Karens Betrayal

Exhausted yet still dizzy from the encounter, Karen made her way back to her room. She hadn’t had butterflies like these since secondary school. The possibilities and excitement of a man unlike any she had met in the intervening years sang in her head and tickled in her belly. Sternly telling herself to snap out of it, she took a quick shower, hastily prepared her make-up, donned a business suit, and completed the preparation for the morning meeting with an affluent client in the pharmaceutical business. Her company had written the programs used by Micropharm to build chemical templates and calculate the processes required for manufacturing into a commercial drug. Similar to all the others she had lined up for the week, today's visit was customer satisfaction work, putting a face to her business to receive praise or deflect dissatisfaction.

Cheryl took the call from Karen requesting an updated project timeline to pass to the Micropharm executive, smiling when she heard the note of tiredness and irritability in her tone.

“Late night? I hope I didn’t book you into another doozy of a hotel?”

“Oh no, the hotel's fine. I just didn’t sleep too well, maybe because I had a few too many last night.”

Cheryl silently congratulated herself, and also Bella because the most likely explanation for her boss’s hangover was that her friend was as good as her word. Soon Karen would face the worst career damning pictures and recordings she could imagine and the stuck-up bitch would get her dessert.

Cheryl and Bella had been friends for years, long before Bella started working at the fetish venue, before being a Domme was even a hobby. Cheryl had tried to show interest in her friends new lifestyle, but couldn’t connect with people in the pictures, although interested in the stories of the men and women whose downfalls were orchestrated for the hotels direct benefit, either to increase its minimum wage workforce or for a sum of money from an interested party.

Cheryl wanted the best possible service for Karen but there was no money involved, because her friend was happy to offer her services free of charge after reviewing Karen’s glamor model quality photographs for the dossier write-up.

“Not a problem, I’ll have the reports sent over immediately” and couldn’t resist adding “I hope you did nothing you might regret last night.”

“Yes, well I am sure I didn’t. Thanks Cheryl”

‘Cheeky little cow,’ Karen thought as she hung up the phone. ‘I really have to find a reason to get rid of her, or just give her to a department manager. I wonder if she would still be a sarcastic little tart after a year of chauvinism under the sales team.’

Memories of the previous night's escapes entered her mind unbidden during the meeting. The experience with Stephen had awoken a primal sexual force within her ‌she hadn’t felt before.  Perhaps some of the more selfish male partners of her past had elicited something similar, especially the ones who had used and carelessly discarded her. While sitting in the meeting room awaiting her slot with John Hanson, Micropharms technology director, she did something out of character. She got out her phone and sent Stephen a text, and as she did so she realized with a sense of embarrassment that she was chasing and not being chased.

Karen: “Did I leave you hanging this morning?”

A minute later her phone chimed.

Stephen: “Very much so, I don’t know why I let you leave.”

Karen grinned and thought for a moment, considering whether to risk embarrassment by allowing the tone to lower any further.  ‘Sod it’ she thought.

Karen: “What would you have done to stop me? Chain me to the bed?”

She cringed at her phone and waited anxiously for a response, wondering if she had already taken it too far.

The phone chimed.

Stephen: “You would have liked that wouldn’t you.”

Still grinning like the Cheshire, but now the tell-tale tingle of starting to get turned on.

Karen: “Maybe :P..”

Stephen: “What are you doing right now?”

Karen: “Waiting for a meeting, you?”

Stephen: “I want you to do something for me.”

Karen frowned at her phone.

Karen: “What can I possibly do for you, that I didn't do last night?”

Immediately, as if he had sent the message without waiting for a response the phone chimed back.

Stephen: “Go to the bathroom and remove your panties, put them in your bag.”

Karen stared at the phone. ‘OK, this is new…’ she thought, instinctively a little annoyed by the pervert, but with a moment's introspection noted the idea aroused her further. ‘Why the hell not? Let's see where this leads.’

