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</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"But Inga . . ."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"Bye Norman."</span><br/><br/>Norman was a sweet guy who was always asking me to dinner.  But he was also an employee of mine.  I signed off of my computer, after completing an online conference with my staff.  My staff.  I liked the sound of that.  I'm Inga Mueller, owner of my own graphic design and website development firm.  It's a tremendous leap forward for me from the financial firm I used to work for.  The financial firm was a male-dominated domain where my beauty trumped my performance.  And the males were like sharks that I had to constantly fend off. My new online firm, Websites and More, is run out of my home office in the suburbs.  Sure, it's still mostly male, but the techno-geeks that work for me are easier to handle.  In fact, they all seem intimidated by me.  But I rule my new domain with a velvet glove and a tolerant smile.  However, I have to wonder sometimes what's going on under the tables during those video conferences.  I have some of the best and brightest computer techs in the nation, yet some of them look at me and lose the ability to put forth a coherent thought.<br/><br/>I gaze at the mirror over the sideboard and smirk, knowing full well why the nerds were so unfocused.  At a statuesque 5' 9", blonde hair, a trim athletic figure and fashion model looks, I knew they worshiped me like a goddess.  And I was growing quite fond of them as well.  They're  like my pets.  Fumbling genius's that wouldn't know how to handle a woman, even with an instruction manual.<br/><br/>Shaking my head, I glance at<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs.24.hu%2Fapp%2Fuploads%2F2021%2F02%2Fkepernyofoto-2021-02-01-11-26-47-e1612175242280-768x432.png&amp;hash=65113a89adc1eb437c7c1480849a5010" href="https://s.24.hu/app/uploads/2021/02/kepernyofoto-2021-02-01-11-26-47-e1612175242280-768x432.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a picture of me and my daughter</a>.  Any one of those geeks in my firm would be preferable to the boy Anabelle was dating.  Though a lesbian myself, I've never tried to impose my sexual views on my daughter.  But if the girl was going to date a guy, I knew that she could do better than the one she was with.  But I wasn't going to be the interferring mother.<br/><br/>Likewise, I never speak ill of Anabelle's good-for-nothing father in her presence.  Let  Anabelle come to her own conclusion about Lenny, aka The Worm.  Anabelle was the only good to come out of that ill-advised and alcohol induced one-night-stand with Lenny.  Anabelle takes after me in the looks department.  She's beautiful.  And she's smart.  She might have inherited her short stature from Lenny, but that was the only thing she had in common with him.  And given time, maybe she would grow out of that similarity to him as well.<br/><br/>It had been a couple of weeks since I'd spoken to Anabelle, so I pulled out my phone to call her.  Then changed my mind.  Phonecalls with Anabelle could be marathon conversations if she was happy or short and sullen if she was upset.  And I didn't have the time to devote to one of those long conversations.  Lisa would be coming home shortly.<br/><br/>Lisa Montgomery was a personal fitness instructor I'd met at a gym.  My last lover had just broken up with me over my unwillingness to try new things in our relationship.  She might have been right and Lisa was my response.  We couldn't be more dissimilar in appearance or personality.  Younger, shorter, tattoed and muscular, she was a bit of a butch.  She was a change in direction for me.  It might seem odd to be a powerful woman in my business life, yet a submissive in my private life.  But once Lisa had introduced me to bondage, I found the the feeling of helplessness strangely . . . liberating.  It became my way of destressing from the demands on me as the CEO of a highly successful company.  By being bound and gagged and at the mercy of another, I'm free of all responsibility.  I don't need to make any decisions.  Lisa makes them for me.<br/><br/>Well, almost all the decisions.  I still had the decision of how to restrain myself.  Before doing that, I went in to take a shower.  I love masturbating in the shower, but in this case, I decided I didn't want to take the edge off whatever Lisa had in mind for me.<br/><br/>Returning to my bedroom, naked and still slightly damp from my shower, I unlocked the large old wooden chest at the foot of my bed.  When Anabelle was younger and still living at home, it served as a blanket chest.  