PROLOGUE
As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment. Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the information needed to achieve her goal.
The tall, but dowdy looking, woman with a mop of unkempt mousy brown hair was dressed in the blue smock of a cleaning lady with a pair of grubby looking, laced, flat heeled shoes on her feet. Her face seemed devoid of any makeup and yet it was actually under quite a heavy coat of cosmetics that projected exactly the look she had tried to achieve.
A closer look at the black rubber gloves on her hands would show that they were much tighter than any ordinary pair of household cleaning gloves. In fact they were so tight, but flexible enough, that they allowed her fingers to work as if she was not wearing anything.
Checking a clock on the desk for the exact time she confirmed the download was almost finished and mentally ran down the final items on her checklist.
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CHAPTER 1 – FISHING
Tati, the short form of the name she was currently using, had been running out of both options and time; nearly two of the six months allocated to the project had gone by with seven of the nine possible candidates struck off her list.
As soon as she had been offered the contract to infiltrate the massive headquarters of Infocom International in order to steal the database of their clients without the theft being detected, she accepted it with ridiculously high compensation for success. However, if the theft was detected within fifteen days of her delivering the list to her client then the final fifty percent of the fee would be forfeited.
Right from the start Tati rejected even looking at the hundreds of daytime staff. The whole building was like a disturbed ant nest from soon after eight in the morning to late afternoon. No, the skeleton night crew was her only option and she was nearly out of prospects.
Of the two left there was an ultimate male computer geek whom she instinctively knew would be a waste of time. That left one, Amy Martin, a mid level manager who spent the night shift organizing reports from the previous day’s activity of the company into a synopsis for upper management. Her server also monitored the company’s worldwide computer system for problems. Any glitches that did occur she would refer down a couple of floors to the geek for him to look after and repair. The positive was that Amy had her own office and worked alone but, on the negative side, her office was on the tenth floor and there were two security guards in the foyer all night.
Tati was a very competent industrial espionage expert, trained in East Germany. She had made her way to the United States when that regime fell but kept some crucial contacts allowing her to make a very good living doing what she knew best.
The facts that she spoke accent free English, was an expert in martial arts, an extremely intelligent and beautiful thirty-four year old woman would, hopefully, help her to complete this contract as it had several others. At this point she wondered if the fact she was a lesbian might also be a plus.
Amy, at twenty-four, was young to be a manager but her work ethic, loyalty and the fact that she was willing to work nights had propelled her up the ranks since she joined the company immediately after graduating from college. Petite would be the best description but her 5’ 4” frame had curves in all the right places and was topped by a pretty, heart shaped, face.
Tati had been following Amy for several days and was getting a lot of conflicting thoughts about the girl. Although she had her own car Amy didn’t use it except to do her grocery shopping or the occasional weekend outing. The rest of the time it sat in the underground parking space that came with the apartment. Tati had taken a quick look at the car noting the Infocom security and parking pass in a holder on the inside of the windshield.
Amy seemed to prefer the public transit for getting to and from her office and walking the rest of the time. When she left her apartment for the 10 pm to 5 am night shift her clothes were comfortable but dressy enough for the office; usually a pant suit and ankle boots with a knee length tweed coat against the late fall evening temperatures, all perfectly normal. But, when she went out in the afternoons, after sleeping until around 2 pm, things were not quite so sedate.
Only someone studying her would notice because it was subtle unless you could put two and two together; Tati was very good at doing that. The first day of the agents’ surveillance the heels on Amy’s leather boots were higher, a leather skirt just brushed the knees and the matching fitted jacket was tightly belted around her slim waist. The second day the only difference was leather slacks instead of a skirt.
On the third day, Tati had watched Amy head out for her early dinner in the same boots but a full-length belted and hooded leather coat that the cool wind made seem a sensible choice. All of Tatianna’s instincts thought otherwise. Most women dressed in that much leather tended to stride along exuding confidence while Amy seemed to somehow huddle inside the sleek fabric she wore as if fearing some type of retribution for wearing it.
