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Charity Begins At Home Pt 1

Chapter I

Mistress Sidonia arrived at the ballroom for the annual fundraiser of the London Charity Orchestra. She gazed around the huge room to take in the crowd of attendees and immediately surmised this bunch of stuck-up bozos would likely be more comfortable sailing on their yachts or checking the bank statements inside the mansions they owned rather then having to mingle with the commoners under the guise of doing charitable works for mankind. It was all just so much playacting and certifiable bullshit, but Mistress Sidonia was attending the event for a very specific reason. Which was to scout for any potential slave prospects She might encounter during the long (and She was sure, quite boring) evening ahead of Her.

If She scored in that respect, then the outrageous price of a ticket She purchased for the so-called “privilege” of being at the over-hyped shindig would be more then justified. There was some poor moron here right now that, come tomorrow morning, would wish he had never donned his fancy tuxedo to saunter into the ballroom under the banner of a charity he couldn’t have cared less about. Of that She was absolutely certain. Just last month the Mistress had abducted two new slaves, one from a bar and the other from an office building, so She was “on a roll” as they say. Being totally unknown to the group of London society patrons present was also in Her favor. If and when She located and coerced Her victim to leave with Her, it would “all be over but the crying” for the runt. Now that She thought of it, there was a tremendous amount of truth to such a pithy saying. For whoever Her chosen victim was going to be, his crying was just about to begin. She smiled to Herself: whichever one of you “men” I’m taking out of here with Me tonight, I wish you better luck in your next life!

It didn’t take long for Mistress Sidonia to be noticed by the males in the room. The dress requirement was semi-formal, although a few of the people were arrayed in formal attire. She had worn a two-piece conservative business outfit of charcoal gray with matching gloves and purse. The ensemble perfectly matched Her new BCBG MaxAzaria wide ankle strap black leather shoes. The shoes might have been new but they were about to be broken in quickly at the expense of someone very soon. And that someone might just be heading Her way She noticed, as a gentleman that appeared to be in his late 30’s was walking in a straight line headed directly for Her. Probably wants to put Me on his dance card for later, She smirked. Short and a bit on the emaciated side, the man arrived to where She was standing and introduced himself.

“Hello! My name is Bentley Taft. I’m an art dealer here in London. I don’t think I have had the pleasure of meeting you at any of our previous functions,” he said.

Isn’t that perfect, the Mistress thought, and almost much too fortuitous as well for Her. He looks like a rich jerk off that would be named Bentley Taft. Love the tux you have on, Bentley. It’s a bit big on that puny frame of yours, though. Maybe you would be wise to fire your tailor. Perhaps She would not have the need to remain hanging around this pompous soiree very long after all. She smiled, having to look down at the short man as he spoke with Her.

“My name is Suzanne von Helsing,” said the Mistress, extending Her hand to him. No way I’m telling you My real name you tiny weasel, She reasoned to Herself. Not yet at least. Besides, I can’t afford for someone to overhear it during this conversation.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Suzanne. A real pleasure!” he said, as he flashed Her a toothy, bleached white grin. Damn flirt. She felt like knocking out all of those bleached pearly whites he was blinding Her with. But if what She expected to happen would come to fruition in the next few minutes, She would have plenty of time for such pleasures later. Bentley was going to get bent, but good. By Her. And She was going to enjoy every second of it.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you as well, Bentley” Mistress Sidonia said to him, lying through Her beautiful, smiling mouth as She watched his ego soar when Her words were heard by him. This was going to be too easy, She thought to Herself. Where is the challenge to it?

Just then, the challenge surfaced. It was in the form of a women appearing to be about ten years younger than Taft’s age, who was approaching the two as they spoke. She had daggers in her eyes. Which wasn’t difficult for Mistress Sidonia to see, even with the little wench’s horrendous eye makeup and washed out features.

“Bentley, we haven’t spent more then a few moments together since we arrived” the newcomer to the conversation pouted at him, while completely ignoring the Mistress.

