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Part 12 - Tall, Blond and Bound
This is a work of fiction in 14 parts. It is the fourth novel
set in the same world as "The Training of Jeannie and Clair,"
"Blackmailed into Bondage," and "Staci Davis: Investigative
Slave." It is approximately the same length as the other three
novels.
Zebulon
No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong,
non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like
this kind of thing, don't read it.
Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca
All Zebulon's work is posted here:http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit
is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3)
I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being
posted.
(MF, FF, Bond)
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Part 12 - Tall, Blond and Bound by Zebulon
* * * * *
A week later the Eagle landed in Las Vegas to scope out some
local prospects. Here, more than anywhere else in the world,
tall dominant women seemed to flock in abundance. If this didn't
work out, his next port of call would be Amsterdam and then
Copenhagen. But Las Vegas might be preferable since Merilla was
originally a Southern California girl and English her first
language.
The Eagle was paired with a tough looking Dom named Karla
Bell. "Not Karla; not Bell. Karla Bell." On that she was
insistent. Karla Bell held a Master's Degree in Psychology and
managed a string of S&M clubs. She was the main Mart operative
in the region. She had lots of contacts and all the expertise
the Eagle lacked. Between them they would see if they could find
a suitable match for the contract.
After two days of looking at pictures, reading bios, and
talking it over, they settled on a short list of four prospects.
The Eagle had their pictures spread out across Karla Bell's desk.
"What do you think," he asked.
"They're all good." She tapped one. "She's definitely the
best. At least from her psychological profile."
"I agree," he said. "She looks to be the best physical
match as well. So let's look at her last."
"Last?"
"Yeah. If we look at her first it's likely to distort our
perceptions of the others." Karla Bell nodded thoughtfully. "If
we get to her last and still like her best," the Eagle continued,
"we can be pretty sure we've got a winner."
"Good enough. I'll set things up."
And so they went to some S&M shows. The first three women
were all excellent. Physically, any of them would do. One even
had naturally red hair, but as the Eagle had found out, that
wasn't an issue. Mistress Merilla had been dying her hair for
years. Personality wise, they were also good. One was a little
tame for the Eagle's taste and one seemed almost sadistic. But
Karla Bell assured him that either would train nicely. The third
woman was just a bit short for the part but she had the best
psychological profile of the three. There was no need to fly on
to Europe to look for a match.
Armed with this knowledge the Eagle and Karla Bell went to
see the fourth woman perform on the Silver Manacle stage.
* * * * *
Lori and Ted had been married for three years. In most ways
they were ideally suited. They agreed on just about everything;
they liked each other's families; they enjoyed the same leisure
activities. The only fly in the ointment was sex.
Lori was a plain-Jane, vanilla-sex type person. Ted was
into variety, spice, plus a whole lot more than just a little
touch of kink. He was especially fond of bondage and S&M. He'd
tried to get her interested in making their sex more varied, but
without luck. She didn't take it badly. She just didn't take it
at all a complete lack of interest in even talking about it.
And yet, Ted sensed a tiny something in her manner which
suggested hidden possibilities.
Lori loved him. Ted knew that. And he loved her. But he
knew he couldn't last forever on a strict missionary position
diet. He was afraid that sooner or later the marriage would bust
if something didn't change pretty drastically.
Ted usually came home right after work. But several nights
a month he would tell his lovely wife he was working late and
would frequent the city's S&M clubs with his best friend, Burt.
Too bad, Burt hadn't been a woman. They shared exactly the same
taste in sex.
The two of them would discuss his sex-life problem
endlessly. But all the talk seemed to go nowhere. Then one
night Ted got an idea. Dom Donner's act. If he could somehow
get Lori up on stage, . . . who knew what wondrous changes that
might lead to. Then Burt, who worked as a chemist for a
pharmacological company, had a brainstorm. They discussed the
idea for weeks before Ted finally decided to give it a try.
His wife was a big sports fan. So they started making bets.