Sitting in the meeting, she tried her hardest to focus on her customer and the lucrative contract he had entrusted to StoneWare, the lack of attention manifesting in the frustating repetition of “Can you repeat that?” after her gaze wandered into nothingness. For the most part, her business mind ran on autopilot, answering difficult questions and providing placations to concerns with undeniable confidence, but underneath she was frustrated, and couldn’t help focusing between her legs on the lack of material covering her pussy which she knew to be wet and feared staining the material of her skirt as she crossed her legs tightly.  She would Recross them each time her composure slipped and an unnerving cool breeze licked across her netherlips.  On making eye contact with her peers around the boardroom the insidious thought would creep bank into Karens mind unbid that they could smell her arousal, in turn leading to more blushing, and the undisputable understanding her counterpart could see her arousal induced blush would join the first thought and together further stoke the fire od titillating humiliation. By the time it was over the spiral of anxiety had reduced her mind intol turmoil.  When the meeting finally adjourned, Karen hastily made her smiles and handshakes before a self-conscious beeline for the door with short gait and quick strides and damp thighs that slid over one another.

Stephen was sitting at his desk in the staff office of the hotel organizing the coming gentlemens club event in the private function suite.  Currently decked out in a burlesque theme, the implements of discipline and restraint glossed over and barely seen among the lavish red and gold drapes, feathers and rugs.  The cages, x-frames, sawhorses, kneeling benches and padded restraint tables had all been carefully blended into the periphery with private seating booths, and chesterfield sofas, but the lighting such that eyes would be drawn to the king size corner beds.

Melissa stood at his side facing him in a short black skirt and blouse uniform making notes on a pad and offering the occasional suggestion. The skirt had ridden up her thighs due to their uncomfortably vulnerable  spread.  They were chained at the ankles above her 4 inch heels and held three feet apart by silver manacles attached to the floor.  Although very capable, and quite brilliant at times, Melissa was having to work twice as hard thanks to Stephens playful distractions.  While deciding the food, the entertainment, and invites for the regular guests who had yet to book tables, Stephen would occasionally raise a wand vibrator whenever she started to formulate an idea.

“You could serve the whoreSS...” Her voice pitched up as Stephen touched the powerful vibrator to her dripping sex.

“Yes?”  Stephen

“on a..” The sentence broke replaced by an unstoppable low guttural drawn “..urg..” of pleasure.

Stephen withdrew the wand.

“On a? Come on dear I haven’t got all day.”

Melissa marshaled her thoughts and refocused, she hadn’t been allowed to cum for a week now on Stephens whim.  She glowered at him, but refrained from complaint, breathed deep and started again.

“You could serve the hors d’oeuvres on.. ah..”. The “ah” froze in her throat and rolled from her lips wetly followed by a squeek of “please may I..” Stephen yanked the wand away.

“No. Bad. No coming.” He scolded as if addressing a dog begging for scraps.  Taking great delight in her pained features and glazed eyes.  “Now spit it out, you were describing the serving arrangements for the starts.”

“On a slave Sir.” Mellissa finally finished

“Great idea, and as you had the idea its only fair that you get to be the lucky slave.”

Stephen stroked the folds of her dripping pussy with the vibrator then tapped her clit to the beat of his words “Don’t. You. Think?”.

 Melissa had nothing coherent to say about it so he went on.

 “If you are this wet now then by the party you will make the perfect natural and healthy dip, maybe we can add a little seasoning too”

 The humiliation of being the starters table for the evening was lost, overridden by disappointment that she probably wouldn’t get to release her pent up needs for another two days when the party was scheduled.  Another two days of deprivation from satisfaction, forty-eight more hours of frustration, or countless, endless seconds of lusty thoughts purposefully fueled by the physical and verbal abuses of the cruel sadists she had once adventurously entrusted herself to.

 “Which other staff do we have and who is going to be our stage acts? Said Stephen, bringing Melissa back out of her pitiful introspection.

 “I don’t know, Mistress Bella should have got it over to us days ago.” Melissa replied, still dazed.

Stephen swore, stood up and stormed past his charge, evidently to find out what was keeping his slave mistress from her duties.