Snotty bitch, She thought to herself. If you belonged to Me that insolent attitude would be taken care of quickly. And permanently.

“I was just speaking to Ms. Suzanne von Helsing here, Felicity” he said to her, obviously exasperated by the woman’s arrival into his discussion with Mistress Sidonia. And he was none too pleased about it, either. “Ms. von Helsing, this is my fiancée, Felicity Adams.”

“Bentley, you are my future husband. I expect you to spend the evening with me. And me alone!” she said, still never having once looked at Mistress Sidonia. The whining powder puff was beginning to sound to Mistress Sidonia like Scarlet O’Hara talking to one of her wimpy beaus in “Gone With the Wind”. Isn’t this interesting, the Mistress mused in Her mind. A bit of a domestic squabble going on, I dare say. Which could very well work in Her favor for spiriting the lowlife named Bentley Taft out of this circus quickly and without any hassles.

“I apologize to you for occupying Bentley. Felicity, wasn’t it?” said the Mistress as She smiled at the woman. Felicity Adams? It figured. The obnoxious girl had a name that any Social Register would be proud to have in its listings. “Bentley and I were just going to leave for a few minutes as I can’t stay the entire night. He has kindly offered to view some paintings I own at My house a short distance away to give Me an appraisal of their worth should I decide to donate them. All for charity, of course. Isn’t that true, Bentley?”

“Yes, I will be delighted to do the appraisal, Ms. von Helsing. Absolutely delighted! We were going to leave now, weren’t we, so I might return to Felicity as soon as possible. Correct?”

Good boy, Bentley. You picked up on My lead very well, thought Mistress Sidonia. You’ll regret it soon enough, I assure you.

“Yes, we certainly were preparing to depart. Shall we go to My SUV? It’s located just outside and I’ll have the valet driver bring it to the ballroom entrance now if that is agreeable with you” Mistress Sidonia said, looking at him as well as Felicity.

“Then I will join you. Of course, if it is ‘agreeable’ to the both of you!” Felicity said angrily, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“No, Felicity. It most certainly is not!” Bentley stared at her.

“Then how far are you going, Bentley, and how long will you be?” demanded Felicity.

“I don’t know, Felicity. Ms. von Helsing, how long a drive is it to Your place?” asked Bentley as he turned away from Felicity to speak with the Mistress.

It was too late. Mistress Sidonia had already departed to have the valet fetch Her vehicle.

“Felicity, I really don’t appreciate your interrupting my conversation with Ms. von Helsing. Now, I don’t know how far it is to Her home. But I am sure I will return within a reasonable amount of time. Meanwhile, please mingle with the other guests and cease treating me as your exclusive property!” he whispered to her testily and was gone to meet Mistress Sidonia while leaving Felicity standing by herself. Bentley Taft wasn’t about to miss out on the chance to get to know this beautiful woman Suzanne von Helsing better, and he’d be damned if Felicity was going to get in his way. What he didn’t realize was despite the fact he wasn’t the exclusive property of Felicity, he would soon definitely become the exclusive property of Mistress Sidonia. Not voluntarily, either.

“I have no intention of waiting for you here, Bentley. I have a little surprise for you!” she said under her breath after he left. She, too, headed towards the valet stand. If she couldn’t go with the pair then she’d follow them in her car. Bentley was hers and no other woman was going to take him. Period!

Mistress Sidonia would have something to say about that statement. Felicity just didn’t know it yet.

