson had been understood or, if it wasn’t, they would be back to square one.

May and June had wasted no time in gathering their mother in a group hug that then broke down into a spate of we’re so sorry and we didn’t realise what we were doing and please forgive us.

Needless to say Wendy was only too happy to comply.  Later she destroyed the forged note the plotters had supplied.  Since the girls had been away for only twenty-four hours, and they had done that before, the note wasn’t needed.

Just after lunch time Tatianna’s cell phone rang and she was surprised to hear Grand Mistress Vivien asking her to attend a special emergency meeting of the area BDSM Council that afternoon.  No reason was given but Tatianna got the impression that something serious was in the works and agreed to attend.

Tati dressed for the meeting with considerable care.  Vivien had not indicated that it was a working session so full Domme mode was not called for.  The dark green tailored leather slacks with a matching four button belted jacket accentuated her figure.  A lighter green roll neck sweater complimented the outfit that she completed with a pair of stiletto heeled black ankle boots.

The Council members were the same as those present when she passed her test to be invited to join the insider group and there was a decided tension in the air as the Grand Mistress welcomed her.

Once they were all seated the Grand Mistress still seemed hesitant to get things started so Tatianna spoke up.

“OK what’s going on?  You all look like you’ve been sucking on lemons.  Is this something to do with me?   Let’s forget about titles for the moment; I don’t know you others too well yet but I do know you Robert and you Vivien and you’re out of character.  So someone tell me what the hell is going on and let’s get down to the reason for this meeting.”

Vivien glanced around and then took a deep breath and looked at Tati.

“We are faced with a situation that has never happened before in this group and we don’t really know how to handle it.  Last night a girl named Pamela, one of the submissives in our membership, came here and asked me for help.  She was in bad shape and I called in one of the doctors who is in the scene.” 

“Pamela had been badly abused by her mistress.  From what we could understand Michelle, the mistress, had not only gone way beyond the agreed limits of play but had also refused to honour Pamela’s safe word.  We understand that alcohol was a factor in the scene that went way out of control.”

Tatianna’s expression hardened as she listened to Vivien and she interrupted.

“I’m starting to get an idea what direction this is going but first, where is the girl and where is the mistress?”

Robert answered her.

“Pamela is upstairs in a spare bedroom under some mild sedation the doctor left.  Michelle, as far as we know, is still sleeping it off at home.”

Tati stood up.  “I want to see Pamela. Then we can continue our meeting.”

It was very obviously an order but nobody argued and Vivien gestured for the others to stay put while she and Tatianna left the room.

Tatianna pulled back the sheet covering the sleeping girl.  Maybe in her mid twenties she was quite beautiful if you could ignore the bruises at the sides of her mouth and the still visible rope marks on her wrists and ankles.

Tatianna was a very experienced Domme and had seen many things in her previous career.  She leaned down and studied the weals that covered the girl’s body, front and back, from shoulder to thigh.

She looked back at the Grand Mistress.  “How did she get here?”

“From what she managed to tell me Michelle cut her down just before she passed out and Pamela used the knife to get free.   She got a hold of some car keys and drove here.   When she showed up at my door she had just a loose coat on and was barefoot.”

Tatianna’s life changed at that moment.  She had already started to leave behind some of the things she had done in the past and now she dearly wanted to be part of this town and build a legitimate business with the people she had met.  To do that she needed to prove herself to the Council.

“The bitch used a bull whip on her.  In the hands of someone who knows what they are doing it can be made to just sting without damage to the submissive.  An expert can ratchet that up to increase the effect and bring a true masochist to orgasm.  I know because I am an expert with the bull whip.”

“This is the work of someone out of control and with no regard for what happens to the person they are abusing.  I don’t think the strikes she took will leave permanent scars but there are couple of spots where the metal tip of the whip dug in that might show.  That mistress cannot be allowed to do anything like this again or someone is liable to get very seriously hurt, or even worse.”

Tatianna allowed the sheet to drop back and cover the sleeping girl then turned to face Vivien.

“What do you want from me?

The Grand Mistress just gestured for Tati to follow her and they went back to join the other downstairs.  When they were all seated again she told them what Tatianna had just said about the abuse of Pamela. Then turned to their newest member.

“Mistress Tatianna.  I agree with your conclusions as to what happened to Pamela but Michelle has been a member of our group for many years.  She needs, no, she has to be punished for what she has done but we, as her long time friends are still reluctant to be the ones who administer whatever is decided.”

