"Why am I tied up?" Miranda asked, struggling a little. The cuffs were snug, but she wasn't uncomfortable. Looking up, she saw that thick chains connected them, and they were looped over a bar above that led somewhere behind her.
"Don't panic. I won't hurt you. The kind of work you'll be doing requires that you are restrained sometimes. More importantly, this part of your initiation is focused on surrendering."
"That wasn't in the paperwork," Miranda said, struggling a little more than looking into the Mistress's dark eyes. They matched her black, luxurious hair. She seemed young to be one of the masters of the school.
"Test your bonds," she said, cupping her student's cheek with care. "Learn their limits and pay attention to how the soft but strong leather holds your wrists."
It seemed like it was a game to Mistress Abby. The leather creaked as Miranda strained to pull free of the cuffs. They may have felt pliable, they were even padded, but there was no way she would get free. "What kind of lesson would I need to be tied up for?" she asked, looking into Abby's eyes.
The Mistress began to pry at the top button of her blouse. "This one. I already like you. I can sense your appetite and how you inspired a magnificent longing in your father."
"Stepfather," Miranda corrected.
"He wants you. His lust was almost enough to make me blush as I watched him leave your room. The connection you started to make with Betty was impressive as well. She so badly wants a friend to feel close to, and you gave her a chance. You're beautiful but not cold or closed. That makes you so interesting to me." She finished unbuttoning Miranda's blouse and drew it open, revealing her large breasts.
Miranda gasped. This was exciting, she could count the number of people who had seen her topless on one hand. Being bared by a beautiful, mysterious Mistress who was staring, a little smile playing at her full lips, was thrilling despite and partially because she didn't know what was coming next. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You read the contract, didn't you?" Abby asked as she ran her fingers up Miranda's stomach, between her breasts, then to her cheek with a feather soft touch that made her shiver. "Yes, um, I mean no. I skimmed it."
"Come here, Abby," The voice of Hell said softly.
"One moment," the Mistress said, walking past Miranda into the darkness that surrounded her.
"You will have to explain your limits for her," Hell said.
"Yes, Priestess," Abby replied.
"This experience isn't meant to terrify, but to demonstrate that - while her duties will require that she is restrained at times - that there are rewards for trust." The next thing Hell said was whispered, but Miranda strained and overheard it. "The results of her questionnaire made it clear that this would be enjoyable, so make certain that it is so. Don't get carried away, but guide her through this experience so her spirit is lighter when it is over. Remember what it was like when you were brought to me five years ago, and how you felt when it was over."
"I'd shed a burden and felt my sexuality wasn't a curse," Abby replied. "Thank you, Priestess. I know what to do now."
The clicking of heels on the polished stone floor announced the impending return of Mistress Abby. When she came into view, her robe was open revealing her form in a bra, thong, garters and stockings. She was beautiful, and Miranda wasn't afraid to look, especially when Abby simply smiled at her attention. Then she said; "The contract you signed gave us full rights to your body for the next five years in exchange for a full scholarship here. That sounds more frightening than it is."
Miranda nodded as her jaw dropped, thinking about several of the uncomfortable tasks that the Serine the Succubus had to complete for different masters. It sounds terrifying! I can think of a dozen things in her book that I don't want any part of! She thought.
"That service requires your trust. If you read the contract, you'll find that Hell, our High Priestess, must also sign it, promising that no serious harm will come to you. There will be no drawing of blood, torture, or prolonged humilliation. In fact, this entire school will protect you from such things. I found my service challenging but rewarding in the end. That's why I stayed and became one of the Mistresses here. I also like women as much and sometimes more than I enjoy men, so the High Priestess wanted to match me with someone who has the same predilections. From your questionnaire, we came to understand that you're attracted to women. Now that you're in my hands, do you still feel that way?"
It was an odd time to feel shy; with her breasts bare, in front of a gorgeous Mistress who was probably only five or six years older than she was. Miranda managed to nod and whisper; "I think you're beautiful, Mistress."
"We're going to continue your interview and move on to your initiation, is that all right now that you know no harm will come to you?"
"What's going to happen?"
"I can only show you. Do you trust me? Can I touch you?"
Yes, and yes! A voice in Miranda's head cried, but the sentiment came out more uncertainly; "Yes."
Mistress Abby stepped towards her, coming almost nose to nose then traced her finger under one of Miranda's breasts. "You are magnificent. It took me a few tries to get my breasts to hold a shape half as lovely. You can preserve yours for a long time, and no bra?"
"I was hot," Miranda replied, watching Abby's hand as she cupped a breast then traced the pink point. The attention made her tingle, and her nipples hardened.