Some definitive action was needed in order to figure out where this girl was coming from. The next evening Tati watched Amy leave for work and, after waiting for thirty minutes, easily gained access to her apartment. It took her only moments to start searching through Amy’s computer files. She might be a computer expert but, like most of them in Tati’s experience, she had used a password that took just a couple of tries to crack. It was her last name spelt backwards – “nitram”!
Moments later she was sorting through the “Files” and, after working out another password (birth date, month and year also backwards), opened a huge folder to reveal a diary. It went back years and bared the soul of an oh so lonely and confused young lady.
Tati took just enough time to determine she had hit a goldmine of information before using her own expertise to bundle the diary, send a copy to her own computer and then create a well hidden backdoor to let her access Amy’s files anytime she wanted.
Back at the suburban house she had rented on a monthly basis when she took the contract, Tati settled down to find out what made Amy tick and it didn’t take long.
The girl was, quite simply, very confused and scared to do anything about it. Since her mid-teens her mind had been bombarded with what she considered, and recorded in her diary, as strange urges and sexual fantasies. Even now she was unwilling to give free rein to her feelings or trust anyone with her dreams and needs. She was a submissive, plain and simple, but she didn’t know how to find a companion who would understand her needs or wants and who she could confide in and, most importantly, trust. So, unsure and fearful, she hid her inner most thoughts from everything but her diary.
The Internet had opened up a whole world of information to the poor confused girl but she couldn’t bring herself to believe there was a safe way of using what she found. She frequented leather and bondage sites looking at the pictures and reading the stories while picturing herself in the scenes. This got her aroused enough to find some relief as she relived them vicariously in bed several times a week.
And now, for the last six months, she had taken the ridiculous, to Tati, course of trying to pretend she was a Domme hoping that she might attract another one she could learn to trust before revealing her true feelings. God, in a city this size here had to be at least a half dozen clubs she could have gone to without fear and then there were Internet chat groups.
Tati closed the diary and laughed out loud. Everything seemed so simple now and it was easy to plan an attack that would not require the entire four months left before she defaulted the contract. She had to gain the confidence of the girl to the point where she could gradually pump her for information. That knowledge would allow her to plan the final assault on the Infocom headquarters and complete her assignment.
CHAPTER 2 –SETTING THE HOOK!
She sat in her car and watched Amy leave her apartment building the next afternoon noting that she was back to the leather jacket and skirt then grinned to herself that her own choice of clothes had been dead on. Tati hurried to get to the restaurant ahead of Amy; since she was driving while her target was walking, it was no contest.
By the time Amy arrived Tati was seated and apparently studying the menu. In fact she had judged her time perfectly and, as Amy was ushered past her table, she stood revealing the tight leather skirt and matching waistcoat over her white blouse; her leather coat was draped over the back of her chair. She made her way to the washroom, spent five minutes checking her makeup and returned to her table seeing, from the corner of her eye, that Amy was following her every move.
This was not a fancy eating place but the food was well cooked and reasonably priced which, Tati decided, was why Amy frequented it. The girl obviously was spending quite a lot of money on clothes so, even though she made a reasonable salary, still watched her expenses. With the night shift screwing up the body’s timing it was easy to understand the girl eating lightly at home before going to bed and then coming out for a more substantial dinner.
After finishing her meal Tati made a production of standing, pulling on her coat and then finishing with a sharp tug on the belt to cinch it tightly around her waist before she left.
The hook was set, now all she had to do was reel in the catch!
A few hours later, when the girl was at work, she accessed Amy’s computer from her own to scan the girl’s latest diary entry. It was hard to contain her delight as she read Amy’s description of seeing her and being so struck with the way she had carried herself.
Tati slept well knowing there was every possibility that she could now complete her assignment and, maybe, get herself a new playmate in the process.
Not one to rush things, Tatianna waited two days before she orchestrated the next installment of her plan. Again she watched from her car as Amy entered the place for her dinner and then, in high heeled boots, leather skirt and matching jacket she entered the restaurant waving off the server as she walked directly to where Amy sat.