There was no holding back on the emotions as Tatianna literally blew her stack. 

“I have just started to try and build a business here and spent one hell of a lot of money doing it and now you want me to pass judgement and pronounce sentence on a local member of the scene because you don’t have the balls to do it yourselves?  That sounds like a great way to kill my dreams.”

Grand Master Frederick finally decided to take a hand.

“We are not in anyway asking you to take responsibility for our lack of backbone in this particular situation.  What we want from you is an idea as to how Michelle should be punished, and Pamela compensated, for last night’s foul up. We, as the Council, will make it known to the membership that anything you decide to do has our full co-operation and consent.”

Tatianna paced the room like a caged tiger for several minutes then made up her mind.

“All right there are several things that have to be done immediately and I expect complete co-operation from all of you.  I want someone to go up and get dated photographs of the damage to Pamela’s body.  That includes the marks around her mouth from the badly installed and overly tight gag.  Also one of you, maybe Cara, needs to sit up in the room with her because when she wakes up, after what she’s been through, she shouldn’t be alone.”

“Next, Frederick, you in your role as Grand Master, and Robert need to take Elaine with you and go to Michelle’s place.  Find out what shape she is in and then bring, if you can, her back here.”

“Finally, for now, Vivien I need your butler to get me a long cold drink and then leave me alone for half an hour while I think out the next steps in clearing up this mess.  You all agree?”

There was no doubt who was in command now and they all headed off to do as they were told; except Vivien.  She came over and gave Tati a hug then held her at arms length.

“Thank you, I’ll make very sure that you and your business don’t suffer for what you’re doing.”

Then she turned on her heel to go and find the butler.

When the butler showed up a few moments later with Tatianna’s drink on a small silver tray he watched her pace back and forth.  There was such a frown of concentration on her lovely face that it made it almost ugly.  He cleared his throat to get her attention and then offered the tall glass.

Tati thanked him, took a small sip, and then put the drink down and started pacing again.

The tuxedo clad servant cleared his throat again and when she turned with a puzzled look on her face he spoke.

“Pardon the liberty madam but may I make a suggestion?’

“Of course, what is it?”

“For obvious reasons there is very little that goes on in this house of which I am unaware so I do understand the problem you face.  If I may make so bold I would suggest that difficult decisions should, if possible, not be rushed.   It is not yet dinner time; the young lady upstairs is now safe from any further harm and so surely there is no need for you to hurry with your decisions.  With all due respect a meal and a good night’s sleep would be my recommendation.”

Tatianna’s face broke into a huge smile.

“You are so right; please tell me your name is not Jeeves?”

“No madam, it’s Norman, and may I remind you that in a week or so you have a very special event happening in your own life.   Perhaps there is a way for you to arrange for the solution to one problem to benefit the other?”

He turned to leave.

“Thank you Norman and one other thing.”

He looked back at her.

“Don’t call me madam again or I’ll have to take a paddle to your cute ass!”

A smile threatened to destroy the professional, expressionless, look on his face.

“Now that sounds like it might be fun…….Mistress Tatianna.”

“Yeah …it would be a first for me to!”

An hour or so later Tatianna was seated at the dining room table with the Grand Mistress,  Grand Master Frederick and Master Robert.  Cara had remained upstairs with Pamela and Elaine was over at Michelle’s home.  They had found the woman to be in a real mess and just cleaned her up then put her to bed.  She had been in no shape to come in front of the Council.

Tatianna pushed her almost empty plate away and addressed a question to Vivien.

“What does Pamela do for a living and does she have any family here?”

“She started working for Michelle less than a year ago as a secretary and moved in with her two months ago.  As for family I think she has a sister somewhere on the west coast.”

“Can she stay here with you for a few days.”

Vivien didn’t hesitate for a second.  “Of course.”

Tatianna left the table and started pacing around the room.

“There are a number of things that have to happen.  If you won’t tell Michelle then I will when she’s able to understand.  First – Pamela is not safe living with her and she will stay here while she recovers and then you can make her an offer.  I still need another staff member for my retail business.  If she’s interested she can stay with Amy and me in the living quarters above the store and see if things work out.”

“Second – Michelle agrees to get treatment for her drinking problem and that she will not work another submissive for two years; and then only under supervision.”

“Third – I will decide her punishment, and how it will be carried out, in the next few days.  She accepts my decision, backed by the Council or, as they say in the spaghetti westerns, she’s not welcome in this town.  Now, I hope Norman has something very sweet planned for dessert because, frankly, I need cheering up before I go home.”

