10 comments/ 28093 views/ 5 favorites The Perfect Team By: ThesecretsIkeep This is my first story...in this category anyway...obviously it is a bit short and will be a multi-part story. This is only the beginning, the introduction of what I hope to be much more to come (if it's wanted). We had played this game many times before. We had it down to a science by now. I was lying in the alley, crying; just waiting to strike. I heard soft footsteps and smirked to myself, it never took long. Before I ever saw the person, I knew it was a women by the way she walked...she was walking so quietly, so unsure of what lurked in the shadows, but she had to be good natured as she went to investigate the source of whimpering, me. It was night of course, the only way we could pull this off without really alarming anyone, but the moon shone brightly in the sky and it wasn't too difficult to see my eyes had adjusted by now. especially since I had been laying out here for hours. The woman stepped closer to me, slowly, making sure there was no one else around. Oblivious. She bent down in front of me and gently touched my shoulder. I winced and pulled away from her, letting the sobs wrack my whole body. "Are you ok?" She asked softly. At my lack of response she leaned closer to me "It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you...I just want to help you." I rolled onto my side and looked at her fearfully...skeptically; my face bruised and tear stained. I could see the pain in her eyes, the anger at what had happened to me and the kindness, tenderness as she leaned over my face and touched my cheek softly. "Please...it's ok. What happened?" She looked away and shook her and mumbled something about being stupid. "You know what it doesn't matter... let's just get you out of here, ok?" She attempted to lift me a bit but had difficulty, I was only a little smaller than her and there was no way she could carry me. She looked around nervously and tried again. "I'm going to help you...but I need you to help me. Can you stand?" I nodded my head mutely. I feigned to struggle as I slowly and shakily lifted myself up on my hands and leaned onto her for support as I stood up. I looked up once and scanned the alley, I couldn't see him but I nodded my head once for the signal. I heard the crunch of his boots on the gravel and I whirled around and screamed at the top of my lungs. The girl turned too and when she saw him she put my arm around my shoulder and tried to run with me. We wouldn't get very far. He ran at her then and everything slowed down. I moved my arm from her shoulder and backed away from her, just a few inches as he grabbed her around the waist and covered her mouth and nose. She fought him as best she could but, him being a solid foot taller than her and weighing at least 60 pounds more, it didn't take long before she blacked out. He let her go and she dropped to the ground. I walked over to him and smiled down at the pretty brunette we had just captured, we made such a good team. I started to let my eyes wander over her face and body but he rudely interrupted me with his complaints. "That bitch bit me! Jesus Bree, could you wait next time for one with...I don't know...less spirit or something. Damn." He lifted his foot to kick her unmoving body but I hovered over her protectively and glared up at him. "Don't you dare hurt her." I snapped. Then I paused and smiled at him sweetly. "Aww...I'm sorry baby." I grabbed his hand and kissed it softly and then stood on my tip toes to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for helping me baby, I'll make it easier next time, I promise. C'mon though, let's get her to the car." He picked her up and cradled her in his arms. For all of his anger, he was such a big baby and a big softie. I smirked. I always thought his tenderness was cute. He tossed her in the back seat, somewhat dismissively. I glared at him again, but he failed to notice. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her and then cradled her head in my arms, stroking her hair affectionately. I grabbed the water and sleeping pill from the front seat and, while she dozed, I coaxed her into swallowing it. We had to keep her asleep for a while, we lived a little over two hours from the main city and we tried to keep these 'activities' far from home to not rouse any suspicion. I must have dozed off with her, because I next found myself blinking at the rising sun and laying in the car alone. How dare he leave me in here! He knows the positioning is my favorite part! I glared at myself and at him through the door of the car. I opened the door... The Perfect Team Ch. 02 I stepped out of the car and held up my hand to shield my eyes from the bright light. I growled under my breath and stomped towards the house. Mumbling to myself I cursed Jason, my partner in 'crime'. I stopped at the door and closed my eyes. I took a deep relaxing breath, trying to calm myself down. I opened it quietly and stepped inside. Our home was quite average, two stories and not very big. It was simple, quaint, comfortable ...normal. I walked up the stairs, casually sliding my hand up the rail and clicking my nails. I wore the mask of calm, but on the inside I was still fuming. I crossed the loft and went into the small right hallway and headed to our back room. Our play room. I opened the door and my steady glare waned at the beautiful sight before me. I smiled wide and let my eyes roam. My smile wasn't one of joy or happiness...it was wicked delight. My little captive was trembling still, but looked exhausted. She must have given up on screaming and escape because she hung almost limply and was quiet. Her eyes were puffy and red, but there were no more tears. Jason had only dared to take off her shoes so the tops of her toes were red from dragging on the ground, her wrists were red too from the thick ropes he had her slightly suspended from. Her pretty brown hair was a mess from her struggling. I couldn't help but stare at her and drink in the sight. She looked beautiful. "Oh Jason...you shouldn't have!" She looked up when I spoke and her face was... well...priceless. The shock, the fury from betrayal in her eyes as I stood before her. She was still in her clothes from last night though her black coat sleeves had fallen down to her elbows and the tie in the front had opened, revealing a purple low cut shirt. I stepped closer to her and her fight had returned, she was glaring at me, yelling, well muffling, profanities I'm sure, and wiggling her body as best she could in her fit of rage. I traced my hand down her check and rested it at her jaw. Her anger faded. She looked so scared, so... pathetic, as her situation dawned on her again. She quieted at my touch and the tears began to flow. I hushed her softly and reached around the back of her head to take off the ball gag. She whimpered in fear and relief. Her eyes were still full of tears but she had stopped crying. "Please..." she said softly. I looked at her sincerely and rubbed her cheek with my thumb "Please what?" I corrected She swallowed, trying to regain the courage to speak. She trembled again "Please" She begged. "...Just let me go..." Her big brown eyes searched my face pleadingly. I frowned at her a moment, I could tell by the small amount of hope on her face that she mistook it for compassion. It was disappointment. I backed away from her, considering how to explain this...error. I sighed then looked up and smiled cruelly. "That wasn't that answer that I was looking for, sweetie." I moved towards her quickly and grabbed her hair. She yelped as I pulled it tightly in my hand. "It's 'Please, Mistress.'" My voice went cold and I looked her in the eye as I pulled her head back "Understood?" She began to cry again, thin little streams of tears as she babbled desperately. I rolled my eyes and put the gag back on. "And unless you learn to shut the fuck up you are going to wear this. Understood?" She nodded her head and continued sniffling. I eyed her up and down once slowly and turned my head towards Jason. "Jason...Clean her up." I looked down at myself and scoffed. I was still in the same clothes from last night too. My fake victim outfit, that is. I figured since I looked just as rough as her I may as well do the same and go take a shower and change. I looked back up at him and I winked slyly "The faster you finish up with her...the sooner you can come join me". He was always a sucker for shower play. I knew he wouldn't have enough time to clean her up before I was done getting ready, but I just loved to tease him. I was clean and ready to play with my new toy. I had never really cared for latex and leather. Corsets were OK, but I just adored lingerie. I put my hair up in a messy bun and slipped into a black and white baby doll. I grabbed my garter belt, stockings and heels and slid the soft black fabric up to my thigh and slipped my feet into the shoes. I turned this way and that in the mirror and smiled. I suppose didn't look like the stereotypical 'Dom', but I preferred this kind of look...it was simple, cute, and sexy. I walked out of the bathroom and towards the play room again. "Head up, slut."