BootGirl

Join our heroine Boot Girl as she battles Villainesses across the Harmony skyline, rescues damsels in distress and endures some pretty intense bondage...while trying to hold down her job and explore her submissive side.

Chapter 1: Introductions

A LUXURY APARTMENT, HARMONY

'This is good stuff.' Jezebel takes a second sip of wine and settles back on the expensive white leather sofa crossing her legs on the back of the pretty and nearly naked brunette tied securely to the low table in front of her by lengths of soft silk rope. 'I must say I really admire your taste.' Jezebel looks round at the spacious apartment with its minimalist decor. 'This is a lovely apartment. And, of course, you've been so helpful. I'm sure you've earned a good few hours of pleasure tonight.'

The brunette doesn't reply although this is perhaps because she is gagged, her soft lips, lightly dusted in pale pink muted gloss, stretched round a large blue rubber ball that is held in place by an exquisitely crafted leather harness buckled around her head; the harness also blindfolds her.

'Of course there will have to be some pain, there always is with these things. Red and green I think they call it these days, pain and pleasure, or is it the other way around?' Jezebel takes another sip. 'It used to be so easy before all this technology.'

The villainess is tall and angular, her light brown hair less glossy than her captive's and hanging free to her shoulders. Her face is thin and very pale made more so by a thick layer of make-up that covers multiple scars and her long nose is slightly crooked where it has been broken at least once. It is a distinctive face, striking and not unattractive despite its catalogue of abuses, the pale features are augmented by lips coated in blue paste and irises that are such a pale shade of blue as to be almost translucent. She is dressed in her customary blue and black striped corset, black satin knickers, sheer black stockings and blue heeled boots, a blue silk choker encircles her throat.

Setting her wine on the floor she picks up an expensive hand stitched riding crop that was lying on the sofa beside the head harness and coils of soft silk rope when she arrived and begins to stroke the helpless girl's bare feet. The girl wriggles slightly but she lies across the table on her belly with her ankles bound tightly to her thighs and cannot prevent her captor from teasing the her soles.

'I mean there was a time when pleasure was, well, physical pleasure; the stroke of a crop across bare flesh, the gentle tweak of a nipple... You're not ticklish are you?' Jezebel leans forward stroking the girl's glossy hair with her free hand as if she is genuinely anxious she may be upsetting her captive. 'And then there was pain.' She brings the crop down sharply on the brunette's feet producing a gagged squeal then settles back taking up her wine and enjoying another a sip, savouring the taste before swallowing.

'It's all electronic gizmos these days. I mean, I'm not averse to the pleasure of a good vibrator and I'm guessing you aren't either but it's so nice to meet a woman who still enjoys using the crop.' Jezebel sighs and examines the crop as the brunette struggles futily with her bonds.

When the girl has stilled Jezebel strokes the crop over her captive's neatly toned bottom and then uses the tip to lift the back of her knickers. The captive brunette is dressed only in pale blue lingerie that is almost translucent, very lacy and exceedingly flattering on her slim, tanned body with its large breasts. 'My guess is you're the dominant one, I mean, assuming you're currently in a relationship. And I really hope you weren't wasting that delightful lingerie on your cat.'

'Of course, you might be submissive and single and the crop is just symbolic.'

'..ea.e!' The girl's plea is rendered barely comprehensible by the large ball in her mouth. As she pleads she strains again against her bonds but they hold firm.

Jezebel smiles and lifts her feet off the girls' back.

'No, definitely dominant. Which means I'd better be going.'

She sets the wine goblet down on the girl's back.

'Try not to struggle too much. I'd hate you to spill wine on this lovely carpet and that Angelisch crystal is beautiful.' Jezebel crosses to the window. 'Personally I find a lot of Angelisch stuff a bit overstated but they really know how to work crystal.'

The helpless girl gives another plea through her gag but does not struggle. Jezebel smiles as she opens the window then climbs agily up onto the ledge. The apartment is on the thirty third floor and behind her the city of Harmony glints in the late afternoon sunlight. Jezebel turns to look out.

'Such a great view of the city.'

As she turns back she pulls a small device from the top her corset where it has been nestling between her small breasts.

