Pressure

"Drink, ma'am?"

"Yes," I said, taking the glass from the tuxedoed servant and looking around for tonight's conquest.

This wasn't a bad party as these things go. A lot of money. Interesting crowd. The hostess's domme lifestyle gave the gathering an edgy ambiance.

Then I saw my prize. Gorgeous. Tight. Built for what I had planned for her. And judging by my momentary mental touch on her mind, subbie as the night was long. Perfect.

I didn't waste time. I walked up to her and enveloped her mind with the need to obey me.

"Hello, Phoebe," I said. "Ready to go?"

"Y-yes...Mistress..." she said, blinking. She was actually trying to fight it. Ultimately failing, but impressive nonetheless.

"Good," I said. "Let's go."

I turned, but unexpectedly found my way blocked. By the hostess herself, no less.

"What," said the hostess, "do you think you're doing?"

I smiled. "We were just leaving. Thanks for asking."

The hostess locked eyes with me. "Not with my property, you're not."

"I believe you're mistaken," I said. I turned to the girl. "Phoebe, who do you belong to?"

"Y-you, Mistress."

I turned back to the hostess. "There you have it."

"You are free to leave," she said, "but Phoebe stays."

"No, she doesn't," I said, narrowing my eyes. "She's mine. You are, however, free to join her."

"You're making a mistake. Leave now, while you can."

And that was her mistake. Trying to tell me what to do.

I made sure Phoebe was completely locked within my control. Satisfied that she was, I turned my attention to the hostess.

I smiled. "I [i]am[/i] leaving now," I said, "and with two prizes instead of one."

Then I enveloped her mind with the need to obey me.

She blinked as the sudden awareness of the need to satisfy my desires settled in. It was delicious to watch.

"All done," I said. "Let's go, shall we?"

The hostess locked eyes with me. "I agree it's time to go," she said, "but I think you're heading in the wrong direction."

I paused, then took a quick mental inventory. I still had Phoebe in control, so there was nothing wrong with my abilities. My web of control was tightly woven there. I couldn't see my web over the hostess, however. How could that be?

Then I widened my mental awareness slightly and there it was. A larger web was weaving itself around both Phoebe and myself. The hostess had abilities of her own, and she was attempting to take Phoebe back...and capture me as well.

The hostess stood between me and the door. It was time to go.

I released Phoebe and planted my hands on the hostess to shove her out of the way. She grabbed my wrist, however, and performed a deft spin that resulted in my arm twisting behind my back. I tried to struggle, but her knee struck the back of mine, causing my leg to bend, sending me to the floor and then onto my belly, with my arm still twisted behind my back.

"Now, now," said the hostess, her breath on my ear. "Be a good girl and give me your other arm."

No. I couldn't do that. I'd be lost. but the compulsion...the need to obey...was washing over me in waves. The pressure was building. I could relieve that pressure...all I had to do was obey.

Wasn't going to happen.

"Come now, girl," said the hostess, her voice so firm, so deep in my head. She twisted my other arm slightly, just enough to spike the pain and cause my resolve to waver only momentarily...but a moment was all she needed.

"Good girl," she purred as my other arm slid behind my back. Then I felt my wrists being bound together. She didn't stop there, however. She continued wrapping the rope around my forearms until both my arms were tightly bound together behind me, with my elbows nearly touching.

As she finished tying my arms together, she turned and said, "Phoebe, fetch me a collar."

"Yes, Mistress."

After finishing the final knot, she gripped my hair and pulled my head back until my chin lifted up. She closed a collar around my neck. There was an audible click as the collar locked.

Stepping in front of me, she cupped my breasts in her hands as if weighing them.

"Nice," she said, nodding. "Big, heavy tits. Firm, round ass. Sex toy body. Perfect build for what I want to do with her."

I wanted to protest. I tried to protest. But the pressure inside my head built as I struggled with it. It was so much easier to obey. All I could manage was a "Yes..."

The pressure built. Tighter. More intense.

 "...Mistress."

And the pressure eased.

"Good girl," said the hostess, who then turned to Phoebe. "Take her downstairs, Phoebe. Lock her in position over the wooden horse. Bottom high, collar locked to the horse, ankles secured to the legs. Lay the flat leather paddle on her back and then wait for me."

"Yes, Mistress."

The hostess cupped her hand under my chin, lifting my face up to face her. "Well," she said, "you'll make an adequate conquest for the evening. I'll see you later tonight."

I opened my mouth to argue. Nobody was taking me anywhere! But the pressure built and built. I paused, then said, "Yes...Mistress."

And the pressure eased.