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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS
only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.  If you
are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that
prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!

   "Snowbound CH01"

   By sfmaster@att.net

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   Copyright (c) 2011 by sfmaster@att.net

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   ***

   Snowbound CH01 by sfmaster@att.net

   Snowbound CH01: A Brush With Death

   For the first time in her life, Cassandra Martin was afraid that she was
going to die.  Here she was, driving through rural Pennsylvania in a true
Blizzard, and lost!

   Why, oh why hadn't she listened to the locals who had urged her to stay
put and wait until the storm passed.  They had told her that a Blizzard
here wasn't like snow on Long Island; that snow could down in feet, not
inches!

   But no, she thought that she was invincible in her 4 wheel drive Jeep!
Surely an SUV could get through anything, right?

   Snow on Long Island was quickly cleared, why you just sat home, watched
the plows, shoveled out the house, and had a day off from work.

   But here, on a rural road, it didn't look a plow had been here yet.  The
Jeep kept getting stuck in the ever increasing snow, and worse the heater
had stopped working!  She tried her cell phone, and couldn't get a signal.

   Cassandra was lost, cold, hungry, and with night coming on she faced the
possibility that she might freeze to death.  People just didn't die in
snowstorms on Long Island!

   She drove on, backing the SUV out whenever it got stuck, then trying to
go further.  But the snow was coming down so hard, it was a true Blizzard!

   The one thing that worked was the radio, and they were saying that below
zero temperatures were expected.

   "Just great," Cassandra said to herself, "I'm going to freeze to death
out here tonight."

   It was then through the snow she saw a long driveway and a house.  Since
she was lost, and the SUV had gotten stuck again, she now had no choice.

   Cassandra drew her coat around her, put on her hat and gloves, and
grabbed her purse.  She shut the Jeep off, and she decided to make a run
for the house.  It was already getting dark!

   She opened the Jeep's door, and stepping from the running board she sank
up to her knees in the snow!  She closed the door, only to have a gust of
wind slam her in the face, the snow blinding her!

   Cassandra had planned to get her suitcase from the back, but abandoned
that plan as she was blown to the ground by another wind gust!

   Staggering to her feet, blinded, and now soaked, she was dazed by the
wind.  Where was that house?

   Barely seeing it through the snow her legs sank deeply into the drifts
as she staggered to the house.  She lost her way again as the snow and wind
disorientated her, and then she literally walked into the house!

   Cassandra staggered up the stairs, and pounded on the door, not even
looking for a doorbell.

   "Please help me!" she cried, shouting against the wind.

   Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she heard sounds inside and the
door opened, just as a burst of wind literally blew her into the doorway.

   "It's all right," said a voice as Cassandra, blinded by the snow, was
helped inside, and the outer door shut behind her, "there now, it's all
right, you're safe now."

   "Thank you," Cassandra gasped.

   She was lying on the floor, in a pool of melting water from her coat,
and still blinded.  Her savior produced a handkerchief, and Cassandra
rubbed her eyes to clear them of the snow.

   "Kate, who's at the door?" a voice asked.

   Cassandra looked up to see an intercom on the wall.

   "A stranded and soaked female traveler, Mistress," Kate replied.

   "Clean her up and dress her, and she may join me for dinner later,"
ordered the voice.

   "Yes, Mistress," Kate replied.

   "Who was that?" Cassandra asked.

   "That was Mistress Allison, and I'm Kate.  You're soaked through!  Why
don't I get you into a soaking hot bath, a change of clothes and some food,
and then you'll feel a lot better!  And then all your questions will be
answered," said Kate.

   "Thank you, I'm Cassandra Martin," said Cassandra, introducing herself.

   "Let's get you into a hot steaming tub before you freeze!" Kate
suggested.

   Exhausted from her ordeal, freezing cold, and soaked to the skin,
Cassandra let herself be led (shivering) through the house to a nearby
bedroom (complete with it's own bathroom) where Kate quickly drew a bath
filled with steaming hot water.  Cassandra stood up from the chair where
she had been waiting, and allowed Kate to quickly undress her, her soaking
wet clothes left in a pile on the floor.

   Cassandra stepped into the hot, steaming water, and lowered herself into
the tub.