'Nearly forgot. Just a little something to keep you amused until lover-girl comes to free you. Wonder what she'll say to find you all tied up like this? Might even change her way of thinking. I mean it would for me if I didn't have to go. Of course, I quite enjoy being single; new girl every night, well, sometimes several actually, but I miss the security of a long term relationship. Anyway, it's nothing personal you understand.' Jezebel squeezes the device and the girl squeals loudly through her gag, jerking in her bonds enough to make the wine on her back slop around inside the crystal.

Jezebel sits on the window ledge watching the brunette for several minutes as the vibrator she has planted in the girl's sex begins to arouse her. Then, as the girl's breathing quickens and she gives a small gasp, her cheeks starting to flush where they can be seen between the blindfold and the gag, Jezebel smiles to herself, pats the small blue velvet pouch at her belt which contains the brunette's sapphires, blows the girl a kiss and slips gracefully through the open window. Without any apparent care for the vertiginous drop below her, Jezebel reaches for a handhold and begins to climb.

*

THE MALL, HARMONY

*

'Now that's how a slave should be treated.' Pauline looks on appreciatively as the girl is lead towards them on a nipple leash. The slave is tall and slim and tanned and exquisitely restrained, arms held behind her in a shiny purple leather sheath pinned palm to palm, forearm to forearm, elbow to elbow; she is hooded too, a shiny smooth leather pump hood enclosing her head completely. Despite these restraints she sashays elegantly behind her mistress on the points of her toe boots and vertiginous heels that extended seamlessly into thigh boots matching her restraints. Her huge and clearly augmented breasts are bare, swinging mesmerisingly as she walks; nipples, also enhanced, clamped at the base in gold clasps designed to look like handcuffs and to which her leash is fastened. Her only shred of modesty, if it could be given such an august title, comes from a tiny thong, also of shiny purple and elegantly stitched leather, that covers almost nothing of her utterly desirable body.

Adele makes a show of studying her.

'A little ostentatious, I'd say. And, if you are implying that you want to take me out like that I would remind you firstly that I am your mother's slave, not yours and, secondly, that I wouldn't be much use as a bodyguard restrained like that.'

'You've got to admit you'd be pretty cute though.'

Adele frowns.

'Oh, Adele, we're in the Mall.' Pauline gestures around her. 'What harm could come to me? I'm twenty one next week. Remember? A big girl.'

'Oh, yes, another four years and you can Pledge.' Adele's voice is heavy with sarcasm; she is used to dealing with such comments. 'Not too big to endure a night in the punishment room! I would remind you that you are the daughter of the Contesse de Renee, matriarch of this city and empress of a lot more. As princess of Belladonia, you are thus a potential target. Anyway, do you have any idea who that slave belongs to?'

Pauline looks longingly once again at the narrow hips swaying deliciously towards her and then makes herself look at the dominatrix holding the girl's leash. The woman's clothing is also shiny purple leather, exquisitely cut and stitched and covered in multiple leather straps buckling her tightly into a curvaceous feminine form. Her shoulders are broad and athletic, their pale bare flesh decorated with freckles in contrast to the shiny straps that rise from a bustier displaying a very full cleavage above a tightly cinched waist. High cut briefs expose the same pale freckled flesh at the tops of her thigh and straps from her corset suspend the tops of leather thigh boots. The boot heels are not as extreme as those of her helpless slave though reach six inches because of toe platforms. She wears matching gloves that reach to her upper arms and are supported from her shoulders by straps. A short cloak is gathered behind a studded collar. The woman is cowled too, like a heroine, Pauline notes, the cowl gathering her hair which descends in a flame red ponytail, kept in check at short intervals by more shiny leather straps.

The woman's appearance arouses a mix of feelings in the princess, most of them pleasurable. 'She reminds me of one of the old heroines.'

'You've not forgotten everything about our culture while you were at that posh finishing school but your conclusion is wrong. She doesn't look like Madame Bondage, she is Madam Bondage!'

Pauline's jaw falls open and Adele turns to walk on hiding a smile.

'How come she's allowed here?' Pauline rushes to catch up with her companion and protector. 'I thought all heroines were banned from the city, certainly in colours?' Pauline has caught Adele's arm and, despite her earlier protestations walks a little closer her blonde protector than she has previously. She speaks in a whisper.

'Your mother's ban should apply to all but the old aristos still enjoy their privileges and I can't see anyone challenging Madam Bondage. Can you?' Adele gives the princess a knowing look. 'She can come and go more or less as she pleases and, take a few liberties on the way. I'm sure it would please Madam Bondage to go home with a pair of buxom slaves dangling by their nipples on the ends of leashes.'