Big ones. The winner named their own reward. He lost three
such bets in quick succession and had to clean the garage, paint
the house, and go shopping with her all day while she tried on
dresses. He didn't mind the big pay-offs when he lost. He knew
it would make it easier to collect when he won. And when that
day finally came, he told her she would have to accompany him to
a sex show.
* * * * *
Lori didn't know quite what to think. She had expected her
husband to ask for something sexual when he won a bet. In a way,
she was looking forward to it. After more than three years of
plain sex, she also was ready to try something a little new. On
the other hand, there was a big difference between something a
little new and a sex club. The idea of it frightened her. It
gave her exactly the same panicky feeling she remembered from
when she had lost her virginity.
Part of her problem was that Lori felt she was on a
pedestal. She had always been a good girl. And Ted had always
treated her that way. She felt a certain obligation not to ruin
the image. To show too much interest in sex, or even to talk
about it was just out of character. But for her husband to use
his bet to try something new, that put the responsibility
completely on him and left her with no choice. She liked that.
It wouldn't be her fault. Besides, she had been sure he would
only press the boundaries they had established by slow and
careful degrees. The upcoming trip to a strip show, as she
thought of it, was way more than she had expected. But she
didn't know how to get out of it.
So Lori called her best friend, Julie. They talked it over
and decided to invite her along if Ted would allow it. It would
give her moral support and perhaps the witness would keep things
under control. She expected Ted to protest, but instead he
seemed delighted. That worried her even more.
* * * * *
Then it was time to pay off. Lori and Julie spent most of
the day at the gym. They worked out. Then they sat in the steam
bath and commiserated with one another. Both were lovelygirls.
Lori was 26 years old. She was five-nine and built like a
swimmer. Her skin tones were dark resembling a rich tan. She had
nicely formed breasts and a terrific ass. She also had long
arms, long legs, and long brown hair. Her face seemed half
angel-half devil and very beautiful. Almost every man she met
wanted to fuck her. Almost every woman she met wanted to look
like her.
Julie was also beautiful but along different lines. She was
half a head shorter and had a very pale complexion. Her body was
more curvy than Lori's. She looked like a model in miniature.
She had a large sensuous mouth and large brown eyes. Her
shoulder length hair was golden brown. She had page-boy bangs.
She was 23 but might have passed for 18 in the right light.
Julie had volunteered to come along to the sex club because
she was sure Ted would never agree. When he did agree, she was
just as scared as Lori. Julie was practically a virgin. She had
only had sex once and that was when she was seventeen. It had
been in the back seat of a car and was such an unpleasant
experience that she'd practically sworn off sex ever since. A
little heavy petting and some front room groping was as close as
she'd come in the last few years. Truth be known, she was more
attracted to Lori than to any of the men she'd dated. And her
affection for Lori was completely platonic. She loved her, but
not in an inappropriate way. Any other feelings she might have
harbored were well submerged.
So now they sat in the sauna, wrapped in towels, trying to
boost each other's confidence. It was going to be all right.
How bad could it be? They just had to get through it. And Lori
had to stop making bets with her husband! That was for sure.
Some day they'd look back at this and laugh. And who knows, they
might even learn something interesting.
* * * * *
When they got back from the gym, Ted was waiting. He looked
positively eager. Julie had a panicky, last-second craving to
back out, but then it was too late. They stopped for dinner and
Ted ordered drinks for all three. But the girls sipped water
with their meal and their drinks went untouched. Both girls were
wound to the breaking point. He suggested a bathroom stop before
they left and the girls bolted.
Once they were gone, Ted removed his gift from Burt. It was
an experimental drug derived from the South American barrachera
plant. At first he was reluctant to use it on his lovely wife.
But Burt assured him it was well past the animal safety checks
and well into human testing. Besides, the drug lowered
psychological resistance and inhibitions. It repressed the will
and made subjects very suggestible. It was the closest thing to
a hypnotic drug in existence -- quicker, safer, and more reliable
than sodium Pentothal. It was also odorless, tasteless, and
there were no nasty side effects. If anything would get his wife
up on stage, this would be it.
