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All persons or entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or entities, existing or previously existing, is entirely coincidental.
Lisa flicked through Marcia's personal file as she sat in front of the security monitoring station at the mall. Marcia was nearly 30 years old and was separated from her husband. Marcia was 5' 7" tall and weighed 55kg, keeping her weight down exclusively by diet measures, rather than including any regular exercise. She was naturally a brunette but Lisa had only ever seen her as a peroxide blonde with a "Monroe" hairstyle. Cara had told Lisa that Marcia struggled to make ends meet with mortgage payments and was all ways keen to pick up extra shifts.
Lisa was watching the image from the camera overseeing the checkout area at Oh Yeah Beauty. "Now I have you" Lisa thought to herself as she watched Marcia take cash from a customer and deposit it in her handbag.
She watched as Marcia then started her shop close up routine so Lisa copied a video file to her thumb drive and hurried out the door, instructing Adam on her radio to resume his position at the monitoring station.
As Lisa arrived at Oh Yeah Beauty, she could see Marcia lowering one of the two roller doors at the front of the shop. Lisa entered through the remaining opening.
"Hello Marcia" Lisa said in a cold voice.
Marcia knew Lisa wasn't there on a social call and was a little nervous as she replied, "Oh, Lisa, I am just closing up, can I help you with something?"
"Finish securing the shop front then you and I need to have little chat."
Marcia was quiet as she finished closing the roller doors and switched the lighting to business closed mode.
"Perhaps we should go to the office," Lisa said, as she turned and headed for the salon office without waiting for Marcia's response. Marcia followed silently and entered the office as Lisa closed the door behind her.
"Well Marcia, do you know why I'm here?"
Marcia was 99% sure but didn't want to incriminate herself so she replied with a slight stammer "n-no" as she could feel herself blush and eyes starting to well with a tear.
"I told you if you didn't stop deceiving your employer I would tell them what is going on, now I see you at it today," said Lisa.
"Would you like to see the video of you putting money in your bag?"
"Can we work something out" pleaded Marcia, "I'll lose my job."
"I really don't know, I will need to have a look through my procedure manuals," said Lisa. "But I will need to detain you here until I have resolved the options."
Marcia nodded in agreement. Lisa cleared the desk and instructed Marcia to sit on the end. Marcia hesitated.
"If you want my help you need to do as I say," said Lisa. "Now do you want my help?"
"Yes" replied Marcia as she pushed herself up to sit on the end of the desk.
Lisa grabbed a sports bag from the corner of the office and from the bag produced a bundle of Velcro straps. She grabbed Marcia's right ankle and lashed it to closest leg of the desk. She then grabbed Marcia's left ankle and pushed it to the adjacent desk leg, which parted Marcia's knees.
As Marcia's left ankle was lashed, she puzzled "what are you doing?"
"I told you if you want my help do as I tell you, now be quiet," Lisa said in a stern voice. "Now lay back and put your hands up to the corners of the desk."
As Marcia complied Lisa bound her wrists to the other legs of the desk. Lisa returned to the bag and produced a large pair of scissors. Marcia was wearing a knee length close fitting white dress and flat white leather shoes. Lisa started cutting the dress from the bottom hem straight up the front.
"Wha" Marcia started to say.
However, she was cut off by Lisa "Did I ask you to speak?" in a quick masterful voice.
Marcia remained silent as Lisa finished the cut and with a few more cuts from the sleeves had reduced Marcia's dress to some pieces of fabric that Lisa could easily remove. In a few more small cuts Lisa had made it easy to pull off Marcia's bra and panties. Lisa applied some hand pressure to Marcia's ribs and Marcia complied rolling side to side so Lisa could remove the last of the clothing remnants.
Lisa stood back looking at Marcia, naked except for her shoes, bound to the desk.
"You wait here and think about your situation, I'll be back later."
Lisa exited through the door to the service corridor. Marcia could hear the door lock behind Lisa and lay there, limply testing her restraints and starting to sob thinking about the situation she was in.
......
3 months prior.
