The Abduction of Monica 6: Collar and Tie

by Richard Alexander (Gromets Plaza)

(story continues from The Abduction of Monica 5: The Importance of Being Monica)

I turned to the window looking on to the Post Room, as Jillian and Emma entered it.  Jill was clad in a dress of fine black leather with a scooped neck that showed a teasing amount of pale cleavage.  The dress was sleeveless and reached to just above her knees, while matching high-heeled boots reached a few centimetres lower.  She wore matching leather wrist bands and carried a short stockwhip coiled in her hand.

Emma carried a red rose and wore a short white skirt and a white jogger’s top amply filled by her gorgeous breasts.  Though Emma was Chinese, in contrast to most of her countrywomen, she had breasts most European women would die for.  The ample top to Emma’s slender frame gave her an exotic allure that dominants loved, for her breasts leant themselves to all manner of bondage variations.  Emma’s long straight black hair contrasted with the smooth paleness of her skin and the white of her outfit, while Jill’s short straw-coloured hair did the same with her black dress.

“What are we going to see?” Sofiya asked, now standing beside me.  “What are they going to do?”

“I hope you’re familiar with the terms ‘Dominant’ and ‘Submissive’, Sofiya?”

“As in the roles? Yes, I understand them.”

“There is a lot behind doms and subs and their relationships.  I can’t tell you everything in an hour, not least because I don’t know it all myself.  But you need to understand how Monica thinks, and what her role as a Domme is.  The quickest thing we could think of to get you closer to Monica was to start with a collaring ceremony, where a Domme and submissive take vows of allegiance to each other.”  I knew I was going to sound like a professor, but there was simply so much Sofiya had to get her head round if she was going to be any use at all, and I had pretty gargantuan doubts where all that was going.

“You need to understand first that there’s no single way of doing this sort of ceremony.  What is said depends on the relationship – how long it has been going, what it involves – any number of things.  It’s a bit like a wedding vow – you can make it up to suit yourselves.  You should know that Jill and Emma are an item – lovers, you know?  Emma is submissive through and through, while Jill is a switch – one who can take either role, depending on the circumstances.  They’ve been together for several years, so… well, they understand things pretty well and obviously have a rapport way beyond the norm.  I suppose this is like reaffirming marriage.  I haven’t seen these two in a collaring ceremony before.  I think it could be rather nice.”

I broke off as Emma dimmed the lights in the Post Room so that there was some diffuse illumination from some uplights, but most came from a two dozen candles that she lit and placed in a circle about three metres across, exactly between the two posts.  Both girls stood outside the circle, facing each other across it.

“And what exactly is… collaring ceremony?” Sofiya asked again, her voice a curious mixture of uncertainty, curiosity and perhaps anticipation.

 “It can mean many things to many people.  The essence of it is that it defines a relationship at a moment in time.”

“Like a wedding?”

“Pretty much.”

”But no family present.”

I smiled. 

“No, definitely no family for this one.”

“Is this a standard thing? I mean, like reading words?”

“No.  Every ceremony is different.  It depends on the participants.  The fitting of the collar signifies the binding of the submissive to the Domme.  It’s a physical gift from one to the other, but in the knowledge that a much greater gift is then given by the submissive in return.

“You see, Sofiya, like any relationship, the most important thing is trust.  The subbie must trust her Mistress completely, but of course the Mistress must earn that trust.  Aside from the emotional side, there’s a much more intense physical side to this relationship than in any ordinary marriage.  When you’re hanging suspended from the ceiling having unbearably pleasurable – or perhaps painful – things done to you… When you can’t move, see, or speak… To say you have to have trust in your partner is a pretty big understatement!”

“I understand.”

She looked past me to where Jill and Emma faced each other across the rope circle, the candles casting multi-directional flickering shadows all round.

It was Jill who spoke first, after glancing in our direction, as though ascertaining that the audience was ready.

“Emma, do you come here freely and willingly?”

Emma gazed solemnly at Jill and replied in a low clear voice, slightly magnified by the microphones in the room that enabled us to hear through the one-way glass.

“I do.”

“Do you willingly place your mind, body, spirit and soul into my hands?”

“I do.”

“In entering this circle you will demonstrate a complete and total trust in your Mistress.  You must do so without hesitation, in the knowledge that your obedience will be expected without question, but also that punishment will not be meted out unjustly.  You must recognize that I will accept no flaw and that I will be strong and unyielding in my pursuit of perfection”.