“May I join you?”
She read Amy so easily as she tried to present herself as a Domme knowing that any self-respecting real Domme would place her as a submissive almost instantly.
“Why not?”
“Thank you, I’ve seen you in here before and was admiring the leather you wear. I’ve only been in town for a little while and since I also love wearing it I was hoping you might tell me where you shop.”
After that opening they chatted through the meal until Tati asked if she could see Amy’s closet to give her an idea of what she might like to buy from the same retailer.
Amy seemed a little reluctant but finally it was agreed that they would meet at her place the next day when she didn’t have to work. Naturally, Tati asked for the address as if she hadn’t any idea where her target lived. They parted after the meal, one to contemplate whether she finally might have found someone to trust and confide in, and the other to gloat at the success of her plan’s first phase.
Completely satisfied with the way things were going the agent went home and waited a couple of hours before again getting in to Amy’s diary again. The latest entry was full of their meeting, of Amy wondering whether the lady she met could be trusted, had she believed that she was a Domme, was she also a Domme or just a lady who loved leather? How should she tell her new acquaintance of her real feelings? Amy was confused, scared and worried she had made a mistake while at the same time hoping against hope that Tati might finally be the one she was looking for.
Tati sipped her drink and whispered to the computer screen “Come to Mistress baby!”
CHAPTER 3 – REELING IN!
At the agreed upon time Tati arrived on Amy’s doorstep; she had dressed down for this first meeting. Low heeled ankle boots; tight jeans and a big bulky knit sweater under her leather jacket gave her a very unthreatening look. Amy seemed to have the same idea and was wearing slacks with an almost old fashioned woolen twin set.
After somewhat reserved greetings and several minutes of small talk over tea and biscuits Tati decided to move things along and asked to see Amy’s collection of leatherwear. Amy led the way through to her bedroom and opened the doors to her closet.
“Some of it is here and the rest is in the hall closet where I keep my coats.”
Tati immediately saw that she had already seen Amy wearing most of the items hanging in the closet so she started to close her trap.
“Where’s your equipment?” She asked turning to her startled looking hostess.
“Wha’, er, what do you mean.” The girl stumbled over her words.
Stifling a laugh Tati put a frown on her face. “You project yourself as a Domme”, she lied, “and every Domme has to have a stash of equipment to use in their scenes, where’s yours?”
Tati moved to stand directly in front of Amy and stared into her eyes. When there was no answer she gripped the now visibly cowed girl by the chin and pushed her advantage.
“You’re not a Domme are you? You’re a passive little submissive and you don’t know how to move on to the next step so you can start enjoying a trusting relationship. Am I right little one - am I?”
Tears started down Amy’s cheeks and she nodded as much as the hand holding her chin allowed.
Trust was the last thing on Tati’s agenda but she had to sell it to this pathetic novice and she did that with a stream of sweet, encouraging bullshit and a wicked smile on her face.
“Everyone in the scene has to start somewhere Amy. They don’t usually wait until they are your age before getting involved. What are you so scared of, why did you wait? Do you think that your feelings are unnatural? Are you worried that people will laugh at you?”
Remembering that she was not supposed to know what Amy did for a living Tati pointed to the computer on a desk at the side of the living room.
“Have you been on the Internet? Did you find places where people were doing what you are aching to do?”
When the girl nodded Tati continued her attack.
“How many thousands, or hundreds of thousands, of participants do you think it takes to support those sites? So you see little one there is no way you are alone or even close to it. If there was a way of checking into their lives I bet at least a quarter of the people in this building has some sort of kink.”
“They don’t advertise in their everyday life what might be going on in their brain or behind closed doors. The guy on the top floor could be a cross dresser with a closet full of women’s clothes while the lady across the hall could like wearing rubber panties. A kink is a kink Amy and is something to be handled carefully but none-the-less enjoyed to the fullest.”
“Amy, I am a dominatrix and a very good one so I’m going to prove something to you right now.”
