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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

That is a well presented cleavage, it would rude not to look.

Now... You take some time to think about what has happened, what is happening, and what is going to happen in the neat future...about how you are no longer in complete control, but I AM. Perhaps when I return we can have a more...civil...conversation

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Heyy honey! Look whos here! How you doing? And see what I got here! Shaky shaky

chuckle Am I good at teasing you? The nurses gave me these. They say its good for us if I come to visit you from time to time and tease you with the keys to this cell. It should helps us bond and cement me being the only one that can either release you or just keeping you here for as long as I wish. Well, not that you dont know that, since we both signed all those contracts and willpowers of course but they pointed out how much visual stimuli is important to keep that connection going. So, shaky shaky. I got the keys! I got the keys!

Oh no, now the big boy's angry! Yes, scream inside your gag. Pull on your restraints. Let it all out. Its so funny, you look like a codfish being catched. Wow, I never seen you so angry and sad at the same time. Good for you to permanently hugging yourself due to that new straightjacket. At least someone does, since you are all alone and isolated. Being stored away from society.

And I can see those nurses never even bothered to remove that chastity cage you had on when we committed you in their care. Still all locked up with my cute pink-hearted lock, huh? I bet when you are all bored and sad, sitting in your own misery you look down on your cage and think of me, right? I think so, because it has my name engraved on it and its the only thing in your cell with a bright colour. They didnt even asked me for the key for that thing. Haha, they just dont care I guess.

This place is amazing! Thank god your perversions made you opt-in for the indefinite treatment plan. I get to enjoy your wealth in peace while you can live out your sick fantasies in here. Perfect!

By the way, I just told the headnurse that I choose to prolong your stay for another year. Oh, dont look so shocked, I sold that MB 300 to pay for the costs of living. And its for the better, that car only occupied space in the garage thats now free for Angelo to use. Yea, in case you wonder, its that Angelo. My fitness instructor I told you not to worry about? Well, oops. He kinda moved in a few months ago and we have a great time ever since.

And here we got the screams and fighting again. Oh, and are those tears? Thats a new one. Seriously, thats why I gave all those nurses a big bonus from the money I got from selling that stupid car. Lets be real, paying for a lousy cell, straps to keep you in place, some elctricity and the grudgy slime they feed you twice a day isnt that much of an expense. But paying the nurses dealing with your emotional antics and irrational outburst definetly is.

Well, anyway. I got to get going, Angelo's waiting outside, we are on our way to the airport for a three week vacation in Rome. Gotta be fantastic. Expect me back in a month or so. Mwuah. Oh yea.. and. Shaky. Shaky! I got the keys! I got the keys!

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I’m stuck to the bed. Yep! 😂😂😂