“But you must know also that I will not use discipline without good reason, that I will always be open to communication, that I will be here for you through the good times and the difficult times.  I will protect and fight for you, and will never violate the trust you bestow upon me.”

Jill stepped into the circle, the light playing on her lustrous blonde hair.

“Emma, do you now join me in the circle?”

The Chinese girl stepped forward at once.

“Emma, do you have a tribute for me?”

Emma licked her lips.

“Dear Mistress, I give this rose as a symbol of my submission.”  She held out the rose to Jill, who took it as though it was made of fragile glass.  Emma knelt in front of Jill in a graceful, fluid movement, sitting back on her heels and placing her hands palm up on her thighs. 

“I do not give this lightly, but give it to my Mistress who can appreciate the gift and return it tenfold.  I will look to my Mistress for guidance and protection, for I know I remain incomplete without her.  My Mistress remains everything to me, as I am everything to her.  Her touch awakens me and her thoughts free me.”

As Emma spoke, I looked across at Sofiya and noticed that she wore a strange, dreamlike expression.

“I give my Mistress this rose as I give my Mistress my body for pleasure.  I take pleasure myself knowing that I have brought my Mistress happiness.  Only in serving my Mistress do I find complete freedom and joy.  Though her punishments may be harsh, I accept them thankfully, knowing that she has my best interests always foremost in her mind.”

Emma bowed her head as she finished and Jill stepped across to one of the posts, where a shiny steel collar hung on one of the eye bolts protruding from the wood.  She took the collar and walked around to stand behind the submissive.  Emma now raised herself off her haunches, clasping her hands behind her neck and pulling her mass of black hair on to the top of her head.

Gently Jill reached down and fitted the collar around Emma’s neck with a tenderness that was evident even to an insensitive type like me.  She placed a small lock through the hasp and staple where the two parts of the collar joined, and clicked it closed, before turning the collar so that the lock hung at the front.  Then, as though sealing a pact, she pulled a pair of black metal handcuffs from a pocket of her dress and carefully clicked them closed over Emma’s slender wrists, trapping her hands behind her so that they nestled at the small of her back.

“Emma, the placement of the steel bonds upon your body signifies that you have become at one with me, that our souls are entwined for a common purpose.  You may rise.”

When Emma got to her feet, Jill took her face in both hands and gave the Chinese girl a long lingering kiss that made her tremble.  Jill’s left hand slipped under Emma’s top and eased it up, displaying her best feature – something that never ceased to arouse me.  Mr Willy at once indicated that this was not going to be any different from usual.  Emma’s breasts were proud, the nipples erect as Jill caressed and licked them.  Her hand then dropped and slid under Emma’s skirt, roving for a long time in a succession of movements that caused Emma to moan softly and switch her weight from one foot to the other.  I barely heard the final words.

“Do you submit your body, mind, heart and soul?” Jill whispered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Emma sighed.

Jill seemed to come to her senses at this point, roused by the interaction.  She pushed Emma across to one of the posts and pulled down a pulley attached to the ceiling next to the post.  The pulley had a small hook on the end, which she hooked around the connecting chain on Emma’s handcuffs, before pulling on the rope.  As Emma’s hands began to go up behind her, so too her head went down, and soon she was bent over with her arms almost vertical above her.  Jill gave her a little push so that the back of Emma’s head, arms and spine came up against the post.  In a moment Jill had wrapped a rope around the post several times, securing Emma’s cuffed wrists against it.  Emma was now helpless, staring back between her legs.

The securing of Emma had taken only a minute.  I felt my blood quicken at the sight of the helpless girl bent over with her back to the post.  Abruptly the light went out in the Observation Room and I brought my focus back to Sofiya standing beside me.  I looked around, but there was nobody else in the room and neither of us had been near the switch, so I assumed it was a blown bulb. 

I turned my attention to Sofiya.  She had tilted her head back, her lips slightly parted, watching the movement beyond the glass with eyes that were nearly closed.  She seemed oblivious to my presence, her hands gripping the edge of the bench.

Jill had moved briefly out of the candlelight and had returned with a multi-tailed leather flogger and an inflatable gag.  Briefly she squatted down and slipped the gag into Emma’s open mouth, squeezing the rubber bulb until it made Emma’s eyes widen and her cheeks bulge.  Only then did Jill take the nipple clamps from her pocket and deftly place one on each hardened tip, prompting a faint moan behind the gag.  At least, I thought the moan came from Emma, but I was suddenly conscious of Sofiya breathing heavily next to me.  Her eyes were now fully closed, and her body was slowly stiffening, the dark silk dress tightening across her breasts. 

