BootGirl

The story so far...

Boot Girl is Harmony's only active heroine following the disbandment of the Harmony Heroines by the city's ruler, Contesse de Renee. By day she works out and battles villainesses; by night she's an exotic dancer at Geri's bar; somehow, in between clients, she's actually managed to get a date - and get laid; though, again, she's had to play dominant.

Meanwhile at the palace ball, Pauline de Renee, has revived her acquaintance with Madam Bondage, one of Harmony's former heroines. Still unclear about her sexuality, the princess' encounters with the Mistress of Strangeways have done nothing to dampen her submissive tendencies.

For the first time in a while, it's been a bad night for the villainesses; Boot Girl has foiled a bank robbery attempt by Fetish and Lash, encountering a very cute (and submissive) police trooper on the way.

Hurrah!

Jezebel's not having a good night either; she's broken the rule about returning to the scene of a crime and wound up naked and in bondage. Come to think of it, perhaps she's not had such a bad night after all.

Another day dawns on the fair city of Harmony...

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Chapter 4: Relationships

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GYMNASIUM, NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

Madam Bondage is already preparing when Pauline arrives a little more than thirty minutes before the designated time. The Princess stands in the doorway watching the older woman perform one of the higher level forms of the style. The Mistress of Strangeways is clearly a vey proficient practitioner of the martial arts and Pauline can see subtleties of other styles emerging as she moves.

Think I'm going to get my ass kicked but I suppose it's the taking part that counts.

Lady Bishop finishes her form and acknowledges the princess. This morning she wears a simple bustier and briefs though no corset or boots, the usual clothing for Angelisch sparring. The northerner's garments display the magnificently toned musculature of her firm body. Her only adornment is a leather thong tied around each wrist, items that are commonly worn in more traditional bouts.

'I see you like to prepare thoroughly, Madam.'

'I would not wish to disappoint your Ladyship.'

Pauline smiles and shrugs off her top; she too wears a training bustier and briefs, the bra a little lower and the briefs a little higher cut than her opponent's; she has walked barefoot to the gym. Gently she begins to warm up, stretching her ligaments and muscles, watching her opponent as she does so.

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Pauline launches a kick at her opponent following up with a flurry of hand strikes but once again Madam Bondage easily evades and parries the moves. The Princess is exhausted, her gently tanned skin glistening with sweat, it is all she can do to control her breathing and keep from panting. They have been sparring, if that is the correct term, for nearly an hour and the Belladonian has not managed to land a single blow on her opponent. It is true that Madam Bondage has not landed a blow either; somehow Pauline has just about managed to avoid her opponent's kicks and punches, regaining her balance in the nick of time to attempt a counter or avoid a follow up attack. She has come to realise that she is being toyed with but the northerner is so skilled it had taken the Princess until now to appreciate her situation.

Exhausted, Pauline struggles to keep her moves sharp and maintain her guard with her tired arms. Suddenly she sees an opening. Madam Bondage has a tendency to rise on to her toes and lean forward which Pauline thinks is an attempt to further increase her height advantage and to intimidate. It is certainly a posturing technique in traditional Angelisch fighting in which opponents wear full Angelisch dress, including boots. Pauline strikes, closing with her opponent and dropping into a low spinning kick in an attempt to sweep the northerner's legs from under her but a fraction of a second before her strike makes contact Madam Bondage lifts her front leg and Pauline realises that she has overcommitted herself.

Pauline feels Lady Bishop's weight land on her and attempts to roll forwards but the powerful northerner holds her firmly and she finds herself pinned to the floor on her belly. A moment later Pauline's wrists are being bound behind her and then her ankles are crossed and bound too; before she can prevent it she is in a hogtie. Madam Bondage crouches beside her grasping Pauline's hair in her fist and pulling her head back.

'Yield!' Pauline gasps. 'I yield.'

Madam Bondage releases her grip and stands triumphant over her defeated opponent then bends flipping the helpless brunette onto her back as if she weighed nothing.

Pauline looks up at the victor.

'You fight well, My Lady.' That smile is curling on Madam Bondage's lips again. 'Perhaps when you visit me we can fight again. Perhaps I could further your training.'

'Yes, Madam. It would be an honour.' That increasingly familiar tingle is beginning to run through Pauline's captive body; it is the one that happens whenever she is dominated.