Pauline folds her arms over her breasts as she walks before realising what she is doing and drops them hurriedly to her sides again, a slight flush coming to her cheeks.

Adele turns to look at her raising an eyebrow. 'Or perhaps your Ladyship would like that?'

'I...' Pauline hesitates briefly imagining herself settling for Submission. The thought does not disturb her as much as it might have. She feels herself colouring more.

Madam Bondage and her slave are a few meters ahead now and Adele stops, Pauline standing beside her. The heroine stops too, halting her slave with a deft movement that places a crop across the girl's bare midriff.

Adele bows and Pauline follows suit, trying to ensure she delivers acknowledgement, not submission and certainly not Submission. It is one thing to learn and practice etiquette in class and quite another to do it in front of such a woman.

'How are you Adele?'

'You honour me, Madam. I am well. May I present the Lady Pauline de Renee?'

Madam Bondage nods her head and Pauline recognises the intended slight. Ice blue eyes regard her from behind the cowl.

'Lady Bishop, you honour us with your presence. I trust you are enjoying your visit to our city.' Pauline emphasises the possessive.

The heroine's smile appears genuine. Pauline's use of the plural, while it could easily be interpreted as a welcome from the citizens of Harmony, has been delivered in the context of her standing as the daughter of the city's monarch.

Madam Bondage bows with appropriate deference.

'I am indeed enjoying my visit, Princess de Renee. It is sadly one of too few I am able to make. So much of my time is taken by my role as guardian of your mother's northern realm.'

'I am sure we are all most grateful for your diligence, Madam.' Pauline bows more deeply than necessary.

'Charming.' Madam Bondage smiles at Adele and then looks back at Pauline. The blue eyes take in the princess' pretty face with its brown eyes, high cheekbones and full lips then drift unhurriedly down her lithe, tanned form noting the large breasts, narrow waist and slim hips. The Princess de Renee is a typical high born Harmony girl.

'Perhaps you would allow me to return the hospitality at some point and pay a visit to Castle Strangeways.' Madam Bondage continues to scrutinise her.

Pauline tries her best not to be disconcerted by such intense appraisal wishing she had not chosen such a skimpy bustier that morning as she feels her nipples hardening under such dominating scrutiny.

'I would be honoured, Lady Bishop.' Pauline tries to ensure her voice does not betray the turmoil of emotions suddenly unleashed inside her.

Madam Bondage looks at Adele once more.

'Absolutely charming.'

She bows once more to Pauline and then, with a brief jerk on her slave's nipple leash she leaves the two women alone.

Adele turns to face Pauline. 'I think someone's just passed a very important test. Maybe that posh school wasn't a complete waste of time after all.

Pauline takes a deep breath to calm herself. 'It's a shame Mum disbanded the Sisterhood of Heroines. I'd be more comfortable knowing Lady Bishop was on my side.'

'Oh come the crunch, I'm sure she'll be on our side. And, do I need to remind you why the Heroines were disbanded?'

'I know, the hold up where mum's sister was killed.'

'Yes, if Destiny hadn't gone charging, in Lady Blush might still be with us.'

'If she hadn't tried Lady Blush might have been killed anyway.'

'That's not the way the court, or your mother, saw it. Anyway, there was a string of incidents leading up to it. Your mother had to disband them.'

'Including a certain Blonde Avenger causing a six car pile up by going into action half naked one morning.'

'I thought your mother was in danger, I did at least stop to put my underwear on.'

'Would you do that for me? Come out half naked if I was in danger?'

'That would depend on how you'd got into trouble in the first place. I might just let Madame Bondage rescue you then collect you in a couple of months when you'd learned your lesson.'

Pauline laughs though somewhat nervously. 'She is on our side, right?'

'Like I said, if push came to shove... If it didn't then I'd say she's a woman who likes the finer things in life and, if she takes a liking to that chest of yours and those perky little nipples she's not above taking certain liberties even if you are a princess of the realm.'

Pauline blushes furiously and seeks a topic that will take them away from her as yet unclear sexuality. 'Mum's banned Boot Girl too, hasn't she?'

