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Supply & Demand

Craig had enjoyed the party so far, he was a guest at a friend's wedding and although he hadn't met any women he fancied, he was still having a good time. A good-looking man, he was rarely short of female company, though he was always on the lookout for new conquests. The meal over, it was time for speeches, not a part of weddings Craig enjoyed, but he settled himself in for a boring half-hour or so.

It was then that he noticed Pamela for the first time, how had he missed her all night, she was after all, the compere for the evening. She began introducing the speakers and Craig took the opportunity to study her in detail. He guessed her age at 40, since he was 42 that was more than acceptable. She wore a loose fitting black evening gown but his practised eye could tell that beneath the dress was a very shapely body. Possibly a little overweight, but still quite athletic. He decided to make a play for her at the earliest opportunity.

His chance came about five minutes after the speeches ended. Pamela was taking a quick break in the garden at the rear of the function rooms and it was necessary to pass her on the way to the men's room. Craig stopped beside her and congratulated her on her efforts. She smiled slightly and thanked him. "I wouldn't mind learning to speak in public, do you give private lessons?"

"You can get them anywhere, try your local toastmasters."

"I doubt there would be anyone there with your...talent." He said suggestively.

Pamela understood his thinly veiled suggestion and smiled, "Exactly what sort of lessons did you have in mind?"

"Whatever you're offering," He took her hand gently and added, "I'm a very willing pupil."

She looked down at her hand and said, "You're very sure of yourself aren't you, maybe someone should teach you a lesson or two at that."

Craig grinned, "I'm completely at your mercy, when do we start?"

"Not yet you aren't, but I have a feeling you will be later," She said cryptically, "Meet me in the car park at eleven, I think I might enjoy teaching you a few things." She walked back into the hall and Craig went to the men's room. He was feeling quite pleased with himself and was looking forward to getting Pamela alone. He watched her going about her duties for the rest of the night, she showed no sign of having any interest in him and by eleven he was worried that she may well have changed her mind.

He arrived at the car park about ten minutes early, and two minutes after eleven Pamela arrived. She walked over to her car without speaking, and opened the passenger door for Craig, then walked round the other side and waited for him to unlock her door. Climbing into the car she moved straight toward him and kissed him deeply. Craig was caught a little off guard but quickly recovered and returned her kiss. "Very good," she commented as she pulled away, "I think I'm going to enjoy tonight after all." She started the car and was about to drive away when, "Damn, I've forgotten the wine." She moved to open her door then turned to Craig and said, "You won't go away, will you?" "Absolutely not." Craig assured her. "Maybe I'd better make sure, I'd hate to let a catch like you slip through my fingers." She reached over and took a length of cord from the glove box, and then turning him around she deftly secured his hands behind his back. Before leaving the car, she fitted his seat belt in place, 'Just to make sure.' Then she kissed him lightly and left.

By the time she returned Craig was becoming quite nervous. He didn't know it at the time, but Pamela had purposely accepted the offer of a cup of coffee from one of her colleagues before returning and she knew that the longer she stayed away, the more edgy Craig would become. "You took your time didn't you?" He snapped as she climbed into the car. Pamela smiled at him, she'd expected a reaction similar to this, and was ready for it.

Before returning to the car, she'd visited the ladies room where she'd removed her panties and pantyhose. After balling them up and tying them in the form of a ball gag, she'd covered them with her urine. As she reached over to Craig, he opened his mouth to continue his prepared speech, in which he had intended to demand immediate release. But before he could utter a word, Pamela stuffed the soaking garments into his mouth, and despite his struggles, easily succeeded in tying the gag behind his head.

Ignoring his muffled protests she calmly started the car and began to drive out of the car park. Craig paused briefly in his struggles, then redoubled his efforts to escape. Pamela smiled knowingly; he'd obviously just guessed what the wetness was on the gag. Turning on the radio to drown out his complaining, she congratulated herself on her choice of victim. This one had a lot of spirit, it would be a real challenge to break him, but she knew she'd win in the end, she always did.

