Deanna the Dominant

by Kayla Kelly

 

Deanna began to take me out into the surrounding lesbian/ gay community, mostly to bondage fetish parties. Ballet costumed, heavily restrained and gagged, unable to alert anyone I was being held aginst my will. Nothing like a big mouth filling ball gag locked on your head to keep you from conversing. Naturally people thought I wanted to be tied and exhibited by Deanna, who did not discourage this notion, me futilely " ummmphing " while she effortlessly flung me over her shoulder. At one event, a hotel, even the security guard chuckled as I was stuffed into the small trunk of her car. In the cramped, stuffy darkness, the ropes and belts cutting into me as I was transported to a private party as " entertainment. " Deanna was pulling in a nice income exhibiting me, but the biggest deal was yet to come

Christina Kayle, heiress, was a wealthy devotee of the scene and a financial patron of the more exclusive and intimate gatherings. Tall, raven haired, pale. She enjoyed Deanna's presentations of me at various fetish parties around town. I had noticed her in the background fringes, taking great interest in my bondage scenarios. It was at the end of one of these sessions, people drifting away, she approached my Mistress, who was double checking my bindings for our departure. " Deanna, I am a great admirer of your work, especially impressive is the stringency. It is exquisite. " Deanna clamped her hand over my tape gagged mouth, " Kelly is very compliant, she really loves it. " My eyes widening over the firm hand, unable to utter a sound as Christina chuckled " I'll bet. " It was well into the morning hours. We were the only ones left in the small conference room of the hotel. Lying on my side on a metal folding table.I was clad in a black long sleeved turtleneck leotard, black footed tights and snug black ballet slippers. Arms encased behind in a locked, black, soft, thin latex armbinder. A heavy, black leather legbinder cinched my waist to ankles. Trying to struggle, Deanna fitted my ears with silicone plugs. Christina held my head off the table as Deanna began to tightly wrap my head with white medical guaze. A last glimpse before my eyes were covered was Christina, positively beaming at my helplessness to these two strong females.

  

  

  

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