 Melissa tried to catch his eye as he passed, but failed and looked down forlornly to her bunched up skirt baring all and for all to see, above long spread legs chained to the floor by ankles perched upon tilted delicate feet in shiny black heels. Popping the writing pad under an arm and gripping each side of the skirt between finger and thumb she hopelessly attempted to pull the hem down to protect the last shreds of modesty she had managed to cling to, to be interrupted by the pause of thunderous receding footsteps.  Melissa froze, still gripping the hem nervously as the footsteps returned to come to a halt behind her. Her wrists were grabbed from behind and pulled together to be gripped tight by two strong hands, and a warm breathy whisper gently flowed into her ear.

 “Almost forgot, can’t have you succumbing to temptation now can we?”

Melissa heard a click as the outer bracelets clicked together like a magicians ring trick. The writing pad carelessly popped from the clutch of her armpit to be wedged in between her teeth.

“And don’t lose that.” Stephen added as he strode off again.

A defeated single syllable “K.” was the best response Mellisa could manage around the would-be gag. She dropped her head again, then thought better of it, tilting her head back slightly as if standing proud with her arms behind her and legs spread. A moment later she bared her teeth around the pad and forced her tongue to the floor of her mouth.  She knew the expression was wholly ridiculous, but also knew the consequences of dissolving the notes in her own drool would be far worse.

While walking towards Bellas apartment, Stephen wondered if Karen had gone through with his instruction and so pulled out his phone to check up on her.

“How did the meeting go? Did your employer find out what a wanton little slut you are?” He sent

“rude!”

“Take a picture of them”

“of who?”

“Silly girl, your panties.  So I know you aren’t fibbing” he sent.

Stephen was now standing outside Bellas door, he could hear one raised side of a conversation, although he couldn’t make out many of the words it was obvious Bella was annoyed and probably pacing back and forth by the way her raised voice faded in and out.

“Yes…It's not…be fine … need…. … Stephen ..youpied….” He heard through the door before knocking.

Bella’s voice became clearer as she came to answer.

“No I don’t think the bitch will be a problem then, and from what I have seen she has the kind of psychology he is attracted to…Hi. What can I do for you.” Bella said in surprise followed by a hurried “gotta go” into the handset before slapping the clam shell phone closed in her hand.

Stephen walked past her, looking around for mischief as he fearlessly invaded her domain.

“I see you let Penny out eventually.” he said.

“Ha, the little tart- if she didn’t have work to do I would have kept her all day and then some.” Bella sneered, “What about you Stephen, I hear you hooked a tasty little morsel in the restaurant last night?”

“Actually she’s quite a fine and refined lady, a very rare charm.” Stephen replied almost defensively.

His phone buzzed, it was a picture message of his fine lady looking sullen in a taxi holding her panties up next to her face.

“Very proper indeed.” He added with a grin.

Bella strained to see what Stephen was grinning at but he tilted the screen away.

“Give her to me for a few days and we will see about that.” She said hopefully.

“I don’t think so, I don’t think your crude methods would be able to crack a classy woman without shattering her.  It would be like taking a hammer to a nut.  No, I think I might prefer she doesn’t know about the other side of the Belmont at all to be honest.”

“That’s a shame, and I doubt you can keep it from her, but if you change your mind I am here, now what can I do you for?”

“What is the deal with the entertainment and staff for the gentlemens club night?”

“I sent the notes over to Melissa to write up last week, has she not given them to you?”

Bella lied, in truth she had been too busy indulging herself to do the minimal paperwork entrusted to her.

“No I have just come from Melissa, and thats not what she said, although I don’t think the poor girl knows whether she's coming or going, her brains are so addled recently.”

“Really? and that has nothing to do with this little game you have been playing with her?”

“Well if she can’t focus on her work while fulfilling her other duties, such as indulging me, then I think she needs a little re-education.  Failing to write up your notes and then passing the blame to you is completely unacceptable, no?”

“I will make sure she understands your feelings on the matter.” Bella grinned wickedly.

“ah, well, good, just don’t mark her.  She is going to be a starter tray.  Anyway, entertainment?”