   "There now, just relax," soothed Kate, "I'll get you a cup of tea and
some cookies."

   "Thank you," Cassandra replied wearily.

   Cassandra sat in the tub, and let the wonderfully hot water seep into
her aching flesh.

   "Feeling better?" Kate asked upon her return.

   "Yes, thank you," Cassandra answered.

   "How about a little snack first?"

   Kate placed a tray that bridged the tub's sides, onto which she placed a
tray containing a teapot, teacup, spoon, and some cookies.

   "Thank you" said Cassandra.

   "There now, eat something!" advised Kate.

   Cassandra poured herself a cup of tea, which she swallowed gratefully.
After the first cup, she proceed to eat a couple of cookies; which were the
first solid food that she had eaten since the morning when she had set out
into the storm.

   "Thank you again," said Cassandra.

   "You're welcome.  After you've had your snack and bathed, you can rest
for a while before dinner."

   It was then that Cassandra noticed something that she hadn't seen
before. Locked around Kate's neck was a D-ring bondage collar of the type
she'd seen in shops in Manhattan.

   * * *

   Cassandra soaked in the steaming hot water, allowing the heat to
penetrate her freezing body.  She let Kate bathe her and do her hair,
luxuriating in the bath, enjoying the soothing hot and scented bath water
warm her back up to normal.

   "Why are you so cold?" Kate asked.

   "My truck's heater stopped working."

   "You could have frozen to death!" Kate exclaimed.

   "Yes, thank you."

   Kate added additional water to the bath, filling the bathroom with
steam. Cassandra soaked in the tub, relaxing, falling off to sleep.

   "I hate to wake you up, but I have to get you dressed and dinner on the
table.  You can take a nap before dinner," said Kate.

   "All right," Cassandra replied.

   Cassandra stood up in the bath, and the water dripped from her naked
body.  She was 5 feet three inches, weighed 115 pounds, Brunette, and
modestly endowed.

   "You're very pretty," Kate complimented her.

   "Thank you," said Cassandra.

   Cassandra stepped from the tub, and allowed Kate to vigorously dry off
her naked, lush body.  She didn't mind it when Kate dried her breasts and
under her arms, nor when she had to open her legs to allow Kate access to
her pussy and bottom.

   Once dry, she was led naked to the bedroom, where Kate sat her down in
front of a mirror and produced a hair dryer and did her hair.  Cassandra
stared at herself, naked in the mirror.

   Here she was, in a strange house, being pampered by a Maid, and she
wasn't asking any questions.

   "Let me get you some clothes," said Kate.

   In the bureau she produced some underwear of various sizes, and
Cassandra was able to pick out a bra and panty that fit her.  Next, Kate
produced a garter belt.

   "Ever wear stockings before?" Kate asked.

   "Not really."

   "Pantyhose is just so unsexy, to feel really feminine you have to wear a
garter belt and stockings," Kate observed.

   Kate produced an unopened pair of black stockings, and she joined the
two ends of the garter belt around Cassandra's waist.  Cassandra sat on the
bed as Kate helped her with the stockings.

   From the closet Kate produced a couple of DKNY tops, along with matching
skirts.  Finally, a pair of three inch patent leather heels completed her
outfit.

   "There now, you look fine!" complimented Kate.

   "Thank you," Cassandra answered.

   "Now, you stay here and I'll come get you for dinner, and Mistress
Allison will answer all your questions."

   Cassandra was left alone in a luxurious bedroom that any Manhattan
yuppie would envy.  There was a four-poster bed, mirror, desk and chairs,
and a entertainment center.  She looked over the DVDs and gasped in
surprise.

   There was "The Story of O"; plus several others showing women in
bondage. Sitting next to them were the usual chick flicks: "The Way They
Were."

   On a bookshelf were similar selections: Sex novels and Romance.  Whoever
her host was, she wasn't bashful about sex!

   Cassandra looked out the bedroom window, and saw that it was dark and
still snowing.  Had she not seen the house, she'd outside in the winter
storm!  She took "O" from the shelf, and tried to read, but tiredness
overcame her from the strain of the day's events, and she closed the book
and fell asleep in the chair.

