STEALING JEFF by Long Tall Mary

For Laura the evening held great promise. At 6:00 she would have the date of her dreams with Jeff, a prototype alpha, who was quite selective as to whom he dated. But something had gone terribly awry, it was now 5:00, and Laura was naked, tied spread eagled to a bed, in the home of a thirty five year old woman, to whom she had been first introduced less than two hours ago, by her best girlfriend Kathy.

Laura and Kathy were both nineteen years old and had been close friends for the last three years, attending the same suburban high school together. It was now three months after their graduation; Laura was attending a community college majoring in respiratory therapy, while Kathy worked as a server at a local country club.

The rule that females, opposites in their physical attractiveness, attract each other, held true in this case. Laura was a petite brunette at 5’6 and 115 pounds. She had no trouble finding dates in high school, but wasn’t committed to any one male. In her final year she had worked as a photo model for a local womens clothing store.

Kathy at 5’5 and 170 pounds, had a bulldog like appearance and rarely was asked out on dates. They drank and smoked pot together on a regular basis. Kathy’s parents were affluent and liberal, with no qualms about procuring liquor for their daughter to drink at home. While not aware of her pot indulgence, they used it themselves and would not have objected to Kathy doing so.

Laura lived with her parents and had little privacy, they would not tolerate her using alcohol or pot at their house. Since Kathy’s parents were frequently out of town, she had occasionally permitted Laura to use her house for sexual activity with dates. While Kathy was frustrated and unhappy over her inability to procure dates, she did not begrudge Laura’s success, that is until Jeff came upon the scene.

Jeff had graduated from the same high school one year ahead of Laura and Kathy, after which he went to work full time at the family owned construction business. His plans for the near future were to enter the Army Reserve and attend OCS. Of Scandinavian descent, Jeff was a lean and muscular 6’3, 190 pounds, blue eyed blond.

An all-star quarterback in high school, a knee injury had ended his hope of playing professional football. He could have had his choice of any female at the school, but had steady relationships with only one or two, both of whom were considered to be the hottest girls at the school. He had chatted a couple of times with Laura, but interacting with someone like Kathy was beneath his dignity.

Laura was quite surprised, to say the least, when she received a cell from Jeff, hitting upon her for a date. Without questioning his sudden and belated interest in her, she readily accepted. When Kathy learned of this she reacted with bitterness, but concealed it and offered Laura the use of her house, as her parents would be out of town.

Kathy then concocted a diabolical plot which would assure that Jeff would belong to her, not Laura for the evening. Laura would be lured to the home of an acquaintance of Kathy’s, who happened to be an amateur dominatrix. There she would be held incommunicado and against her will, while Kathy took sexual advantage of Jeff.

Sylvia was a thirty five year old career SSI recipient, who supplemented her meager income by selling small amounts of pot. She was a BBW and not a fashionable dresser, with limited sexual appeal. As an amateur dominatrix her practice was limited to a handful of lesbians. She was not the overly sadistic type, with her preference being for mental domination coupled with oral and strap on sex. On occasion she administered a spanking but rarely used a flogger or crop. An expert at tying knots, her submissives were invariably bound with rope.

Kathy had purchased pot from her several times in the past, but had never confided it to Laura. Sylvia had tried to hit upon Kathy to engage in lesbian bondage but was rebuffed. Kathy was open minded about bondage and lesbianism, but didn’t feel comfortable exploring it with Sylvia. Laura was more opinionated against lesbianism, but had little bondage consciousness.

At about 2:00, four hour before the scheduled date, Kathy asked Laura to accompany her to Sylvia’s home. The pretense was that Kathy wished to buy some pot, and having never met Sylvia before, was reluctant to go alone. Laura having no reason to doubt this, agreed to use her car to drive Kathy there.

