The girl on the screen didn't seem to be smiling. There were outward signs that spoke of distress. It wasn't accurate. It was clear to everyone else pictured as well as to the viewer that this carefully choreographed imagery was anything but distressing... even if the sounds emanating from the same screen were a far cry from laughter.

   She was wearing an exotic outfit that mingled Orientalist fantasies of harem women with bright colors and clean lines. The dancer's soft, supple skin was being carefully pinched and compressed by ropes and straps that bit with a beautiful, bodacious tightness. Careful work had gone into creating the elaborate rope-harnesses and coils that ensnared her form. She wiggled her toes in pleasure. It was easy to trace the path of the various bindings that kept her legs up and out. Long, carefully-crafted entwinements of rope were harnessed to the ceiling. The result was that the woman had her right knee forced up, and her left leg propping her up off of the floor. The deliberate shibari design was heavenly.

   It was all to say nothing of the woman's visage. Almond skin, blonde hair, and the just-barely noticeable signs of makeup affected by perspiration... it worked together to make her seem tired, hungry, and eager. A fat ballgag bulged between her lips. The bright green matched her eyes. All of it came together when the gagged, captive character let out a long and lusty moan.

   Lilyth shut her laptop. She was blushing. She ran a hand through her hair, as though she hadn't seen anything naughty at all. Pretending wasn't going to help, of course, but it was almost too embarrassing to think about.

   What was I just watching? she thought. What's gotten into me?

   She tried to distract herself on her day off by taking a quick look at some of her books. She sighed and grabbed an old favorite off the shelf; a classic fantasy novel. It wasn't exactly groundbreaking and she'd read it before, but sometimes it was nice to re-visit a classic scene. Her eyes scanned the words on the page up and down, and she quickly settled into a familiar groove. At least, until she got to a familiar scene. The simple action of binding the protagonist with rope now distracted her. The flow was broken and she put her novel back on the shelf.

   She couldn't help thinking about it. Lilyth flopped onto the bed, normally a place for rest and respite. Her thoughts gave her no respite, and she was too busy squirming to rest. Her mind rearranged things even as she tried to get it out of the gutter. She shut her eyes, and the story changed. No longer was it a powerful young wizard. Now, it was her. She pictured herself in the scandalously short clothes of a mage or witch. A long, pointy, floppy hat hung off of her head. A leather bustier and matching gloves gave her all the trappings of a spellcaster. The peril was different, too. She hadn't just been captured. Lilyth pictured herself stripped of all but the most revealing of garments and bound more strictly than had ever happened in the novel's canon. Her hands were trapped in thick mittens; bound into balls and then locked into leather. She felt the tightness; her wrists locked by tight chains behind her back. She was tied to a pole as a sacrifice, and kept stringently, securely bound so as to make certain nothing could go wrong. Endless layers of leather straps and careful rope that harnessed her breasts; a huge panel-gag concealed a fad wadding in her mouth. She struggled as someone came close to her, their hands outstretched...

   Lilyth yelped again, and shot out from her bed. Her cat was staring at her.

   She squinted her eyes and ran a finger through her blonde hair. "Don't judge me, Violet," she said.

   The cat said nothing.

   "I was just having a dream."

   The cat mewled slightly.

   "I... it wasn't a nightmare. It was, you know. It was kinda pleasant."

   Violet mewled again. Lilyth sighed. "Come on, kitty. Let's get you some dinner."

* * *

   The carnal desires hadn't subsided. She was now doing research. She was looking into where she could go to discuss this. A friend had mentioned that he'd heard about a particular cafe downtown; Lilyth was waiting on the call back. Or a text message. Any little glimmer of information where she could explore this more. It was an unusual feeling; wanting something while not entirely sure why she was wanting it. Craving a particular paraphilia, but unable to ascertain how she'd get it or how it would affect her. Was there a limit? She wondered if maybe she could let things go; she could let things slide for a while and the desires would go down on their own. Or, maybe, if she satisfied them, they'd go away. She wasn't ashamed. It was just unusual. This awakening was an experience for which she simply had no other comparison.

   Her computer screen went black for a moment. She saw her reflection in the mirror. Young; barely out of her 20s, with blonde hair that went to a purple fade. Bright, colorful eyes that seemed to sparkle even in the dark, barely-there reflection of her computer screen. She smiled. "You're into something new," she thought with a grin. "Enjoy it. See what intrigues you."

   It was barely an hour later that she'd gone far away from practical research and dove into the 'fantasy' portion. In fact, it was a very literal fantasy. Much like her excursion into the written word, she'd embraced kink through existing fiction. But that was yesterday. Yesterday she had been a horny, mewling, embarrassed mess. Today she had a plan. With a few clicks, she was already well on her way to transforming an old favorite video game into something profound, new, and rather exciting. She licked her lips with anticipation. A few codes and a bit of modding later, she was staring at herself. Sort of.