   "Cassandra, it's time for dinner!" said Kate as she knocked on the door,
awakening her charge.

   "I'm must have fallen asleep," yawned Cassandra.

   "That's all right, please come with me," said Kate.

   Cassandra followed behind Kate, marveling at the size of the house.  It
must have been an old farmhouse at one time, now remodeled and updated.

   Kate then opened the double doors to the dining room, and seated at the
head of the table was a woman dressed in black.

   "Cassandra, this is Allison Daniels," said Kate.

   "Please to meet you," said Allison, who rose to shake Cassandra's hand.

   "Thank you," Cassandra replied.

   Allison Daniels was 35 years old, 5 foot five inches, with black hair
and well formed, thought Cassandra.  She was even taller in the high heels
that she was wearing.

   "Kate will now serve dinner, I trust you have a good appetite."

   "Yes, thank you," said Cassandra as she seated herself next to Allison.

   "Did you have a nice nap?"

   "Yes, thank you.  I didn't realize how tired I was," Cassandra replied.

   "I hope you'll like dinner.  Kate has really excelled herself while you
were asleep.  We're going to have a salad, rib roast, red potatoes, and
asparagus with Hollandaise sauce."

   "Wow!" replied Cassandra, "I haven't had a Dinner so grand since my
friend got married recently."

   Dinner was indeed grand, and began with a salad, followed by the main
course.  Cassandra, starved by her ordeal, took two slices of Rib Roast
(which had been cooked to perfection); and generous helping of the two side
dishes.

   The meal was washed down with a French Red Burgundy, which had the
effect of making Cassandra slightly tipsy.

   Dinner was eaten mostly in silence, and after the dishes were cleared,
the real conversation was begun.

   "Why don't you join me in the Library, and then we can talk.  Besides, a
Brandy would be an excellent way to finish our Dinner," suggested Allison.

   "Yes, thank you."

   Cassandra followed her hostess to the Library, which was entered through
another set of double doors.  The Library had bookcases filled with books;
carpeting, a large desk and chair, in front of which was a couch (where
Cassandra seated herself).

   "This is wonderful, I always wanted to have a library.  Did you buy all
of these books?" Cassandra asked.

   "No, the library, and the house, belong to a friend of mine, Beth
Holland.  That's her above the mantelpiece," Allison pointed out.

   Cassandra saw a painting of an attractive blonde woman in her thirties,
dressed in an English Riding Habit, standing next to a horse.  Beth was
holding a riding crop, and appeared to be flexing it between her two hands.

   "I she here now?" Cassandra asked.

   "No, Beth is away on a business trip to California, lucky for her she
missed the snow.  So I'm taking care of the house for her."

   Allison walked to a bar, and poured two large Brandies into proper
Brandy Balloon glasses.  She walked back to Cassandra, and handed her one,
and sat down on the couch next to her, not behind the desk.

   "Why were you out in the storm?" Allison asked.

   "I was driving back to New York, and I thought that my SUV could go
anywhere in the snow - a least that's what the ads say."

   "That's untrue, people die every year out here because they think the
SUV is able to drive through anything.  They either land in the ditch, or
get stuck in a storm, which would have been your fate."

   "Thank you for taking me in," said Cassandra, "else I would have died
out there."

   "A very real possibility," Allison observed, "but there's something else
you want to ask me, isn't there?"

   Both women took healthy swallows from their glasses, and looked deep
into each other's eyes.

   Allison was 35 years old, stood 5 feet 7 inches, had black hair and
eyes, and curves in all the right places.  She was an attractive and
beautiful woman indeed.

   "Are you a Dominatrix?" Cassandra asked.

   "Yes," Allison answered without hesitation, as she took a swallow of her
Brandy.

   "Is Kate your slave?"

   "Slave or submissive, either way, she wears my collar and bears my
lash."

   "You speak so calmly about it," Cassandra observed.

   "Do you have any experience with the scene?" Allison asked.

   "I lived in New York City for five years rooming with two of my
girlfriends.  Shelley was a submissive to her boyfriend, and she left her
toys around the apartment.  I went to a club with her a few times and
watched demonstrations," Cassandra answered.

   "And how did they make you feel?"

