by Bambi
I
managed to reach the living room without incident, with no sign of Mistress. I
caught a glimpse of Jeanne, but when she saw my girlish gait, she just smiled
approvingly.
Slowly
opening the door I peeked inside. Nobody there. I looked over my shoulder, then
entered.
I
found the next clue easily. It was inside a small black box on the lush sofa
where Mistress had made me come three times in a row.
Attentive
for any signs that Mistress might be approaching, I opened the small box. I
found a small statuette inside.
It
was cheap plastic, but easily recognizable. It resembled a lion on a pedestal.
I looked for other details, but found none.
A
lion, what could that refer to? It was the heraldic animal of the Rosenberg
family, obviously. But I could not remember seeing any representations of the
animal around the estate.
Except
for... the main gate! When we drove up the mansion, we passed underneath a gate
with a gold lion on a shield. The next clue had to be there.
Exactly
how many more clues were there? I pondered for an instant.
No
time to worry about that now, though. I scampered for the door and hurried down
the corridor. My steps echoed along the ancient walls.
“What
might that be? A pretty little sissy prancing in her cute heels?” I heard
behind me. Startled, I halted. Mistress' footsteps of doom broke the silence.
She had located me, and was approaching fast. “Why, I must meet her.”
I
gasped, then hurried forward. I had to shake her. I fought against my bonds,
trying to increase my speed, but it was of no use.
I
hurried towards the door to the main entrance hall. I did not hear Mistress
round the corner behind me.
“Why
there you are, little girl. I've been
looking all over for you.”
I
looked behind me over my shoulder. My bonnet mostly blocked my view of her, but
I caught a glimpse of her whip.
A
hard snap resounded through the corridor. “Move that ass, girl. You do not want
to fall into my talons,” she said sniggering.
I
frightfully moaned and groaned into my gag. I gave it everything I had, but my
bonds just did not let me go any faster. With every step Mistress drew closer.
But
I had still some distance on her. I reached the door of the main entrance hall
and hurried inside. I closed the door and leaned against it. Mistress steps
drew ever nearer.
I
thought about blocking the door, but decided against it. Mistress had managed
to overpower me each and every time, so it wasn't likely to stop her now.
Especially not in my bonds. I looked at one of the wooden tables along the
wall, elaborately carved, but massive and heavy. No way I'd be able to move it.
I
looked at the massive front door. I might be able to reach it, get outside
before Mistress entered. Once outside I could...
Then
I shook my head. I could, what? She'd just overtake me there. I needed to shake
her pursuit first.
I
rushed over to one of the other doors in this wall and opened it. If I went in
the opposite direction, I might lose her.
As
silently as possible, I slipped through and closed the door behind me. I was
now in a room bordering the corridor Mistress was in. Watching the closed door
that opened to the hallway, I held my breath, then sighed quietly as I heard
Mistress walk past it towards the door to the main hall.
I
allowed myself to smile. She didn't know I was here. She had taken the bait!
Once she entered the entrance hall, I'd slip into the corridor and go the other
way. As silently as possible in heels, I sneaked towards the door. I heard
Mistress open the door to the main hall and closed it again.
This
was my chance! I opened the door and silently stepped into the corridor.
The
air suddenly snapped before my eyes, stopping me in my tracks. I yelped as a
wicked sting hit my left tight, making me hop into the air. Then a whip curled
around me and wrapped itself around my thighs. It pulled hard at me and drew me
towards the other end of the corridor, where Mistress was waiting.
She
was standing in front of the door to the main hall, both hands holding the
handle of the long bull-whip as she pulled me closer. Her wide smirk revealed
her pearl white teeth.
She
yanked hard on the handle, and with a shriek I tipped over and fell backwards
into her waiting arms. She wrapped the tail end of the whip around me, pinning
my wrists at my sides.
She
whispered into my ear. “Word of advice, silly girl, no point in doubling back
if everyone can hear you move about.” She chuckled. “Heels are not made for
sneaking about, you know.” I shivered as she bit me softly between neck and
shoulder.
With
one hand she grabbed my neck, with the other she kept tension on the whip that
was still wrapped around me. Then she pushed me against the wall, forcing me to
learn forward, head and shoulders against the cold stone.
I
couldn't see her due to my bonnet and collar, but I felt her standing behind
me. With her feet she pushed my ankles outward until the chain connecting them
was stretched. She pushed her crotch against my panties, moving the dildo
already inside of me further in. I groaned as I felts its ribs move past my
sphincter.
“Patience,
my dear. First things first,” she said sweetly. With a flick of writs the whip
became slack and uncoiled itself. She grabbed my wrists, and though I resisted
(at least, I hope I did) she effortlessly pulled them together until my wrist
cuffs touched. I heard a click. “There we are...” She said and let go. I pulled
back, but my hands would not come loose.
I
muttered something in my gag, but Mistress ignored me.
Her
hand moved around me and over my nipple, softly rubbing it. “Ill conceived and
executed your little deception may have been, I do appreciate the effort. I
love it when a sissy offers me good sport. Besides, you should have seen the
look on your face when I reeled you in. I didn't actually think you would fall
for the old 'open-and-close-the-door-without-passing-through' trick.” She was
sniggering as she said it.