“We currently do not have enough house slaves to fill all the decoration slots in the new function rooms, but I have contacted some of the attending members to confirm whether they are bringing slaves and if they would like to rent or give them out on the evening.”

“OK good, have you settled on the theme and entertainment for the evening?”

“Yes we have gone with water, we are going with a mermaid and water theme.  Gerry is rigging up the tanks we have in storage and the dungeon is the stage.”

“Excellent, it's going to be a ball I’m sure.”

“Great idea, The Undersea Ball but not one you would want to take your catch of a prom date too.”

Steven thought about this for a moment, picturing his ‘prom dates’ reaction before dismissing the idea.

Bella read his mind and a sly smile returned to her mouth.“You should invite her, you never know.” 

“Yes, maybe.” Stephen said, still lost in thought.

Bella closed the door and threw her back against it with a huff.  Maria had been sitting in the lounge listening to the exchange.

“Sounds like he’s completely smitten with her, maybe you are going to have to tell your friends the deal is off.”  Maria said as she straightened out the towel before wrapping her arms around her knees and rolling her neck three sixty degrees and back again.  She was stiff and tired after a night sweating in one of the isolation boxes but she didn’t resent her sister for it, Maria knew the score and nepotism wasn't tolerated.

“Yeah, he’s clearly smitten, but knowing Stephen he will probably do my job for me regardless of how delicately he thinks he is treating the vanilla lady.  Then I can just mop up his leftovers when he gets bored.” Said Bella.

“True enough, I couldn’t trouble you for some Ibuprofen could I Bell?”

“In the kitchen cupboard.  I’ll give him until Thursday, if there’s no progress by then I am going to take matters into my own hands but I hope it doesn’t come to that as I have no idea how I would gloss it over with Stephen.”

As soon as Stephen left the apartment he responded to Karen's picture message.

“Excellent, not that I doubted you.  When you pay the taxi driver, give him your knickers as a parting gift.” He sent, continuing back to his own apartment.  

It wasn’t until his lunch was brought up to him and he was sitting in his hot tub that he remembered Melissa would no doubt still be perched in the office, and probably getting quite tired.  He called Bella to let her know she needed relieving, but not to let her relieve herself.  

Karen stared at her phone in dismay, could she really do that? She put the phone down and picked it up again to re-read the message.  This was certainly very exciting but it was getting out of hand.  ‘Who does he think he is, I’ve been suckered into the games of a pervert I met last night.’  She thought and shook her head and decided she would get back to the hotel and check out.

As the car pulled up she felt the fabric of her skirt stick to her followed by a wave of embarrassment as she shuffled out of the back seat, turning back to the driver she handed over the fare and considerably more.  

“Thank you very much” he said

Karen tried to adjust her sodden skirt.  Pausing for a moment with a nagging sensation of something not done and autopilot took over.

“Wait, this is for you.” It was all she could think of to say as she handed over her moist and most private garment, before slamming the door and darting away.

Fiona wasn’t pleased to see the woman when she came through the doors, if she was as difficult as last time then she was in for another bout of pain and awkwardness, but her professional demeanor and smile never faltered as the rumble from the vibrator triggered by the woman’s entrance faded.  Karen Stone looked different somehow, she didn’t have the same self-assured walk, or perhaps her chin was not held so high.  In either case she walked hurriedly passed in the direction of her room with barely a glance in the receptionist’s direction.

Fiona’s sigh of relief was interrupted by a yelp from the office behind her which stopped Karen in her tracks, turning around to stare at the receptionist.

“Hic!” Fiona attempted.

Karen pulled a bemused ‘What is wrong with you?’ face at Fiona, shook her head and resumed her pace through the corridor.

The true origin of the offending noise was Melissa's mouth, after Mistress Bella used her cattle prod on the captive woman's right buttock.  Bella had a very large red ball gag poised at Melissa's full lips, the yelp was Bella's signal to shove it the rest of the way in and buckle the straps behind her head to secure with a small e-code lock.  

