Sabina

 

 

SABINA

Chapter 1 – The Domme!

By

Anne Gray

 

The bright red polish on my nails was easily visible through the tight, clear latex covering my fingers.  Moisture on the tips of the glove glistened in the flickering firelight as I slowly lowered my hand again to continue its feathery light touches along the pouting lips of her vagina.

 

The sound of whimpering escaped passed the gag packed between her teeth and covered by the wide leather head strap.  With my left hand I gently rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger watching carefully as her body started to tense up – then I stopped, removed both hands and sat back.

 

The whimpering changed to snorts of frustration through the nose holes in the leather helmet laced over her head!

 

For the next half an hour I slipped chilled white wine as I played Sabina like a violin; never once letting her go over the edge to get sweet relief.

 

The petite, but beautifully proportioned, form was stretched on her back across a padded bench that was high enough, on its wheeled legs, to allow me to sit comfortably in my armchair and position it over my lap.  I pushed the bench away and stood to my full 5’10” in the stiletto heeled knee boots, smoothing the creases from the leather skirt as I studied the bound girl. 

 

What bare skin was showing shone with perspiration and it wasn’t caused by heat from the fire.  I slid a leather cushion under her thighs.

 

“Time for the next step little one,” I murmured as I reached for the butt plug waiting on a side table. 

 

 

 

 

 

Her tightly puckered rosebud had no defense against the latex covered finger I used to spread a nice big dollop of lubricating cream.  Resting the smooth knob at her rear access I slowly pushed, while gently twisting the hard rubber toy, until it started to disappear.  Her resistance was minimal and overcome with a quick push to get it passed the sphincter then the rest slid in easily until the base flange came to rest against her skin.

 

I wiped off the excess cream and then removed the latex glove from my right hand and allowed my nails to gently trace a path up and down the inside of her thighs.  With her ankles locked wide apart to the legs of the bench and neat straps around each knee she was so completely accessible and I reveled in her helplessness.

 

We had met through the Internet both being members, along with three or four hundred others, of a group with a common interest in bondage.  I was a writer of bondage fiction and she wrote too.  The difference was that I was a leather Domme while the little one stretched out under my hands, was very much a submissive. 

 

Apart from the group we exchanged personal e-mails and it became apparent, over the next few weeks, that there was a chemistry between us when she started addressing me as “Mistress”.  Now the question had to be answered, as it probably had thousands of times, was it wise to meet.  If the answer was yes then it had to be done in such a way that each of us had the opportunity to protect our identity until the “trust factor” was satisfied.

 

So it happened that yesterday she had flown to my city booking into one of the dozens of hotels available without me knowing which it was.  Safe in this anonymity at 10am she had taken a taxi to one of our largest covered shopping malls where I waited at a small table in the food court.

 

We both knew what the other would be wearing so I had no trouble spotting her as she came down the mall.   God, I thought, she’s tiny, less than 5’ I would guess, but cute and pert in a black leather wrap coat; I did notice that the heeled boots had about 1 ½ “ platform soles.  I stood to allow her to catch sight of my dark green leather trench coat and then settled back in my chair as she approached.

 

Her raven black hair cascaded nearly to the middle of her back from under the white woolen toque and her blue eyes studied me closely; she might be a sub’ but she certainly wasn’t stupid.  There were several dozen people milling around the food court, which was why I had picked it.  After just a momentary hesitation she sat in the seat across from me at the table for two.

 

 

 

“Well hi, you made it, are you OK?”

 

“Yes” she whispered “Mistress”.

 

“I think until we sort things out and while we’re in public you should just call me Anne.  Is that clear?”  As I spoke I had lifted the scarf from around my throat to give her a glimpse of the black leather under my coat.  Then I tucked it back in place and asked how she liked her coffee.

 

Returning to the table with the two cups I handed her one and we fiddled with them then sipped as we looked at each other.  Gradually the tension eased and we talked for over an hour and two more coffees.

 

The first thing I did, as agreed, was to hand her cash that covered half of her hotel and flight costs.  Whether this worked out or not at least nobody was going to be out of pocket more than the other.

 

We finally were comfortable enough with each other to wander down the mall to a restaurant for lunch, spending another couple of hours chatting about everything except that topic which was most on our minds.

 

“Are you feeling that you can trust me enough to get in my car and come home with me?”  Those blue eyes seemed to bury themselves in my skull but then she nodded, smiled and said, “Yes please!”

 

Once we were in my car and before I even started it I opened the glove compartment and handed her a pair of handcuffs.

 

“Fasten one around your left wrist and then just hold the other one.  It’s a fifteen minute drive to my home and I will tell you five minutes before we get there.  If you want to come in and see what develops then you will snap the other cuff around your right wrist.  If that doesn’t happen then I will drive you to the nearest place you can hail a taxi because the “trust factor” will not have happened.”

 

She was very quiet, fiddling with the other cuff until I told her we were five minutes away.  I could feel the gaze of those blue eyes on me but just watched my driving and then I heard the snap of the other cuff.

 

“I will abuse you but I will not abuse your trust Sabina; do you believe that?”