Two days later Michelle stood in front of the Council, which included Tatianna.  It was obvious to everyone that the woman had serious problems and Tati wondered why nobody had spotted the signs of them before.  Michelle was in her late thirties but looked ten years older. She was apologetic for what had happened to Pamela but, at the same time, tried to make excuses for what, she called, loosing her temper.

Tatianna was in full Domme mode and finally had enough of the crap the woman was spouting to try and justify her actions. She held up a hand to shut her up, grabbed a remote control from the table and then walked over to stand face to face with the redhead.

“Oh for Christ Sake!  There is no bloody way you can avoid taking the blame for what you did.  You got a trusting submissive hung up and ready for a consensual scene then you got pissed and abused her to the point of serious bodily harm.  Who poured the booze down your throat?”

Michelle literally started to cower under the verbal attack.

Tatianna pointed the remote at the large screen television on the wall and pushed a button.  Up on the screen came a picture of Pamela’s mouth.

“Who jammed a gag in Pamela’s mouth so hard that it cut the edges?”

“Who picked up a bull whip that they didn’t know how to use and flailed away at the hanging girl?”

Click.

Click.

Click.

Shots of the damage to the abused girl’s body followed one after the other.

“You don’t have a leg to stand on and I refuse to call you a Mistress because that implies you abide by the rules that go with the title and had concern for your submissive.  How long have you had the drinking problem?

The reply was barely above a whisper.  “Three years!”

Tatianna’s voice dropped as she studied Michelle.

“You knew that you were out of control and you still convinced a submissive to trust you?”

She turned to Vivien.

“Grand Mistress.  You know what I have recommended for this creature and I expect you to explain it to her.   True, she needs help but she also has to agree to accept her punishment.   She used a bullwhip on Pamela.  I am an expert with that tool.  At the opening of my dungeon next week she presents herself to me to receive a lesson in the proper use of the bullwhip that will be in my hands.”

“I suggest you accept all the requirements the Council has agreed to Michelle because your only other choice is finding another place to live.”

CHAPTER EIGHT – THE UNOFFICIAL OPENING!

“Oh come on Amy, work with me here.  I cannot put you on display for the private grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!”

Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to her self as she worked the laces of the heavily boned white, kid leather bondage corset.  Since it was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation.

Amy, on the other hand, was hanging by her wrist cuffs from a ceiling pulley and just trying to get enough air in her lungs through her nostrils to stop from passing out.  She only had the use of her nose because her mouth was just about completely blocked with a large white rubber ball gag.  Tatianna liked to talk but was not the least bit interested in getting any answers from her gasping plaything.

The Domme took a break from working on the corset laces with the thick handled lace hook to study her progress.  The simple tool gave her a much more effective way to work up and down on the laces than using her fingers and, more importantly, didn’t put her gleaming crimson fingernails at risk.

Guessing that she was close to her goal she used a tape measure on the suspended girl and found there was over another half inch to go until she could tie off the laces.  It took another ten minutes to do that and then she lowered Amy just enough for her toes to touch the floor and take some of her weight.

Tati left her submissive to recover while she got her coat, locked up and headed for the airport to collect Anne.  Her lover, colleague and fellow leather Domme was coming to stay for a few days to help Tati open her new retail store that offered top of the line leather fashions to the general public.  Additionally it had a ‘by invitation only’ back area catering to the fetish BDSM scene and a very discrete dungeon downstairs that was currently occupied by Amy.  They had picked the name for the place weeks ago – Tatianna’s Treasures!

Once they had dropped off Anne’s luggage in the top floor living quarters they took the small elevator down to the basement and collected the tightly corseted Amy.  Back upstairs they worked on getting the sub’ into the outfit Tatianna had picked for her to wear during the opening.

Pamela had moved in with them after recovering from her ordeal and was now downstairs supervising the arrangements to greet their guests.  Of the twenty or so members of the local BDSM scene, who had been specifically invited to the private first showing of Tatianna’s Treasures, most had accepted.  Several of those would be attending with their playing partners.

Tati and her staff, including Amy, Pamela and the two other girls she had hired with Vivien’s recommendations, had worked long hours to reach this point and now time was running out.  No one in the insider group could be called on to do the catering so they had arranged with a vanilla company to provide several trays of canapés and a couple of large microwave ovens.

One of the staff would handle those while the other looked after the cocktails.

Robert had arranged for a couple of his very large, and in the know, construction guys to act as security and they checked the invitations as the guests started to arrive.

