Mistaken Identity (FdomF+, FF, Bond, Hum, NC, Ex, Mast, V)

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	Karen stretched, grinning as she walked into the exit terminal with a horde of other passengers.  It’d been a long plane ride, and her legs welcomed the opportunity to stretch and move.  Overhead, speakers blared out garbled snatches of names and gates, and fluorescent lights buzzed.  The crowed fanned out, some heading straight to baggage claim, some to the exit gate to meet loved ones.  Others would be meeting business associates, and Karen gave a little grin, excited to be one of those for the first time.  She’d been told that a car would be waiting for her at the airport, and she’d asked the secretary, “With one of those little signs with my name on it and everything?”  The woman had laughed good naturedly at her, and assured her that yes, the company could spare the expense of making a sign.
	The terminal was full of sounds and people, a babble of dozens of languages washed around Karen as she made her way through the unfamiliar airport.  The signs were easy enough to follow, and fellow travelers and airport personnel alike were happy to help out a cute redhead, so she found it easy enough to exit the terminal area entirely, and find her way out to the waiting area.  Karen looked around for her ride, wishing tightened airport security didn’t extend to making people wait far away from the exit gates.  There was a large crowd of people, milling about in confusion as travelers and family tried to find each other in the mob.  A bit further back, a long line of drivers waited, patiently holding name-cards in front of their chests.  To Karen’s great chagrin, none of them had her name on them.  She worked her way through the crowd, pulling the confirmation letter out of her purse with slender fingers, each of which bore a perfectly manicured and red painted nail.
	She checked the date, time, and instructions on the letter again, once she got out of the press at the terminal exit, and looked up again at the line of drivers.  She was about to grab her cell phone in frustration when she noticed one of the drivers, a smartly dressed man wearing a limousine driver’s uniform, was carrying a card that said, “Rose” on it.  Karen frowned, and opened her letter again to see if she’d even told the company her middle name.  “It’s true I generally use my middle name on the web,” she thought, scanning the letter, “But I didn’t think I’d…”  She broke off her train of thought as she saw the name the letter was addressed to, Karen Rose Baker, just under her email address, Rose2130 @ evergreen.net.  She shrugged, and figured it couldn’t hurt to at least ask.  Moments later she had crossed the entryway, and was standing in front of the dour faced driver.
	“Hi…  I’m Karen Rose…  I think you’re here for me?”  She smiled, little dimples accenting her cheeks, and clasping her hands nervously, hoping she wasn’t making a total fool out of herself.  The driver looked her over, silently, and seemed a little surprised, and read the back of his card.  He looked up at Karen again, shrugged, and motioned for her to follow him, moving at a brisk walk out of the airport.  This was a little odd, but Karen scurried after the quiet man, hoping she hadn’t already done something to upset her new bosses.  “Is it the clothes?  I was just dressed casually for the plane ride… you know how uncomfortable they get.”  She smoothed down her jeans, and straightened her green blouse a bit, suddenly feeling very unprofessional and more than a little naïve.
	Her driver seemed understanding though, giving her something a little more like a smile than his usual blank look, and an accepting nod.  Still without speaking, he opened the door of a waiting limo, revealing the dark and luxurious interior.  
Karen paused, still a little unsure.  “So um… do you already have my bags?”  The driver nodded, and Karen wanted to ask him more, but suddenly worried he might not be able to speak, and she’d be offending him.  So she just smiled, thanked the driver, and climbed into the back of the limo.  As the door closed, she was far too lost in her exploration of the various luxuries inside to notice that the door locked automatically.  The driver climbed into the driver’s seat, and tossed the name card on the passenger’s seat next to him, face down.  On the back it read, “New Slave: Red Hair,  5 foot 7 inches, Green eyes, Trim figure”.  The limo pulled away, leaving behind it an airport containing a very nervous corporate driver, cursing himself for being late, and a red hared woman very similar to Karen, looking around with a rather lost look, and getting more than her share of stares, for the dramatic red silk and black PVC outfit she was wearing.

