Karen’s Betrayal Ch. 02 – BDSM


Exhausted yet still dizzy from the encounter, Karen made her way back to her room. She hadn’t had butterflies like these since secondary college. 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 company suit, and completed the preparation for the morning meeting with an affluent client in the pharmaceutical company. Her business had written the programs used by Micropharm to create 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 company 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 advantage, either to increase its minimum wage workforce or for a sum of money from an interested party.

Cheryl wanted the best feasible 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 withstand 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 wondered as she hung up the phone. ‘I really have to discover 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 wondered for a moment, considering whether to risk embarrassment by allowing the tone to lower any further. ‘Sod it’ she wondered.

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 wondered, 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 company 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 nether lips. On making eye contact with her peers around the boardroom the insidious wondered would creep bank into Karen’s 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 wondered and together further stoke the fire of titillating humiliation. By the time it was over the spiral of anxiety had reduced her mind to 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 aside 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 Stephen’s 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 squeak 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 starters.”

“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, infinite seconds of lusty thoughts purposefully fueled by the physical and verbal abuses of the cruel sadists she had once adventurously entrusted herself to.

“What 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, cannot 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 understand 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 issue then, and from what I have seen she has the sort 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 ways 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 cannot 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 gonna 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 gonna 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 gonna 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 gonna 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 wondered slowly evolved in her mind and Melissa cringed as that grin spread across Mistress’s face.

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