Madam Bondage squats down astride the helpless girl and Pauline is suddenly aware that the catch of her bustier is partially undone and right breast is uncovered; she also realises the exposed nipple is intensely erect and that her chest and face are flushed with more than the exertion of the bout.

Pauline feels Madam Bondage's fist once again wrap itself in her hair and when she meets her opponent's steely blue eyes sees a power there she knows she cannot resist. Another tingle courses through her and she closes her eyes savouring the moment. Madam Bondage's hands move to the clasp of Pauline's bustier and she feels the strong fingers undoing it. She murmurs an assent before she can stop herself.

'Pauline, there you are.' It is Adele's voice.

Madam Bondage refastens Pauline's bustier and the helpless brunette is not sure if that is what she planned to do all along.

'The Lady Pauline is an accomplished fighter, though it appears her choice of apparel could be improved.' Madam Bondage flips Pauline onto her front and releases her from the thongs.

Pauline rolls her eyes.

For Gaia's sake, Adele, will you stop walking in on me like this.

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HANNAH PINK'S APARTMENT, EAST SIDE, HARMONY

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Beth has gone when Boot Girl finally gets back to her apartment. There is a note which Hannah casts to one side in annoyance as she finds food for Master. She takes a milk carton from the refrigerator but when she opens it she finds it to be sour. She looks through her cupboards but finds only some powdered soup and a very old tin of fruit in syrup. She takes a mug from the counter, rinses it and fills it with cold water, taking a long drink. Then she feeds Master before peeling off her costume and boots and slips into the shower.

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A LITTLE LATER IN DR TAMZIN BETTS' APARTMENT

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It is late afternoon, Tamzin and Jezebel have drunk two bottles of red wine, Tamzin holding the glass to Jezebel's lips. With her inhibitions lowered Tamzin runs her fingers over Jezebel's body exploring the scars in wonder.

'You could get some tissue regeneration done on these scars you know.'

'I've never found the time.'

'In nine hundred years?' Tamzin smiles up at the captive. 'Do I have to get my whip and make you talk?'

'It's probably a bit longer actually.'

Tamzin glances down at the whip but makes no move towards it. 'You were really in the war?' Tamzin's fingers wander to Jezebel's small breast and begin to tease the nipple. She smiles as it responds appropriately.

'Like I say, I have fought in several.'

'Then you've lived and loved?'

'Who hasn't?' Jezebel shifts her weight gently in her bonds.

'Does this bother you?' Tamzin squeezes Jezebel's nipple.

'Not really but not wanting to be crude, I really have to pee.'

'I won't fall for that old one.' Tamzin giggles.

'Keep many war veterans chained up in your apartment?' Jezebel suddenly seems far more sober but Tamzin does not seem to notice.

'No, but it's a hobby I'm thinking of taking up.' She leans in and gently kisses her captive's other nipple. 'You know.' Tamzin yawns suddenly. 'I'm really tired.'

Tamzin sits down beside Jezebel and empties her glass. 'I really don't know why I've just done that.'

She wakes several hours later to find her captive has gone.

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A LITTLE LATER, NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

'My Lady. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?'

It is early in the evening and Madam Bondage welcomes Pauline into the quarters assigned to her within the palace.

'I understand you will be leaving early in the morning and did not want to miss the opportunity to express my gratitude to you for sparring with me this morning. I found it most...instructive.'

'My Lady is too kind.'

'I am anxious to visit Castle Strangeways and learn more about you...er...your people.'

Madam Bondage smiles. Indeed, I will ensure arrangements for your visit begin on my return.'

There is a moment's silence.

'May I assist you in any other way, My Lady?'

Pauline begins to speak a little hesitantly her cheeks colouring slightly. 'There is a custom at the Academy concerning such contests as ours this morning. I was wondering if it was one with which you are familiar having studied under the same teacher.'

Madam Bondage raises an eyebrow.

'It is customary for the defeated to offer some service to the victor, a forfeit.'

Madam Bondage smiles.

'And you wish to fulfil that obligation?'

'I sensed earlier that you may have claimed such a reward had not my guardian...intervened.'

'Perhaps.' The tone in the northerner's voice is level and Pauline still cannot decide what Madam Bondage had planned to do to her. 'You had something in mind?'