   "Hot."

   "Did you pursue your interest?" Allison questioned.

   "Just a couple of times, Shelley arranged for me to do a couple of
scenes with two of her friends, male and female."

   "Did you like being dominated by a man or woman?"

   "Woman," Cassandra replied.

   "Did you do any further scenes?"

   "No," Cassandra answered.

   "Why?"

   "I was scared," Cassandra answered.

   "Of what?"

   "Of liking it too much," Cassandra confessed.

   "Well, I just watched the weather report, and you're going to be here
for a few days at least.  Even after the storm passes, it'll take a while
before we get plowed and dug out.  I have a local firm come and clean up,
but first they have to get here."

   "Thank you for being so kind," said Cassandra.

   "Since you're going to be with us for a few days, if you should happen
to want to do a scene, just ask.  I'll be happy to oblige," said Allison.

   "Thank you," Cassandra replied.

   "Do you like your room?" Allison asked.

   "Yes, thank you very much."

   "You aren't offended by the choice of entertainment, were you?" Allison
asked.

   "No, it'll give me something to do.  How much does it snow here,
anyway?" Cassandra questioned.

   "Sometimes as much as a week!  Once a storm comes down from Canada and
picks up moisture from the Great Lakes, it can dump feet of snow here!"

   "Wow, that's like nothing I'm used to," Cassandra observed.

   "Well, I'm sure we can keep you entertained during your stay with us.

   "Thank you again for saving my life."

   "You're welcome."

   "You can use anything in your bedroom to keep yourself occupied. 
There's just one thing, please stay in your room during the night."

   "Certainly," Cassandra agreed.

   "That's good, I just don't want you wandering around the house at
night."

   "As a Dominatrix, you must have a Dungeon or Playroom?" Cassandra
enquired.

   "Of course," Allison answered.

   "I'd love to see it," Cassandra replied, "I've only seen them in adult
DVDs & a couple of clubs; a one in a house must be the real thing!"

   "Ordinarily, I'd be glad to, but we're in the middle of rebuilding it;
so it's a mess.  Lumber, sawdust, everywhere, so it's nothing to see just
now.  So I'll have to ask you to stay out of the Basement," Allison
instructed.

   "Of course," said Cassandra.

   The two women finished their brandies, and now it was quite late. 
Cassandra looked out the window, and saw that snow was still falling.

   "I guess that I'm snowbound," Cassandra observed.

   "Yes, but you're among friends," Allison replied.

   "Thank you."

   "If you want a snack during the night, just use the intercom," Allison
ordered, "or I can have Kate give you a few cookies to help you through the
evening."

   "Thanks again," said Cassandra.

   * * *

   In spite of her ordeal, Cassandra just couldn't sleep.  First she had
tried to read more of "O"; when that wasn't enough she put on an adult DVD
and sipped some white wine.

   Searching the night table she had found a vibrator (complete with fresh
batteries); and a box of condoms.  So Cassandra brought herself to one
climax after another while watching a naked woman writhe around while in
bondage.

   She didn't bother with the pajamas in the dresser, but instead went to
sleep naked under the thick winter quilt.  It seemed warm enough, and she
could put something on during the night if she was cold.

   Cassandra lay awake, hearing the wind blow against the house, and sound
of snow striking the windows.

   It was late at night when she heard the sounds of moans and slaps, and
muffled voices.  Cassandra guessed that Mistress Allison and Kate were
doing a scene together!

   Once while living in an apartment she had grown used to the sounds of
passion from her next door neighbors.  She knew when they fought, when they
made up, and when they had sex.

   But now her curiosity had gotten the better of her.  Cassandra couldn't
sleep, and rose naked from the bed and draped a robe over herself.  She
padded over to the door, and opened it a crack to look out into the
hallway.

   In the dim light she couldn't see much; but what she did see surprised
her!

   There was a blonde naked woman in the hallway, with her back to
Cassandra so she couldn't see her face.  The woman was wearing high heels
that seemed to be locked upon her ankles, and a chain linking them
together. Her arms were cruelly bound behind her in a red armbinder; the
same thing that she had seen in the DVD she has been watching!

