Rock'a'Sexy
"Is this Abigail Scranton?" the woman on the phone asked.
"Yes," I answered sleepily.
I tried to keep my voice down so I wouldn't wake my pets. The boys were happily laying their heads on my tits, nipples just inches from their mouths. Once they woke they would be suckling waiting for their mistress to play with them.
"This is Carol from the local Temple of Domina."
"How can I help you?"
"You have been selected to perform a task for the Royal Family."
"Very funny."
"Omnis mulier meretur amor servus."
I sat up in bed, now fully awake. My bound pets rolled over groaning. To invoke the sacred oath of Domina would cause you to be excommunicated if discovered to be lying. By Domina, this woman was serious.
"Why me?"
"We've been watching you since you applied for our task force."
"That was years ago. I chose not to pursue it again after you passed."
"Domina waits for you to be ready for her needs before she chooses you. You are very useful for her needs now."
"How's that?"
"Are you familiar with Starsigns?"
Of course, I was. It was impossible not to know the biggest KPOP group on the planet. Three brothers: Saja, the deep one; Suscheonyeo who everyone called Susche in America, the bad boy; and Ge, the sweet one.
"I am."
"Princess Anastasiya is their biggest fan."
Most girls on the planet claimed the same thing but none were the sole heir to an unimaginably wealthy island kingdom and religious empire.
"I don't understand how this connects to me."
"They are currently on tour with American fetish-rock singer BludCherry."
I smiled at the memories of my college roommate and lover. Back then her rocker name was Black Lipstick.
"She has promised to deliver the group to us as a birthday present for the princess. Being a novice, she needs help to pull off such an audacious act. She had requested your help."
I needed to thank her later, I thought sarcastically.
"If you agree to do this you will be named her sponsor. She will live with you for a yearlong apprenticeship."
I smiled wickedly. The thought of her naked body pressed up against mine was very tempting indeed.
"If you should somehow succeed, you will be placed on the Queen's List."
My eyes widened. The Queen's List. Being on the list meant you were fully financed for the rest of your life. As long as you kidnapped one person a month the Temple would cover all your bills and provide you with almost limitless spending money. Being on the list meant you got a home on the Isle of Domina when one became available.
She would be a fool to pass up such a golden opportunity.
"I'm in."
"Excellent. Be at the Burbank Convention Center one week from today."
I arrived at the convention center a jumble of nerves and excitement. Cherry, as she now called herself, told me to meet her out back. When I did, I was not disappointed. She looked as stunning as ever in her little leopard print halter top and shorts. Her long luscious legs I had wrapped around me many college nights were encased in long black rubber high-heeled boots. Her dyed blue hair matched her striking eyes.
"Hey there, Baby girl."
"Abi!"
Cherry jumped up and hugged me tight. This was not a sexual act like I was used to her with her, she seemed like holding me was the only thing keeping her upright.
"What's wrong?"
"It's... it's just the job. It's got me all worked up."
"I see that. Why did you promise such a thing?"
"I didn't have any choice in the matter."
I looked for something to change the subject.
"So, you finally took the plunge, huh?"
She looked confused for a minute.
"You joined Domina."
"Oh yeah. What can I say? All those years of you going on and on about it planted the seed. Recent events just made it clear I was ready."
"Give me the grand tour."
Cherry took my hand and walked me through the backdoor into the busy innerworkings of the backstage world. Men and women ran by with rolling racks of clothing, clipboards, amps, documents and Domina knew what else.
"How did you get this gig?" I asked. "Don't take this the wrong way but you've never exactly been mainstream."
"I know, right?" she laughed.
It sounded a little sad to me.
"A representative for the band contacted me. Turns out one of them is Domina curious. I still don't know which one it was."
Two boys walked out of one of the rooms. I say boys but they were clearly nineteen. These two were clearly twins. Save for their hair. One had no pigment in his hair making it look stark white.
"Hello, Miss Cherry," the dark-haired boy said, blushing.
"Hello, Tuseoggi," Cherry said sweetly, stroking his cheek.
This was the first time since I got here she had a genuine smile on her face.
"Ready for the show?"
His English was flawless.
"You know it."
"Are you part of the act?" the white-haired twin asked me, suspicious.
