I have described my many adventures with Mistress since we became a couple. It had to start sometime. As I related in my story, 'Kinky Secretary. How it Started'.
Before we transitioned from client/Domme to lovers there were many memorable sessions. A few stick out in my mind. This was one of them.
After my first visit Mistress gave me a list of websites she liked for crossdressing clothes, breast forms, shoes. Well, everything. She helped me order the right makeup for my complexion. Best of all, she helped me find high quality wigs. I had showed her pictures of Darla Crane, Bondage Life #54. The first pictures I had seen. Far from the last.
A digression. I absolutely loved Bondage Life. It seemed so naughty at the time. Now it seems ridiculously tame. I still have every issue ever published along with other now vintage magazines. I look on ebay from time to time to see what people are paying for them but I'd never sell them. We both love thumbing through them from time to time. It never gets old.
At this particular session I dressed in a new at the time black catsuit over DD breast forms in a pvc bra. My waist was cinched tightly in black pvc corset that Mistress pulled even tighter. She loved seeing how small she could get my waist even then. I had on my thigh high boots also. A far cry from the things I wore to my first session with her.
Mistress no longer did my makeup. She had insisted that I learn how to do it right. With her help and You Tube tutorials I had gotten much better. She still supervised and corrected the mistakes I still occasionally made. I finished my makeup and put on my long red Darla Crane wig. Only then did I glue my long red nails in place. Mistress inspected me and pronounced my efforts satisfactory.
"Very good Darla. At this rate I may have to take you out in public sometime. Would you like that?"
The thought was both exciting and frightening. I am 6 feet 3 inches tall. 6 feet 7 inches in my heels. I could never pass but if I were with Mistress, would I even care. Besides, I knew Mistress would never do anything to embarrass me. If we did go out it would be with like minded people. Of course now I have been in public many times with no sense of embarrassment at all. But that would come much later.
Mistress led me into the living room and we sipped a small glass of wine. I lit a Winston after lighting her VS. I nearly shivered with the sense of anticipation. Mistress knew it and was making me wait on purpose.
I thought about how much she had taught me in the brief time we had known each other. A short time earlier I couldn't have imagined dressing the way I was today, indulging my guilty pleasure with my cigarette, all with the sexiest woman I could imagine. Best of all, she didn't just accept my kinks, she embraced them, convincing me that it wasn't crazy to want to do this. There was nothing at all wrong with dressing like I did, submitting to a strong woman and craving tight bondage at her hand.
Mistress watched me finish my cigarette. A last deep drag and slow exhale. She finished her cigarette and wine and looked thoughtfully at me.
"I've been thinking about what I should do with you today. Your catsuit fits perfectly with my ideas. I don't know if you'll enjoy it. I know I will."
With that she led me to a low backed chair. I reached my arms behind the chair for Mistress to tie. I've said it many times but she always does the wrists first. After all, that is the most important. Once your hands are well tied it's hard to do much about whatever else is in store. Not that I wanted to do anything at all. She finished my wrists by attaching them to the chair.
She had me cross my ankles and tied them so they would stay crossed then fashioned a rope harness around my chest, highlighting my much more realistic looking DD's.
She stood back and inspected her work before having me lift my butt off the chair. She reached the zipper and freed my clit, now very erect.
"Just one more thing. I want you well gagged today. You can get a little too talkative sometimes when you're tied up. And you are most certainly tied up, aren't you? Feel free to struggle. You're not going anywhere till I decide to untie you. If I decide to. I might invite some friends over for cocktails. You'd be the perfect centerpiece. Talk about a conversation starter! Wow!"
Mistress gagged me with a panel style ballgag. She buckled the panel tightly over the ball. It was very effective.
"I normally like a regular ballgag. I hate to cover those lips but silence is golden.
A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Right Darla?"
I could only nod in agreement.
Mistress pulled a chair just in front of me. Close enough that she could reach my clit with her feet. She kicked her shoes off and rubbed her stockinged feet against it. Driving me wild.
"Someone's excited but we haven't even really started yet. Control yourself you slut."
That would have been a lot easier if she weren't doing her best to make sure I couldn't.
She took thin cord and wound it tightly around the base of my clit before separating my ovaries. Then she took the remaining cord and tied it to the chest ropes. I wasn't about to go sag but now there was no way. She took another piece of thin cord and tied it around my sack also before having me lift my butt off the chair. She tied this one to my bound wrists.
"That should keep you from squirming. Besides, it looks really cool. I just thought of something. Now you're the girl in the pictures you love so much."
Indeed I was and to make the point Mistress used her phone to snap several. I still look back at them and it never fails to turn me on.
With that, she picked up my Winstons and lit one. She took a long drag and set it aside in the ashtray. She picked up a condom and slowly rolled it over my clit but only after rubbing her finger over the tip and coming away with a generous amount of precum. She licked it off with a smile on her face, took another drag and picked up a bullet style vibrator. She laid it along my clit and took another condom and rolled it over, holding it in place. She paused again and smoked.
"You love it when I smoke one of yours. What a crazy fetish. Not just smoking but a particular brand. Since you enjoy it so much, I'll help myself to another. I'll bet you'd like one about now. Too bad Darla."