Suddenly
she pinched my nipple, making me grunt, followed immediately by another hard
push against the harness in my panties. I moaned. Then she rubbed my breast
again, and released the pressure on my back.
She
repeated this cycle a couple of times. I uttered a combination of lustful
moans, angry complaints, desperate supplicates and humiliated cries that were
all rendered unintelligible by the pacifier locked in my mouth.
“Yes,
you like that, don't you? You dirty girl.” Mistress said laughing.
And
to my unending horror, I did feel myself get hard again. I put increasing
pressure against the inside of the constricting gaff. I didn't even notice
Mistress pushing on my behind anymore.
And
again, she suddenly stopped. Dazed and confused, I gasped as he pulled me
upright and guided me towards the door to the entrance hall.
“This
is where you were going, wasn't it, girl?” She said as tapped the door. “Here,
let me open it for you. I suppose you are a bit 'tied up' at the moment.” She
made a remarkably girlish giggle. “I always
wanted to say that!”
She
urged me into the large hall, holding me upright when I was just about to lose
my balance.
“That
is four down, two to go, Cheryl. You are doing fine. You might just win this
thing after all,” she said with a smile that I couldn't decide was reassuring
or just mean. “Remember, ten minutes. Use them wisely.”
And
with that, she closed the door, leaving me alone in the hall. I heard her steps
move away from me down the corridor.
For
a minute I contemplated my situation. I was wearing the most ridiculous
feminine attire, extreme high heels, and I was tightly bound, gagged and
plugged. I could barely move about and yet was expected to fulfil some insane
quest!
And
also risked suffering an even worse fate if I didn't make the most of it. At
least I knew where to go next. I sighed. Better get to it, then.
I
hobbled over to the great wooden entrance door. It looked massive enough to be
a castle gate. How was I supposed to open it tied up like this?
I
turned around, and with my hands locked behind my back I took hold of one of
the great brass handles. I pulled, but nothing happened. I pulled again,
putting my weight behind it. My heels slipped over the smooth marble.
Then
I twisted my ankle, and lost my balance. I managed to break my fall by holding
onto the handle, but still landed on my bottom, causing the dildo to push into
me. I groaned in shock and frustration.
I
sat there for a moment, leaning against the wooden door while the cold of the
marble floor crept up my pantied behind. I tried to get up, but I couldn't get
any weight on my stiletto's. They just slid away on the smooth floor.
I
wasn't going anywhere, I realized. I slumped back against the door.
Then
from somewhere, anger and frustration took over. I groaned furiously into my
gag, pulling my arms and kicking my legs. I squirmed and wriggled desperately
to get my bonds to loosen. I pulled as if was capable of shattering them. They
didn't slacken one bit though.
I
shook my head to get the gag out of my mouth. More then anything I wanted to
scream. Vent weeks of frustration. Curse at everyone who got me in my current
position.
Finally
something loosened. My bonnet come loose at the back, and its wide rim fell
over my eyes. Taken by surprise, I halted my movements. For all my efforts, I
had only managed to effectively blindfold myself. Defeated, I slumped back to
the floor.
I
heard a noise from outside. “What's that ruckus?” Bernadette said.
I
couldn't see it, but heard the heavy brass lock being turned and the door creak
as it opened. Then the maid stepped inside.
“Cheryl?
What are you doing on the floor?” She asked with a tone that betrayed her
incredulous amusement. “Silly girl, you'll mess up your lovely outfit. Up now,
sissy.”
I
grunted meekly in confirmation. I moved my legs to show my commitment, but it
was just as helpful as last time. I gave a pitiful sob.
“It's
all right, deary. Here, let me help,” the maid said.
I
felt her arms move under my legs and behind my back. Then she lifted me from
the floor. I still couldn't see anything, but imagined how I was laying there
helpless in her hands. I heard chains dangle as I squirmed in her grip.
“Relax,
girl. I got you,” she simply said.
I
felt her put me upright on the floor. “Watch it, Cheryl. Put your feet down,
the weight on your heels. Now stand up.” I did as I was told “Very good.
Careful now, I'm letting go of you.”
I
managed to keep my balance, and uprighted myself. The chains jingled a bit as I
made some sudden corrections. I could almost feel Bernadette carefully
inspecting my appearance, so I made sure my posture was as submissive as my
bonds allowed.
“Oh,
you naughty girl. There is dust all over your pretty dress.” I felt her wipe
the fabric of my outfit. The fact that the bonnet was still covering my eyes
was obviously of secondary importance. She also couldn't help herself from
poking at the back of my panties, making me shudder.
She
finally lifted the bonnet and pinned it back in place. I blinked as light
suddenly blinded me, then the tall maids grinning face appeared in the white
haze.
I
felt unsteady on my heels, and had to mind my balance. Focus, Cheryl! I
thought. Then I admonished myself for addressing myself with my sissy name.
