Anna crawled over the railing of her balcony, more than twenty stories above the streets of the City. She flipped her hips over the railing, landing lightly on her feet, without a sound, like she had hundreds of times in the past.
She slid open the glass door as quietly as she could, and padded her way across the carpeting of her high rise apartment. It was late, she'd seen Deacon to his apartment and wished him the best of luck. Afterwards, she'd walked the streets of Grimm Town for a couple hours more, looking to see if there was any more trouble.
But there hadn't been.
Anna slipped silently across her living room, only the moon casting any light inside. She made her way to the kitchen, and poured herself a quick glass of wine. She drank it down in a couple of long gulps, taking the edge off the night's excitement, ready to slip silently back into a warm bed next to Heather.
She checked to see if there were enough eggs to make Heather a nice omelet for the morning's breakfast.
Satisfied that there were, Anna rinsed out her wine glass and left it in the sink. She slipped out of the kitchen and through the dark of her living room, heading to get a few hours' sleep.
A light clicked on.
Anna froze, and looked across her living room. It was Heather, sitting under a single bulb.
Heather looked angry.
"Where were you," Heather said, coldly. "Where did you go?"
"I..." Anna stammered. "I went out."
"You went out."
"I'm sorry, Heather, I just wanted some fresh air, I've been cooped up so long!"
"You jump over the balcony to get some fresh air? From twenty odd stories up, you just jump off the balcony, and climb your little ass back
up
when you want 'fresh air'? Even when I told you,
explicitly,
that you aren't to leave this apartment without my express permission?"
Anna looked down. She felt cold in her panties and t-shirt all of a sudden, colder in Heather's glare than she had felt all night on the streets of Grimm Town.
Heather stood up from the chair, and walked across the carpet over to Anna. She put her hands on either hip, and stood in front of Anna, glaring. Anna felt small, scared of the trouble she was in with Heather. Anna could not raise her eyes to meet those of the woman she referred to as Mistress.
"I'm sorry," Anna whispered.
"How can you do that?" Heather asked, mystified. "How can you go down the building like that? What kind of person
are
you?"
Anna held her head down. She didn't know how to answer. What was she going to say? I used to put on a skin tight black outfit and a mask and glide down into the City every night to stop crime? So much so that I gave up every other part of my life, and now I miss the only thing that gave me any kind of focus?
Heather shook her head.
"You aren't going to tell me?"
Anna just shook her head.
"I can't."
"Oh, you
can
, Anna," Heather said. "You'll tell me. Give me your hand."
Anna looked up, with pleading eyes.
"Give me your
hand."
Anna offered up a limp hand. Heather pulled a metallic object from the pocket of Anna's bathrobe, and slipped it over Anna's wrist. She closed it with a click.
Handcuffs.
Anna opened her mouth, about to say something, but her words disappeared as Heather pulled Anna roughly by the loose other end of the handcuffs. The metal dug into Anna's wrist painfully as Heather dragged her coldly towards the bedroom.
Heather shoved the door open with her foot, and dragged Anna inside. Heather pointed to one of the tall corner bedposts that went almost as high as the ceiling.
Anna's eyes were wide, and beseeched Heather silently, but she obeyed the unspoken command and wrapped her arms around the bedpost.
Heather put the other handcuff to Anna's other wrist, and with a click, Anna was helplessly cuffed to the bedpost.
"Please, Heather," Anna whispered, knowing that begging was a mistake even as she did so. Heather grabbed Anna's panties, and tore them roughly off the helpless woman.
Heather pressed the torn panties to Anna's mouth.
"Open your mouth," she demanded. Anna hesitated. Please, Heather, she wanted to say, some small part of Anna wanting to explain, beg, tell Heather that this was all a mistake.
But there was much more part of Anna that demanded that she obey, submit, that reminded Anna how
good
it felt to be a slave to Heather. How much Anna needed to be under Heather's control.
She opened her mouth to her Mistress.
Heather roughly shoved the panties inside Anna's mouth, and then pulled a handful of Anna's hair taut, hurting Anna.
Heather put her lips to Anna's ear.
"That's better," she said to Anna. "You think you aren't going to tell me your secret. You think that you will be able to resist."
Heather slipped a hand between Anna's legs, and rubbed the bound woman's pussy. Anna was already open and wet, her Mistress' touch inflamed her, her helplessness consumed her. She needed to be punished by her Mistress, hurt by her Mistress.
Anna didn't understand entirely where this submission had come from. But she couldn't resist being used, and controlled by this woman.
She bent over at the hips slightly, giving the woman dominating her better access to her slavecunt.
"That feels good, doesn't it, babygirl," Heather whispered. "You can't say no to me using you. Do you know that? I know that. I've known it ever since he told me that. Ever since I saw the desire in your eyes for myself the first time I dominated you."
Heather kept stroking her hands over Anna's clitoris. Anna's knees felt weak- she felt like she might cum, might collapse in her pleasure.
"Don't you cum, babygirl," Heather licked Anna's ear. "You don't cum until I tell you to cum. You understand me?"
Anna's eyes opened up wide.
"Yes. You understand me. You know that I have complete control over you cumming. Total control over your little slavecunt. If I tell you to? You'll explode under my fingers and beg me for more, right now, at just a word. Deep down inside, you know that, you know I have that much control over you and your little slave
pussy.
But if I say you can't?"