Chapter II

Arriving at the valet stand, Felicity watched hidden from view as “Suzanne von Helsing” and Bentley Taft hopped into Mistress Sidonia’s black SUV and began to drive off. She then promised £50 pounds to the valet attendant if he would have her car in front of the ballroom within 2 minutes. The kid was gone in a flash and back with her car even faster then she could have hoped for. She handed him the money and began to drive off in the direction she had watched the SUV take. It was all one straight road for at least 5 kilometers in the only direction they could have driven when leaving the huge ballroom grounds. Within another 2 minutes, Felicity spotted the black SUV in front of her, staying far enough behind it to avoid Bentley recognizing her car should he look into the passenger side rear view mirror or glance out the window behind him. In another 15 minutes, she watched as the vehicle pulled up in the driveway to a house located in a quiet, suburban residential complex. She turned left on a street two blocks before the house where the SUV was parking and shut the car’s lights and engine off. Felicity was clearly able to see the house and then the two people exit the vehicle. They entered the front door, which quickly closed behind them. Felicity might be a spoiled airhead but she was smart enough to realize that patience was a virtue in this scenario. She would wait and bide her time until she was ready, and then knock on the door to see for herself what was going on between her fiancée and this Belinda Schultz woman. The pair weren’t fooling Felicity Adams she fumed to herself. Not at all!

If Ms. Adams had Superman’s x-ray vision, what she could see through the walls of the house she was watching would surely have shocked the rich little princess. Once Mistress Sidonia and Bentley Taft entered Her house, the Mistress shut and locked the front door. The blinds on the windows had already been closed in anticipation of Her return to the house with Her quarry, preventing prying eyes from the street outside from glancing in. Quickly and entirely unseen by him with his back towards Her, She reached into Her purse and crushed ‘sleepy’ capsules She had wrapped in a cloth. It was only a matter of a few seconds more before Taft was breathing in the powerful fumes, struggling futilely as he attempted to break from Mistress Sidonia’s powerful grip She was using to overpower him.

“Save yourself the trouble of resisting, Taft. It’s totally useless!” the Mistress laughed as he began to lose consciousness. She was correct. It was indeed useless and he fell to the polished hardwood floor with a slight thud, lying still. “That will keep you out for a while, My friend. Let’s get you prepared for the fun and games I have planned, shall we?” the Mistress said as She looked down towards the floor with a smirk at the unconscious art dealer.

Opening a hallway closet, Mistress Sidonia removed some coils of strong white rope She had cut and pre-positioned inside the closet earlier in the day. Taking the coils, She moved back to Her “guest” and began to truss him up after stripping him down to his underwear. She rolled him over onto his stomach and tied his ankles, knees and thighs first with the strong rope. She then placed Her foot firmly on the back of his neck so his face pressed into the floor while She was reaching down and positioning his arms behind his back. She bound the unfortunate man’s wrists and elbows tightly together. Once the task was completed, She stood over his sleeping form and rolled him back over so he was now face up. Taking a small rubber ball She had in one of the pockets of the business suit She wore, She forced his mouth open and popped the sphere inside, then closed his jaw. His teeth were no longer visible with the object fitting perfectly between his lips.

“Excellent. And without any messy unsightly bulge of the cheeks, either!” She said, laughing to herself.

The Mistress then pulled a white woman’s handkerchief from another pocket of Her business suit, folding the material a few times so it now was in a long, narrow rectangular shape. Moving to the top of his head, She knelt down and propped him up in a sitting position. Mistress Sidonia then placed the folded cloth directly over the man’s mouth, covering the entire area of the lips. She pulled the cloth firmly to the rear of his head. She knotted the two ends of the handkerchief together at the back of Her conquered victim’s head as tightly as possible, indenting his face in the process. The narrow gag would be absolutely effective in maintaining silence, but also would allow Her to leave some dandy red welt marks from Her shoes on the rest of his exposed face. Finishing, She returned him to lying face up in an unconscious state on the floor. He was gagged, tied and helpless. Which is exactly the way She wanted him to be when She woke him up from his enforced slumber.

“You’ll feel just like a carpet when I’m done with you, little man. Except you won’t need to be vacuumed!” She chuckled, looking down at Her pathetic new slave.

To be continued in Part 2 Here …

by sgc
Note: This is just a fictional fantasy femdom story