The limousine droned on, while Karen amused herself with examining the contents of the wet bar, and checking out the television that dropped down from the ceiling.  “Everything but a hot tub!” She thought.  It never occurred to her to watch the road, she’d never been to Seattle before, and she certainly had no idea where her new apartment, or place of work would be, relative to the airport.  She got her first shock when she found the little compartment under the seat that housed DVDs for viewing on long trips.  The first few were normal enough, if a bit risqué.  ‘Eyes Wide Shut’, ‘Eva’, ‘Basic Instinct’.  After that, followed a number of professional pornographic DVDs, and finally, in the back of the case, were some movies that had apparently been burned onto a DVD by someone at the company.  All they had were dates, and locations such as “Studio 1A”.  Curious, she slipped one into the player, and leaned back on the plush leather seats to see if these movies were as out of control as the rest of the selection, or if they were recorded meetings.  Either way, she figured she should send a letter to the Human Resources department.  This sort of material could easily get the company hit with a sexual harassment suit.  Karen didn’t mind so much herself, but it made her worry about the attitude of the rest of the company, especially the men.
The video began with the usual copyright warnings, and then a pretty standard intro. screen, proclaiming DVDVideoEdit: Professional Edition.  Karen was beginning to relax a bit, when the menu screen came up.  The screen showed a woman, painfully tied to a wheel of some kind, with a ball gag in her mouth, and a tight PVC corset covering nothing private.  She was beautiful, dark hared and willowy.  Her nipples were tightly clamped, and she looked to be anything but enjoying the experience.  There was a sound of a whip cracking, and letters burned onto the screen, overlapping the woman, and eventually resolving into normal text.   The options on the screen were to play the entire disc, or separate “sessions” one at a time.  In a kind of dazed fascination, Karen fumbled for the remote and selected session one.  
Session one began with a petite Asian woman, hanging in chains, waiting nervously.  Neither she nor Karen had long to wait, a woman clad in an intimidating leather outfit, corset, gloves, thigh high boots and a batwinged mask, stepped up behind the bound girl and began lashing her across the rear with a multi-tailed whip.  The girl cried out with each stroke, but was careful to count each one too, and at the end, she thanked the woman, calling her Mistress, and kissed the whip.  The camera rotated around the girl, and zoomed in on her very red cheeks.  
Snapping out of a daze, Karen attacked the stop button, and quickly turned off the screen, and put it away.  She ejected the DVD, and replaced it in it’s case with shaking hands, making sure to put the case back exactly where she found it.  It wasn’t till she had the storage compartment closed, and was sitting in her seat again that she noticed a slight heat just under her belly, a little stir of nervous energy.  The video must have been too upsetting for her, she decided, pushing the feelings away.  As soon as she got her luggage, she’d get her laptop out and write a letter to Human Resources, and maybe the CEO too.  No video like that could possible be appropriate for a company car.  
Karen leaned against the door, and looked out the window, already composing the letter in her mind.  Those thoughts faded soon enough though, as she noticed the limo was driving along a private looking road, framed on both sides by heavy woods.  This didn’t seem anything like the way to an apartment, or a business headquarters, and Karen decided she’d had enough.  Risk of offending a mute man or no, she was going to try and get some answers.  She located the intercom button easily enough, and pressed it, “Excuse me, Driver?  Where are we exactly?  And where are we going?”
	There was no answer.  Furthermore, the little LED on the intercom didn’t light up.  Karen pressed it a few more times, shouted hello into it, all to no avail.  She tried looking through the glass partition, but that was smoked far too dark to see through.  Driven past any sense of politeness, and getting more than a little scared, she banged on the partition, shouting through it, “Hello?  Hello?  Roll this window down!”
	After a few minutes of no answer, Karen tried to roll the outside windows down, or just open the door, figuring that would be sure to get the man’s attention, even if he was somehow deaf.  Both the window and door were locked, and Karen began to really freak out, pounding with her fist on the glass partition and shouting some more.  When that failed to get a response, she just sat back in the seat, trembling a little, and wondering what in the world was happening.

