I got up after another night alone, brewed coffee and lit my first Winston. I turned on the computer to check my email and there it was, a message from Mistress. For those that have followed our relationship you may recall that she had left for an extended lecture series on the west coast with our future uncertain when she returned. For those not familiar, I started out as a client when Mistress was a practicing Domme. We became friends, then lovers. Mistress began an ultra successful career as a writer and lecturer on all things fetish. I became her live in kinky crossdressed secretary. Many adventures followed but as often happens things got a little stale. She felt I became a bit too clingy and perhaps she was right. Only because I sensed a growing distance and hated the thought of losing the life we had.
After a period of feeling sorry for myself, I had several adventures with a masked mystery kidnapper as I described in my recent writing, 'Kidnapped Again'. My unbridled enjoyment made things even more confusing for me. Was it really time to move on? At least I knew there was someone else out there that shared my kinks and seemed to want me. On the other hand, serving as Mistress' secretary had filled my days and given me a sense of purpose. Besides, I loved getting dressed every day and craved Mistress rewarding me with bondage, sex and most of all her attention and affection.
With that background and more than a little trepidation I opened the email.
'Darla. I'll be returning in the afternoon 2 days from now. Needless to say, we have much to talk about. In order to have your full attention, I have asked Jane and Penny to tie you up very tightly and gag you. I will leave your choice of dress up to you. See you soon, Mistress'.
What to think. Does she want me tied and gagged to avoid an emotional scene when she tells me it's over or does she plan a most welcome and hoped for reunion? It would be a nervous 2 days but I resolved to look my absolute best. So much to do! Time to get started.
The first order of business was to clean the house. It would be spotless when she walked in. I got in the mood by putting on my maid's outfit and went to work. I am by nature fairly neat but I spent the whole first day making it pristine.
Next I made an appointment for a makeover the morning Mistress would arrive. Susie is a wizard and caters to the kinky community. I really wanted to look my best in case Mistress' decision might still be in doubt. I went through my wardrobe and picked out my outfit. I finally fell into a fitful sleep, hoping all my efforts would be enough.
I awakened early and had my coffee and a nervous Winston. I dressed in my outfit of the day. I had debated between a secretarial outfit and something a bit more fetishy. I chose the latter. I wore a skin tight black catsuit over my DD's with nipples.
They strained against the fabric and I loved the way they looked. Hip pads gave me an hourglass figure after I had laced my black leather corset as tightly as I could. Thigh high leather boots with a 4 inch heel raised me to a full 6 ft 7 inch height. I put on a matching black leather collar and locked it in place. The key would be placed where Mistress would see it. Symbolic, I know since I could unlock it any time until Jane tied me up. I should also mention I put my cage on and locked it in place. It just seemed right to do it.
I checked my look in the full length mirror and liked what I saw. I hoped Mistress would too. I lit a cigarette and waited for Susie to arrive and complete my transformation.
Right on time, she came in and nodded approvingly at my outfit. She pecked my cheek and had me sit at the table.
"I ought to tie your hands to make sure you don't fidget but I need to get your nails on so sit there and be very still. On second thought, I know just the thing."
She had me rest my hands on the chair arms and roped them in place.
"That should get you in the mood. Now let's get to work."
The next couple of hours were a blur of hair and makeup. First she wove hair extensions into place. We wouldn't want a wig coming off if things got a little rough. I now had shoulder length dirty blond hair that she meticulously teased and styled. She remade my face with airbrushed foundation. Smooth as silk. Powder to set it, blusher, then dramatic smoky eye makeup after shaping and penciling my brows. She went to work on my lips. My favorite part. She used a long lasting lipstick after a pencil outlined my lips. She managed to make them look so plump and I hoped, inviting.
She looked through my assortment of earrings and chose large, silver hoops. She put them on my pierced ears and paused for a critical look.
"You look good enough to eat. Not that I would. Mistress would be pissed and I'd be in for some serious punishment. On second thought....Just kidding. Let's get those nails done."
She cleaned my natural nails and brushed on the glue then carefully put long deep red nails that matched my 'fuck me' red lipstick.
"Well, I think that does it baby. If she can walk away now, there will be a line to claim you. Good luck!"
She left as Jane and Penny drove up. Jane runs a fantasy kidnapping service. Penny was one of her clients. I had helped Jane with her kidnapping as I described in one of my earlier stories. They became an item and we had remained friends. Jane is a delightful and unrepentant bad girl. This had landed both of us in hot water with Mistress in the past and I wondered why Mistress trusted her to tie me up today.
"Look at you. Went all out, didn't you. I really hope it works out for both of you.
As you know, Mistress wants us to tie you up really tightly. You know me, it will be tight. Let's relax a minute before we get started. Get some water. Hydration is important."
I thought that was a good idea and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. I walked back in and saw Jane and Penny raiding my pack of Winstons. She was forever bumming from me. What the hell. I was happy they were here to help. I lit one myself and we chatted while I drank my water and smoked.
"Time to get you tied up sweetie. Go to the bathroom while we sort the ropes."
I emptied my bladder and walked back in.
"Needless to say, Mistress left specific instructions. Have a seat Darla."
I sat in our low backed chair. Perfect for bondage.
"Hands behind you, over the chair back."
Jane wrapped and cinched my wrists palm to palm. I didn't bother to test the ropes. I had never escaped from her bondage. Penny tied my ankles, below and above my knees. Jane looped rope around my chest and arms first above my boobs, then below. She cinched each side, highlighting my DD's even more.
She added rope over my upper thighs and under the chair then did the same at my stomach, fastening me tightly to the chair. Finally she looped a rope between my bound wrists and threaded it under the chair to my ankles.
