Brutally stuffing her gasps and whimpers back down her throat, Olivia clung to the bedpost with cuffed hands. Her body was jerked to one side, the tug and resulting sensation of tightness informing her that her mistress had just secured the final leather strap of the Milwaukee brace that compressed her waist and immobilized her spine. It was a torturous contraption of leather, steel and custom-molded plastic, a throwback to the cruelty of mid-twentieth century medical science and a device that elicited whistles of awe and admiration on each of the rare occasions Alex allowed her pet to be seen wearing it.
For her part, Olivia felt a twinge of fear whenever she laid eyes on the brace; even in private, Alex only brought it out of the closet for very special reasons. And when Olivia first felt the cold metal tip her chin back until the base of her skull pressed against the steel ring, her heart always skipped in terror. By the time the last strap was buckled into place, however, Olivia had sunk deep into her soothing submission without fail. This particular instance was not proving to be an exception to the rule. Once Alex relaxed the tension, Olivia let go of the wooden post and allowed her hands to fall to her waist, relaxing heavily into the comfort of her enforced and willing slavery. She waited, still and silent, for her mistress's instructions.
Instantly, Alex's hands seemed to be all over her body, digging probing fingers between leather straps and her slave's thighs, chest and throat and rattling the chains linking Olivia's ankles and wrists. Nodding in satisfaction, Alex rose to her feet and cupped Olivia's cheeks in her palms. She brushed the pads of her thumbs over Olivia's cheekbones, lavishing attention on some of the last flesh she had left exposed. Not that it would remain that way for long, Alex smirked to herself. But, before the real fun could begin, Alex had to be sure her beloved pet would be alright.
She smiled gently, momentarily discarding her stern mistress's act. "Do you feel alright?" she asked seriously. Olivia blinked once, giving their agreed-upon signal for yes. "Is anything too tight?" Olivia blinked twice. Alex let her mask of authority drop back into place and withdrew her tender caress. Adeptly, she pinned the end of Olivia's black headscarf across her pet's face, leaving only her dark eyes visible. Alex grinned fiercely, the proud expression of a woman who owned something fine and highly enviable.
"Eyes down," she snapped, turning on her heel and striding from the room, secure in her knowledge that Olivia had obeyed and would follow in her proper place. She had made it clear already that Olivia's good behavior was very important to her mistress tonight, the first night of their much-needed vacation. Alex wanted to put Olivia through her paces, to test how well she had trained her faithful pet and, if the opportunity arose, push Olivia through some of the fantasies she had whispered in the dark. It was important to get off to a good start.
It had taken Alex many hours of careful research to plan this trip. She had to ensure that they would come to a safe place, a place where no harm or humiliation would come to her or, more importantly, to Olivia. The brunette placed an immense amount of trust into Alex's care. It was her responsibility to keep her pet from injury of any kind and she regarded that responsibility with the utmost seriousness. That was why she had spent so long on her extensive background checks and reference reviews of the business and its employees before booking their time at this resort.
Composed of a small compound of bright cottages, it was situated on a parcel of tree-shaded land one hundred miles outside of Montreal. It was peaceful and secluded, protected by acres of forest and security cameras installed along the only driveway to deter nosy neighbors. The owner, a mistress in a committed relationship with her male submissive, was sharply sensitive to her clientele's requirements for privacy. After all, the fetishes practiced by her guests were easily and commonly interpreted by outsiders as abuse. That wasn't to say that she condoned abuse or allowed the law to be broken on the premises. As far as Alex could discern from her research, the exact opposite was closer to the truth. Offenders were ejected, warned not to return and, if needed, reported to the local police. Alex appreciated this and she also appreciated that each couple was afforded the privacy of their own cottage for the duration. There were more public play spaces available, though Alex doubted she'd take advantage, and a communal dinner was offered each evening. But, should they choose to do so, Alex and Olivia could lock themselves in and never see another soul until they checked out. Alex approved of the seclusion but decided that, for some variety, she and Olivia would attend dinner their first night. She was hungry and she had already spent much of the evening adorning her pet with all of her favorite toys. She didn't want to have wasted her effort.
So she strolled along the dark sidewalk that led from their cottage to the central building, enjoying the cool evening air and the rapid beat of her slave's forcibly hobbled steps. Sensing that Olivia was struggling to keep up, Alex slowed her pace and slipped her hand underneath the brace's bowed steel rod to press against the small of Olivia's back. For a few moments at least, Alex would grant her obedient girlfriend the privilege of walking alongside her mistress. The pleasure would sustain her pet through dinner when she would have to maintain perfect compliance and composure if she wanted to please Alex. Stepping aside, Alex waited for Olivia to hold the door for her. She breezed in and paused to allow her pet to catch up before entering the dining room.
As in the cottages, the décor was simple and bright, serving as a counterpoint to the dark and varied outfits of the occupants. Alert to all of her pet's movements, Alex felt Olivia creep close behind her, brushing against her arm as all eyes focused on them. Alex was well aware of Olivia's shyness when revealed as a submissive in public. She kept her ears intent, listening carefully for any sound from her pet's throat or snaps from her fingers, both of which were signs that Olivia was distressed. She heard nothing but the rustle of Olivia's copious clothing and heavy restraints and so Alex turned her attention to the woman who had risen to greet her. It was the owner, Janet, and she welcomed Alex enthusiastically with a shake of her extended hand and a kiss on her cheek before escorting her to the table. Pausing near an empty seat, Janet pointed out the other guests and introduced them by name. Alex smiled at each in turn before Janet glanced at Alex's silent companion. She gestured to Olivia's hand. "May I?"
Alex nodded, granting her permission, but kept a watchful eye on the strange woman. She assumed that Janet was well versed in common protocols; Alex and Olivia didn't employ any rules that would be considered out of the ordinary in this community. That said, Alex was very protective. One stray finger on Janet's part and Alex would pull her off so fast her head would spin. But, as she watched, Alex relaxed. Janet was gentle and respectful and maintained a polite distance. She held Olivia's bound, gloved hands in one of her own as she surveyed the submissive woman's accoutrement of steel and leather with obvious admiration. She spared Alex a glance. "She's lovely. Does she have a name?"
Alex grinned. "It's Olivia."
Janet nodded approvingly. "A beautiful name for a beautiful pet. And you simply have to tell me where you found this marvelous piece of equipment. I could really use one for my Eric. Sometimes his posture gets so sloppy." Janet tsked and caressed the steel bar linking Olivia's chin to the brace buckled around her hips with the air of an oenophile handling a bottle of particularly rare and fine vintage. With a last, lingering glance at Olivia, Janet released the silent woman and invited Alex to sit.
Replete with satisfaction, Alex motioned for Olivia to take her place kneeling in the open space beside her chair. Olivia obeyed with as much grace as she could manage and, at her mistress's touch on her stiffly held chin, raised her gaze to Alex's face. Even through her light touch, Alex could sense her loving slave's shiver of pleasure as she accepted the praise in her mistress's tender smile. She had done well and Alex had duly taken notice. She lowered her eyes as Alex moved her hand to palm the crown of her head. This caress and Alex's smile were Olivia's reward for perfect comportment and her promise of good things to come if she continued in such lovely fashion. Olivia smiled behind her gag and veil and resolved to make Alex proud. Her mistress had spent so much time planning this vacation just for her and Olivia was determined to match her effort. Taking a long breath, she relaxed completely into her role. Here, on this rug, crouched at her mistress's feet, Olivia felt more secure and at peace than she ever had.