	It took the limo almost no time after that to reach a large mansion, with a beautiful fountain formed from a trio of angels back to back as the centerpiece of it’s driveway loop.  Marble steps lead up to an impressively carved set of double doors.  Karen was looking around in desperation, wondering if the CEO had decided that she’d make a good lover or something, without consulting her.  She spied some cameras, and what she thought was a figure in the distance, armed with a gun.  That last drove a little shiver of fear up her spine, and she sat quietly in the seat, waiting for the limo to come to a stop.
	The driver stopped the limo in front of the mansion steps, and hopped out without turning off the engine, moving quickly and politely to open Karen’s door for her.  She stepped out, clutching her purse protectively to her belly, and looked around in awe.  The grounds were long stretches of lawn and gardens, surrounded by woods.  As she was gaping at her surroundings, the driver closed the door again, and the mansion doors opened, revealing a tall, muscular man in a perfectly fitted tuxedo.  He walked slowly down the steps toward Karen, brushing back his fine black hair.  The driver hopped back in the limo and pulled away from the mansion, onto a side road she could only presume lead to a garage of some kind.  The whole experience left her lost for words, and she could only stare at this huge, intimidating man, and clutch her purse a little more tightly.
	Like the driver, this man kept any expression off his face, but with his size the effect was a lot more grim, and authoritarian.  “Come with me, please.”  He held out his hand to hover near Karen’s elbow, and despite his use of the word please, it didn’t seem much like a request to her.  She nodded fearfully, and walked with the man up the marble steps, into a beautiful foyer, with a pair of sweeping staircases heading up to a balcony, and many small sculptures perched on pedestals.  The polished wood floor had an amazing oriental rug centered on it, and the room seemed to have several doors.  The big man pointed at an oak bench, padded with a leather seat and back, motioning her toward it.
	“Wait here please, the Mistress will be with you shortly.”  Without waiting for any kind of response from Karen, he turned, and moved to the back of the room, under the shimmering crystal chandelier, under the balcony, and then out another ornately carved door, closing it silently behind him.
	Karen sat, for lack of anything better to do, and nervously wet her full, red lips.  “It couldn’t be,” she thought, “that the word ‘mistress’ has anything to do with that tape I watched.   It’s just a polite term for a really… really wealthy woman.  And I’m here by mistake.  Yes… that’s it, there’s just been a mistake and I’ll have them take me right back to the airport…  or call a cab…”   She got her cell phone out of her purse, but her calling plan was still for the Boston area, and she mentally cursed herself for not getting the national roaming.  She put the phone away, and just waited, fidgeting in the opulent foyer, and wondering just how long it was going to take to get this all straightened out.

	Meanwhile, in another wing of the house entirely, the large butler opened another door, just as silently as he had the one in the foyer, and took a few steps in, coming down on one knee.  “Mistress,” he said, bowing his head, “the exchange slave from Master Dominic is here.  She’s waiting for you in the foyer.”
	The object of his submission sat behind a table sized oak desk, running her silk-gloved hands over it’s smooth finish.  The desk itself was carved with dragons, and rested on a thick, rich  red silk carpet.  “Excellent, Tomas.  Your opinion of her?”  She smiled, black painted lips pulling back from her teeth more than revealing them in any genuine smile,  She had long, long black hair pulled back into an extremely severe braid, and her entire body was clad in black, from her silk gloves to her blouse, and her sleek miniskirt, all the way down to her black stockings and beautiful suede pumps.
	Tomas looked up, remaining on one knee.  “She’s…  scared.  Oh, pretty, and physically, she’s as the letter described.  But she’s clearly green.  Maybe not even broken in.”
	Jane, the mansion’s mistress, sighed, and inspected a glove.  “How irritating.  He does this sort of thing to us all the time.  It’s true I enjoy breaking slaves in, but I have no interest in doing all of Domanic’s work for him.  Very well, we’ll take this one on, but that’s the end!  When she goes back to Dominic, we’ll make sure to tell him that any green slaves he sends will just be put right back on the plane.  You can bring her here now, I might as well get to work right away.”
	“Yes Mistress.”  Tomas bowed his head again, and stood, turning and ghosting out of the room as quietly as ever, making his way back to the unsuspecting Karen, still waiting all alone in the foyer.

