Chapter 1: A Doll, a Damsel, and a Very Angry Pinata
This chapter has my first F/m BDSM scene. Let me know what you think in the comments.
Love,
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"Alright, Eddie. Directorial debut, huh? Your 'actress' needs no introduction here, but why don't you introduce her anyway?"
"Sure, Darius. You all know my lovely little pet, Calico. Five years ago, when I took her home, she was a ragged little stray, desperate to escape. Breaking her was one of the hardest challenges of my life, but it was more than worth the work. I've never known a more loyal, loving, or sexy submissive. So in honor of her fifth anniversary as my little Kitten, I put together a little play about her life."
She stretched out a lean, muscled arm to ruffle Calico's short, black hair. The gregarious pet was feeling unusually shy with all the attention from Mistress and her friends. She pressed her purple corseted chest against Eddie's leg, burying her face in the woman's wrap skirt.
"Anyway, it's a loose dramatization, so we can rework it as needed. There should be roles for everyone, including a certain pair of guest stars all ready for their dramatic debut." she gave Darius a wink.
"Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate it." Darius nodded towards the door to the green room in the corner. "A little extra practice can always help, especially with those two moving onto bigger and better things soon." He smiled, dimples, a strong jaw, and a broad flash of straight, white teeth.
"And finally, our gracious host for the next week," Darius gestured towards the tall, finely-featured man clasping his hands together in excitement, "volunteering to fill out the cast and round up the extras for the third time in a row because he's a masochist,"
"Sadist, my darling."
"So your protégés have told me," Darius rejoined. "Introducing our resident theatrical wizard and casting director, Andrew!"
Andrew raised his meticulously manicured hands up in the air and bowed deeply in a show of theatrical gratitude.
"It's my absolute favorite part of the year, and I love everything about it, Dare! Well, except for all the carrying. Now can I get a hand from the rest of you with unloading?"
The other three stood up, and Darius slapped a friendly hand on Andrew's shoulder. "You need to let me set you up with some wheeled cases, Drew. It makes everything so much easier."
"I know, I know. But really, I just don't know. It just feels safer packing and strapping in by hands. I always worry a catch might fail or something and then... you know. Besides, when you have a lot of cargo, it's hardly the most space-efficient solution."
They paused as Calico skipped ahead, stopping to look back guiltily at her Mistress, worried she'd broken a rule in her excitement. Eddie motioned her along, happy to see her pet so eager to meet new friends.
Calico could lose track of her body when she got excited. With her short, curvy form, squeezed into a tight laced corset, she nearly passed out by the time she got across the auditorium. When the other 3 caught up with her, she was huffing and puffing on all fours in front of once of the specially modified duffel bags, alternately pressing her ear to the hole at the end and batting excitedly at the zipper toggle.
"Alright everyone. I know I don't have to tell you to be careful, but I'm going to anyway. Right now, the building is locked, so no one can get out without a key and the code, but that's it. Once it's out of the duffel, it's your responsibility, okay?"
He looked at Calico, who was nodding excitedly, her mismatched grey and green eyes flicking back and forth between the smallest bag and Andrew.
"Okay, Calico. That one's Janice, and I just know you'll lover her!" Andrew said, playfully swatting her shoulder.
"She must be so tiny!" Kitten said, her eyes wide, as she poked and prodded at the duffel, earning a serious of whimpers and grunts. "And she makes the cutest squeaks when someone's nearby. Like a little doll."
She grabbed the end handle possessively, looking up at Eddie. "Would it help if I carry her back all by myself, Mistress?"
"If you take it slow so you don't get dizzy and drop her, AND-" she raised her voice as Kitten started to walk, "if it's okay with Andrew."
"Sure. Let me just haul her down the ramp," he said, yanking the bag up by the handle around the middle, earning an angry grunt and wriggle from the contents. The others chuckled good-naturedly.
"There you go, cutie. She was very good on the ride over, but it looks like she's getting a little squirmy now."
He leaned in conspiratorially. "Don't worry honey, if you drop her it's her own fault."
Calico smiled and thanked Andrew, but couldn't quite hide the reproving look in her eyes. As if she'd drop her sweet little doll!
"What do you say, Kitten?" Eddie asked.
"Thank you, Uncle Andrew!"
"Of course, my darling," Andrew said, ruffling her hair.
"Darius, would you help me with this one?"
The two stood a large bag on end. It was one of Andrew's more robust containers, used to house larger, stronger, and more aggressive recruits. It was made out of a long piece of wood like a stretcher, with two perpendicular end pieces reinforced with a metal bracket. The whole thing was covered in virtually unbreakable straps, and sewn into a bag. It was over 6 feet from end to end, and the figure currently inside seemed to fill out almost the entire length.
"Darius, I got this one special for you. I saw her at the dance studios — tall, stacked, and with thighs you wouldn't believe — and said to myself, "what a waste of talent, teaching those little brats." I think she's called... Melissa, Amanda, something like that? I just call her Damsel now."
"Thanks Andrew," he said, wheeling over a hand truck. "I can't wait to see her — I already have some great ideas for her new career!"
"Woah, girl!" Andrew shouted as Damsel violently rocked against her straps, almost upsetting the bag. He reached into the end of the bag and fished out the little air tube, pinching off the end, while Darius grabbed several bungee cords from the truck.
"Now Damsel, we've talked about this. It's not safe to squirm around like that. Are you going to behave, or do I have to knock you out and keep you in your case all night?"
It didn't take long for Damsel's struggles to weaken to a barely perceptible trembling.
"That's better. We'll get you unloaded and back on the stage where you belong, Damsel," he said, as Darius finished strapping the bag to the hand truck.
"Oh, one more thing," he said, putting a hand on Darius' shoulder. "Do you think I can oversee your special guests tonight?"
"Sure. They're pretty much fully trained, so don't go too easy on them."
Andrew grinned evilly. "Do I ever?"
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"Need help with anything else?" Eddie asked.
"I've got something special for you," Andrew deadpanned. "Well, something I used to think was special."
He nodded towards a wheeled wagon covered in a tarp. As they approached, they heard a series of muffled, angry, masculine grunts that sounded like gagged curses.
Andrew pulled off the tarp theatrically, revealing a sinewy, muscular man bound into a leather harness, his head completely covered by a hood. His hands were secured behind his back, wrist to forearm, and his legs were doubled over and strapped to his thighs.
Eddie's eyes grew wide. "Is that—"
"Shhh! We don't say that name anymore. Not until he learns some manners."
He reached out, slapping the gagged man's chest and thighs several times, the captive flailing in helpless fury.
