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D.O.A (Dominated on Arrival) Part 1

Getting Lord Albion under my control was as easy as pie. His Lordship was typical of his ilk. A posh idiot who never worked a day in his life and inherited a large estate, assets and a trust fund. Predictably he had burned through most of it and was now indebted……..thats where i came in.

Waiting for our appointment, I settled in his office, my long spike heeled boots very much on show along with the tight jeans and jacket I wore. My usual outfits were a little more…direct, but i needed to be more discreet today. The chinless oaf wandered in late, looking lasciviously at my boots. His Lordship was very much into his BDSM, indeed, he was a regular fixture at my employer’s establishment. Sadly, his depraved tastes were more expensive than he realised and running up debts with a Dominatrix was never wise.

When I told him what I was here for, he scoffed and tried to bluff his way out of it. I produced the loaded pistol and cocked the chamber for emphasis, his expression turned to one of ashen faced concern. There was always an easy way and a hard way of doing things and when I threw him the cuffs, he knew what way I was going.

He stripped at my command as I took out the leather sleep sack and told him to lay it on the floor, then ordering him to step into it. He whined a little as he did and started to cuff his ankles and then lay down in the sack as directed by my gun.

It wasn’t long before his Lordship was all snug and I popped the leather hood over his head and buckled the gag tightly in his mouth. I had dragged him out of the office and propped him up in the concealed yard. My associate would be getting here soon but I wanted to be done quicker rather than later. The gagged pleas were pitiful as I slapped him hard across the face and ground my boot heel into his crotch. Despite this, the disgusting pig was fully erect and I knew that I had to address that before he was delivered….

As I sent another text through to my colleague, I heard footsteps heading toward the yard and the door swung open. Some young tart in riding breeches and long boots was standing there, her mouth open slackly as she saw the scene in front of her. She was holding a riding crop and tapped it in her hand as she marched up and demanded to know what was going on.

Her boots made her a little taller than me, and I guess she felt superior as she stood, trying to intimidate me. Her posh cunt accent was like nails down a blackboard as she haughtily asked me again. I calmly explained that the Lord of the Manor had run up a few debts. This was also private business and if she wished to remain unhurt, she was recommended to fuck off. But the problem is that most of these posh totty types are thick as actual pig shite. My reasonable request had clearly gone over her head and she threatened to call for help. I shrugged and let her have an open slap to the side of the head….she stumbled sideways and tottered a little in her boots. I didn’t wait for a second invitation and unleashed another smack, this time with the fist slightly closed. She reeled again and fell against the wall. I was concerned about the time this was taking and my gimp prisoner started to kick up a fuss.

I grabbed the silly bitch and my arm snaked around her throat…..I spun her around toward Lord Albion and warned him to keep quiet, or I’d snap her neck in two. I clamped my hand over her mouth and dragged her into the office. I had to take care of her now as well.

The rope work wasn’t my finest, but I had her tied up and secure, her long legs frantically trying to loosen the bonds. A silk scarf was knotted between her lips and she feebly struggled. I had to admit, once I didn’t have to listen to her voice she was quite a nice piece. I slapped her tight ass and she whimpered as my hands trailed over her some more. The skintight beeches left little to the imagination and as I let my touch linger near her pussy, I wasn’t surprised to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Given her attire, I assumed she was used to playing games with his Lordship. Her dark hair and eyes were appealing as her red lips let out drool from the material gagging her. I checked my phone and the van was here. I guess we would need to take this little bitch too, but I was ok with that….the ride would be long enough for us all to get acquainted.

TBC

Waking up in the back of your own luxury car with the bratty, booted Domme might have been fun. But as you’re naked, bound with tight, spiteful zip ties and chewing on her very ripe panties…..you might not be so happy.

Especially as she’s going to reach into one of the compartments to bring out the cock cage and start taking your new slave profile pictures….

Retirement ends

I never thought I would see Rachel in my home, certainly not after I'd retired from my 30-year position as a fraud investigator for the large company that employed us both. I had trained her, but now here she was, visiting me in my home, looking very beautiful and confident.

"You know I've always had great respect for you," she told me. "That's why I came here to see you instead of having you come to my office."

I swallowed hard and considered running. Somehow, despite my best efforts, I sensed she'd caught me.

"Your retirement was very well-timed," she said. "But not well enough. You know what I've found, Ryan. I have to take you into custody."

My gut churned and I glanced toward the door. She smiled slightly.

"My friend, Officer Nicole Lockwood, is waiting outside in the parking lot," she said. "You won't get far. Put your hands behind your back and tell me where you put the money you stole."

My head dropped. "You don't understand what that company does to people, Rachel. If I hadn't stolen that money, I never would have been able to retire. They owed me."

Rachel moved behind me and gently, almost reluctantly, pulled my arms behind my back. "I know, Ryan, you worked hard. But you stole, and you deserve to be arrested."

My dreams of retiring comfortably evaporated with the click of Rachel's handcuffs around my wrists, and she didn't spare me - she tightened them all the way.

"Do you have to lock them so tightly?" I asked. "I thought we were friends."

"We were," she said, starting to search me. "But now you're my prisoner, and I have to treat you accordingly. Are you going to tell me how to recover the money, or are you going to make Nicole get it out of you?"

I swallowed and clammed up, defiant despite my wanting to break down and cry over my capture. She smiled and took my arm.

"Happy retirement, Ryan," she said as she began my walk of shame. "Of course, you'll be in cell for the rest of your life, but at least you won't be working."