	When Tomas re-emerged into the foyer, Karen got nervously to her feet, giving him her most welcoming smile.  “I think there’s been a little mistake, if you could just let me contact…”
	“SILENCE!”  Tomas glared at the impudent little slave, abandoning his usual sedate walk to stride across the room and take her arm.  Karen just stared up at him, shocked, and more than a little afraid.  “You will come with me, right now.”  Without further ado, he moved back to the door he’d entered through, pulling Karen along.  She stumbled a bit, and then quickly moved to keep pace, totally intimidated by this huge man, not wanting to get him any more upset than she already had.
	He lead her briskly through the building, past wonderful works of art and elegantly decorated rooms that Karen would have loved to admire under different circumstances.  As it was, she just remembered a blur of hallways and doors, culminating in the dark, black and red office of Mistress Jane.  She was roughly shoved to the center of the room, trembling and still clutching her purse like a lifeline.
	“That will be all Tomas, thank you.”  Jane stood, just clearing six feet in her heels.  She stalked around the desk with a decidedly predatory air, and came to a stop just inches away from Karen, looking down on the frightened girl.  Tomas merely bowed, and exited the room.  As he closed the door, there was an audible click of a lock snapping into place, loud enough in the dead silence of the room to make Karen start, and look back in terror.  She turned her head back to Jane, almost babbling in her haste to get out of this situation.
	“There’s been a terrible mistake, you see, I was supposed to…” The sharp crack of a slap filled the room, turning Karen’s face to the side and ending her little speech with a shocked gasp.  Karen turned her stinging face back to look at Jane, horror and fear in her eyes, as one of her hands came up to tentatively touch the place she’d been hit.
	“Not even green.  RAW.” Jane said, nearly spitting in disgust.  “All right, we’ll start with the basics.”  Jane wrenched the purse out of Karen’s free hand with surprising strength and tossed it to the side.  “You, are my slave, sent here by Dominic, and you will do whatever I say, without any question or back-talk.  You will address me as Mistress every time you open your worthless mouth, and you won’t do that unless specifically told to.”
	“No, you don’t understand I….” Another slap rang through the room, silencing Karen just as effectively as the last one.  She whimpered a little, and shrank back from the terrible woman in front of her.
	“Be quiet!  And don’t move unless given permission!”  Jane’s voice was like a whip, and Karen froze under the sharp cracking of it.  “Get down on your knees.”  Shivering, Karen sank to her knees, desperately afraid, her eyes fixed on Jane.
	“Good.  Now, we’ll have to get you fixed with a collar eventually, but for now, I want to see your body.  Take off your clothes, starting with the blouse.”  Jane glared down at Karen, as if daring her to disobey.  Karen trembled, and hesitated for a long moment, but eventually she broke under the intense anger of that stare, and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, head bowed, and a pair of tears slipping down her cheeks.
	Jane watched, her mouth quirked in an anticipating smile, as the young redhead unbuttoned her blouse, and set it aside, carefully folding it.  That got a smile of amusement from her captor, and Jane licked her lips slightly in anticipation as Karen’s arms went behind her back to unclasp her bra.  She pulled the garment forward, and just held the cups to her breasts, shivering and unable to continue.  The soft carpet hid any noise from Jane’s pumps, and the next thing Karen heard was the shocking snap of a whip, entirely too close to her head for comfort.  Karen shrieked, and sprawled on the floor, away from where the whip had cracked, covering herself momentarily forgotten.  Jane smirked down at the girl, casually coiling the whip up in her hand, while admiring her perky, B cup breasts.  Karen’s nipples stood firmly at attention, no doubt from fear and exposure, and the lightly freckled orbs were still quivering a little, but holding up extremely well despite the lack of a bra.
	“You can be whipped, or you can obey.  Take the rest of your clothes off, NOW!”  Jane demonstrated her control over the whip again, cracking the tip like a thunderclap mere inches from Karen’s terrified face.  The girl scrambled to obey, kicking off her shoes and pulling her jeans and panties down together, sobbing in fear and humiliation.  Jane coiled the whip up again, and sat back on the edge of her desk as Karen revealed a slim, shapely set of hips and legs, and a well trimmed, flaming orange patch of hair over her sex.  The girl was still crying, though more quietly now, and once she got her socks off, she huddled on the floor by her clothes, still staring at the carpet.
