Deanna the Dominant

by Kayla Kelly

 

I, Kayla Kelly, had been 'sold' to Christina Kayle! Deanna laughed as she contemplated delivery to my new owner. We were in a cheap motel room, a low end neighborhood to make my disappearance more complete. Lying on a tattered bed in the ill lit, cramped, windowless room. Deanna had me tightly rope bound hand and foot. Clad in Capezio pink ballet slippers, white footed tights, white dance belt and a white padded bra. My cock was sheathed in supple white latex, wound up painfully in thin leather braiding, topped off with an aluminum cock ring. A large black hard rubber dildo was held firmly inside me. Deanna spoke, " for old time's sake, " and rammed her wadded up panties into my mouth, sealing them in with cheap grey duct tape. " This is Christina's idea, " as she showed me a flesh colored female mask/ hood. It had alarmingly realistic feminine features molded and painted on: thin arched eyebrows, blue eyes, sensuous pouty red lips, a pert nose with small breathing apertures. Slowly the mask/ hood was was pulled over my newly shaven head. Moaning as the intoxicating latex fragrance formed to my head. Flesh colored tape wound snugly around my neck for a perfect seal. More ropes began to wind and uncomfortably tighten me up. Music and voices, a party, wafted through the thin walls from next door, oblivious to my domination. Deanna had chosen this non descript motel to distance any connection from her as she 'prepped' me for delivery to Christina. I was about to disappear. " I will visit when I can, " purred Deanna. An alcohol cotton swab, then a needle entered my arm. No stranger to being involuntarily drugged or chloroformed. Straddling me, pinned on my back to the bed. " Christina is a freak, but a very wealthy freak. " The music from the party next door seemed more distant. " She is into mummification. Your perfect for the part. No doubt my bondage training has helped that. " Barely hearing her taunts through the latex mask/ hood, I slowly felt weaker in her overpowering grip.

  

  

  

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