“Look
at me, girl,” Bernadette said. I obeyed. She took hold of my chin, and turned
it from side to side. She brushed away something beneath my left eye, then
smiled contently.
“You
look fine, but no more romping on the floor, understand?” I nodded.
“Very
good.” She reached around my head and tightened my gag a little bit more. “You
wanted to go outside, yes?” My eyes widened as I realized how much time I must
have wasted. I nodded furiously.
The
maid smiled and opened the massive portal. “Of you go then. Have fun, girl.”
I
bobbed the best curtsey I could manage while tied up, much to the amusement of
Bernadette, then minced through the exit.
“I'll
leave the door open for you, Cheryl.” The tall maid called to me. “Be careful.
Next time I might not be there to pick you up again,” I heard her say as I
carefully descended from the granite steps and onto the driveway.
I
could see my goal from here. The driveway curved around a statue and then
straight towards the main gate where the gold lion reflected the afternoon sun.
But
it might as well have been on the moon. In my current bondage it would take me
forever to get there. But what choice did I have? I minced forward.
It
was tiresome, but at least the asphalt gave my heels plenty of traction. But
the gate didn't seem to get closer one inch. I turned around and noticed I had
barely passed the statue. The mansion still loomed before me. Ancient and
forbidding, its stone walls claiming a proud history and magnificence that made
me feel very small. How could I possibly escape someone who lived in a place
like this?
Then
I saw the chest. It was standing next to the pedestal of the statue. I blinked
in disbelief, until I focused on the statue. It was of a lion. The marble
animal rested in watchful vigilance on the pedestal. Clearly the previous clue
represented an actual statue.
I
couldn't help smiling. I was about to waste my time on a wild goose chase, but
basically stumbled on my goal. Such luck! Now I had to make the most of my
fortune.
I
squatted in front of the chest. It was difficult with my hands tied behind my
back, but after some fidgeting I got the lid of.
Inside
I saw a doll. A rather disturbing one, I might add. It was old, I think, made
from porcelain, with a very pale face and a head too large for its limbs. It
was wearing a frilly pink-and-white outfit.
But
it was the bonds that really creeped me out. It's hands and feet were tied
together with string, and its mouth covered with an improvised gag.
I
gasped when I saw the letters on its apron. It said 'Cheryl'.
I
would have backed away if my bonds had allowed it. Clearly this doll
represented me. I felt aghast. Is this how they see me? Was I just a fragile
doll to them, one that you can tie up at your leisure? It is true that for some
time now I had been running around feminized, bound and gagged, but somehow I
felt like only now I saw my reflection via this warped mirror that the
realization of my predicament really hit home.
I
took a deep breath to calm myself and order my thoughts. This was nonsense, I
thought. It is just a stupid doll for a stupid clue and it had no stupid
metaphorical meanings. Get a grip, Cheryl!
I
shook my head. Carefully this time, making sure I wouldn't dislodge the bonnet
again. Okay then, a doll that represented me. In a dress and in bondage. What
could that mean? I considered the possibilities.
The
bondage could have hinted to the penalty box. But I had already been there and
doubted they would send me to the same location twice. For the same reason I
rejected the dressing room.
That
only left my own bedroom...
I
turned around and minced back towards the mansion, making sure the creepy doll
was well outside my field of vision.
I
knew it was dangerous. I had no idea if Mistress had resumed the hunt, and no
doubt she would start tracking me from the place where we last met; the
entrance hall. And here I was hobbling straight at it. I could be mincing right
into her claws. But if there were other options, I could not see them.
It
took me a lot of effort to climb the low granite steps leading up to the
entrance, but I managed. True to her word, Bernadette had left the gate open.
My heels clicked sharply with every step. Undoubtedly, anyone inside could hear
me approach. Still, I stopped behind the door frame and peeked inside.
Mistress
wasn't there. I saw Jeanne though. She was cleaning one of the tables that
lined the walls. She turned to me, shot me an amused smile, then turned back to
her duties.
I
stepped inside the mansion and minced towards the main staircase beyond the
platform. I didn't rush despite my sense of urgency. Instead I focused on
looking as submissive and girly as possible. Her attention appeared to be aimed
solely on the table, but I had no doubt that Jeanne was secretly observing me.
Watching for any sign of me behaving improperly.
The
entrance hall is quite possibly the biggest in the whole mansion, and with my
current pace it took me quite long to reach the staircase. I tried to look as
feminine as possible, but could not hide my nervousness. I felt like any moment
Mistress would appear from one of the many doors that lined the walls.
I
sighed when I finally reached the first step. At least I managed to cross the
hall without incident. Then my hart skipped a beat as I noticed my next
problem.
How
on earth was I supposed to climb the staircase?
The
steps were twice as high as the ones outside. It was difficult enough to descend
it when my wrists weren't tied, and that got me a spanking to boot. In my
current state I wouldn't even be able to hold the rail on the side.
I
squirmed as I tried to raise my foot. The chain connecting my ankles was just
long enough to reach the next step, but with my knees tied together I couldn't
get my weight on the other foot. I felt my torso swing as I couldn't use my
arms for balance.
