Artwork by Alucard’s Spirit

Babs encounters Katie being held hostage by Contessa – but is a rescue the only thing on her mind??

Be sure you scroll down and read the saucy mini-story below…not just because it’s spicy and fun, but because it’s setting the scene for more to come…how’s that for a teaser??

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It was a bit of luck and a lot of seductive skill that allowed Junior Agent Babs to distract and ultimately disarm Contessa and knock her out long enough for us both to escape.

Babs had come into the room wearing a short black diaphanous cover-up that left nothing to the imagination, and a teen-tiny black thong over luxurious sheer burgundy stockings, and some of her sexiest heels. 

She expected to find me in all-white lingerie as we prepared to do a video call with our target for this mission – a little video tease to lure the villain into our trap that we’d be springing the next day.

What she found instead was me with my white lingerie in disarray and helplessly wrapped up tightly in an elaborate red rope harness, a tape gag across my mouth – and held in the clutches of an armed Contessa! The evil woman held me across the upper chest with one arm just above my exposed and vulnerable bare breasts, and a firearm pointed at Babs with the other!

The rookie agent wasted no time following Contessa’s direction to begin stripping – but did it in such an erotic way that I noticed Contessa’s gun barrel drop as she was mesmerized by Babs’ generous creamy breasts coming into view. Despite her inexperience, the junior agent was able to disarm Contessa and smack her with the butt of the weapon, knocking her out on the floor.

Meanwhile I, the Senior and much more experienced agent who should have been in control of the situation and mentoring rookie Babs in what to do – well, I was bound helplessly balancing on my own high heels, my entire body exposed by my open top, my curves emphasized by the rope harness, and mmmmphing uselessly into my gag.

I’ve never felt so embarrassed and humiliated before a junior agent I was supposed to be mentoring!

Later that night, after sending a captive Contessa off with @Jonut21 and the tactical team, and patiently allowing him to videotape all the evidence and surroundings (including our revealing lingerie), Babs and I retired to our own separate hotel rooms to rest and recover. 

I sat there staring at the wall, trying to determine how I would save face in the eyes of my young trainee after embarrassing myself like I did today. It was just so humiliating…and frustrating!

There was a soft knock on the door, stirring me from my reverie. At the door was Junior Agent Babs, a slight smile on her calm face, clutching her bathrobe closed over her chest. “I’d like to come in and talk about what happened today,” she said in a smooth, even tone.

“Of course, Babs, come in,” I said, stepping aside from the door and turning to the room. Can I get you a drink, or…”

I stopped short when I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Babs had dropped her robe to the floor. She now stood there in the same outfit from earlier today – the black see-through coverup, the stockings and heels, and the micro-thong – and nothing covering her lovely full chest.

“Babs, I, uhhh…” I stammered. 

Babs hushed me with a single finger held pointing upward. “Shhh. Let me speak.” She waited for me to nod in agreement before speaking again. “I know it can be unnerving to be helpless and vulnerable like that, especially when so much pressure is on you to be the Senior Agent in Charge, am I right?”

When I was about to answer her, Babs held up the single finger again. “Don’t speak. Nod yes or shake your head no, but don’t speak.” She looked at me expectantly until I sheepishly nodded.

“And worse,” she continued, “you were tied up, helpless and exposed by your enemy, and I’m sure she took some liberties with your vulnerable body, didn’t she?”

Again, I nodded yes, struggling to keep eye contact with my young protege. Babs continued on: “But you didn’t get any kind of satisfaction from it, did you? You didn’t even get a chance for Contessa to make you serve her, did you? Your arousal was never addressed, was it?”

This time I bit my lip and blushed furiously, my eyes falling to the floor. I shook my head no. I couldn’t believe the confident blonde woman was basically interrogating me like this, but I had no thoughts about answering anything but truthfully. 

“Look at me,” she commanded. Babs took a couple steps closer to me, slowly, deliberately, holding my eye contact until she was barely a foot away. I nervously watched her approach, feeling uneasy.

“Babs, look, we can’t…we shouldn’t…” I began.

“Hush, I said,” she countered, still holding up that single finger.

“Junior Agent Babs. Listen to me. I’m the Senior Agent here, and I’m ordering you to…”

“No you’re not,” she said abruptly, so confidently and firmly that my words were cut off. “We’re off duty. You’re not my boss. You’re not in charge. I am. I am your boss…and you are my subordinate.”

My jaw dropped as I listened to her bold words, noticed her aggressive stance before me.

That single finger she’d been pointing upward suddenly turned downward, pointing directly at the floor in front of her. “Kneel.”

“Babs, I…”

“Kneel, Katie,” she said, with a more forceful voice but that same calm look on her face. The difference was that now her eyes were flaring with a strength and light I’d not seen before. 

Wordlessly, I obeyed. I sank to my knees before her, looking up into her eyes, now feeling much smaller and considerably weaker than I’d been just moments before. This woman, some years my junior, my protege, my employee, was now asserting herself over me…and I felt the desire, the need, to submit myself to her. 

It was only then, kneeling before her, that I noticed she carried a soft-sided bag she’d been holding behind her legs. I wondered what was inside it, and my stomach fluttered as I realized what I was hoping she carried in there.

“When we’re at work, on duty, you’re Senior Agent Katie, my boss and mentor. I’m Junior Agent Babs, your protege and employee. But off duty, that’s going to change. You’re mine, and what am I to you?”

I paused, the obvious answer she wanted to hear already on my lips: “You’re my Mistress…”

“Good.” She said in a firm but pleased tone. She set the bag on the floor beside her. “I know what you need to recover from your time with Contessa. Let’s let the healing begin.”

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Whew! I told you it was pretty saucy and steamy, didn’t I?

Well trust me, the fun is just getting started…stay tuned…

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