Sylvia resided in a two family house on the west side of the city, with her apartment on the first floor, with the upper apartment vacant. It was a dilapidated house, with uncut grass and weeds growing in the yard. Laura was intuitively apprehensive and become even more so upon being introduced to Sylvia, who was attired in black leotards and a matching bikini top. The woman gave her the creeps.

Kathy wasted no time in springing the surprise, “Laura I have a surprise for you, Sylvia is a dominatrix and you will be spending the evening here with her, tied up of course. Jeff will be going out with me tonight”, she announced. Laura was stunned but aside from protesting verbally, did not resist. Kathy correctly predicted that Laura would submit passively.

After being led into the bedroom Sylvia snapped, “All right off with you clothes hon”. When Laura balked, Sylvia repeated the command in a more strident tone and threatened to forcibly strip her. Resigned to the indignity Laura removed her tank top, denim shorts and running shoes. She was ordered to remove her panties as well, then to lie on her back upon the bed.

As Kathy watched the action, a big grin on her face, Sylvia methodically bound her submissive in spread eagle fashion. Four lengths of rope were used, one for each wrist, and one for each ankle. Laura was spread wide and tight, quickly realizing that escape was impossible. Sylvia and Kathy then left the bedroom, leaving Laura clad only in stockings, to ponder her fate.

Leaving her best friend in the hands of a lesbian dominatrix, Kathy promptly drove back to her house, using Laura’s car. She then spent nearly two hours primping herself for Jeff’s arrival. A dark blue strapless dress was selected to contrast with her red Goth hair, complemented by red pumps and white stockings. Expensive perfume and make up were meticulously applied.

At 6:00 Jeff arrived as scheduled and while not surprised that Kathy answered the door, he thought her provocative attire to be out of character. As soon as he entered the living room the second surprise of the day was sprung, this time upon Jeff.

“Jeff there has been a change of plans, Laura at the last minute decided to go out with an old boyfriend so I’ll be your date”, she announced. Jeff was flabbergasted and struggled to find a tactful way to reject the proposition. “Look Jeff I’m every bit of woman that Laura is and I’ll give you the best blow job you ever had”, she persisted.

“I’m sorry if I can’t have Laura I’ll just forget about a date tonight”, was Jeff’s response. Kathy then dropped the next bombshell telling him in no uncertain terms, “Jeff either we go to my bedroom and have sex or I’ll call the police and say you raped me”.

Jeff looked at her in stunned disbelief, countering with “Who would believe your story”. “For one thing it will cost you thousands for a lawyer and keep you from going in the Army. I know I’m not your type of woman but I think you’re smart enough to swallow your pride”, she responded.

His decision was to acquiesce, however repugnant the thought of having sex with a dog like her might be. Kathy accompanied him upstairs to the bedroom and ordered “You get undressed, I’m going to the bathroom to undress and when I get back I want you ready”. Jeff complied and was lying naked on the bed when Kathy returned about five minutes later, clad only in stockings.

“I want you to close your eyes and I’ll have a surprise for you”, she announced before entering the bedroom. Jeff foolishly complied as Kathy walked to the side of the bed and produced a set of steel handcuffs that had been concealed under the bed. She quickly secured Jeff’s right wrist to the headboard before he had time to resist.

“What the fuck is this all about”, yelled Jeff. “I always wanted to rape a guy” replied Kathy, who then produced a second set of cuffs which were used to connect his left wrist to the headboard. Jeff quickly realized that escape was impossible and he was at the mercy of this psychopathic woman.

Kathy tenderly stroked his erect cock with a warning that “if it doesn’t stay hard I’ll invite one of my gay friends over and you won’t need a cock for what he’ll do to you”, then as an afterthought added “Maybe I’ll force you to smoke pot, then you’ll fail the drug test and won’t be able to get into the Army, then I’ll have you available for my use”.

By now Jeff was terrified and tried gently to persuade her to settle for a rain check date. “I may be a bitch but I’m not a stupid bitch, I was going to give you a super blow job but now you’ll be the one using your mouth, on both my cunt and my asshole”, she replied in a clearly angry tone. Pleasuring her cunt would come first and Kathy knelt above and facing him, his face tightly sealed against her cunt.