“Whoa
there, girl! What do you think you are doing?”
I
froze instantly, hearing Jeanne walk up to me.
I
silently groaned. I had messed up, behaved improperly. Now Jeanne would punish
me too. With a resignated groan I turned towards her and bobbed a fettered
curtsey.
She
ignored it as she stepped in front of me, shaking her finger in a 'tut-tut'
gesture.
“Silly
girl,” she said sternly but not without some kindness. “It's dangerous to climb
the stairs like that. Do not try to
do so again! Promise? Just nod, sissy. Good. You wanted to go upstairs? Then
let me help you.”
She
put her arms around me. “Now put your foot up. Good. Do not look to your feet,
look forward! Don't worry, I won't let you fall. Now pull your other foot up.
Yes, that's it. Good girl.” And with that, step by step, she escorted my to the
first floor.
“If
you need to go down, there is a chairlift down that corridor.” Jeanne told me.
“I do not want to see you on stairs again, or a broken leg will be the least of
your worries. Understood? Now, go get-em, chéri.” She slapped me on my behind,
making me yelp. She laughed when she descended the staircase again.
I
turned towards the right, and skittered down the corridor. I knew the general
direction of my room, but the corridor twisted and turned as I moved through
it, revealing the various sections built, torn down and restored to the mansion
without rhyme or reason. Twice I ended up in a dead end that seemed to exist
for no reason but to frustrate me. Finally I reached the part I recognized. My
room was near.
The
carpet muffled my heels, but I made sure I was as silent as possible when
reaching my door. I listened for any sounds in the room, for signs of a trap.
Nothing, though that wasn't much of a guarantee. With my bound hands I managed
to turn the handle and open the door. I looked inside.
I
couldn't suppress a delighted squeal. My reasoning had proven sound. On my bed
I saw a box. The next clue. Turning left and right, making sure I was alone, I
entered the room and scampered over to my bed.
The
box was gift-wrapped with an ornamental bow, which was deceptively hard to
remove with my hands tied. But after some annoyed fidgeting, I got the lid of.
Inside
was a picture. Old and worn, placed in a gilded frame. It was in black and
white, and depicted an old man with a large moustache. Standing in a garden, he
leaned on his cane, but his posture radiated power. Some text underneath read
'Otto von Bismarck, 1888'.
I
groaned. I had no idea what this meant. The name sounded familiar, but where
have I heard it before? I tipped over the box and the picture frame fell out. I
saw the post-it stuck on the back of the frame. 'One more clue...' It read. My
eyes widened.
I
was close, and Mistress still had to catch me twice. I could win this!
But
I had to make sense of this clue first. I couldn't gain any more information
from the picture. The man was standing in a garden, so that is where I decided
to go next. It was a bit of a longshot, but perhaps I'd be lucky again.
I
minced out of my room and towards the lift that Jeanne mentioned. It took me
more time than I cared for, but at least I got there unopposed.
It
was a simple chair on a rail that spiralled around a winding staircase, with an
electric motor for movement. I sat down, careful not to disturb the dildo in my
rear, and once I was sure I wouldn't fall out, I searched for the activation
button.
The
controls were on the arm rest, which I couldn't reach with my arms tied behind
my back. I had to press the 'down' button with my nose.
The
chair came to life, and with a whirring sound it started to move. It was
painfully slow, and I was sure that I could outrun it even in my hobbled state.
But at least it was reasonably comfortable.
I
was halfway between floors when I heard her. “Sissy Cheryl, where are you?”
Mistress called out. “Are you at the lift, by any change?”
Oh
no! She had heard the motor run. I couldn't determine how far she was, but I
had to get moving. Come on, you piece of scrap! I mumbled to the chair. Move
faster!
“Are
you sitting comfortable in that chair, my dear?” Mistress spoke again. She was
closer now, that was certain. “I have another chair. It is waiting for you in
the penalty box. It is quite a bit less comfortable though. You will love it,
I'm sure. I will certainly love it.”
I
got out of the chair before it came to a complete stop, almost losing my
balance. I was about to hurry down the hallway, but paused for a moment. I
turned around and bent over the chair's control panel.
I
pressed another button with my nose and sent the chair up again. It would block
the narrow staircase and the engine might just drown the sound of my heels,
buying me time.
Then
as fast as I could (while still looking girlish, obviously) I skittered down
the corridor.
“Oh,
clever girl...” I heard Mistress say frighteningly close.
**********
I
reached the garden via a servant's door at the side of the mansion, where a
path started that led towards a group of trees. This part of the garden was
much less meticulously kept compared to the lush sections behind the mansion.
Here the trees and bushes looked much wilder, branches hanging close over the path.
With some luck no-one would notice me here.
I
hurried down the garden path, until I heard only the clicking of my heels and
the rustling of the leaves in the wind. When the mansion was out of sight, I
stopped. I was pretty sure I had evaded Mistress, but now I had to find a
destination.
I
had difficulty thinking, feeling very tired. The stress of the hunt, the strain
of my bonds, they started to take their toll. Unable to form a half-decent plan
or even just a good idea, I simply decided to keep moving forward.