 

”Yes Mistress”

 

“Good, then let the fun begin!”

 

 

 

As we walked in from the garage I pointed to a small sitting room, “Leave your coat in there and there is a washroom you can use, then meet me in the living room down the hall.”  She didn’t say a word but held up her arms with the handcuffs around each wrist and raised an eyebrow.

 

“Those cuffs don’t lock my pet; that was part of the trust factor, don’t be long.”

 

By the time I had hung up my own coat and set a match to the waiting fire logs, the fire was for mood since the house was centrally heated, she was standing in the doorway wearing the heavy white knit turtle neck sweater that had been visible under her coat, a pair of black slacks and her boots.  The toque was also gone allowing her jet black hair to frame her face before it flowed forwards over her shoulders.

 

“Come in and get comfortable Sabina” I said pointing to the leather couch near the fireplace, “would you like a glass of wine?”

 

It was a rather nervous “Yes please Mistress.” as she moved over to sit down.

 

I handed her a glass and then sat beside her.

 

“I said I would abuse you and I will use you but I will not knowingly harm or hurt you, so relax, enjoy the wine and then we will move ahead.”

 

The wine finished I told her to pick up a set of wrist cuffs from the side table and hand them to me.  With no hesitation she did as I asked then turned her back to me, putting her hands behind her.

 

I fastened the cuffs securely and the scene was on!

 

Now the leather Domme took over and in just moments I had her kneeling on the floor in front of the couch as I worked the soft rubber gag between her teeth.  A piece of tape covered her lips and then I took hold of those raven tresses and worked them into a single braid that started at the crown of her head.

 

Opening a drawer in the side table made available a leather blindfold that was padded with soft, absorbent sponge, two moulded earplugs and a kid leather discipline helmet.

 

Another ten minutes and I had a blind, deaf, gagged sub’ kneeling quietly as I laced the helmet down the back after feeding the hair braid through a gap at the top.  Undressing her after that was easy, especially since there was no resistance and now the sub’ was naked from the neck down.

 

 

 

I worked bondage mitts over her hands, after forming them into very small fists, then used the metal rings embedded in the mitts to fold her arms behind her back and tie them to their opposite bicep with soft ¼” cotton cord.  A leather arm bag slid up over her elbows and straps across each shoulder held it in place.

 

From the next room I wheeled in the bench and guided her to lie back on it.  Ankles secured to the legs, straps tightened around each knee, then the end of the hair braid fastened down to the brace between the legs at the other end.  That held her leather covered head firmly, but I judged comfortably, against the padding covering the bench.

 

All that was left was another strap across her waist and my violin was ready to play.

 

Once the butt plug was in place I reached for the dildo; seven inches of pebbled rubber.  No lubrication was needed as it slid into its nest.

 

Running an extension cord to my armchair I sat down and pulled the bench over my lap.  I plugged in the two massage units then slid my palms through the wide elastic straps so that they rested firmly on the back of each hand.

 

At full power they were designed for deep muscle therapy but at a medium setting they turned my fingers into ten vibrating spider legs that I allowed to roam gently over the body stretched so tautly before me.

 

From the B cup breasts with their erect nipples to the inside of her thighs my fingers danced until I judged the moment was near.  Then I clamped my right hand over the bases of the butt plug and dildo allowing my vibrating thumb to rest against her most sensitive nub that was peaking from its hiding place.

 

A half a dozen heartbeats was all it took before a shudder started at her shoulders and ran the length of her body as it arched against its bonds before relaxing yet again.

 

Twice more I allowed Sabina to build to a climax and then took her over the top.

 

Turning off the vibrators I pushed the bench away and went into my bedroom to change.  What I did was get completely naked except for a long satin robe I belted around my waist and two straps with D rings around my upper thighs. 

 

I swear the little minx had fallen asleep by the way her body jerked at my first touch as I released her from the bench, changing the ankle bonds for a stretcher bar, but leaving her arms locked inside the leather pouch.  When she was positioned, kneeling, in front of my chair I fitted a nice tight crotch strap then started unlacing the helmet.

 

After the helmet and gag strap I pulled off the blindfold and dug out the earplugs. Getting a fingernail under the surgical tape across her mouth I gently peeled that away to get a hold of the gag.  While she worked her jaw I wiped her face with a soft cloth then pulled her forwards so I could reach over and undo the braid.

 

Neither of us spoke as I rearranged her hair in two braids, one over each ear.  I twisted them around a couple of large gold rings.  Tying cords to the braid rings I opened the sash of my gown and fed the ends through the D rings at my thighs.

 

I held a glass of wine to her lips.

 

“You’ve had your fun little one, now it’s my turn.”

 

“Mistress may I speak?”

 

I lifted her chin so she could see my nod.

 

“I knew this evening I would either be here with you or on the way home so, this morning, I checked out of the hotel and left my suitcase with the bell captain.  Will you call them, the number is in my coat pocket, and ask them to send it here in a taxi?”

 

“All in good time Kitten, first things first!”

 

With that I pulled on the cords forcing her head down and tied them off.

 

“Get to work.”