For nearly ten minutes Jeff endured the indignity of using his tongue to pleasure her, as he was accustomed to females performing orally upon his cock, it was especially demeaning. For Kathy it was sheer orgasmic delight, as she had never experienced this type of oral sex before.

Kathy then reversed her position and ordered Jeff to begin using his tongue upon her asshole, threatening to urinate upon him if his efforts were insufficient.  Jeff was near suffocating from her face sitting, but after five minutes was permitted to stop. “That wasn’t so bad was it”, cooed Kathy.

Meanwhile five miles away Laura was being subjected to low level humiliation and erotic torment by her captor. Sylvia was now naked and Laura found her to be even less appealing than while clothed. Her first advances were some gentle kissing and biting of Laura’s pussy and nipples, which progressed to mouth kissing.

Laura was so turned off by the unwanted advances that she resisted the mouth kissing, refusing to open her mouth. This angered Sylvia, who quite aware that Laura was showing no indications of sexual arousal, decided it was time to play hard ball. Laura was made to wear a ball gag, as well as a Lycra hood which covered her face. The hood was sufficiently permeable to permit breathing, but extra padding over the eyes served as a blindfold.

For further torment Sylvia taped a six inch dildo to the exterior of Laura’s pussy, and turned on the vibrator. It was of the variable speed type; it would hum at full power for thirty seconds, stop for fifteen seconds, and then run on low for nearly a minute. “This will put you in the mood for sex hon”, chortled Sylvia.

Predictably this heightened Sylvia’s anxiety and she began attempting to scream through her gag, probably not aware that it was erotically pleasing to her captor. Sylvia informed her that she would be required to wear the hood and gag for at least fifteen minutes, and if she still resisted sexual advances, would feel the sting of the whip.

While Laura struggled to maintain her composure, she could hear the ringing of a cell and Sylvia engaged in conversation with someone. That someone just happened to be Mistress Mary, a sixty two year old career dominatrix, who was legendary for her visceral sadism.

However the call had nothing to do with bondage. Mistress was an inveterate pot user, and her regular supplier was unavailable. On two or three occasions in the past she had used Sylvia as a secondary supplier, and wished to do so today. Using code words the request was granted, and it was agreed that Mistress would arrive at Sylvia’s within the hour.

After being forced to wear the dreaded hood and gag for what seemed like much more than fifteen minutes, Sylvia removed  both and suggested that if Laura took the initiative with aggressive deep mouth kissing, that she would be spared the whip, along with other unspecified forms of punishment. The vibrator was left intact and running, but any arousal was blunted by the anxiety of the hood and gag.

Laura did not have the will to resist, reluctantly she performed the distasteful kissing. After several minutes of feverish activity Laura was permitted to cease. Sylvia commended her performance and left her temporarily unattended, still tied to the bed, but not gagged or blindfolded. The vibrator had become dislodged and was not reattached, to further unsettle Laura she was told to expect to be fucked with a strap on, upon Sylvia’s return.

Kathy had thoroughly humiliated Jeff during the course of one hour. The finale was placing his erect cock into her cunt, and then riding him for nearly ten minutes, before allowing him to ejaculate. He had been warned that premature ejaculation would result in him being held in restraints for the night, while reiterating the threat of forced gay sex.

She savored every moment of riding him, experiencing multiple orgasms during nearly ten minutes. Kathy could count on one hand the number of times she had engaged in coital sex with males, and none possessed the erectile endowment of Jeff.

While Kathy had seriously considered keeping him overnight, she ultimately decided against it. Before freeing him from his restraints, she took care to complement him on his virility, and to assure him that she had no intentions of revealing the details of their encounter. “I could have made a video to use as blackmail but I’m not that kind of bitch”, she added. Jeff not wishing to antagonize her said he would seriously consider another such encounter, minus the bondage, with her in the future.

