As the taxi reaches the door, Patricia leaves the building, it's an hotel, one of the most expensive. While on the stairs she checks her sunglasses, meanwhile pressing the skirt of her formal dress. Everything has to be perfect.
She jumps on the taxi and tells the driver her house address.
She just knows he is looking at her thru the rearview mirror, checking her figure, her ample breasts underlined by the business suit that hugs her body. She leaves him to look, does not want conversation, opens her briefcase, moving aside the dvd case. It's a non descript case, nothing is written on it, nothing to tell the tale, but now she opens a folder containing some financial papers that she has to read before returning to her office tomorrow.
The ride is quite uneventful, numbers on paper are not that exciting, but behind her quiet composure, she is living again all the things she had just experienced. Then, she logs on her Blackberry and immediately gets some mail from her office.
It's sort of incredible, it seems they cannot manage to hold things together without her, those bastards. She just knows that some of the people she works with calls her "the ice bitch", mainly because she does seem to have the strictest control over herself on her job, but still if she has reached that position maybe, just maybe, there must be some reason.
She is the top manager in her firm, where she was hired just two years ago. Like a rocket she went from position to position to the top of the "food chain". And all these people are now under her.
There is a price to pay for it, also. And when she took this job, she decided that she had to control her emotions, totally.
At the time, she got word that there was someone who could help with that.
After two whole years of getting in that place, she can tell that it was completely worth the money spent.
When the taxi stops, Patricia exits the door, leaving a tip to the driver. She lives in an expensive condo, with security, doorman, privacy etc...
After entering her apartment, she closes the lock after her and the briefcase goes on a table near the door, from that she picks the DVD. Walking in her living room, she inserts the dvd in the media center and, while it starts to read the thing, she strolls to the bedroom to take off some of her clothes.
The jacket goes on the bed, then the skirt, she finally loose her blouse buttons before returning to the couch.
The tv black screen is now filled with the image of an hotel room, the camera was setup up near the ceiling and thus covered the whole room, there was a lady in the central spot. Raven hairs, black formal dress with trousers. She is standing up, to have more space the bed had been reclined near the wall, tilted sideways. No one was going to sleep there anytime soon, so that was just fine.
The lady was obviously waiting for someone, checking her watch, until a knock on the door was heard.
For a moment, she went out of camera to open the door and when she came back, Patricia was following her. Looking at her image on the television set, brings immediately all the feelings she felt just an hour before.
The room seemed very large, mostly because the bed was out of the way. Her Mistress stared right in the eyes, in the same way Patricia looks at the others.
There was nothing else to say, it has all been estabilished before the event, so Patricia started to undress without the Mistress even asking.
She let her briefcase on a seat, then she carefully set her jacket, shirt and blouse, no bra, she always wears no bra, finally she unclipped the garter belt and loose nylons and shoes. On the couch, she now looks at herself on screen, completely nude except for the metal chastity belt, and, as the video goes on, her right hand goes to caress the outer shield of the belt that is encompassing her sex, right now.
The Patricia in the television, instead, did not move toward the chastity belt. The Mistress took a case and opening it, started to take out some items.
First, there was a ring gag, which was she lodged behind Patricia's teeth. Then, she buckled it behind her neck, moving hair aside not to get tangled in the buckle. The ring was big enough to force her mouth open wide.
Then the Mistress took a single glove armbinder. Black, supple kid leather, she grabbed Patricia's arms and she trapped them in the thing, buckling tight the straps that went under the armpits and over the shoulders. Patricia on tv, moaned when she cut the slack off the straps, and began to close the glove, threading a string thru the rings in the leather.
Indeed it closed like a corset, with a string running in a thread of holes. As she started to make it tight, closing the gap, on the couch Patricia feels again the growing pressure with which her arms where crushed together behind her back. She was relentless and did not stop until the two edges of the glove met each other.
Then she closed a padlock on the two last holes, without the key could not be opened.
After that, still looking at Patricia right in the eyes, she took a key from a chain that hang from her neck; kneeling, she pried the chastity belt open.
It was wonderful, to be relieved from the pressure of the damn thing, on the couch Patricia remembers. The Mistress removed the belt and, without making any contact with her now wet pussy, she just breathed on her skin.
Patricia could feel shivers running rampant thru her body, just only feeling her breath on her sensitive labias, too poor a stimulation, but still. Patricia on the television did moan in frustrations, while the one sitting on the couch has to bit her lips not to scream all the anguish, growing in her.
The mistress took out then two ankle cuffs that locked on Patricia's ankles, and finally she picked up a leather hood.
This one had only holes for mouth and nostrils, as she put it on her head, Patricia was plunged in darkness. Unable to talk and unable to see.
In the end, a padlock was closed to keep the hood in place, then Patricia was ordered to kneel on the ground.
On the tv set, she looks at her self going down unsteadly, first with one leg, then the other. Once down, the Mistress produced another padlock with which connected a ring sewn in the tip of the armbinder with both the ankle cuffs.
The Patricia in the room was then stuck and now, the one on the couch watches while the Mistress filled her briefcase with all her clothes, shoes, chastity bell and took everything with her, leaving the room.
Patricia remembers how naked and exposed she felt there, alone, hogtied on the floor of an hotel room. Under the steel of the belt, she can now just imagine how moist is her pussy.
She forces herself not to touch the remote control, she has not too fast forward anything, that is not the point. And, on the couch, she starts to caress her breasts, finger circling the nipples to make them hard as stone. Meanwhile, in the video, she was tugging at her restraints to verify how stringent was her predicament.
And stringent it was, since she could barely move.
In the dark of her bondage, she could feel her horniness rising, she was just wanting to touch what was not permitted to her, but the armbinder made the job of keeping her arms out of the way a very successful enterprise.
After a while the room door opened, and a blond girl entered the area under the camera.
Now it's the first time that Patricia can see her girl.
She was wearing a trenchcoat, reaching her ankles, had some black shoes with heels. Following sounds muffled by the hood, the Patricia on the tv tried to understand what was happening around her, but the girl, that had been instructed not to talk, opened the trench and she was totally naked under that.
She was an amazonian, big breasts, legs full of muscles.
She remembers that while she was struggling to hear anything, suddenly she felt some hands grasping her head and pushing her open mouth towards an already wet pussy. The command had not even to be issued. She had to lick.