   Cassandra quietly closed the door, not wanting to make her presence
known.  It was then that she realized that she had been a fool!  Mistress
Allison had Black hair; and Kate was a Brunette.  So there was only person
that the bound woman could be: Beth Holland!

   She opened the door again, and the hallway was empty, with only the
continuing sounds of the wind and snow striking the house.

   Cassandra closed the door again, and jumped under the covers.

   Was Allison keeping Beth Holland a prisoner in her own house?  What kind
of Bondage games was she playing?

   * * *

   What had seemed a good idea in the morning hadn't turned out to be a
good idea in the afternoon.

   Over breakfast the next morning, Allison had questioned her if she had
heard anything the previous night, and Cassandra had lied, saying that she
had slept soundly throughout the entire night.

   It only took one look at Allison for Cassandra to know that Allison knew
that she had been lying.

   Allison then imposed a further condition, that Cassandra spend as much
time in her room so that she wouldn't be wandering around and disrupting
the running of the house!

   To add to everything else, after breakfast was over she watched as Kate
carried a tray to a doorway, opened it, and her steps on a stairway clearly
audible, vanished from sight!

   If the basement was a total mess from rebuilding, then why was Kate
carrying a tray downstairs?  Who was that tray for?

   Cassandra didn't have to be Nancy Drew (whom she had read as a girl); to
figure out that Beth Holland was being held downstairs for some reason! 
But since she had been ordered to stay in her room, any opportunities to
spy were quite limited.

   She watched as Kate changed the bed linen, and the Maid winked at the
female secretions that she had left on the bed sheets.  Kate told her what
time lunch would be ready, and left her alone to her own devices.

   It was over lunch that Cassandra accepted Allison's invitation to do a
scene; since that would be the only way that she could be downstairs to
observe whatever was going on!

   Mistress Allison and Cassandra had adjourned to the Library after they
had finished lunch.  For it would be amongst the volumes of leather bound
books that Cassandra herself would be placed in bondage.

   Nor had it taken long for Cassandra to be placed in thrall.  Alison had
given her a questionnaire about her sexual preferences; and then an
interview.  It was just like applying for a job!

   Then, when it was over, Allison asked Cassandra to remove her clothes,
which she placed on the chair that she had just vacated.  Allison had rung
for Kate; who appeared carrying a tray with a collar, and what looked like
leather bracelets (which Cassandra had seen on sale in NYC); and in bondage
DVDs.

   Kate fastened them on Cassandra, locking each one securely.  There was
now no way without the key that Cassandra would ever get them off!

   Finally, a pair of four inch high heels were locked upon her feet.

   Cassandra was now a naked submissive; at the whim of her new Mistress!

   "You look wonderful, Cassandra.  Now I want you to first turn around
slowly; and then do so again with your hands behind your head; and open
your legs so that I can see your sex," Mistress Allison ordered.

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Cassandra did as she was instructed; and she had never felt so naked in
her entire life!  She exhibited her naked body in front of Allison and
Kate; once with her hands at her sides; next behind her head as ordered.

   When she was done with her second turn; she stood shivering; with her
hands still behind her head (since she had not been ordered to lower them);
awaiting further commands.

   "She'll look much better striped," Allison commented.

   "Yes, Mistress," Kate agreed.

   Cassandra now truly felt like she was "Alice in Wonderland!" What had
possessed her to surrender herself to Mistress Allison?

   It had been years since she had done a scene with anyone, and now here
she was in the middle of nowhere, naked before a Dominatrix who was
contemplating what punishment she would now endure!

   Mistress Alison rose from her seat behind the library desk; and taking
to her heels she walked over to Cassandra.  With both hands she cupped
Cassandra's breasts, and pinched her nipples, making them even more erect
than before!

   Then she circled around to Cassandra's back, and her fingertips traced
lines down to her bottom; making Cassandra shiver!

   Again facing her, Cassandra watched as Allison placed a single rubber
glove on her right hand; then she gasped as Mistress Allison thrust her
fore and middle fingers together into her raging sex!

   "Ooooooooh!" Cassandra moaned.

   "Silence!" Allison commanded.