	“Knees.” Jane said, in that same, sharp tone of command.  Her lips spread in a pleased, hungry smile as Karen scrambled to sit on her knees, one hand covering her breasts as best she could, the other concealing her crotch.  “Hands at your sides!”  Karen reluctantly pulled her hands away, and rested them on the floor, face flaming to nearly match her hair.
	Jane stalked around her prize, stroking the whip and making it whisper against itself, as Karen trembled, flinching away from every unexpected sound or movement.  “Good girl.  If you continue to behave, then you won’t be punished.”  Karen just trembled, trying hard not to flinch away as Jane knelt next to her, and brought her lips up to the frightened girl’s ear, and whispered viciously.  “But if you disobey me, I will cut your back to ribbons with my whip, and that will be just the START of what I do to you.  Understand?”
	Karen nodded, holding as still as she could, though her trembling was beginning to resemble more of full body shaking.  Jane hissed in her ear again. “Answer me!  Do you understand?”
	Karen yelped, half expecting to be hit, and hurried to answer.  “Yes… I mean… Yes Mistress!” She quivered, and waited for a blow to land.
	Jane paused…  letting the moment drag out, and then rose to her feet.  “Good slave.  Now, I find that my slaves learn best through demonstration of proper behavior.  To that end, we’ll have a demonstration.”  Jane pointed with the whip’s hilt, at a corner of the room, near the desk.  “Crawl over there and kneel, facing into the room.  Do it now and do it quickly!”
	Karen nodded desperately, scrambling across the room on her hands and knees, leaving Jane to admire the soft curves of her ass for a moment or two, till Karen got herself into the corner, kneeling in the same position she’d held in the middle of the room.
	Jane unlocked the door, and moved with the languid strut she’d first used, slinking behind her desk and sitting down in the overstuffed leather armchair there.  She pressed a button on her desk and said, “Bambi, Tammy, come to my office at once.”  Then she sat back, and swiveled the chair so she could watch Karen.   
	A soft whimper was all that came out of Karen as she lowered her eyes under Jane’s scrutiny.  She had very much been hoping to be forgotten, and her face was still bright red with embarrassment.  She sat that way, as the discomfort of being forced to remain in a kneeling posture eventually began to outweigh her embarrassment, until she was startled by the door unlocking, and being opened.  Two women entered, both of them brunettes, with their hair cut into a short bob.  They were both wearing little of anything, mere harnesses of leather straps joined by metal rings.  The harnesses supported their breasts but did nothing to cover them, nor did it cover their ass or crotch at all.  Both women wore a thick leather collar, with a sturdy D ring in the front.  As they came in, the took a few steps into the room and kneeled down with legs spread before Jane, clasped their arms behind their backs to better display their chests, and then bowed their heads quietly.  Jane sighed contentedly from behind her desk.
	“You see Slave?  This is how proper slaves act.  This is how you WILL be behaving in the future, though I’m sure you’ll need lots of training and discipline first.”  She leered down at Karen, who just stared back, in wide eyed disbelief, still too afraid of the whip, and rattled by her whole experience to protest.  Jane ignored her silent protest, and turned back to the two girls.  “All right girls, your Mistress wants a little show, play with each other a bit, and then fuck, for the viewing pleasure of the new slave and myself.”
	“Yes Mistress!” Both girls chimed, with a vapid enthusiasm that chilled Karen, as she knelt in her corner.  The two slaves turned, and nuzzled the other slave’s face for a moment, then they closed their eyes, and leaned in for a long, soft kiss, sinking down to the soft carpet together.  Her eye caught by a flash of movement, Karen was shocked to see Jane pull her skirt up, and openly begin fingering her bare pussy.  For one wild moment, she considered getting up and just running from the room, but Jane seemed to sense her desire, and the wicked look she fixed on the girl froze her back in her kneeling posture.