Unsure
what to to and where to go, I wandered through the garden. My vigilance must
have slackened as well, otherwise I would not have turned that corner blindly.
I
walked onto the grass field with the pond in the middle with the beautiful flowers
on its bank where I had found a previous clue. The chest was gone. Instead, I
saw Mistress relaxing on the park bench, enjoying the afternoon sun.
I
had approached her from behind, so I was out of her field of vision. She made
no movements or acknowledge my presence. She hadn't noticed me, not yet anyway.
I
must have stopped breathing. My heart sounded like it was about to jump out of
my chest. I just stood there, completely frozen, too afraid to move. I was sure
the slightest sound would alert Mistress to my presence. The ruffling of my
skirt in the wind sounded like a banshee howl, my chains like church bells.
I
only dared to turn my eyes, which shot to the whip that was laying over the
back of the park bench, its handle in easy reach for Mistress. I was at a loss
what to do next. I remained fixed in place.
“This
is the part where you run, Cheryl,” Mistress called without even turning
towards me.
I
felt the blood withdraw from my face. She knew I was here! I grunted in my gag
in shock and surprise.
“You
go ahead, girl. Let me enjoy this lovely weather a bit longer.” She turned
towards me. She smile was terrible to behold. “I'll be with you in a moment.”
Slowly
I stepped back, unable to break eye contact. She looked at me like a hungry
tiger ready to pounce, and I was sure she'd jump me the moment I turned around.
I
saw Mistress roll her eyes and grab her whip. She swung her arm with an
intricate movement, and the tail danced around her in the air. Then it snapped,
louder than before. And again, cracking like a thunderbolt.
That
did it. I Panicked and turned around, skittering in the opposite direction. I
hardly noticed where I was going, I just wanted to get away from her. I think I
called for help as I tittered down the garden path, heels clicking frantically,
but my wails of fright and distress were properly muffled by my gag.
I
couldn't run in my bonds, reduced as I was to a pitiful mince. Soon I heard
Mistress' steps behind me. Powerful, determined, and approaching fast. I tried
to shake her, turning corners, but my heels betrayed my location with every
step.
A
crack of her whip announced she had caught up with me. “I see you, girl,” I
heard her say. I wanted to go faster, but I couldn't. My bonds just wouldn't
let me.
Another
sharp bang cut through the air. Then a creaking sound, that turned into a
snapping one. Despite myself my curiosity took over and I stopped to look. I
saw Mistress standing there, holding her whip, looking up expectantly. I
followed her gaze.
I
saw the canopy of the tree we were standing under. One of the lower branches
had an awkward angle. Then I saw it move, twist, then break of whole. It fell
down right before Mistress feet. She looked at it contently.
Her
gaze fell on me. “Not bad, isn't it, Cheryl?” She said with a fiendish smile,
holding up her whip. My eyes widened in dismay. Her whip had cut right through
the branch!
She
stepped over the branch and continued her pursuit. I turned around and resumed
my desperate flight. My fear would have given me wings if my bonds hadn't kept
me earth-bound.
I
wanted to turn a corner, but the air cracked beside me. I gasped. She had
overtaken me! I was in reach of her whip! Now she only needed to catch me and
reel me in, like she had done so expertly before.
But
she didn't. She was obviously not in any hurry to catch me. I wasn't going
anywhere, and she knew it. She just stayed close behind me as she drove me
forward towards some destination.
“It's
been a warm day, and you've been working hard, Cheryl. I believe you deserve a
time-out,” she said without further explanation.
Time-out?
Did she mean rest? I could definitely use some rest! I was about to stop, but
then I heard a crack. I yelped and felt my left thigh burn.
“No
dilly-dallying, girl!” She snapped sternly. “Keep up the pace.”
And
like that the herded me towards some destination of her choosing. I was scared
out of my wits, but she was clearly very content. She chatted a bit about her
garden and how the weather was particularly nice this year. She interjected her
casual remarks with occasional cracks of the whip. Usually just beside me if I
needed to make a turn, and occasionally striking my panties when she thought I
was slacking my pace.
I
gave a high-pitched moan when she hit me again. “You are so cute when you are
spanked,” she said laughing. “Just you wait until I have you in my penalty box.
I will spank you, spank you some more, and then I will never stop spanking that lovely ass of yours.” I could only grunt
in dismay.
She
directed me through the garden until we came up to the gazebo.
“Stop
right there, Cheryl.” I hear her roll up her whip as she approached me from
behind. “Let's get this on you.”
A
chain jingled as she reached around me. Her hand went under my chin and I felt
something being fixed to my collar. She took hold of the other end of the
leash, the metal links reflecting the sunlight. She tugged on the chain, making
certain it was secure.
“Five
down, only one more to go, sissy,” Mistress said with a grin. “Oh, this is so
exciting. Who will win? The suspense is killing me.”
I
mumbled something, but she ignored it and pulled on my leash. Dragging me
behind her, she took me into the gazebo. In the shade of the wooden roof, she
turned towards me and untied my bonnet. To my surprise, she removed my gag as
well.