   She'd customized her character in a fantasy role-playing game to look like her. Something like her, at least; she gave herself darker skin, longer hair, and more ample physical features. She also didn't have elf ears in real life; her digital avatar did. And of course, in real life she was sitting and hunched over her computer. In the game world, her character was lounging in a forest all to herself. The character wore a thin black catsuit that seemed practically sculpted to her features. Tiny nubs and points around her chest mixed with endless curves to create a shiny, single-piece suit. Certainly, it was the sort that would be nigh-impossible to wear in real life. In the game, of course, taking it on and off was just a few buttons.

   Lilyth crossed her legs. Wandering the forest and slashing at bandits was a bit more exciting now.

   When she finally got the call, it was late in the evening. The sun was setting.

A friend had instructed her to come to a cafe in the city. It was a simple thing; old stone walls on the outside with stucco on the inside. It had the aesthetic of a modern shop. Nothing terribly fancy, though it wasn’t surprising since it was closed. No, much more interesting were the signs that had been hung that pointed towards stairs. Simple pen on paper, hastily drawn. She walked through the cafe, running her fingers on the table and the upturned chairs. She knew better, but she had the feeling that she was walking into a trap.

At the bottom of the stairs was a woman with a pair of half-rimmed glasses sitting low on her face, and the most glorious outfit that Lilyth had ever seen in person. Blue leather criss-crossed her body. Long boots seemed to fade into a tiny codpiece around her nethers. Spectacular gloves that went up past her elbow were carefully zipped and strapped in place. The royal blue bustier forced viewers to look at her breasts and soak in all the curves and angles. A slightly mischievous smile combined with short brown hair to make Mistress Meg an imposing figure. Lilyth found herself drawn downstairs almost as if hypnotized. She knew she wasn’t. But then again, she fantasized about the thought of… no. This wasn’t the time to get lost in fun and imagination.

Meg explained the situation. She described her friend Circ and the many different needs that Lilyth was exhibiting. Meg didn’t work for free, and the idea of taking someone under her wing or doing anything approaching accepting a new partner as a submissive was rather daunting. But, all the same, there was an instant bond of trust, and Meg - calm, almost maternal - explained to Lilyth the basic tenets of play and her dungeon. By day, it was a cafe. By night, more succulent and sultry desires were fed.

Lilyth couldn’t resist. Even though Meg had declined to start any sort of relationship as a mistress, she was far too eager to give Lilyth a taste of the lifestyle and enticement that she so very, very genuinely craved.

The Mistress politely asked Meg to change. Lilyth nearly stripped down right there and then before Meg took her deeper into the dungeon. It grew darker, but not dirtier; there were chains hanging from the ceiling, but this dungeon had plenty of padding and lighting. It was a far cry from the dungeon crawl she had experienced early today!

Lilyth blushed. It was somewhat unusual to be nude. She certainly hadn’t ever gone about getting naked in front of a woman she only tangentially knew. But Meg had a calm and eager demeanor that made everything seem completely normal. The occasional smirk and prodding with a long leather crop was enough to make all seem at ease… and to stimulate that submissive side of Lilyth’s personality all the more.

After some stretching and a very long, careful examination of Lilyh’s features, Meg brought her a small case of garments and gear.

“For you. Clean and perfect for your form. Not quite made to measure, but I think it’ll do quite nicely.”

Lilyth chirped with delight and she dove in. She quickly got dressed in the spandex zentai catsuit provided. It came in two pieces - a top with long sleeves, and a bottom that covered her feet.  It was deep, rich purple, matching her lipstick and the tips of her hair. It was almost as if Mistress Meg had been reading her mind!

She ran her hands up and down it. It felt phenomenal; simple, breathable, and stretchy. It gave her the sense of being totally nude and completely vulnerable, while also giving her the genuine erotic thrill of being fully enclosed. Seconds passed, and she couldn’t stop. Her fingers touched over her breasts, now carefully ensconced in stretchy and skintight fabric. She groped herself, carefully massaging her chest through her catsuit. She felt a welling of arousal from the action, magnified by her new equipment and gear.

Meg helped with the next piece. A long leather sleeve with a web of harnesses on one end and a point on the other; Meg explained that it was a leather armbinder. Lilyth was flexible. She’d be fine. And, while Mistress was correct, it was still quite a trip! Her hands were pressed flat behind her back, palm against palm and finger against finger as though she were in prayer. The armbinder’s supple leather closed up and was quickly, strictly laced by Meg. She was well and truly helpless now; her arms were behind her and the best she could do was wiggle them vertically. The leather harness on the front kept her from simply sliding the sleeve off of her arms… not that she wanted to do anything like escape. The act of forcing her arms back had the secondary effect of forcing her to up her posture. She was standing up very straight now, with her generous chest forced forward. She blushed and looked down. Meg was staring, but not touching. Not yet. She had more toys.

The next item on the list was a leather panel-gag. She’d seen such things before; a wide leather strap with a set of straps to harness over her face. A pair of such straps met in a Y-formation, going up from the gag and over her head. It meant that no matter how much grunting, groaning, or shaking she did, she couldn’t disgorge it! Much more interesting, though, was the small ring-gag in the center.  It had a humiliating, demeaning drain-plug stopper in it. It looked so very basic , so functional, and so blissfully dehumanizing! Meg opened wide.

