Madame Boulez picked up the French-style telephone on her desk. “Mistress Anne? Will you bring Miss Ming and Lady DeLay to my office, please? Yes, properly prepared.”
It was Sunday afternoon in the House of Madame Boulez. Punishment Day. Discipline had to be maintained over her employees, and it must – it would -- be strictly enforced.
A few moments later, she heard high heels coming up the stairs to her attic office. In through the door came Mistress Anne, the House domatrice. She pushed two girls ahead of her: Ming was a small woman of Asian ancestry, who could be anything from a Tokyo schoolgirl to a submissive geisha. Currently she was wearing a short black silk robe with red dragons on it, stockings and heels. Her long black hair erupted from a topknot and cascaded down her back. Lady DeLay was an older woman who projected elegance and class, even when clad in black bra, garter belt, fishnets and five inch patent heels, as she was now. Both women had their hands tied behind their backs with the velvet ribbons used by Mistress Anne when bringing girls to Madame. Both had anxious looks on their beautiful faces, and why not? They were going to be punished by Madame.
Mistress Anne pushed them -- a little roughly -- into the anteroom, and made them sit on the stools that awaited them. She knelt and efficiently tied their ankles, then assumed a position of parade rest behind and to one side. Madame Boulez continued working a few moments, to increase the anxiety level in the two prisoners. At last, she turned from her desk. Her first words were not what any of them expected.
“Anne? Please put your hands up and come here.” Mistress Anne looked startled for a moment, then raised her hands and walked over to her employer.
“Turn around,” She did as ordered, facing the other two. Even with her hands raised, she projected arrogance. Time to change her attitude.
Madame Boulez pulled her arms down behind her, and tied her black-gloved hands tightly behind her back with the cord she had taken from her desk. She then roped the woman’s torso in an intricate pattern that pinned her arms.
“What is the meaning of this?” she said, not quite able to keep the anger out of her voice.
“Shut Up, Bitch!” Madame snapped back. She picked up a harness gag, pushed the red ball into the domatrice’s mouth, and buckled the elaborate series of straps around her blonde head. Then she pushed the woman over to a soft low chair, lower than the stools the other two bound girls sat on. She tied Anne’s booted ankles and her legs at the knee. The combination of the low, soft seat and the tight bindings prevented the domatrice from doing anything except squirm futilely.
“You first, Anne. You have been Naughty. You have lorded it over the other girls, acting as if you are better than they. You must learn differently. Therefore, you will remain tied up, watching me punish these two – a job I know you wanted.” Anne knew better than to argue with Madame, so she merely lowered her eyes.
“Now, Lady DeLay. You objected to going with one of my customers, saying, I believe, that he was ‘as ugly as a Polish mule’. Vulgar, dear. You will take the clients you are assigned, and you will make them feel as handsome as one of those new young movie stars you moon over.” So saying, Madame forced Lady DeLay to sit on the floor. She proceeded to fasten her nylon clad ankles and knees to a set of spreader bars, so that her legs were held wide open invitingly. She unfastened her black lace bra, loosening it so that her soft breasts and proud nipples were exposed. Then she fastened a blindfold over her lovely lavender eyes.
“Now anyone, no matter how ugly, can do anything they like to you,” commented Madame. Lady DeLay hung her head.
“As for you, Ming, “ she said as she turned to the small oriental girl, “You refused – twice!—to engage in oral pleasuring. I warned you that would have consequences.” The girl’s eyes widened when she saw the thick dildo attached to the gag Madame was holding, and she reflexively clenched her teeth – but Madame would brook no nonsense, and the penis-gag soon resided deep in her mouth, the straps tight around her head. Madame forced her to her knees, tied her ankles to her bound hands, and stood back.
“There. A few hours in these restraints should teach all three of you a good lesson. Now I have work to do.” She looked over her three subjects – the domatrice, tightly tied, the lady, spread and blindfolded, the girl with the training gag– and nodded. She returned to her office.
Madame Boulez knew, of course, that it was only a matter of time. It had not been an oversight on her part that the girls were free to move about, even with difficulty. She was careful not to look, but she could imagine what was happening – Ming would realize that she could maneuver herself over to Lady DeLay. She would twist herself around until she could remove the gag from Ming’s mouth. Then Ming could loosen the knots binding Anne’s wrists with her teeth. Anne would free Ming, then both would release Lady DeLay. Was that the ‘clink! Of a buckle she heard? Then the three of them would tiptoe into her study……
The roped flipped down over her head, yanking her back away from her desk and pinning her to her chair. “What are you doing! Stop! Mfugggh!” as a thick cloth was tied through her mouth. The three girls, giggling, quickly secured Madame to her office chair, tying her hands and arms behind the chair back and anchoring them to the slats, roping her lap into the chair seat, and tying her high-heeled granny boots to the rung. All the time they were doing this, Madame struggled, to no avail.
Finally they stood in front of her on their high heels, three beautiful, scantily clad girls, laughing at the woman who was now tied tightly to her office chair. “Now whose got the upper hand, bitch?” said Mistress Anne, once more in command.
“Yes, dear Madame,” chimed in Lady DeLay, “We’ve had quite enough punishment. We’re going to put on our party dresses and go out.”
“And you can stay right here, Madame,” concluded Ming, “Until somebody comes up here and finds you.” The three strutted out, laughing.
Madame Boulez tested her bindings. They were exquisite – tight, unyielding, but not too uncomfortable. The gag was efficient, too. She tugged at the ropes, enjoying the sensation of being bound. She calculated that it should take a couple of hours for someone to come looking for her. Just enough time. With a sigh that squeezed her breasts within the ropes, she settled back to enjoy her predicament.
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