"No, Yeomso, she's my friend," Cherry told him. "She's here to help me with a problem."
"Nice to meet you. For security purposes I must ask you to wait in her dressing room."
"Oh? Are you going to make me?" I teased.
"I... I..."
"Calm down kid. I'll be glad to hang out in the lap of luxury."
Luxury turned out to be an overestimation on my part. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice room but not KPOP superstar nice.
After the show she sauntered into the room and plopped down into my lap.
"Just like old times," I remarked.
"So, what's the plan?"
"Down to business. Alright."
This was not like her. I reached for the schedule she had stolen for me.
"There is no show tomorrow, right?"
"Right, they spend the last day in each city relaxing at the hotel or out on the town."
"This is where everyone plans to be. First we need to get rid of their security detail."
She held up a box of laxatives from her countertop.
"You're evil."
"No, motivated. Who do we take first?"
That would be the older brother Saja. He was a philosophy major back home. He loved to invite women up to his room and wax philosophical to them. This was my in. Some flirting with the manager allowed me to steal a master key. I let myself into Saja's room and got into position.
Saja came in stroking the little scruff of a goatee that clung to his chin. Cherry said that even in the few weeks she had been traveling with the band she was able to tell he was obsessed with the little thing. He would spend hours on end trimming and brushing it, making it just right. He thought it made him look worldly and knowledgeable, I supposed. His eyes threatened to pop out of his head. And why shouldn't they. They were trying to take me in after all.
I lay spread out on his white couch and white shaggy blanket. I wore nothing but a matching set of flower-patterned bra and panties along with long white trimmed pantyhose. I made sure my breasts were on full display.
"Hello," I said.
He said to say anything intelligible in English or as I suspect Korean.
"My name's Abigail."
"Saja."
"I know that silly, that's why I'm in your room. I hear you're the one responsible for all those deep sayings in your songs."
"Ah yes, those."
He regained his composure, now dealing with a subject he was all too familiar with.
"Life gifted me with these thoughts, so I put them into the songs. When life gives you lemons and all that. But if life is the lemon, then where is the tree?"
He beamed, proud of that one. He wasn't passing any of those philosophy classes, was he?
"This must be chaos for a thinker life yourself."
"Among creatures born into chaos, a majority will imagine an order, a minority will question the order, and the rest will be pronounced insane."
Alright, there was only so much of this bullshit I could take.
"I have a philosophy of my own."
"Oh, you do?"
"It's about the freedom of captives."
"Do go on."
The fact he was clearly humoring me made this so much more delicious.
"I believe the only man on Earth who is truly free is one who has been kidnaped by a woman."
"What makes you say that?"
I sat up and looked at him, pretending to be surprised by his words.
"Because any man who is free is obviously trapped."
"I'm afraid I don't follow."
"Of course not, Saja, you're a prisoner yourself."
"No, I'm not," he said, taken aback.
I slipped up off the couch and began approaching him.
"Can you go wherever you want? Can you see anyone you want? Can you do anything without sending security out first?"
"Well, no..."
I came within inches of him.
"Can you do anything you want? Anything? Without consequence? Or do you have to abide by society's rules and expectations?"
He tried to answer but could not. I wrapped myself around him.
"As a captive you are free. Someone else has responsibility for you. Control over you. As her prisoner you can do whatever you want. You are being held captive, forced to do so at her command. You never be blamed. You are free. You are no longer a member of polite society. You can be who you truly are, deep down."
I kissed him before shoving him to the floor.
"And what you are is horny."
I began ripping his clothes off as if in the throws of passion. Thinking he was getting lucky he let me have at it. That was his undoing. I grabbed ropes from under the bed and lashed him up into a tight hogtie. As he yelled out I shoved a ball-gag in. I then locked a chastity cage over his junk.
"Your penis know belongs to Princess Anastasiya of the Isle of Domina. Once your brothers are kidnapped too we'll ship you to her. Only she can touch your little man now."
He moaned.
"Something else to think about? I hear she likes a bare chin."
He screamed in terror.
I met Cherry in the lobby of the hotel in more 'tasteful' clothing.
"Our philosopher is secure in his room," I told her.