“Now that you’re gagged,” said Meg, “you’ll need something else to signal if you’re in distress. Three short grunts will tell me that something is wrong…”

Meg stared deeply into Lilyth’s dark eyes.

“...but I get the feeling that you’re quite enjoying yourself now.”

Lilyth grunted in the affirmative. Yes! More!

Eager to please, Meg leaned in and planted an earnest and wet kiss on Lilyth’s exposed forehead. The blonde submissive blushed and cooed, making pleasant chirping sounds that reverberated through the gag.

It was at that moment that Meg realized she’d been eagerly grinding her thighs together, trying to achieve some level of stimulation. It was a bit desperate, and it had been almost involuntary. The sweltering pleasure of it all had stimulated her into acting without even thinking, and this was unacceptable to Mistress. The strong woman in blue leaned down and fastened a pair of simple leather cuffs around each of Lilyth’s ankles. This in itself was rather kinky; each motion that restricted her further got her excited. But there was nothing inherently restrictive about a pair of cuffs.

Luckily, Meg proved her wrong when she returned with a wide metal bar. A pair of simple clips buckled each side of the spreader bar to her ankles, resulting in a highly evil device that forced her legs to spread wide! She felt her balance waning; her head spun with growing eagerness to please and be pleasured. And , without her arms, she wasn’t very good at balancing herself upright.

Meg, ever the giver, made certain that Lilyth wouldn’t fall. Gently bringing a massive metal chain over, she hooked a D-ring on the armbinder to the chain, now forcing Lilyth’s arms - already compressed in a tight, restrictive armbinder - slightly up into the air. It made the poor girl lean forward, mewling with delight. The pain from having her body so contorted and restrained was nothing compared with the erotic, forbidden delights she was receiving.

The mistress unplugged the gag. Lilyth felt herself drooling from it. More and more, she felt like a slave; bound, gagged, and treated like an object. The way that she moaned, saliva dripping from her mouth, made her feel - and look - like a creature in heat. Meg was all to eager to oblige. She walked closer, and took Lilyth from behind. Meg’s hands explored every single nook and cranny they could - avoiding her most sensitive spots to tease her further. She massaged Lilyth’s legs, her arms, her thighs and waist, making the captive coo and shake. She gyrated her hips slightly, expectant of more intimacy, but it was denied.

Meg returned for another round, this time taking a generous handful of Lilyth’s bust. She grabbed, teased, and groped, moving them in a gentle circular motion. It felt good to have the weight lifted slightly; the catsuit didn’t offer much support! And, more the point, it felt marvelous to be teased. Having another grope, grab, and pinch at her tits felt positively heavenly; just as much about satisfying the anticipation than actually pleasuring her.

She was glad that she was gagged, as her moans started to grow louder. Deep, earnest touches of Meg’s rear followed. She flexed again, trying to move her knees together but unable to fall and unable to stand up straight. Meg was close, so very, genuinely close! She ground her own region against Lilyth’s outstretched and available rear. Lilyth imagined dirtier, naughtier things; being hooded up and blindfolded and taken from behind. It made her moan, the loud sign of helpless, hopeless arousal coming out before she could stop it.

Meg wasn’t quite so crude, though. Lilyth’s body was hot, warm, and eager, and Meg satisfied it as best she could. After so much priming, she was ready and eager when Mistress finally slid her fingers to Meg’s enclosed womanhood. She knew exactly where to move, to touch, to tease; intuition and experience combining to give Meg the exact careful technique to find Lilyth’s bud. Gentle touches soon led to greater, deeper molestation. Soon, Lilyth was begging for more - positively craving a final, penetrative release. Meg had been unsure at first, but seeing the horny little pet had given her all the confirmation that was needed. When the time was right, she showed Lilyth the oblong, phallic toy that she would experience. Lilyth nodded eagerly. Yes. Yes, please! With confirmation, panache, and a careful rhythm, Lilyth soon came to profound climax. The lubricated plug was enough this time, and she felt her body coming again and again as her mistress carefully inserted and pumped her eager, waiting slit with the wide device.

***

Lilyth looked at the business card for a while. It was plain and simple. It made her grin. It had the Mistress’s name on it, and two outlines; one for her on one side, and one of her submissive partner on the other.

Curious. But Lilyth was already intrigued by the possibilities. Meg had been so very confident, so full of poise. Lilyth had loved every moment of her brief, beautiful experience in bondage, and was already making plans. Big plans. But perhaps there was another side. Perhaps she could give others that same pleasure that she had felt. It would feel good. Very good. Maybe almost as much as being the submissive.

Lilyth stared at the mirror for a moment. She reapplied her dark, violet lipstick and began to pet her cat. She envisioned herself as an evil genius staring at a secret agent. “Mistress Lilyth,” she said out loud. Then she laughed. There was much to explore and many new delights to be found.