He was then released from his restraints, without saying another word he quickly dressed and departed. Kathy enraptured by her conquest, decided it was time to visit Laura, and after once again donning the blue strapless dress, promptly departed for Sylvia’s.

Kathy, having no illusions but that her relationship with Laura was irreparably destroyed, looked forward to seeing her forced to submit sexually, both to Sylvia and herself.

Mistress Mary’s van pulled into Sylvia’s driveway, and she was quickly admitted into the house through the side door. The six foot, two hundred pound dominatrix, was attired as usual in a mini skirt, four inch heels, and an outlandish blond bee hive wig. For bondage sessions she customarily wore a matching black top, but as that was not on schedule for today, wore a tight fitting white ribbed sleeveless blouse.

The one hundred dollar pot transaction was quickly consummated. Sylvia was determined to display her captive sub, while Mistress hardly seemed enthused, she did enter the bedroom for a glimpse of Laura. “She is very pretty, I’m sure you can make a lot of money off her”, she quipped.

“No way I’m selling her, she is going to be kept here just for my use”, replied Sylvia, leaving Laura to fear just what might be in store for her. Mistress and Sylvia then stepped into the kitchen for a few minutes of chat, which would have dire consequences for Kathy.

Kathy arrived at the house as Mistress was about to depart, and the two were introduced to each other by Sylvia. Mistress has what can best be described as a mercurial personality, in that she is prone to lash out at someone abruptly, for no apparent reason. Such was the case with Kathy, to whom Mistress instantly took an intuitive dislike.

“So you’re the slut that stole your best friends date and put her into bondage so you could screw him”, she stated in a contemptuous tone. Kathy instantly responded to the invective with “You ugly Amazon I don’t like being called a slut”.

Over the years numerous invectives had been directed at Mistress, but this was the first time anyone had called her an Amazon. Her response was swift and violent; a back handed slap to Kathy’s face, followed by a punch to her abdominal region, leaving her momentarily stunned and unable to defend herself.

Mistress was one tough cat; in an instant she produced a pair of pre knotted plastic handcuffs, and pounced upon Kathy, securing her wrists to the rear. Kathy did not submit passively, “Help me hold her”, she yelled at Sylvia, who did as she was told. Despite Kathy’s resistance she was forced into the bedroom and pushed face down upon the bed, her face just inches from Laura’s pussy.

Sylvia stood looking in disbelief. “Get some rope and tie her ankles, make it snappy”, commanded Mistress. Sylvia now had to make the choice of incurring the wrath of Mistress by refusing, or the wrath of Kathy. It wasn’t a difficult decision as Mistress was legendary for her ability to inflict sadistic retaliation upon her enemies.

One story was that Mistress had abducted and tortured a rival dominatrix, who left town permanently immediately thereafter. Another was that she was known to force heterosexual male submissives to have gay sex, and for lesbians to have sex with males.

Sylvia retrieved some rope from a dresser drawer and began the task of binding Kathy’s ankles, as well as the legs directly below the knee. Kathy continued to struggle, but her efforts were futile as Mistress sat upon her back. “Hurry up and tie her”, snapped Mistress, clearly impatient with Sylvia’s tedious pace. “Yes Mistress”, Sylvia dutifully replied, despite the humiliation of taking orders in her own home from another dominatrix.

Mistress was not tolerant of verbal abuse from anyone, and Kathy continued to carrying on loudly, demanding her release. With her wrists, ankles and legs securely restrained, Mistress easily removed the strapless dress, while the panties were cut off with scissors. However the panties still had utility, as Mistress wedged them into Kathy’s mouth, finally silencing her.

“Now help me tether her to this rack”, commanded Mistress, pointing to a steel rack mounted horizontally in the clothes closet. Both Mistress and Sylvia lifted Kathy off the bed, forcing her to stand in the closet and facing the wall.