	Tammy was the first to break the kiss, sucking on Bambi’s lip, and rolling her over onto her back.  She nibbled her way down the girl’s neck, and straddled her waist.  Her lips found one of Bambi’s nipples, and Bambi arched her back and moaned as Tammy started sucking.  Bambi’s hands rose up, and twined in Tammy’s hair.  The two of them began to undulate slightly, rubbing soft bodies against each other while the various rings on their harnesses jingled quietly.
	Karen looked on in shock and fascination.  She was no virgin, but her sex experiences didn’t include anything even remotely like this.  It seemed so choreographed, and at the same time tender and loving, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.  A shiver ran down her form as Tammy and Bambi locked lips again, both moaning through their kiss as they rolled around on the carpet, holding close and tangling their legs together.  Soft moans emanating from the desk chair drew Karen’s gaze upwards, to the sight of Jane gazing down lustily, two fingers buried inside her sex and pumping slowly.  She shook her head in disbelief, the whole scene was too surreal.
The slave-girls on the floor had wormed their way around to the sixty-nine position, shivering in pleasure as they lapped slowly at each other’s shaven pussies, each one trying to remain in control despite her arousal, so that she could continue the show.  Karen felt a flush creeping across her cheeks, she’d never been with a woman before, and while she’d never really ruled it out, this was a bit more lesbian experience than she really wanted to deal with.  She was just closing her eyes when she heard Jane say…
	“Watch them or watch me, Slave, but do NOT close your eyes.”  Karen jumped a little, and fixed her eyes on Tammy and Bambi, just in time to see Tammy gasp as Bambi began sucking on her clit, and Bambi’s legs shiver and squirm as Tammy slid a pair of fingers into the other girl.  By the sounds of it, Jane was nearly there herself, and a few moments later she heard a shout of pure pleasure from the Mistress.    The slave-girls came to a stop, still squirming with arousal and frustration, but turning their faces, wet with each other’s juices, to watch their Mistress and get further instruction.  
	“Bambi, come over here and lick my pussy clean.  Tammy, you can leave.  Both of you are free to finish up after you go.”  Jane chuckled throatily, and held her legs well apart as Bambi crawled out from under Tammy and started carefully licking Jane’s shaven pussy lips clean.  Tammy pouted, but licked her fingers clean, and with a last lustful look at Bambi’s glistening sex, walked docily out of the room.  Bambi was dismissed a few moments later, and she practically ran out of the room, closing the door behind her.
	Karen supposed the girl was on her way to find Tammy and…. “finish” though the whole experience was hard for her to believe.  The sounds of the chair creaking interrupted Karen’s reverie, and she looked up at Jane, who was holding out two very wet and sticky fingers.
	“Come over here, slave, and lick these clean.”  Karen blinked in shock, and slowly shook her head.  Jane’s eyes blazed, her hand moved like lightning for the whip.  Karen had just enough time to shriek in fear before the lash caught her on the shoulder and chest, slicing down nearly to the soft skin of her left breast, and leaving a nasty red welt.
	“Still planning to argue?”  Karen shook her head, gingerly holding her shoulder, and crawled over to Jane, tears flooding her eyes again.  She licked hesitantly at the other woman’s musky fluids, wincing a little at the taste.  Jane raised the whip again, and Karen flinched, and licked more vigorously at the fingers, eventually admitting them to her mouth to suck on when Jane pressed them up against her lip.  Her face flamed again, and the tears rolled ceaselessly down her cheeks.
	“All right slave.  Now, we’ll fit you for a collar, and put you in a room.”  Jane opened a drawer in the desk, ignoring the blubbering sounds of pleading Karen was making, and brought out a thick leather collar, exactly similar to the ones the other slave-girls had been wearing.  She pushed Karen’s hair back and fitted the collar in place, making sure it was nice and snug.  The collar’s buckle clamped down hard on the leather, and Karen heard the soft click of a small lock settling into place.  
	Karen collapsed to the floor, sobbing and incoherently begging.  Jane smirked down at her for a moment, then pulled her skirt down, and pushed the intercom button on her desk.  “Tomas, come to my office.”  She turned back to the sobbing girl and grinned, turning her face up with the toe of one of her pumps. “We’re going to have a lot of fun, you and I.  Better get used to that.”

END PART 1

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