Irene/Molly: Femslash
Warning: Will include bondage, spanking, girl-on-girl, sex toys, etc. Don't like, don't read.
Beta'd by siriuslyholly.
Rated M
Molly flagged a taxi to make sure she was in good time for the appointment, yet as she sat in the back of the cab, with her large, green fabric bag heavy with her uniform and shoes stuffed inside it, she shivered as her excitement got the better of her.
She wanted Irene's skin on her skin again; wanted the harsh sting of her hand against her hot backside; wanted Irene's fingers inside of her…
Molly had almost drifted off into a sea of very pleasant daydreams when the cabbie yelled through the glass partition that she was at her destination. Shaking and suddenly very warm, Molly paid the cabbie, stepped out onto the pavement and made a beeline for the intercom.
As her finger was just a centimetre away from the button, she hesitated. Her bottom lip quivered as she contemplated what she was about to let herself in for. She now knew what an 'appointment' with The Woman would entail and she was sure her desire to just be near Irene was more overwhelming than her need to breathe, but the inevitability at being in a submissive state; at being physically chastised and made to feel small truly scared her. It was a while before she had been able to sit comfortably after her first appointment, yet it had fulfilled her needs more than any of her past experiences.
Molly sucked in a long deep breath and shut her eyes tightly. She stretched out her index finger in the general direction of the bell, having memorised its position, but her fingertip never made contact.
She jumped and opened her eyes as the door was opened harshly and the familiar face of 'Kate' emerged from behind it. Her impossibly smooth strawberry-blonde hair was so sleek the door frame was reflecting off it. As before, she was fully made up and wore the tightest blouse and pencil skirt Molly had ever seen. Kate was definitely the most alluring-looking secretary Molly had come across, but she was no match for the seductive and dominant Irene Adler.
"Well, hello, Miss Hooper. Lovely to see you again. Please…" Kate said as she gestured for Molly to enter. Molly did so and once again was witness to the glorious interior of Irene Adler's home. The warmth of the air was soothing but at the same time utterly unnerving. The Woman was like an elusive spectre somewhere in the house – probably in her 'office' – but this was not known to the young pathologist. She paused in the hallway and stared at the stairs as if Irene would appear before her like a noble lady greeting her guests for a state dinner.
"You're in good time today, Miss Hooper. I'm sure Miss Adler would appreciate it. Please go straight upstairs and into the bedroom you last got changed in." With that, Kate briskly departed into a room off the hallway and promptly slammed the door. It was as if she had been told beforehand to make herself scarce as soon as Molly arrived.
"Um, okay…" Molly muttered. She ascended the stairs with an uneven pace. Anticipation and excitement was pulling her towards the room but fear was dragging her back.
Eventually, Molly found herself opposite the door of the office, which was shut. No signs of life from behind it could be seen or heard but the bedroom to her left was open. She wandered inside to see that no new clothes were laid out for her. She knew that she would have to don her uniform again without instructions to tell her so.
Quickly, she scrambled out of her cardigan, loose shirt, jeans and pink socks and pulled the clothes out of her shoulder bag. Molly ticked them off in her head as she pulled them out: shoes, blouse with the sewn on tie, black skirt. All there. Except for one item.
"Oh, shit!" Molly exclaimed under her breath. The tights! The silky black ones that Irene let her keep! Molly then remembered that she had put them in the wash and had hung them over the bath rail… but she had neglected to bring them to the appointment.
She flushed all over as she remembered a particular conversation she and The Woman had whilst over her knee in the office;
"Um, y-you asked me to p-put the tights on, Miss Adler…"
"Yes, I did, but it's part of your uniform, Miss Hooper and if you hadn't been wearing them when you entered my office you would have felt my cane across your naughty backside."
Molly shuffled on the spot, thinking out her options. She could make a run for it; leave and just ignore any messages from Irene. She could try and see if any of the drawers in the bedroom had any spare tights or just be honest with her superior and admit that she had forgotten to bring them. The truth seemed like the best answer. Her mother had always taught her to tell the truth, even if it did get her in trouble.
Molly put on the shoes, blouse and skirt quickly and checked herself in the mirror. Could be better, she thought. The clothes did look rather creased. At least her hair was neater, though, and her ponytail was almost as silky looking as Kate's.
Once outside the door of the office, where Molly assumed Irene would be lurking, she took a moment to brace herself for the events that were about to unfold before knocking softly on the door.
"Enter!" Came the voice behind the door.
Taking care to open and close it with caution, Molly took awkward slow steps in her high-heeled shoes. She managed a weak smile when she entered, seeing The Woman perched on the end of her bureau. She, too, was grinning but more out of premeditated triumph than out of feeling any kind of pleasure of seeing Molly Hooper again.