Sylvia, as ordered, took another piece of rope, looping one end of it around Kathy’s neck, and the other end to the rack. Kathy had no choice than to stand in this uncomfortable position, as any significant movement would result in strangulation. To round off the arrangement, Mistress ordered another length of rope attached to the handcuffs. It was then pulled upwards and tied to the rack, with the result that Kathy’s wrists were forced against the small of her back.

Lamenting her failure to bring a rattan, Mistress ordered Sylvia to provide a flogger. What followed was a savage flogging of Kathy’s buttocks, consisting of nearly fifty lashes of progressively increasing intensity. Her cries of pain were suppressed by the gag, her buttocks would be red and sore for days to come.

With the flogging complete, Mistress ordered Sylvia to free Laura from her restraints and permit her to leave. This was too much for Sylvia and she quite vocally expressed her displeasure. “I’m in charge here and unless you wish to be hogtied yourself then do as I say”, was the angry response.

Begrudgingly Sylvia complied with the order and Laura dressed quickly. “You are free to go and if you have any problems here is my business card, if you have any problems call me”, said Mistress in a tone that to the uninformed would indicate genuine concern for Laura’s welfare.

“Thank you”, Laura meekly replied. “Kindly address me as Mistress” she stated in a still gentle tone, eliciting “Thank you Mistress” from Laura, before walking to her car parked outside and driving off.

Mistress then directed her attention to Kathy, commenting that she had considered confining her at Mistress’ personal dungeon and subjecting her to some heavy duty torture. Instead she gave Sylvia permission to use Kathy as she saw fit, at this point Mistress abruptly departed.

Sylvia was bitter over the humiliation she had experienced. The opportunity to dominate the sexually inexperienced Laura, a rarity for her, was ruined, even more puzzling was the motive for showing such benevolence towards her unwilling submissive, as well as the intensity of contempt for Kathy.

Kathy was released from the tether arrangement, with the other restraints remaining in place. She was forced to lie face down on the bed with another length of rope used to tie her ankles to the foot of the bed. Not wishing to listen to her angry tirades, the gag remained in place. She was going nowhere, and if Sylvia could not have her way with Laura, then Kathy would suffice.

Meanwhile Laura was distraught from the events of the day. She desperately wanted to apologize to Jeff, to explain to him that she had not stood him up. Repeated calls to his cell were answered and Laura assumed this was intentional, but then again who could blame him.

Laura desperately needed someone to talk to, in her condition she could not return to her house, as her misery would be obvious to her parents. She decided to take a chance and call Mistress Mary, after all she had been responsible for her release, and had indicated a willingness to be of further assistance.

Mistress was surprised when Laura called, but instructed her to immediately proceed to her house. Twenty minutes later Laura pulled into the driveway of the suburban estate of Mistress, who immediately showed her to the living room.

Mistress suggested that she would attempt to contact Jeff and try to explain what had transpired. As Jeff did not recognize Mistress’ phone number on Caller ID, he answered. Mistress promptly identified herself as a good friend of Laura, without mentioning that she was a career dominatrix, and Jeff seemed receptive as she related Laura’s plight.

Mistress gave an accurate account of how Laura had been lured to the home of a dominatrix and held against her will, to enable Kathy to pirate the date. Mistress emphasized that Laura was distraught and desperately wished to speak with Jeff.

Jeff was overwhelmed by emotion, and against his better judgment, confided to Mistress, that he had been sexually forced by the perfidious Kathy, under threat of false allegations against him. Mistress then handed the phone to Laura, who quickly broke down in tears as she begged for forgiveness from Jeff.

Mistress, using her land line phone in another room, made a call to Sylvia. Her orders were explicit; Kathy was to remain confined there until Mistress arrived within the hour, Sylvia was too terrified to refuse, what Mistress did not volunteer was that Jeff and Laura would be accompanying her on the visit.

END Part 1