Tatianna, in a full black kid leather cat suit, greeted each guest as Grand Mistress Vivien introduced them to her just inside the entrance.  Then Anne, in her signature white leather, led them through to the back fetish wear display area where a coat rack was available.

For the most part those with coats or, in many cases, cloaks, were the submissive partners who were revealed to be restricted by some type of bondage.  In many instances the sub’s Master or Mistress added a gag to the outfit until the room started to look like a scene from a Bishop drawing.

The next thing to catch their attention was Amy in the most amazing gold coloured leather hobble dress.  The hem of the tight skirt was just far enough off the floor to reveal that she was teetering on the toes and heels of a pair of white kid leather ballet boots.  Tiny steps of three or four inches were all she could manage against the constriction of the skirt.

Ones eyes were drawn up the glistening hourglass figure to the wide dark gold metal belt that circled Amy’s waist.  Instead of a buckle the belt was closed with a short lever type arm with a slot that fitted over a small loop; through the loop was a heart shaped gold padlock.

The taut leather continued over her breasts to a high collar that ended just under her chin.  Her head was encased in a tightly laced white leather discipline helmet that left just her eyes visible and they were heavily made up with golden eye shadow and glitter. On the top of her head was a gold tiara with a big double T logo resting just above her eyes.

The obviously very tight gag strap was the same gold colour as the dress.  Around Amy’s neck covering the collars of the helmet and the dress was another wide metal band closed with a padlock matching the one at her waist.

Only by looking at the girl from the side or back could it be seen that her arms were locked up between her shoulder blades in a classic reverse prayer then encased inside a sheath like pocket designed in the dress.

Draped across one shoulder and down over to her opposite hip was a white silk sash with gold lettering that read – Welcome to Tatianna’s Treasures.

Needless to say the figure in golden bondage became the centre of attention and, once all the guests had arrived, Tatianna stood next to Amy as she described the lay out and features of the building.   From the vanilla retail area specializing in high fashion leather clothing in front to the room they were in now that, as they could see, stocked every possible item those in the BDSM community might need.

Finally, she explained that downstairs was a professionally designed dungeon.  It was available for rent or for sessions arranged with her.  The Domme made it clear that any and all activity in the dungeon would be discretely supervised and video taped.  Once a session was over, and had proceeded as per the rental agreement, the video would be erased in front of the parties involved.

This part of the announcement was met with questioning looks and some shaking of heads.  Seeing this Grand Mistress Vivien moved over next to Tatianna and motioned for quiet.

“All of you here are members of this town’s inner circle and I don’t need to remind you of the confidential nature of the things that occur with that circle.  What most of you don’t know is the reason why Tatianna has set that rule for any activity in her dungeon and that your Council agrees with it and supports her decision.”

“Earlier this month one of our member Mistresses, while under the influence of alcohol, not only abused the trust of her submissive but also ignored her safe word and left her severely injured.”

By now she had the undivided attention of every one in the room.

“Your Council asked, no we imposed on, Mistress Tatianna to help us sort out the mess and she has done so.  The sentence we have agreed to is that the perpetrator loses her designation as a Mistress within our Group and will not be allowed to work a submissive for a minimum of two years.  More importantly she has undertaken to enter an alcohol treatment program.”

“You may think that is not really sufficient for her to atone after breaking the most basic rules of our lifestyle; and we concur.  Shortly, you will be invited down to the dungeon to witness Mistress Tatianna administer a more physical form of punishment.”

As the Grand Mistress was speaking Master Robert had entered the room holding the arm of Michelle.  She was unrestrained and dressed in a simple white shift.

Tatianna pointed to the pair in the doorway.

“Just to make the record clear Michelle do you agree to abide by the Council’s decision?”

All heads had turned and there were a few gasps as they recognised who stood there.

“Yes.”  It was almost a whisper but everyone heard.  “And I deeply regret the shame I have bought on myself and the pain I caused Pamela.”

“Master Robert, please take her down and get her prepared as we discussed.”

Half an hour later Tatianna entered the dungeon and examined the naked redhead.  She was in a suspended upright spread eagle from ceiling pulleys and ankle straps to floor rings.

There was room for many of the guests in the dungeon and the rest would view the scene on monitors upstairs.

Tatianna spoke so every one could hear.

“I do not intend to gag you Michelle and I assign you the safe word ‘guilty’; use it and everything stops.  Do you understand?”

There was just a nod of the woman’s head.