With one quick, expertly judged, twist Tati had Amy’s right wrist up between her shoulder blades in a hammerlock. Pulling a ball gag from her sweater pocket with her other hand she applied a little extra pressure to the surprised girl’s arm. As the startled girl opened her mouth to scream the ball gag slipped easily between her teeth muffling any sound.
Another moment and Amy found herself face down on the floor with Tati straddling her back. Pulling her handbag off the chair where she had left it Amy’s attacker pulled out a length of cord and quickly secured her wrists together behind her back. That done Tati buckled the strap of the ball gag around Amy’s head and then swung around with another piece of cord and captured the ankles.
The whole process took the martial arts expert less than a minute and then she easily lifted the now helpless girl to set her back down on the chesterfield.
Settling down beside Amy the Domme put an arm around the shoulders of the trembling girl.
“Now I am completely in control of you and you are going to answer some questions. They can all be answered with a nod or shake of your head so let’s get started.”
Tati pulled a tissue from a box sitting on one of the end tables and used it to wipe the tears from Amy’s cheeks.
“There is no need to cry little one just listen to me.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Amy stared at her for a moment then slowly shook her head.
“When was the last time you dated? This year? Last year? Two years ago?
The girl’s head nodded.
“Good God, you poor thing. Wait a minute. Are you a virgin?”
“No. Who was it, a high school sweetheart? No. A college affair? Yes. Well now let me guess – a one-night stand after a few drinks?”
At the nod of the gagged girl’s head she continued, ”I thought so now let me make another guess you didn’t enjoy the experience. Am I right?”
Another nod.
“ Now we are getting somewhere.”
Thinking for a minute or so Tatianna studied the bound girl then she moved the cardigan top back off Amy’s shoulders before reaching down to loosen the belt around her waist and slowly pull out the matching light sweater tucked into the slacks.
Never taking her eyes off Amy’s face she slid her hands up under the sweater then behind the girl’s back to release the hook and eye fastening on her bra. Gently moving her right hand back in front to cup one of the now available breasts she put her left arm around the shaking girl’s shoulders and pulled her close.
“Tell me Amy, when you dream at night, is it about another woman instead of an insensitive male clod sharing your bed?”
Tati gently rolled a very erect nipple between her fingers while she waited for the answer she already knew was coming. The tear streaked face looked up and nodded.
There was a side zip on the slacks that Tati gently tugged at until it parted. This allowed her to slide her fingers down to push aside the cotton panties and find Amy’s little knob.
With exquisitely judged movements of her fingertips she soon had the tears stopped and groans coming passed the ball gag as Amy’s body stiffened and her head was thrown back against the top of the chesterfield.
Tati moved her left hand down from around Amy’s shoulders to pinch a throbbing nipple then slid her right forefinger in the girl’s soaking wet vagina.
Another groan and then a whimper squeezed out of the gagged mouth before the petite body collapsed against Tati with her breath whistling in and out of her nose.
Without Amy seeming to realize it Tati unbuckled the gag strap and eased the ball from her mouth. A quick pull on the cord around her wrists loosened the slipknot and allowed her hands to be pulled around the front to rest in her lap. Gradually her breathing slowed then her head settled on Tati’s shoulder and her whole body relaxed.
Reaching down Tati tugged at the knot on the cord binding Amy’s ankles then settled back to wait for the girl to partially recover her senses.
“I had you completely at my mercy but I gave you pleasure instead of abuse Amy. That is trust and that is what you have to learn to expect from a partner who understands you. And, the sensations I just aroused in you, that is what you have been missing all these years.”
“Here is my telephone number. If you enjoyed that and would like to explore where things could go for you or if you would like to see what could develop between us just call me. I never, ever, take advantage of a submissive without their agreement so the next move is yours.”
Well that was more bullshit but Tati gathered up the gag and cords and left the limp form still gasping on the chesterfield as she picked up her jacket and purse then pulled the front door closed behind her. She felt a little childish when, on the drive home, she noticed that she had her fingers crossed.
18.11.09
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story continues in Tatianna's Task! Part 2
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