“Let me try and get this straight" She lectured, "you failed to write up the notes I sent you for the gentlemens club evening, and then you have the cheek to pin your fuck up on me to the boss?”

“I i eh ayye oos!” Melissa tried to protest

“You didn’t get any notes? Well if you didn’t get any notes that would mean I didn’t leave them on your desk but I know I did, which means you are calling me a liar.  Are you calling me a liar dear?” Bella taunted.

Melissa could feel her fear growing as she realised where this was going.  She was smart enough to know that she still had a choice even if it was not a good one.  Whether she was punished for not typing up the notes, or was punished for calling the Mistress a liar.  

She shook her head frantically to Bella's question.  "I us av oos em."  She tried to say, dribbling around the ball gag and knowing it safer to be disciplined for laziness.

Bella glared into Melissa's pleading eyes for a moment as a wicked thought slowly evolved in her mind and Melissa cringed as that grin spread across Mistress’s face.

“Or perhaps a mischievous someone wanted to undermine me and see you take the blame for it, maybe you were set up Melissa, do you think you might have been set up?

Melissa shrugged her shoulders.  She was no longer on firm ground and thought it best not to commit either way.

Bella reached down to give a little attention to the girls dripping slit and persisted with her monologue.  

“If you were set up then it obviously wasn’t your fault and I wouldn’t have to spend my entire evening making you regret it, then we put this whole incident behind us.  Yes?”

Bella's gentle caress was intoxicating and there was no escape with her legs chained apart as they were.  Melissa gave a throaty moan from behind the gag and nodded her head, her sex fogged brain think she could get out of this.

“So you were set up? Fiona is the only person other than Stephen and I who comes back here.  Are you saying Fiona set you up?”

Melissa's eyes snapped open as some sense of what Bella was saying made it past the desperation and pleasure stirred by Bella's touch.  She began to shake her head furiously.

Bella laughed “So you are changing your story and saying you weren’t set up, I don’t believe you, I think you are covering for your friend but we will get to the truth of the matter, one way or another.  I was looking forward to a quiet evening, now I am going to have to sort this mess out.” Bella sighed as she unlocked the shackles holding Melissa's ankles to the floor.

“Lying to me to cover for your friend, even after she screwed you over, very noble.  On the other hand if Fiona is adamant she didn’t set you up then that would mean you lied anyway to cover your own ass."

Bella gave Melissa's rump another bolt from the cattle prod and grabbed her upper arm as she stumbled forwards to guide her towards the back door to the office.

“Come on then missy, let's be having you.  We will have this sorted out in no time.”  Bella taunted.

Melissa let out a pathetic moan as she was guided to her fate.

When Karen arrived back in her room all she wanted to do was flop back onto her bed and catch up with some much needed sleep, but that plan was quickly derailed by a very short black dress with silver trim around the hem taking up the space on the bed where her body wanted to be.

A note sat on top.

‘Looking forward to our date this evening, be at the bar at 8.  Wear this.’

Karen picked up the note and turned it over to find more on the back.

‘And nothing else.  Stephen’

On the floor at the foot of the bed was a pair of 4” strappy black heels.  To Karen's surprise they were the correct size, although she was sure the dress would leave little to the imagination.

Fearing that a quick nap would only serve to make her more bleary than she already was, she chose instead to have a bath, shave and hair wash.

Walking carefully into the bar, feeling like she were balancing on her toes, she noticed Stephen standing where she had met him the previous night. The atmosphere was alive with jovial laughter and conversation, but Karen couldn't make out any particular dialogue amongst the cacophony.  Occasional outbursts of hilarity and annoying cackling cut through the hum, but the source evaporated into the background when she looked for it. She felt empowered as she closed the distance between them, her heels clacking loudly on the floor and pushing up her height, the hem of her very short dress showing off a pair of legs she believed every man ogling, and every woman jealousy registering.  Stephen turned as she approached and put his arm around her proprietorially, so she could fluidly lean in to kiss his lips seductively.  