Jill stood close behind Emma and slowly pulled down the helpless girl’s white skirt.  Emma wore no underwear, and as the skirt slid to the floor in a heap around her ankles, Jill ran the flogger tails between the girl’s taut legs.  Emma shuddered, and Jill’s movements with the flogger became more regular, until she abruptly stood back and gave the exposed buttocks a hard slap with the tails.  There followed a methodical, rhythmical assault on Emma’s vulnerable body, about the buttocks, the tops of her thighs, the backs of her legs, and most of all between them.  Emma was making plaintive grunting sounds in time with the blows as her flesh slowly turned a bright red.  Occasionally Jill would stop to slip her hand between Emma’s legs and study the obvious wetness that was there.

It was hardly necessary for a commentary on what was happening, and I confess I became somewhat caught up in the moment.  I forgot Sofiya’s presence in the darkened room as Jill began to alternate a series of strokes with the flogger with much more pleasurable attention to Emma’s most vulnerable parts.  Emma was now subsiding into a quivering mass and I could see the nipple clamps dangling like a pair of big earrings, shaking in time with Emma’s body.  Finally Jill decided that her charge had had enough, and Emma’s gagged cries reached a fever pitch as she hopped from one foot to the other, clamping Jill’s probing fingers between her legs.  Jill pulled her hand clear and jammed a vibrator in its place.  Emma howled into the gag and tugged frantically at her bonds, the muscles in her legs spasming as she climaxed. 

Jill let her subside for barely a minute, before driving her up to the next orgasm, and then a third, before she finally undid the rope around the post and let the pulley down.  Emma collapsed on the floor gasping and moaning as Jill released the air valve on the gag and pulled it from the Chinese girl’s mouth.  A thick runnel of drool slid down Emma’s chin on to the bunched up top.  She seemed oblivious to the clamps still pinching her nipples as she propped herself against the post, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath.  Jill squatted beside her and shot an amused glance in our direction.

There was a soft sigh from beside me.  Sofiya was leaning hard against the bench, which was just below waist height.  Even in the gloom I could see her eyes were closed and her body was arched backwards, as though undergoing a stretch routine. 

“You okay?” I asked.

Her eyes snapped open and all the tension seemed to subside from her body as like water down a plughole.  Her face was flushed and a bead of sweat glistened at her temple.

“Urrrgh… Sorry. God, that was so intense… But it was…mmmm…”

I looked at her astonished at the realization of what I thought she was saying.

“Did you feel that?  Did you just have an orgasm?”

“You are very... forthright, Steven.  Are you normally this blunt with women you meet?”

“I…no – but…” I stuttered, embarrassed by what I had just said.

“Let’s just say that… when I am this close to someone… when I can tune in to them, and they undergo an intense experience, I can also experience a lot of it.” She smiled smugly – the expression of someone who knew that she had just felt something very pleasurable, the like of which I – as a mere male – would never understand.  She put her hand on my arm.  She was very touchy-feely, I thought, for someone who hardly knew me.

“That was nice.  I think I am starting to understand a little of what you do here, and a little of the dominant and submissive role.”

“Good.  But I don’t really think you’ve seen the half of it yet.  We have much more to show you.”  Her eyes widened slightly, as did her smile. “We should go to the store room to get you properly kitted out.  Let me just fix this light – this sort of thing annoys me.”  I pulled up a chair to stand on to reach the light bulb when it abruptly flickered into life and burned brightly.  I stared at it.

“Uh – that may be me,” Sofiya said apologetically.  “Sometimes this happens.  Electric stuff seems to go a little crazy around me.”

“Electric stuff?” I asked cautiously.

“Mobile phones, lights, ceiling fans, radios… Sometimes they come on or go off without warning.  Ever since I was a girl.”

“More likely your crap Russian wiring,” I scoffed. 

“Then you must have the same Russian electricians here,” she said lightly, as though she did not expect me to believe her, but she held her smile as she spoke.  I stood on the chair anyway and checked the light bulb, unscrewing it until it went out, then re-tightening it until it came on again.  Next she’d be telling me she could start cars from a mile away.

“Where are we going?” she asked as I held the door open for her.

“Show’s over down here,” I said.  “Jill and Emma will no doubt get all cuddly now.  You’ve seen a little of what we do.  Now you need to get back into Monica Mode.” Whatever that was.

I decided that if she wanted to do Monica impersonations I’d show this faker a thing or two about bondage. 

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01.06.09

story continues in The Abduction of Monica 7: Bound Meditation

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