   Mistress Allison pistoned her fingers again and again into Cassandra's
pussy, bringing her closer and closer each time to climax.  But just when
she was ready to come, Allison pulled her fingers out, leaving Cassandra in
need of relief!

   "Mistress, please?" Cassandra begged.

   "Silence!"

   Mistress Allison again walked behind Cassandra, and then pushed her
gently forwards towards her desk.

   "Over my desk, slave!" Cassandra walked the couple of steps and placed
herself over the library desk.

   "Keep your hands behind your hear I haven't given you permission to
remove them!"

   "Yes, Mistress!"

   "You're learning, slut!"

   With that last comment, Mistress Allison placed her fore and middle
fingers, the glove already wet with Cassandra's juices into her bottom! 
Cassandra squealed as she felt her bottom invaded by the Mistress.

   "You're tight in both holes, my dear.  I bet you haven't had any lovers,
male or female, for quite some time.  It's just a pity you won't be staying
with us longer, else I would stretch your openings."

   Cassandra didn't comment, but instead waited fearfully for whatever was
going to happen next.

   "You may stand up, and place your hands by your sides," Allison ordered.

   "Yes, Mistress!" Cassandra answered.

   "On the table you'll find some instruments.  Choose one, and present it
to me on your knees, then ask to be punished."

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Cassandra walked over to the table, upon with was a black leather
paddle; a short whip; a riding crop; and a black leather flogger.  But what
terrified Cassandra the most was a simple rattan cane, did Mistress Allison
really use the cane on naked women?

   "You can examine them if you'd like," Mistress Allison offered, "after
all, I'm going to be using one or more of them on you shortly, so you may
as well familiarize yourself with them."

   One by one, Cassandra picked up each one, felt their weight, and smelled
the oil used to polish the leather.  She felt the thongs of the flogger,
and flexed the riding crop in her hands.  Meanwhile she shivered with fear;
had she really asked for these to be used on her naked body?

   Trembling; she finally chose the riding crop!  It was a long piece of
bamboo wrapped in leather with a handle and a loop at one end to be wrapped
around a wrist; and another loop at the other, no doubt meant to be used on
her naked body!

   Cassandra clicked her heels as she walked over to Mistress Allison and
knelt before her, and presented the crop to her Mistress!

   "Please Mistress Allison I ask that you use this riding crop upon my
naked flesh; that I am worthy to receive your discipline," Cassandra
begged.

   "Thank you, my dear.  How touching!  Don't you agree, Kate?"

   "Yes, Mistress," Kate quickly answered.

   "Do you, Cassandra Martin, agree to my discipline without force or
duress?"

   "Yes, Mistress," Cassandra assented.

   "Do you, Cassandra Martin, agree to obey all commands that I give you?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Do you, Cassandra Martin, understand that henceforth your naked body
will belong to me; and that I shall use it as I see fit?"

   "Yes, Mistress."

   "Excellent.  Kate, suspend our guest from the hook and place a spreader
bar on her ankle cuffs so that she can't close her sex to me."

   "Yes, Mistress," answered Kate.

   In a few moments, Cassandra was rendered helpless by Kate, and Mistress
Allison walked in front of her and brandished the riding crop that she
herself had chosen.  Suddenly, classical music issued from hidden speakers!

   "Kiss the crop!" Allison ordered.

   "Yes, Mistress," Cassandra replied.  Her red lips kissed the crop's tip
as instructed, and as if in slow motion, Cassandra watched as Allison drew
back her hand if to strike Cassandra with all the force or her arm, and
instead the tip mildly flicked at her erect nipple.

   Cassandra screamed as if she had been struck severely, leading Allison
to chuckle in response.

   "You see, my dear, I am a true artist in the use of pleasure and pain. I
can make you scream from the application of both," Allison observed.

   Allison then began the steady use of the crop on Cassandra's exposed and
bound naked body, beginning with her nipples and breasts.  The crop's flat
tip left a red mark every time it impacted on Cassandra's body, making her
moan in response.

   Once her breasts had been marked, Allison applied the whip to
Cassandra's exposed belly, but that wasn't her final object!

   No, the crop next found it's way down the outside of Cassandra's exposed
thighs!  Allison delivered her strokes in sets of five, with the last one
delivered with a slightly stronger blow that left Cassandra gasping.