As soon as her heavily made-up eyes scanned her submissive's body, Irene's face became one of disappointment. Molly knew why and could only stand there with her legs squeezed close together and her hands clasped. It was as if she had been caught out doing something she shouldn't and there was no hiding her guilt.
"Miss Hooper. I see you have forgotten something," Irene remarked indifferently. Molly rubbed her knees together, taking her right heel off the floor and pressing her lips together.
"Um, yes. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to –" Molly stopped as soon as Irene held her index finger up for her to be silent.
"I've told you before, have I not, that speaking out of turn will land you in trouble? Speak only when spoken to, Miss Hooper and do exactly as I tell you. Is that understood?"
Molly nodded nervously. As Irene's eyes swept over Molly's slender legs, Molly swore she could feel her stare burning into her like a laser.
"So, you don't seem to have learned your lesson in full from last time: you have forgotten to put on your whole uniform,, Miss Hooper!" Irene reprimanded. "You clearly haven't improved from your last punishment. You are far too headstrong for your own good, young lady." Irene seemed rather calm but definitely had a warning tone in her voice. Molly knew that she was in for a harsher, more painful punishment than before.
Irene pointed to the centre of the room, right in front of her bureau and gestured with her eyes that Molly stand there. The submissive obeyed and once again assumed her 'innocent' pose. She wanted to apologise, to explain that she did not deliberately forget the tights. She honestly thought that they would have sex again after a little spanking. But now, harsher treatment was impending and it scared her, yet, somehow, she found herself looking forward to it as if she were about to embark on a rollercoaster ride much more thrilling and dangerous than the last one.
Irene stood up straight and took a step forward to Molly's left. The young pathologist found it hard to look her in the eye but she couldn't bring herself to look anywhere else.
"Keep your eyes, your feet and your body facing forward!" Irene instructed. Molly obeyed, shuffling her feet and trying not to fall over in her shoes .
Irene circled Molly's body once, leaving about half a metre between then. On her second circle, Irene drew in closer, breathing in her scent and admiring how stunning Molly looked in her uniform. Molly could only look straight forward as she felt goose bumps rise all over her body as if Irene was made of ice. The Woman did not touch her. Not once. She didn't want Molly to feel any kind of pleasure at that moment.
"You have to be one of the most beautiful students I've ever had in my office, Miss Hooper. 'Had' in both senses of the word," she said with a grin, standing right in front of Molly and pointing to her eyes as she commanded that her submissive gave her eye contact. Molly tried to smile at the compliment but Irene's face was so serious she just couldn't sustain it for longer than half a second.
"However, you are also one of the most disobedient, defiant and stubborn girls I've had. You need to learn that it won't be tolerated in my presence. If I say 'jump', you say 'how high?' and if I tell you to do something for me, you will do it without hesitation or question. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes! Yes, Miss Adler. Sorry."
"Good. Sorry, however, is not good enough."
Molly wondered if Irene would bring out the cane she had previously threatened her with and demand that she bend over the desk. She didn't. Irene moved behind Molly and she heard The Woman extract something from a drawer. Footsteps approached her from behind and stopped as the owner hovered a couple of inches from Molly's shaking body.
The air felt like it was moving as Irene's arms seemed to curve around her shoulders, but Molly almost shrieked when she discovered that Irene had a large black band of fabric in her hand.
"Stay still!" Irene warned as she placed the cloth over Molly's eyes. Her breathing accelerated and she swayed on the spot, instantly feeling a sense of disorientation. Irene gently, yet tightly, knotted it at the back of Molly's head and gripped her shoulders. "You will definitely do what I say now, won't you, Miss Hooper?"
"Y-yes, Miss Adler," Molly stuttered. Irene's strong hands pulled against Molly's left shoulder, prompting her to turn around. Irene then grasped her waist to hold her steady and once again positioned her so they were face to face.
"You will be punished. You deserve it and one of the ways I will ensure this is to deny you your basic sense. It will heighten all your other senses and you will learn to trust me more. Do you understand?" Irene asked sternly.
"Yes, I do, Miss Adler."
"Will you do as you are told from now on?"
"Yes, I promise, Miss Adler."
"Excellent," The Woman answered, sliding her hand down Molly's arm and taking her hand.
Irene moved towards the door and Molly had no choice but to follow. She was scared. Scared that she would fall in the ridiculous shoes, scared because she couldn't see anything and would not know where Irene was taking her and scared that she had no idea what The Woman had in store for her, or what her punishment would be.
It was going to be an interesting appointment.