Lisa was seated on her sofa, sipping a latte and gazing blankly out the front window pondering the strange twist of events that led her to discovering herself as a Domme, developing a relationship with Cara and the high it gave her. She thought about the range of toys, restraints, and clothing that she had bought. She was thinking of the many things she had read in the Domme forum on missdom.org when the sound of a car horn out front caught her attention.
Brad and Cara had arrived with their possessions in a small van that Brad had borrowed from work.
Brad and Cara move into a spare room in Lisa's house. They all sat down and worked out a routine sharing domestic jobs and preparation of evening meals.
Their daily routines varied slightly. They all worked Mon to Fri and Brad worked every second Saturday until 1pm. Brad left for work at 7.00am, Lisa at 8.30am and Cara at 9.00am. Brad helped at friend's motorbike shop on Monday evenings, Lisa instructed at self-defense classes on Tuesday evenings and Cara had study on Thursday evenings. On Friday evenings Brad and Cara usually went to a bar that was popular with local high school graduates of their age.
This gave Lisa and Cara opportunities to be together on Monday evenings and every second Saturday morning. Brad and Cara had moved in on a Tuesday and on Friday of that week they invited Lisa to go with them to their favorite bar.
As Brad opened the door, crisp loud music hit them in the face. Lisa followed Brad and Cara through the door, there was a band playing a cover of "Crack the Shutters" at one end of the room. Lisa, feeling her ten year seniority, motioned to the others to go to a table at other end of the bar where the music intensity was slightly lower. The crowd was lively and growing, many of the people giving Brad and Cara acknowledging hand gestures and smiles as they past. They were on to their second round of drinks when a tall figure, looking slightly intoxicated, approached the table. It was Ray, an acquaintance of Cara and Brad at best, a serial pest normally. Ray was a disenchanted man who had been in high school with Brad. His social status had diminished greatly since those days when he was physically mature earlier than most and was naturally athletic, now he flipped burgers while his peers had good jobs.
"Brad, are you going to introduce me to your mom?" said Ray.
If looks could kill Ray would have been snap frozen by Lisa's facial response.
"She is not my mom Ray" was all Brad could come up.
Lisa could tell Brad and Cara were a little intimidated, but she wasn't. "We really don't want to talk to you, please go away," she said.
"Oh Brad have you been working out, it doesn't look like it" quipped Ray.
Cara said, "I think it's time to leave."
"Agreed" replied Lisa.
As they stood Ray moved around to stand in the path to the door. Lisa stepped ahead.
"Oh Brad is your mom looking out for you" goaded Ray.
Lisa was going to restrain Ray and end his offense, but after that comment she was going to hurt him. She turned back to Brad and said "now do exactly as I say, stand on my right side, stand still, and tell Ray to get fucked."
Brad nervously positioned himself on Lisa's right. Lisa knew she was exposed to assault charges if she struck first so she needed Ray to hit her.
"Get f-fucked Ray." Brad managed to get out in a moderate tone.
Lisa had a canny knack to read the play in these situations, to her it was almost like a slow motion scene from "The Matrix." Ray stepped forward and thrust a right upper cut at Brad's chin, Lisa swayed to her right, and Ray's knuckles glanced her right shoulder deflecting his blow into the air past Brad's face. As Ray didn't really connect his footing was destabilized and he leaned forward slightly. At the same time Lisa's right hand was travelling upward, the heel of her palm first contacting Ray's top lip and tearing his frenulum before smashing into the underside of his nose. Rays eyes were instantly flooded and couldn't see, he felt blood flowing from his nose down his chin and such burning pain from his lip. He backed away in surrender holding his face.
That night, as Lisa lay in her bed, it was the first time she clearly heard Brad and Cara having sex. She only needed a little contact from her finger to bring a wave of pleasure as she anticipated her first session with Cara the following morning.
Lisa woke at 6.30am and headed to her en suite bathroom. She emerged from the shower and dressed in a plain black corset that cupped her breasts like two hands, just covering her nipples. The bottom of the corset covered half way down her buttocks with a tapering point highlighting the curves of her ass and at the front it extended to the top on her mons. She pulled on black stockings with suspenders attached to her corset and finally a black G-string. Over the top she put on a loose sweat shirt and track pants before heading downstairs.