“You used a bull whip on Pamela that you were not experienced enough, or sober enough, to handle.  I am perfectly sober and I am an expert with the bull whip.  I intend to show you how it should be used.”

As she spoke Tati pulled on a pair of tight black leather gloves that matched the cat suit she was wearing then moved over to lift her whip from a hook on the wall.   Just over nine feet long when uncoiled the braided leather gleamed with a coat of light oil.  Several of those watching noticed that the usual hard ferule had been replaced with a thick but flexible leaf shaped leather tip.

Setting herself off to the left side of the suspended body Tatianna took a calming breath.

There was no wide swinging arm movement visible to the watchers, just a snap of the wrist and the braided snake curled across Michelle’s back, around under her right arm and the leaf like tip landed with a smacking sound on her left nipple.  Again the wrist movement and this time the target was the right nipple.   The third perfectly aimed strike caught her clitoris with the very tip of the leather leaf.

The three strikes had happened with blurring speed and it wasn’t until the last one landed that a grunt got passed Michelle’s lips.  The only signs on her body were three faint pink lines across her back.

The audience had gasped at the skill of the black leather clad Domme and someone started to applaud but the Grand Mistress gestured for them to remain silent.

Tatianna’s second group of three strikes landed in exactly the same spots and the suspended woman threw her head back and started to pant.

In a sudden flurry of action the whip struck nine times.   The first set of three hit the nipples and clitoris again.   The next three were harder with the first raising a weal across the top of Michelle’s buttocks, the second doing the same across the top of her breasts and the last cutting across the crease between her upper thighs and ass cheeks.

With the final three she returned to her original targets and Michelle screamed.

“Ohhhhh Goooooooood.”

She slumped in her bonds and the audience saw fluid glistening as it dripped from her vagina.  There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the woman had just experienced a massive orgasm.

There was no stopping the audience now and the roar of appreciation at Tatianna’s skill was completely sincere.

The leather clad Domme curled her whip as she stood in front of Michelle then she ran a gloved finger between the glistening lower lips and held it up in front of the limp woman.

“I had an idea about you Michelle and I was right.  You are no more Mistress material than someone else I know who pretended they were.  You’re a submissive and once you accept that your life will get a lot easier because you wont be living a lie.”

She turned away and looked for Master Robert.

“Please take her down.  Only three of my strikes will need some treatment, they were meant to hurt just as the others were meant to arouse.  Her real punishment was the anticipation of what I was going to do her and the last few days would have been a nightmare in her imagination.”

She spoke to the rest of the guests.

“There is food and refreshments upstairs and my staff will be happy to show you around.”

“I hope we will see you again at Tatianna’s Treasures and, whether it be upstairs or down here, that your visits will be – shall we say – satisfying!”

EPILOGUE –

Several weeks later Tatianna was dining with the Grand Mistress at her mansion.  Anne had returned to her own town and business but the two of them got together every couple of weekends. 

Tatianna’s Treasures was slowly being accepted and starting to show a profit on both the vanilla and the fetish sides.  She had supervised several scenes in the dungeon and, on two occasions, had been contracted to again display her skill with the whip.  Amy and Pamela were working well together at the business with one handling the inventory and ordering while the other supervised the sales.

Michelle had started her treatment program and also been taken under the wing of Master Robert.  He was introducing her gradually to accept her new designation as his submissive.

While the butler served the main course Vivien bought up another topic.

“Things seem to be settling down Tatianna but the Council still feels that they have not thanked you properly for the help you gave us.  We wish there was something more we could do to express our appreciation.”

As Tatianna started to reply she was interrupted by the butler addressing the Grand Mistress.

“Might I make a suggestion Madam?”

Tati looked at him.

“The last time you made a suggestion to me it was a good one.”

“What do you have in mind Norman?” said Vivien.

“Well Madam each year you and the Grand Master host all the members at a private dinner and that will be in two months time.  I believe the attendance is usually between forty and fifty couples.  If the Council can find a non-vanilla venue, and sends out invitations which call for a bondage ball theme for the event this year; with a prize for the best costume it would certainly provoke a competition among the members.”

“Interesting Norman but what would be the point?”

“Madam, I know of only one place in this town that they could go to find, and buy, their appropriate costumes.”

“Excellent idea Norman.  What do you think Tatianna?”

“I think that Amy, Pamela and I should take Norman out to dinner.  He can even choose the restaurant as long as he promises not to call me Madam!  Agreed?”

A smile crossed the tuxedo clad man’s face.

“Agreed……Mistress!”

The End…. Maybe!