AUTHOR'S NOTE: This Untold Story takes place prior to the events of
Mistress Kathy's Slave Catalog.
You may have heard rumors of a faraway place where your dreams of bondage and domination can be made into reality. Those rumors are true.
Just be careful what you wish for.
At Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission, professional mistresses and their slaves are waiting to help you.
As you might imagine, slaves are harder to recruit than mistresses, but Mistress Kathy has overcome this problem. She says the secret to recruiting a slave is to recruit his mistress first. After all, if you offer her the right incentives, she'll be happy to share her toys.
"Please try to understand," explained Penny, finishing her eye liner as she peered into the mirror. "This is how it's going to be from now on."
Isaac sat on the edge of the bed. Watching was all he could do since his collar was still tethered to the bedpost. "I thought this was going to be like the last time," he said, trying not to sound freaked out. "You said we were coming back to the island for the advanced course in bondage and domination."
"But this
is
advanced. This is
way
advanced."
"You said it would only be for two weeks."
"I already explained that," she said, pursing her lips in the mirror to see if her lipstick would smudge. "I was lying. I needed a premise to bring you here. Otherwise you would never have agreed to come back. Now that you have, your consent isn't needed. Our slave contract is binding here."
Isaac glanced at the framed document hanging on the wall of their new bedroom. The document competed for attention with the scenic paintings and photographs hanging around it, but the contract occupied the most prominent position in case he needed reminding of who was going to be in charge.
Penny was 22, but looked younger. She worried she might look
too
young. She wanted her coworkers at the office to take her seriously, but that would be hard if she looked like a teenager in a grown-up costume. She pulled her hair back into a hasty bun to make herself look older.
"Do you like me with my hair up?" She put on her smart-girl glasses and stared at Isaac. "It's not too pretentious?"
"Not if you're going for the librarian look." He tried to sound nonchalant about it, but her sexy "office girl" look combined with her unblinkingly judgmental stare gave him an erection his costume did little to conceal. He turned away in what he hoped was a casual way.
"You're right, it's too much," she said, turning toward the mirror. She pulled her bun apart and let her dark hair flow over her snug black office dress.
He crossed his legs. Inside his little outfit, his swelling shaft had little room to expand, so it was forced to bend at an impossible angle. His leather mittens prevented him from correcting it, and he wondered if other slaves had this problem.
"Do all your co-workers bring their slaves to work with them?" he asked, again trying to be casual.
"Not usually, but this is my first day." She disappeared into the bathroom to fuss with her hair some more. "I'm the newbie. It'll be a couple of weeks before I'm allowed to leave you unattended, so you'll have to stick close to me for a while. Then you'll be assigned duties of your own."
"And will I have to be tied up to do those duties?" He looked down at the leather mittens on his hands. With his elbows fastened behind him, he couldn't even bring his hands together—except behind his back.
"That depends on you. If they like you, they can be lenient. If they don't, they can be strict. But if they
REALLY
like you—it can go either way. The trick is—you want them to like you, but not too much."
"Your advice isn't helping."
"Don't pretend you didn't want to come back," she said from the other room. "I know you better than that."
Did she really? She knew how to turn him on; that was for sure. But aside from that, he began to wonder if they really knew each other at all.
"Remember our first visit?" she reminisced. "You let me do things to you that we would
never
do at home. You must have enjoyed it, or you wouldn't have agreed to come back."
"But that was role-playing. I didn't agree to
this."
He fumbled with the clasp on his leash with his useless hands, but it would not open for him.
"You agreed that I know what's best for both of us." She knew he couldn't argue that fact because it had been put in writing. "We were getting nowhere at our old jobs. Here at least
I
have a reasonable chance of promotion."
He knew it was a risk to provoke her, but he couldn't help himself. She had gone too far. "You didn't have to lie to me. You didn't have the right to decide for both of us."
She stepped out of the bathroom. "I had every right."
"Yeah? Who made you God?"
She straightened the framed contract. "You did, sweetie." She stepped back and admired it as though it were the prettiest thing about the room. "Just admit that you're enjoying it. I totally saw your boner."
She approached him and unfastened his leash from the bedpost.
He stood up. She wrapped her hands around his new shiny black brief. The garment that barely contained him was fastened with snap-ties on either side which had yet to be field tested.
Her busy hands found his folded shaft—and straightened it for his comfort. He relaxed a bit, and her hands made their way to his backside where they lingered and squeezed.
He felt obliged to hug her back—or to try—but his bound elbows wouldn't let him.
They heard a jingling sound outside.
"They're here." Penny picked up her purse. "They said they'd send a coach to pick us up."