Looking over his shoulder Karen was surprised to see John Hanson from the afternoon meeting casually standing at the bar sharing a drink with his PA.  They were both looking at her from over their drinks, John said something out of the corner of his mouth, and to her dismay, Karen realised she was the source of the earlier cackling.  Stephen had felt her body tense up within his embrace and looked around to see what had unnerved her.

“John!” He exclaimed.  “Come and have a drink, have you met Karen?”

Her unease doubled as the pair glided down the bar towards her.

John dived straight in. “Actually Karen gave us the pleasure of her company this afternoon, didn’t you dear?” and continued to Stephen before Karen could answer.

“Quite a little firecracker, funnily enough Louise here said she saw her knickers hanging out of her handbag, and she was fidgeting like she had ants in her pants, crawling up her butt through the whole meeting.”

Karen was gobsmacked, no one had ever talked to her with such disrespect, but instead of coming to her aid, Stephen just slid his hand down to her thigh.

“I find that quite unlikely as she doesn’t wear them” he said with a grin, punctuating the joke by running his hand upwards, lifting the hem of her skirt for everyone to see.

Karen slapped his hand away and sucked in a lungful of air ready to give him a mouthful.  Stephen spun her and pushed her firmly towards the bar and gave two hard spanks on her half visible curvaceous rump causing her arms to slap down on the bar.  

“Now now Karen, behave yourself.  Order us another round of drinks while we talk.” He said aloud.

This was utterly humiliating, stunned with outrage she tried to push herself up, but a hand on her back forced her back down over the bar, followed by another half dozen swats. Resting her forehead on the bar, she just let it happen, but as the beating stopped she kept her head down, but turned her flushed cheek to the hard wood.

Now in some simile of submissive autopilot, the humiliation and overwhelming control having short circuited any higher independent brain function, she locked eyes with the barmaid and banged an empty glass on the bar. 

The barmaid remained still as a statue, just staring back at her eerily.  In frustration Karen banged the glass on the table three times in rapid succession, but the sound it made was not right this time, it was hollow and almost incorporeal.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK’

The water of the tub sloshed around her as she woke up with a start.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK’

The dream faded and with it the confusion.  

‘Shit, what time is it’ She thought as she jumped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK’

“Alright I’m coming”

Karen opened the door to a girl holding a silver box in both hands.

“Master Stephen Olbeck has requested I give you this”

“Thank you.  What time is it?” she asked the girl as she took the case.

“Seven forty five.” The girl replied.

“Fuck, thanks.  I don’t have anything to tip, sorry."  she apologized as she said as she closed the door.

Inside the box were two bracelets with the ornate oval second ring on the edge.  The bracelets were nestled in a larger third ring, it was a necklace of sorts or perhaps a metal choker.  The choker appeared seamless except two decorative silver chains with a diamond in a silver clasp on the ends.  On closer inspection there was a small hole on one side, and looking in the box she found a matching pin.  The necklace opened with a small click when she pushed in the pin, on further investigation it appeared the bracelets opened the same way.  Underneath it all was another note:

‘I noticed your interest in the hotel's jewelry.  This is yours to keep.  I would be pleased if you wore it tonight’.

It was past eight o clock when Karen finished getting ready.  In the mirror her straightened blonde hair hung over her new choker, and the shoulders of the tiny black dress.  The hem of the dress barely covered the tops of her thighs and long taught legs, taught thanks to the 5” heels she was having difficulty tottering in.  'I look like a wet dream.' She thought to herself, almost in admiration, and smiling 'Or a total slut.  Oh well.  Too late to back out now.'

Walking to the bar was an exercise in dexterity for Karen, the new heels required a level of concentration that reminded her of her first nightclub forays.  The skirt joined in to reinforce the memories by constantly rising up requiring repetitive and awkward looking readjustment.  

Turning a corner she came face to face with a woman who Karen first thought might be a ringmaster in a traveling circus.  The outfit certainly had the same dramatic effect and judging by the way the brunette filled it she probably had a lot of muscle under that blouse, evident even with the corset covering her waist.