“It
is warm. I need a drink, and I'm sure you do too,” she said with a warm smile.
I
was taken aback by her sudden kindness, but she was right. I was thirsty. “Yes
Mistress,” I said meekly.
“Come
sit with me, sweet girl. Take a load off.” She had let go of the leash, but
with her arm around me she directed me to one of the chairs. She sat down
first.
“Well,
what are you waiting for?” She said as she patted her lap.
This
was not quite what I had hoped for, but it was not like I had any choice. I sat
down on her lap, careful not to put pressure on my dildo or burden my sore
behind.
“Just
relax, Cheryl. You can lean against me. Good girl.”
Well,
it was nice to have some weight of my feet. “Thank you, Mistress,” I said.
“Mistress, could you...” I said hesitantly. She raised one of her eyebrows in
surprise. “...Could you please loosen my bonds? Just a bit? They are very
uncomfortable,” I said with a pleading tone.
She
sniggered. “Well, of course they are. That is the whole point, silly girl. We
are playing a game, after all.”
I
smiled politely. “Yes, Mistress. But since we now have a time-out, I thought
that maybe...”
She
interrupted me, her smile not so warm anymore. “Don't be daft, Cheryl. Your
bonds are part of the score. You don't see them change the scoreboard of a
baseball match during a time-out, do you?”
“No
Mistress,” I said resigned.
“Well
then, no more complaining. Ah, there are our refreshments.” Jeanne came walking
up to us with a serving tray. She placed two drinks on the table near Mistress.
A glass of tonic for her, with Mistress immediately ordering a second, and
something I could not identify for me. Served in a baby bottle. I groaned
silently.
She
took a few sips from her glass, then picked up the bottle. She held it up
before me, giving me a good look of the rubber nipple on top. I looked at it
with consternation. Was there any humiliation she wouldn't subject me to?
“I'm...
not thirsty, Mistress,” I said silently.
“What?
Nonsense! Of course you are. You've been running around for two hours now. You
need your fluids, or you'll risk a heatstroke. I promised Christina I'd take
good care of you and that is exactly what I will do. Now, I want you to drink
this until not a single drop is left, understood?” She said sternly.
Maybe
the heat was getting to me, but I
felt anger flare up inside. Much to Mistress' surprise (as well as my own, for
sure) I snapped at her. “It's a damned baby bottle! Must I suckle from a nipple
like an infant? Why are you doing this to me? Haven't I been humiliated
enough?”
I
felt good to vent that, but it was a huge mistake. I was tied up, sitting on
her lap, completely at her mercy. I saw the annoyance in her face. My heart
began to pound.
Then
she shook her head, faint smile on her face. “Oh, you. Such a spirited young
lady you are,” she said amused.
With
her free hand she grabbed my ear, and yanked it, making me squeal. I heard
chains jingle as I kicked my legs. Then mistress pulled my head back. Next
thing I knew, the nipple was between my lips.
“Remember,
little girl, not a drop left,” Mistress said sweetly.
My
little rebellion was short lived. In my current position, with Mistress keeping
painful tension on my earlobe, I had no choice. I started sucking the rubber
nipple.
The
fluid itself was not bad. It tasted like one of those sports drinks, a bit
sweet. The act of sucking it out of a baby bottle however, was excruciating. I
would have spit it out if Mistress hadn't kept tight control of me.
Once
over half the bottle was finished, I started to relax as I accepted the
situation. Mistress clearly felt my resistance decrease and let go of my ear.
She caressed be back of my head and stroked my hair, saying comforting words I
did not quite catch.
When
the bottle was almost done, I sucked the nipple like a hungry babe. I guess I
was more thirsty than I had realized. When I was done, truly not a single drop
was left inside.
Mistress
kissed me softly on the cheek. “Well done, Cheryl.” She put the bottle away and
sipped from her own drink again.
We
sat there for some time. I was mostly quiet, just resting my head against
Mistress shoulder. Mistress didn't say much either, caressing me with one hand
and drinking from her glass with the other. She give me a sip of her drink. It
wasn't bad, but I never much liked tonic.
My
eyes wandered around the gazebo. The wooden structure was well kept, but here
and there flakes of white paint had come loose from the wooden beams. This was
another old structure on the estate, where according to Mistress Bismarck
himself had sat and...
I
shot upright, startling Mistress. Bismarck, he had visited this garden! I
looked around me for the next clue, but it wasn't here. But he was someone
important, right? Mistress had shown me a line-up of bronze statues of important
people. Family members mostly, but also some foreign dignitaries. The clue must
be there.
“Are
you alright, Cheryl?” Mistress asked bemused.
“I
know where the next clue is!” I said proudly, forgetting momentarily I was
speaking with my opponent and tormentor.
Mistress
smiled amused. “You do? Well, I guess this is a good time to resume our little
game then. Get up, girl.”
With
some effort, I got up from her lap, then Mistress got out of her chair. “Let's
get you ready,” she said. She picked up my bonnet and tied it beneath my chin.