But I'd repurposed it into our bondage toy chest.  There was a tray that I lifted out of the top and placed on my bed that contained smaller items.  The larger items were below it in the chest.<br/><br/>There were two body harnesses in the chest, one of leather and one of rubber.  I chose the rubber in case Lisa wanted me to service her in the shower or the tub.  Leather and water were not a good combination.  Besides rubber stretched.  So the more I tightened the straps, the tighter the grip they exerted, accentuating my curves dramatically.  I hesitated though, when I came to the crotchstrap.  If I pulled it between my thighs and tightened it in back, movement would be extremely uncomfortable.  And I had other things to do, such as putting up the St. Andrews cross.  So the crotchstrap was left hanging for the moment.<br/><br/>The rather awkward wooden X and it's support was kept in the back of the walk-in closet, with clothing hanging in front of it to hide it.  It wasn't easy to move, but I managed to get it out into the bedroom and set it up.  I had a basement, but so far it was still unfinished.  Good for hanging me from the pipes running across the ceiling, but waaaay too drafty.  So for the moment, the bedroom had the St. Andrews cross and a canopy bed that had recently been retrofitted with it's share of hidden attachment points.<br/><br/>After encircling my wrists and ankles with rubber cuffs, I plucked a pair of nipple clamps from the chest tray.  Gingerly tightening them on my nipples, I hissed from the sharp pain.  I knew it would be worse when it came time to remove them.<br/><br/>I chose the dildo gag because it was more comfortable than the huge ball gag that was in the chest.  If my jaw should begin to ache, I would bite hard into that cock and make believe it was Lenny's.<br/><br/>The blindfold I left atop my head for the moment.  Once pulled down, it would keep me from constantly looking at the clock, as well as keeping me in suspense.  Lisa was very good at slipping into the house and sneaking up on me without me hearing her.  She was deliciously wicked in the things she did to my body.  Would it be the sharp pain of a whip slashing  my ass or the carress of a feather duster down my spine?  Rendered blind, I could never be certain of what was coming my way.  Time seemed to move agonizingly slow when blind.<br/><br/>Finally the crotch strap.  I slid a butt plug and dildo onto the strap and lubricated them before sliding them into their respective holes.  I might regret having them in there once Lisa started spanking me, but they were new toys I wanted to try out.  Both had vibrators in them, controlled by a small remote or by an app on my phone.  Rather than turning them on though, I laid the remote on the nearby nightstand, hoping she would notice my new toys and give them a try.  Finally, I pulled the crotchstrap tight in back, until the strap was buried deep between my cheeks, forcing the butt plug and dildo even deeper.<br/><br/>I walked over to the St. Andrew's cross bowlegged from the crotch strap tormenting my pussy.  Bending with difficulty, I secured my ankle cuffs to the base of the cross, then my left wrist cuff to the top of the cross.  Pulling down the blindfold was going to make it hard for me to secure my remaining wrist, but everything had to be done in sequence.  In darkness, it seemed like at least ten minutes of fumbling around before I finally secured the right wrist in place.  I leaned forward against the cross and concentrated on breathing to relax myself.<br/><br/>My naked back faced the bedroom door, my ass cheeks more pronounced as a result of the body straps framing them and the crotch strap bisecting them.  My tits were burning from the nipple clips.  Though the butt plug and dildo weren't particularly large, they felt huge inside me.  Maybe the darkness amplified their size by playing with my senses.  With the blindfold in place, I was imagining all kinds of sounds that were probably only in my head.  And all of a sudden, I was developing itches in places I'd never had itches before.  I'd started binding myself earlier than necessary, just to make sure I was ready for Lisa.  But now I was regretting not waiting a bit longer.  The intervening time would be delicious agony.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1190" data-username="Chrystal Dark" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1190/">Chrystal Dark</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1300" data-username="SilentFairy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1300/">SilentFairy</a>