Before she can respond the door to Madam Bondage's bed chamber opens and Hazel emerges; the slave is naked, her hair damp from a recent shower, she carries the purple thigh high toe boots she wore in the mall and is draped with a towel that does nothing to conceal the delights of her lush body. On seeing her mistress and her visitor she immediately discards the towel and drops to her knees spreading them wide. It is the first time Pauline has seen the girl's face; and she is surprised to find that although the slave is pretty she is not as stunning as the princess would have assumed. She is clearly of northern Bellanian origin though her hair is lighter than Pauline's and her face slightly rounder; unusually her eyes are hazel and this adds an exotic attraction to her that would not otherwise be present.

Pauline looks back to Madam Bondage wondering why the dominant has chosen this woman as her slave.

'Perhaps you would rather be alone with your slave, Madam.' She has not thought about the possibility of facing the slave.

'I recall we were discussing your forfeit. I'm sure Hazel won't mind but I'll hood her if you wish.'

With her hand trembling, Pauline reaches up and undoes the clasp of her robe allowing it to slip to the floor; beneath she is naked; then, self-consciously, she drops to her knees to adopt a posture similar to that of Madam Bondage's slave.

With her head bowed Pauline cannot see the smile on Madam Bondage's face.

'Actually, there is something you could do for me.' She turns to her slave. 'Hazel, bring your restraint sleeves.'

Pauline watches as the slave slips gracefully onto all fours and crawls from the room; the girl's movements are deliciously sexual, her hips swaying enticingly and Pauline wonders if Hazel always moves like this or whether it is a display for her mistress in the presence of another woman. The full curves of her buttocks are as perfect as are her huge breasts and the lips of her sex are full.

Hmm, that explains a lot. Do I look that hot from that angle?

Moments later the slave returns still crawling submissively on all fours, she carries in her mouth a pair or bondage sleeves joined by a harness. Unselfconsciously she crawls to Lady Bishop then sits back on her heels placing her hands behind her back and offering the leather restraints to her mistress.

Madam Bondage takes the sleeves and proceeds to slip them onto Hazel's arms, buckling them in place around the girl's upper arms, elbows and wrists; the sleeves end in sewn mitts preventing any use of the wearer's fingers, there are rings at the tips; the dominant then adjusts the shoulder harness before pulling her slave's arms up behind her back and locking the ring at the tip of the left sleeve behind the girl's right shoulder and then the tip of her right sleeve behind her left shoulder. The slave, now helpless with her arms folded up behind her back, continues to kneel obediently with her head bowed.

'Go to your pole.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Hazel rises and walks towards a slave pole, then, stretching to the tips of her toes she straddles the dildo at the top remaining on tiptoe awaiting a command from her Mistress. Pauline watches in anticipation aware of the tip of the dildo brushing the slave's labia; and the tingling in her own sex.

You could just put me on that as a punishment - forfeit, I mean forfeit.

Madam Bondage turns to Pauline. 'Lock her in.'

Pauline hesitates for only a moment before leaning forward and crawling towards the slave with as much swagger as she can muster.

No, actually, this is fine. Though you could punish me too.

As she crawls towards the slave she catches sight of herself in a mirror.

Hey, I do look that good.

Kneeling beside the pole Pauline snaps the cuffs round the girl's slim ankles aware that the slave is trembling even more than she is herself. The cuffs hold the girl's ankles about a inch away from the pole and are designed to slide freely up and down the shaft. Her task complete Pauline sits back on her heels steeling a glance up at the slave standing above her. The girl's gaze is fixed ahead as she concentrates on maintaining her balance above the pole.

Those tits are fabulous.

Kneeling with her head bowed Pauline is aware of Madam Bondage coming to stand in front of her slave; the Lady Bishop's high heeled thigh boots are gorgeous, glistening wet look leather buckled in multiple straps; the desire to throw herself forward and worship them with her tongue is almost unbearable. She lifts her head slightly aware of the bare flesh above the boots and the leather briefs.

I could undo those buckles with my teeth.

Madam Bondage glances down at her and she bows her head again aware that the dominant is about to clamp her slave's huge nipples. She cannot resist looking up again and sees the heroine bend to kiss the slaves nipples gently before placing the clamps onto each of them; the clamps are thick nipple cuffs, linked by a short chain from which a nipple stimulator hangs; Pauline knows the device is linked linked remotely to the pole. Such systems are common in the bedrooms and boudoirs of Harmony along with punishment racks where submissives can be restrained for both their own pleasure and that of their mistress.