The lighting in the restaurant was subdued, their table was
secluded, no one was looking. Just a couple of drops in each
half-empty water glass.
When the girls finally got back from the bathroom, Ted
excused himself to take a turn. He took his time. When he got
back his wife's glass was nearly empty. Julie had only half
finished hers. But, no matter, Lori was the important one.
* * * * *
The Silver Manacle was famous within the local BDSM
community for its wild shows. The theatre was the largest of the
clubs in the area and was divided into two sections. There was a
larger, general audience section ringing the stage at a distance.
And there was a smaller, inner circle of tables for audience
members who were willing to take part in the action. Inner
circle tickets cost double and the guests had to sign a detailed
waiver before being admitted.
Karla Bell had arranged for seats within the inner circle,
but the performers had been told to leave them out of it. They
had come to observe, not to play.
As they settled in, the lights went down, the entertainment
began. All the acts were good. A couple of them were excellent.
One girl would have been perfect for the Merilla gig if she'd
matched the physical requirements. But she was an oriental just
barely over five feet tall. She did however put on a wonderful
show with a male and female sub of her own plus two volunteers
from the audience.
Then it was time for the act they came to see -- Dom Donner
as she styled herself. The Dom strode out on stage with some
appropriate theme music playing in the background. Her physical
presence was almost overwhelming. She was just over six feet
tall with large breasts and a tremendous physique. Her Mart bio
said she swam three miles a day, bicycled, and worked out in a
gym. She was dressed in a black latex body suit that hugged her
curves to tremendous effect. Her hair was dyed platinum blond
and she was wearing purple contact lenses. She was impressive as
hell.
As the Dom studied the inner tables she wore the expression
of a hungry tiger deciding what to kill for dinner. She gave
Karla Bell and her guest a quick nod and just as quickly ignored
them. They were off limits so of no interest. But tonight she
was going to have fun.
Shortly before the show a conservatively dressed man had
found his way backstage and asked her to pick his wife and her
girlfriend for her act. He'd seen some of her other
performances. Donner wasn't interested until the man showed her
a picture of the wife. Then he told her his wife's story and
that made it even better. So the wife needed her horizons
expanded. She had lost a bet and was paying off. And she had
brought a friend for support. The man said he'd prepared them
both to make sure they were willing. Donner didn't want to know
anything about that. But she took another glance at the picture
and asked what the friend looked like.
"A real honey," the man said.
She handed back the picture without comment but decided if
they played along, she would use them. The Dom had a weakness
for honey.
When Donner started her act she stalked the inner circle of
tables. She made her rounds, raked nails along random necks,
pinched an occasional nipple, and favored the best looking guests
with rapacious glares.
By the time she reached her targets the audience was hungry
for action. They had come to see power, mastery, dominance, and
of course lots of sex. That's what they were going to get. The
Dom had no trouble identifying the man and his two women. He
looked eager - expectant. The girls looked a little dazed and
more than a little fearful. Neither seemed drunk, but there was
something slightly zombie-like about them, especially the wife.
The man was right, however, they were both honeys. And it looked
like they would play along which was all she needed to know.
Donner felt her juices starting to flow. She stood arms
akimbo and stared down at the two women. Lori and Julie looked
like they were trying not to move in the hope of going unnoticed.
Donner walked around the table and stood between the two girls.
She hovered over their seated forms. A large hand came down on
each shoulder. They looked apprehensively up at her. Grasping
handfuls of fabric she practically lifted them out of their
chairs. "I think you two better come with me."
This was the brief moment when the women might have said,
'No.' There was no legal requirement that inner circle guests
participate. But it was part of the bet; if they were chosen,
they had to go. Ted had explained how one or both of them might
end up in the show, but had said it was a real long-shot
possibility.
Lori seemed incapable of coherent thought and Julie was far
too intimidated to say anything at all.
* * * * *
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