Once home, after driving into the garage and closing the automatic doors behind them, Pamela left the car and entered without a word or glance in Craig's direction. He no longer bothered to struggle, he'd already discovered Pamela was no novice at tying ropes and he was wasting his effort to try and free his arms. He sat quietly for about five minutes, then the door to the house opened and a tall blonde woman walked over to the car. As he watched her approach, Craig realised that she was in fact wearing a maids uniform, the skirt of which was ridiculously short causing every step to expose an expanse of stocking top and bare thigh.

In the eternity it took for her to reach the car, Craig had time to consider the fact that Pamela's job must pay a lot better than he'd thought for her to be able to afford a maid. Then as the maid neared the car, his mind turned to other, less practical, thoughts. She was very attractive although her face was a little too heavily made up for Craig's taste. Despite his predicament, Craig found himself aroused by this beautiful woman. As she reached over to release his seat belt her musky perfume assailed his nostrils and he could feel his groin responding to the stimulus. Her ample cleavage was inches from his face as she assisted him from the car. Her surprising strength making any resistance Craig may have considered, useless. He tried to speak to her through the gag, but she simply ignored him as he was steered toward the door and into the house. After pushing him onto a chair, the maid began to secure a dog collar round his neck, a hard slap across the face bringing Craig's token resistance to an abrupt halt. A lead was attached to the collar and the other end was tied to the back of the chair, then Craig was once again left alone to consider his plight.

It was quite a while before the maid returned, Craig's brief admiration of her ceased abruptly as he caught sight of the person behind her. At first he wasn't sure it was Pamela, she bore little resemblance to the woman he'd met at the wedding. In her place was someone dressed entirely in black leather.

Her outfit comprised, a short tight black leather dress, which as with the maid, exposed stocking tops and bare thigh. Black leather thigh boots with four-inch stiletto heels, elbow length black leather gloves and to complete the outfit, a wide black belt with silver studs circled her waist. Its smaller twins circled her neck and wrists. Her face was even more heavily made up than the maids, and her shoulder length black hair was pulled tight and tied at the back of her head in a pony tail.

Craig had seen photographs of women like this in magazines. He'd always dismissed as nonsense, the idea that a woman could dominate a man physically and as a result he found the stories in the so-called dominance magazines too ridiculous to be a turn on. Now suddenly he was confronted by one of those very women and he had serious doubts as to his chances of escape.

Pamela sat opposite him and crossed her shapely legs, She stared at him for a while, and then without averting her eyes she said, "Strip him Alice." Craig looked up nervously as the maid approached. The lead was removed and he was lifted effortlessly to his feet. After unbuttoning his shirt, she slid it down his arms; Craig prepared himself for a bid for freedom as she walked behind him. He was expecting her to release his hands but instead she simply ripped the material from him. The trousers, underpants, shoes and socks followed quickly and he found himself standing stark naked in front of two beautiful, but obviously dangerous women.

Pamela pointed to the floor at her feet, "Kneel." She commanded. A moment's hesitation brought a kick to the back of the knees from Alice and Craig's legs buckled under him as he fell to the floor. With snake like speed Pamela reached forward and grabbed his cock and balls in her hand. "Do you want to keep these?" She spat twisting them painfully. Craig nodded frantically, at the same time shouting a muffled 'YES,' from behind the gag. "Then in future, when I give you an order you'll obey instantly. IS THAT CLEAR?" Another twist emphasised her words bringing a repeat of the earlier response from Craig. Satisfied, Pamela resumed her cross-legged position and once again stared at Craig.

He tried to return her glare, but within seconds he found himself staring at her feet, the floor, anywhere except those piercing eyes. Pamela smiled slightly at her first victory; she always enjoyed these opening moments, particularly the expressions of her victims when they first saw her in her leather. A slight nod to Alice and the gag was removed. After a few seconds gasping in the fresh air, Craig began to protest, but a savage kick from Pamela and a barked, "SHUT UP." Sent Craig sprawling, where he lay silently awaiting her next order. "From now on you'll speak ONLY when I give you permission, is that clear?" Craig nodded silently

Pamela watched him for a while then grinned; "When you said you were completely at my mercy, I'll bet you never expected this did you?" Craig remained motionless glaring at his captor. "Now don't look at me like that, it was you who said you wanted to learn, well now I'm going to teach you. It may not be quite what you had in mind, but believe me you're really going to learn something tonight, isn't he Alice?" The maid remained silent.