'You've been a very good girl this week, Hazel. I know it can't have been easy for you.' The heroine's fingers stroke the helpless girl's huge breasts then she bends and kisses her slave on the forehead. Pauline notices the girl's legs tense as, full of need, the slave pushes herself towards her mistress; in doing so, she has slid a little lower onto the pole. The princess keeps her head down aware of her own rising lust.

Lucky bitch.

Pauline's nipples are swollen with desire and would easily take a standard cuff but they are less than half the size of Lady Bishop's slave's nipples and the stim cuffs the girl has been locked into would simple fall off the princess' nipples. Also, though quite large by Harmony standards for an unenhanced girl and easily capable of taking a breast cuff, Pauline's breasts are dwarfed by Hazel's.

With Hazel's nipples cuffed Madam Bondage steps away from the pole and Pauline turns her head watching the sway of the redhead's hips as the dominant disappears into the bedroom before returning a moment later with a head harness. The old heroine steps behind her slave who opens her mouth unbidden to accept the large rubber ball of the gag; Madam Bondage then pulls the harness into place ensuring the blindfold covers the slave's eyes before buckling the straps tightly.

Please do that to me too!

Pauline is aware of the heat of her desire and the wetness between her legs. It takes all her willpower not to move or touch herself particularly when the dominant then activates the foot pedal which causes the pole and heel switches to rise beneath the helpless slave standing beside her leaving the gagged and blindfolded slave impaled on the pole; even without the restriction of the ankle cuffs she would not be able to climb off it without help.

'Well?'

'Delicious, Mistress.' Pauline's voice is dreamy and distracted.

'I wasn't talking to you.'

Pauline blushes at her lasciviousness and hears the gagged slave murmur acknowledgement; she imagines the girl nodding. Suddenly there is a loud slap and Pauline looks up, Madam Bondage has just struck the impaled slave on her buttocks.

'Wait.'

The helpless girl nods and Pauline notices the slave's legs are trembling uncontrollably. Aware of her own rising needs, Pauline, feels a sympathy for the helpless girl beside her so obviously embroiled in her own submissive lust. She sees Madam Bondage look down at her and then beckon her with a curl of her finger. The dominant turns on her heel and Pauline once again leans forward to crawl on all fours. She follows Lady Bishop into the bedroom, kneeling back and bowing her head as the woman turns to face her.

'Put those one.' She gestures to the bed and Pauline can see the slave boots Hazel was wearing when she first encountered the mistress and slave in the mall. 'I have a perfect forfeit for you.'

Yes, Mistress.

Pauline crawls to the bed and picks up the boots then sits on the floor to pull them on. The leather is cool and deliciously soft as she slides her legs into first the left then the right boot then; slowly, meticulously she begins to lace them up.

It takes her some time and she feels very aware that Madam Bondage may be watching her but she dares not look up.

Finally the boots are laced to her satisfaction and she sits for a moment, still naked on the floor admiring them. A soft cough distracts her and she hurriedly resumes her kneeling position, forced a little higher than she might otherwise be by the tightness of the boots.

'Bring this.' Madam Bondage throws the purple single sleeve down in front of her and Pauline bends eagerly to retrieve it with her mouth crawling after her mistress; as she looks up she sees Madam Bondage pick up the inflatable hood that covered Hazel's head in the mall.

Oh, Gaia. I think I'm going to cum.

Back in the reception room Madam Bondage picks up the control of the slave pole and sets it while Pauline sits back as far as the boots will allow, the sleeve still in her teeth; she is very aware of the leather rubbing gently on her stiffly erect right nipple with every breath.

'One in five, I think. I'm feeling generous tonight.' Madam Bondage activates the slave pole control, the green column four times larger than the red one. 'And perhaps a small chance of level 7 red for your earlier indiscretion.' She places the control in a low table and takes out her whip again then bends and kisses her slave's left breast before striking it hard with her whip; the breast bounces with the strike with it the sensor in the nipple cuffs and Pauline hears the buzz of vibrators.

'Lucky girl.' Madam Bondage smiles. 'All at once.' On the table three green '5's flash, two smaller ones and one large one.

The slave is already writhing on the pole the nipple stimulators and vibrator between her legs teasing her mercilessly.