   "What is the line between pleasure and pain?" demanded Allison of her
bound charge.

   "I....I don't know, Mistress!" Cassandra painfully replied.

   "You're going to find out," Allison calmly answered.

   Next, Cassandra felt the tip of the crop pushing at her sex!  With her
legs opened by the spreader bar, there was nothing to prevent the invasion
of her most private parts!

   "You may have done some mild scenes before, but now you are with a true
Dominatrix who has all the tools needed to bring out your true slave."

   "Yes, Mistress!" Cassandra answered, fearful of what was going to happen
next!

   Like a metronome, Mistress Allison used the crop between Cassandra's
opened thighs, the tip striking at the sensitive skin inside her legs! 
Cassandra gasped every time the crop struck her flesh; sweat coursing down
her naked, exposed body.

   She had NEVER felt anything like this before!  Mistress Allison had
first nearly teased her to climax by fingering her sex.  Then the crop had
been used on her nipples and breasts.  Now it was between her thighs!

   Cassandra wanted to come desperately!  But instead of release, her
punishment continued, driving her to greater heights of need.

   "Oooooooooh!" Cassandra cried out, both in pleasure and pain at the same
time!

   "Do you want to be released?" Mistress Allison demanded.

   "No, Mistress!"

   "What do you want then?"

   "Please let me come?" Cassandra begged, tears streaming from her eyes.

   "NO!" Allison firmly answered.

   Allison then transferred her attentions to the outside of Cassandra's
exposed thighs, the only sounds in the library being the slaps of the tip
against Cassandra's naked skin and her moans from each stroke.

   "Oooooooh!" Cassandra whimpered as her bare flesh was stroked by the
riding crop.

   Cassandra didn't want to be released from bondage; what she wanted was
release!  She wanted to come!

   "Mistress, please, let me come!" Cassandra begged.

   "NO!"

   Finally, just when her ordeal reached a crescendo, when she was in tears
and ready to come when she felt the crop actually striking her pussy, she
was nearly there.....and Mistress Allison abruptly stopped!

   "Oh please, Mistress, let me come?" Cassandra implored Mistress Allison,
tears streaming down her cheeks.

   "Not yet, my darling, not yet!  Later this evening I'll let you come,
but not now!" Mistress Allison answered curtly.

   Cassandra quietly sobbed in her bondage, robbed of the sexual release
she craved so desperately!

   * * *

   After her session, Kate had released her, and Cassandra fell into her
arms.  The latex clad Maid cleaned her up, wiped her tears, and gave her
some ice water to drink.

   But when Cassandra tried to pleasure herself, Kate grabbed her hands
away, and locked her wrists behind her back.

   "If I let you come, you'll be punished, and so will I," Kate explained.

   "Let me come?" Cassandra begged.

   "No, not yet, Mistress Allison isn't done with you yet," Kate replied.

   Cassandra was then locked in chastity belt!  The device, made of leather
and steel, imprisoned her sex, preventing her from giving the sexual
release she so desperately craved.

   In the Library was a wooden cage, into which Cassandra was then locked
into.  Her hands were locked in front before she was placed inside.

   "Now if you're a good girl you'll stay silent in your cage!  This way we
can keep an eye on you, no wandering around.  If you don't behave I'll have
to lock your hands behind your back, maybe use nipple clamps, and a ball
gag to keep you quiet!"

   "Yes, Kate," Cassandra meekly answered her jailer.

   Sitting naked on the cushions, with her hands locked in front, Cassandra
pulled at the bars confining her.  There was simply no escape from her
wooden prison!

   As if to mock her, Cassandra saw a reflection of herself in the Library
mirror.  She saw a naked girl, collared, her wrists in leather cuffs,
pulling ineffectually against the wooden bars that confined her.

   At least in the morning, before she had asked for a session with
Mistress Allison, she had been free to snoop around.

   Now she was naked, bound and punished, and locked in a wooden cage!

   Cassandra wondered what would next in store for her as she pulled at her
chastity belt.

   Whatever it would be, Cassandra looked forward, both with anticipation
and dread for her next ordeal!

   THE END OF CHAPTER ONE


   

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