'Boot Girl was no more than a vigilante and not a particularly good one at that. Is a vigilante, I should say, she continues to pop up where she shouldn't. One day I'm sure the police will catch up with her. The ban applies to her, all the heroines and all the so called 'villainesses'. It makes things easier. You wear colours and cause trouble you take your punishment.'

'Except Madam Bondage.'

'Visiting nobles may dress as they choose, as long as they don't go round causing trouble.'

'Surely Boot Girl doesn't cause trouble.'

'She does and, because she flies around in costume getting into fights, there are half a dozen costumed villainesses who think they can do the same.'

'But she's wicked! I saw her in action once, flying in on her jet boots. There was this fire. She went in to rescue people. I used to wish I could be like her.'

Adele smiles warmly and almost wants to hug the young excitable girl that has, for so many years, too often been suppressed by awkward adolescence.

'Shall we get back to business.' Adele stops for a moment to ascertain her bearings. 'You need a dress for your party on Friday.' As she speaks she turns to head off down one of the Mall's higher end walkways.

'Ok.' A devious look enters in Pauline's brown eyes and she reaches out to grasp Adele's arm stopping her. 'Just one more thing.'

'What?' Adele asks suspiciously, turning to face her.

'When you were Golden Girl, the Blonde Avenger, the Double-G nickname, was that really...?' Pauline cups her hands under her own breasts making a suggestive gesture.

'Who told you that?' Adele has heard this many times before, though not from her charge.

'Oh, you know, some girl at that posh finishing school of mine.'

'Must be true then!' Adele turns and starts to walk away.

'No really, I know mum likes...big girls, did you ever...I mean, like Madame B's slave..., you know...bit of enhancement?'

Adele turns and squares up her young charge, a stern look on her face, the breasts in question thrust firmly and unmissably forward. 'Now, young lady, as I said, you're not above spending a night in the punishment room.' Unfortunately she can't manage to keep the straight face she is hoping to hold; she struggles briefly to do so before as a grin spread across her strong features. 'All I will say is, yes, it is was a fair description of the goods at the time. Since I've been your mother's pledged slave she has commanded certain...alterations.' She pushes a strand of curly blonde hair out of her face in a slightly self-conscious manner and Pauline looks down at her companion's formidable cleavage. 'Now, come on, Lady Pauline, I have a parcel for your mother to pick up.'

The older woman turns and strides purposefully towards the slave livery from which Madam Bondage and her slave have just emerged.

It is Pauline's turn to smile.

If we're going in here, I strongly suspect the package is really for you my sexy governess.

*

GALERY SOIXANTE-NEUF, HARMONY

*

Candy wears a sheath dress in green latex that hugs the curves of her voluptuous body like a second skin from her neck to her ankles, stretching taut across the huge swellings of her breasts outlining her large hard nipples, flattening across the comparatively slender curve of her waist and flaring delightfully across her wide hips and full bottom before tapering down her firm thighs and calves to a narrow cuff no wider than that around her neck that permits her only tiny steps as she walks. As she moves the dress reflects the light, flexing so that it emphasises and controls the sway of her breasts, swelling around her firm buttocks as she squats and straining against her thighs as she walks on her 6 inch heels with tiny hobbled steps.

Candy works in Gallery Soixant-Neuf, number sixty nine Rue Soixant-Neuf, a venue well known to the well heeled citizens of Harmony who regularly attend evening soirees and viewings there hosted by the gallery's owner known to all her customers and friends as Madam Equus. Set in the palace district, the gallery is away from the hubub of the Mall and therefore less accessible to the masses who frequent the art vendors there.

Candy and her twin sister Cherry, both equally voluptuous redheads, act as hostesses, sales girls and, when required, slave girls; both are also fully trained ponies and, when Madam Equus joins the Sunday promenades along Rue Soixant-Neuf, attract even more attention than they do when working in the gallery.

'May I assist you Madam?' Candy curtsies as far as her tight dress allows and addresses in Angelisch the tall blonde who has just entered the gallery. 'Some refreshment while you view?'

'White wine.' Lady Devonshire, the Angelisch ambassadress, replies in Bellanian.

'Yes, Madam. We have some Devonian.

Lady Devonshire regards Candy with a firm stare and Candy struggles to suppress a smile. 'I have a case of Linden in the back.'

'That will do nicely. And you'd better bring a paddle back with you if you are not going to behave.'