Moving slightly to the side set her on course to walk past the circus amazon.   Karen started to feel unease, perhaps caused by the sparkle of delight in the woman's eyes, or perhaps because she wasn’t making any effort to adjust her own position to allow the two to pass without colliding.

Seeing her in person Bella couldn’t resist putting the exec, their VIP, on the spot.   The self control borne of helping out a friend faded, even the money didn’t seem as important.  Karen looked so vulnerable, nervous, shy and embarrassed in that tiny dress, it didn’t take any special powers of deduction to work out the dress wasn’t hers, and therefore whom it probably came from.  

As Karen tried to twist sideways to slip past with a mumbled apology, Bella used the opportunity to effortlessly use one hand to pin her shoulder to the wall, mid stride and off balance Karen gasped and looked up into the woman’s eyes in fright.

“Well don’t you look like a treasure, meeting someone special?” Bella leered

Regaining some composure Karen forcefully responded..

“Let go of me.  Now.” With more conviction than she thought possible given the circumstances, but Karen hadn’t got where she was today from being meek in the face of adversity.

“Ooo so feisty! How much to spend the night with me instead, 500? 1000?”

Karen was about to attempt to shrug off the larger woman and force her way onward, but the insinuation took her completely by surprise.

“I’m not a prostitute.” she said weakly in shock, thinking ‘perhaps that’s why this circus host, no, this dominatrix, is being so rude.  She thinks I am a working girl.’

“Then why are you dressed like one?” Bella eyed her up and down settling on the top of her thigh, in the struggle the dress had ridden up again barely covering her naked sex.  The dominatrix reached down and gave the hem of the dress a little tug, allowing her index finger to stroke once through the frightened exec's wet slit.  

“You have the hotel's jewelry on, so if not a call girl then perhaps you ‘work’ here.   You must be new, let me help with your uniform.” She continued, and spun her so Karen faced the direction she had wanted to go but grabbed her other forearm behind back.  Karen felt the strain across her shoulder blades as both arms were forced out behind her back, followed by a ‘click’.  The unapologetic stranger let go but to Karen's shock she couldn’t separate her wrists which were locked together by the outer rings of bracelets. 

Turning back to face Bella, she commanded “NO. This is assault! Let me go or I’ll have the police in here.”

“You can try dear, but have you seen yourself?  they are not going to think I forced you into those clothes, or those cuffs.  Now come on, I am only playing anyway.  Sometimes I can’t resist a beautiful lady like yourself.  You were going to the bar no? run along or someone’s going to think you are not coming.”

“Thanks, but I would appreciate it if you let me out of these.”  Karen just wanted to get out of the cuffs, away from this mad bitch and back to her room.

“I can't,” Bella lied. “Perhaps the person that gave you the cuffs has the right key?”

A titter followed Karen down as she tottered down the corridor and shouldered her way through the door at the far end.

The bar was quiet, a few people were in the booths around the edge but only Stephen stood at the bar talking to the barmaid.  Karen tried to hold her head high and regain as much composure as she could muster, she had considered marching over to her date and letting him have it, but decided to try and salvage the evening instead and opted for a sultry catwalk strutt instead.

Stephen drank her in as she approached and pulled a face of mock concern at her glare.  

“Dare I ask?”

“Take your fucking shackles off me Stephen.”

“I see you found one of their practical uses, ideal for wild untamed beauties like yourself, no?”

“I was assaulted by a dominatrix.  Never thought I would say that but I am starting to see a theme in this brothel you call a hotel.”

“Brothel? This is a fine fetish establishment young lady, unique in fact, we have guests from all over the world.”

“If you insist.  Just take them off please so I can relax and have a drink, perhaps you can put them back on later.” Karen said, her cool starting to return as she relaxed and nonchalance shone through a cheeky smile.

“You’re twenty minutes late, for that I will take them off in 20 minutes.  What would you like to drink, I suggest something you can drink through a straw?” Stephen grinned.

“I don’t know, you choose.”

Stephen turned his head to the barmaid who dutifully scampered over.

“Southern comfort and lemonade, with a straw.”