Next
came the pacifier. I had forgotten about that blasted gag! “Open wide, honey,”
Mistress said. I obeyed, and she smiled as she put it in my mouth, securing it
behind the back of my head.
She
checked the rest of my outfit, and took hold of my leash. Keeping tension on
the chain, she slowly guided me onto the square around the gazebo.
“Time
starts when I let go of you, understood?” Mistress said with an excited tone.
“Ten minutes. Ready? You go girl!” She released my leash, which fell loosely
between my breasts.
I
minced forward. It was a slow pace, but I walked as fast as my bonds allowed,
determined to make the most of my time. I skittered down the nearest garden
path.
*********
It
proved difficult to find the bronze statues. Mistress had taken me here before,
but I was hardly paying attention at the time and this was the most complex
part of the garden. I had already criss-crossed the pathways here twice before
I finally turned the right corner.
Surrounded
by a thick hedge was a small half-circle of about a dozen stone pedestals, each
one topped by a small bronze statue about a foot in height. I found the right
one without looking at the engravings, recognizing the figure with the cane and
large moustache. A small wooden box lay close to the pedestal.
I
squatted over it and after some fidgeting, I got the lid off. Looking inside, I
saw a message: 'Well done, Cheryl. This is the final clue. Your next
destination is the sanctuary itself. Reach it and you win. Good luck, girl.'
The clue itself was a small plastic goldfish.
That
did ring a bell. I was sure I had seen a fish... somewhere... Oh, why didn't I
pay attention when Mistress showed me around!
I
got up and minced in the other direction. I kept my eyes and ears wide open as
I moved through the green maze. Mistress had undoubtedly resumed her hunt and I
was not about to be surprised again.
Truth
be told, that little time-out really helped. Sure, my feet still hurt, as did
my behind, but I felt like I had received a second wind. I had energy, was
focused and felt like I was ready for anything.
Which
was probably a bit delusional, as I was still firmly bound and gagged, but
right now I could use any positive feelings I could muster. I was not going to lose this game.
I
tip-toed down the winding paths, trying to move silently in my stilettos.
Didn't quite work, but it made me feel better. I peeked around every corner
before turning. Every few meters I stopped to listen. The bushes here were
higher than anywhere else, seemingly merging together with the canopy of the
thick oak trees that covered this part of the garden. I could not fathom why
any family would maintain such a large garden and then make a part of it almost
claustrophobic.
I
was heading towards the mansion, since most obvious garden landmarks were
visible from the main building. Hopefully, the sanctuary would be as well. But
I couldn't actually see the mansion from here. I could barely see the sun
through the bright green canopy.
I
stopped to get my bearings. I turned to my left. I saw an enclosed semi-circle,
where bronze statues topped stone pedestals.
My
gag would have fallen out if it wasn't securely fastened. I was where I had
started! I had been going in a circle.
I
lost it there. I just couldn't help myself. It started with a short grunt, then
a long annoyed groan, then pulling on my bonds, until I had a full-blown
tantrum.
I
twisted around, trying to pull my arms loose, stamping on the ground.
I
kicked at a small pebble to vent my anger. I missed it completely, but thanks
to my ankle chain I elegantly managed to trip myself. My left heel tipped over
and with a high-pitched squeal I tumbled down.
I
didn't fall hard, but got the wind knocked out of me anyway as I rolled on my
back. And to add insult to injury, my bonnet fell over my eyes again.
This
was getting disturbingly familiar...
After
this fiasco, my hissy-fit ended instantly. Get a grip, Cheryl, I thought.
Relax. Think, girl, think.
I
tried to get up, but struggled in my bonds. I wasn't going anywhere. Great, now
what was I supposed to do? I uttered an annoyed grunt and slumped to the floor.
Perhaps
I should just give up, I thought. Let Mistress win. Get this over with...
Then
I heard the ticking of heels. It was faint, still some distance away, but
definitely approaching. Mistress was coming.
Fear
gripped me. I did not want to go to the penalty box! I pulled my bonds, then
twisted my torso until I managed to sit upright. Fortunately, the bonnet fell
back into its normal position, so I could see again. I heard myself breathe
heavily, heart racing. Despite my collar, I turned my eyes left and right,
trying to determine Mistress' location.
I
was not going to the penalty box, I
thought determined. I put my heels on the floor, which was much more rough than
the smooth marble. I managed to find traction.
I
rolled on my knees, threw my weight back, tumbled over, tried again and got my
weight on my heels. Slowly, I uprighted myself.
I
was on my feet. I checked my dress. There were stains on the white fabric.
Oh
no, I thought. I messed up my pretty clothes. Jeanne and Bernadette had put so
much effort in me. They were going to be very disappointed.
I
blinked in confusion. Wait, who cares about that? I had to get moving! The
clicking of heels was much closer now. I scampered of in the opposite
direction.
I
hurried down the pathways of this green labyrinth. I didn't watch where I was
going, just in the direction opposite of Mistress' footsteps of doom. She
seemed to be everywhere around me. One moment I heard her heels on the other
side of the hedge, making me flee in panic down a winding path, next I heard
steps ahead of me, stopping me in my tracks. Had I made a wrong turn again?
