The Perfect Team Ch. 02

I stepped out of the car and held up my hand to shield my eyes from the bright light. I growled under my breath and stomped towards the house. Mumbling to myself I cursed Jason, my partner in 'crime'.

I stopped at the door and closed my eyes. I took a deep relaxing breath, trying to calm myself down. I opened it quietly and stepped inside.

Our home was quite average, two stories and not very big. It was simple, quaint, comfortable ...normal. I walked up the stairs, casually sliding my hand up the rail and clicking my nails. I wore the mask of calm, but on the inside I was still fuming. I crossed the loft and went into the small right hallway and headed to our back room. Our play room.

I opened the door and my steady glare waned at the beautiful sight before me. I smiled wide and let my eyes roam.

My smile wasn't one of joy or happiness...it was wicked delight. My little captive was trembling still, but looked exhausted. She must have given up on screaming and escape because she hung almost limply and was quiet. Her eyes were puffy and red, but there were no more tears. Jason had only dared to take off her shoes so the tops of her toes were red from dragging on the ground, her wrists were red too from the thick ropes he had her slightly suspended from. Her pretty brown hair was a mess from her struggling. I couldn't help but stare at her and drink in the sight. She looked beautiful.

"Oh Jason...you shouldn't have!"

She looked up when I spoke and her face was... well...priceless. The shock, the fury from betrayal in her eyes as I stood before her. She was still in her clothes from last night though her black coat sleeves had fallen down to her elbows and the tie in the front had opened, revealing a purple low cut shirt. I stepped closer to her and her fight had returned, she was glaring at me, yelling, well muffling, profanities I'm sure, and wiggling her body as best she could in her fit of rage. I traced my hand down her check and rested it at her jaw. Her anger faded. She looked so scared, so... pathetic, as her situation dawned on her again. She quieted at my touch and the tears began to flow. I hushed her softly and reached around the back of her head to take off the ball gag.

She whimpered in fear and relief. Her eyes were still full of tears but she had stopped crying.

"Please..." she said softly. I looked at her sincerely and rubbed her cheek with my thumb

"Please what?" I corrected

She swallowed, trying to regain the courage to speak. She trembled again

"Please" She begged. "...Just let me go..." Her big brown eyes searched my face pleadingly. I frowned at her a moment, I could tell by the small amount of hope on her face that she mistook it for compassion. It was disappointment.

I backed away from her, considering how to explain this...error. I sighed then looked up and smiled cruelly. "That wasn't that answer that I was looking for, sweetie." I moved towards her quickly and grabbed her hair. She yelped as I pulled it tightly in my hand. "It's 'Please, Mistress.'" My voice went cold and I looked her in the eye as I pulled her head back "Understood?" She began to cry again, thin little streams of tears as she babbled desperately. I rolled my eyes and put the gag back on.

"And unless you learn to shut the fuck up you are going to wear this. Understood?" She nodded her head and continued sniffling. I eyed her up and down once slowly and turned my head towards Jason.

"Jason...Clean her up." I looked down at myself and scoffed. I was still in the same clothes from last night too. My fake victim outfit, that is. I figured since I looked just as rough as her I may as well do the same and go take a shower and change. I looked back up at him and I winked slyly "The faster you finish up with her...the sooner you can come join me".

He was always a sucker for shower play. I knew he wouldn't have enough time to clean her up before I was done getting ready, but I just loved to tease him. I was clean and ready to play with my new toy. I had never really cared for latex and leather. Corsets were OK, but I just adored lingerie. I put my hair up in a messy bun and slipped into a black and white baby doll. I grabbed my garter belt, stockings and heels and slid the soft black fabric up to my thigh and slipped my feet into the shoes.

I turned this way and that in the mirror and smiled. I suppose didn't look like the stereotypical 'Dom', but I preferred this kind of look...it was simple, cute, and sexy. I walked out of the bathroom and towards the play room again.

"Head up, slut."