Worst
of all was the amused and evil chuckle that seemed to come from nowhere
particular...
But
she hadn't caught me yet! First I needed to get out of this maze.
I
minced past a yellowing bush and turned a corner. I came to an open clearing. A
small grass field lined with various types of flowers, and a wide brick path
down the middle. It wasn't anything remarkable compared to other parts of the
garden, but it was a wonderful sight to me.
Because
finally I could see the mansion again. I now knew where I was going.
More
importantly, I saw a fish!
It
was made from white marble, bigger that a dog, carved as if it was jumping out
of the water. From its wide mouth a stream of water poured down into the wide basin below, which I couldn't see due to
the intervening hedges.
I
couldn't help myself from yelling into my gag. The sanctuary! I shouted
foolishly. Probably the only time I was glad the pacifier had smothered me.
Still,
I was close. I was going to make it!
I
heard footsteps, and started moving again.
What
followed was a game of cat and mouse. I never saw Mistress once, but she was
always near. On the other side of the hedge, or down a curvy path, I could hear
her footsteps. And her soft mocking laughter. But each time I managed to evade
her.
And
I got closer and closer to the fountain.
I
skittered forward until I reached the last hedge, pressing my back into its
leaves to hide. From here I had a clear view of the fountain, my sanctuary.
Only 25 meters of a paved square separated me from safety.
I
had given Mistress the slip again, losing her somewhere in the bushes behind
me. The coast was clear. Who's laughing now, Mistress?
Drawing
a deep breath, I minced forward.
While
I moved I fought my bonds, trying to go as quickly as possible. But is was slow
progress.
Only
a few meters were covered when I heard heels nearby. It came from behind the
bushes to my left. My heart skipped a beat. How did Mistress get there so
quickly?
I
gasped. If she rounded the corner, she would see me, and could catch me before
I could reach the fountain.
I
groaned. I was so close!
But
I had no choice. I turned around and scampered back towards the hedge. I moved
out of sight just seconds before she stepped onto the square.
And
she drew closer still. She was heading my way. I had to get out of here.
I
minced down the nearest garden path, which made a sharp turn to the left. I
desperately hurried past the large bush as I rounded the corner.
And
almost bumped into Mistress.
She
was standing right before my, arms crossed before her, one hand holding the
whip. Her smile showed amused contempt. Her eyes betrayed malicious voracity. I
turned white with fear.
“Well,
well. What have we here. A little sissy that seems to be lost?” She said, not
moving a muscle. “Let me help you, girl. I know the perfect place for you to be
going.”
She
made a step towards me, and my tortured nerves lost it. In a panic I turned
around and sprinted forward. At least, that is what I wanted to do. In reality
I tripped over my ankle chain and fell forward.
In
an instant, the whip coiled around me and kept me upright. A tug then pulled me
back, into Mistress' embrace.
I
squirmed in her arms, as much as I could in my bonds, but a sharp pinch in my
breast overpowered my resistance.
“Game
over, Cheryl. You lose,” she whispered in my ear as she took hold of the leash.
Then
I heard the clicking of heels again. The same steps that I heard near the
fountain.
Jeanne
rounded the corner, holding a tray with a drink. She glanced at me with an
amused smirk, then turned to Mistress.
I
gasped. That was Jeanne I had heard? I was at the sanctuary, and I turned
around because of her? I could have won, I was so close!
“Greetings,
Ma'am. I've been looking all over for you. Here is the drink you ordered.”
“Oh,
I'm so sorry, Jeanne. I forgot all about it. I've been chasing little Cheryl
here over the estate,” she replied.
The
maid smiled at me wickedly. “And with success, I see. How often have you caught
her?”
Mistress
laughed. “Six times. I've won.”
“Congratulations,
Ma'am,” she said, giving a respectful nod. “Shall I take your drink to the
penalty box instead then?”
“Please
do,” Mistress said as she let go of me, but keeping tension on my leash “We'll
be there shortly. Won't we, Cheryl?”
No,
I mumbled. Please don't. Don't take me there. I wanted to beg and plead, but my
gag smothered me. I pulled back on the leash, but Mistress held on easily.
“Need
a blindfold to calm her down, Ma'am?” Jeanne asked Mistress.
“No
need,” she replied. With a mocking smile, she reached for me and pulled the
bonnet forward, over my eyes. I groaned in dismay. Not again!
Shaking
my head, I tried to clear my field of vision. Mistress corrected me with a
sharp tug on my leash, then briskly pulled me forward. “That is quite enough,
girl. Come with me. No more monkey-business.”
I
tried resisting some more, but it was clearly useless. After dragging me along
for a few meters, I meekly followed her lead.
“My
goodness, girl. What have you done with your pretty dress?,” she asked at some
point.
1 comment:
There's SHOCKING news in the sports betting world.
It's been said that any bettor needs to see this,
Watch this or stop placing bets on sports...
Sports Cash System - SPORTS BETTING ROBOT
Post a Comment