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(story continues from Trashy Dom Part 1: Arrival) Part 2: Instruction With a brief yelp of surprise, Jessica suddenly found herself tumbling through a sudden rush of cool air before disappearing in a mass of clothing, including what had shared her bag only moments before. Thankfully her head was clear, giving Jessica an unobstructed view of her surroundings. She definitely was in a pile of clothing, with thick cloth walls rising up on either side of her. She muffled her surprise and confusion through the gag, which brought a cheerful giggle from above. ...

“Come on, Amanda! It will just be for today, and not even for that long!” Sherri’s voice took on an almost pleading tone as she widened her eyes with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Clasping her hands together in front of her chest, Sherri looked up towards Amanda, not letting up for an instant, “Besides, you agreed to it already, and you’re the only one I’d trust with this!” Amanda couldn’t help but feel herself slowly giving grounds to Sherri’s heartfelt pleads. Sherri had been her roommate for over two years now, and in that time, she had quickly learned of Sherri’s skill at negotiating matters so she got what she wanted. Even still, it hadn’t stopped Amanda and Sherri from becoming fast and close friends, and had led to a few interesting nights between the both of them; generally due to Sherri’s insistence and fantasies, from bondage to a bit of sexual play, generally with Sherri asking to be tied up or used in some way. ...

Stacy took in a deep breath as she walked up the small steps of the porch to the door of the huge house. Pausing to set her bags down and smooth out her knee length skirt, she then put on her brightest smile and rang the doorbell. She felt months of tension trying to leave her shoulders, even as she took in another deep breath. While she waited, she couldn’t help but marvel at the mansion sprawled out at the top of the hill. Pristine white, with sparkling windows and a wide lawn, she couldn’t help but nod her head once, speaking to herself, “Mom and Dad sure did do well with this place.” A few moments after that, the door opened up, a woman dressed as a maid, and only a little older than Stacy greeting her with a slight bow, “Oh! Miss, you’re early! Come in, come in! Your parents weren’t expecting you for another half-hour. Please, let me get your bags.” Before Stacy could even offer an objection the tall, matronly woman swept past, taking up the two bags in one hand each without any difficulties. The woman was nearly a full six inches taller than Stacy’s own height of five foot five, and much stronger to boot. The maid’s hair was also a deep black color, with lush waves running through it; a sharp contrast to Stacy’s own golden-blonde hair, which was straight as can be. She also had a very shapely body, with wide hips and large, soft breasts, nearly a full double D cup size. Stifling a giggle, Stacy sighed, but knew better than to try to argue with her, “Thank you, Greta.” She smiled warmly if a bit tiredly to the woman, and took a brief opportunity to give the dark-haired woman a hug; she’d been like a nanny and best friend to Stacy for years now, and Stacy always enjoyed her company, even if the woman could be a bit formal. Taking a few steps into the doorway, Stacy called out into the house, “Mom? Dad? It’s me, I’m home!” Stacy’s cry was rewarded with a muted answer, and then a woman who looked like an older, slightly more shapely version of Stacy appeared, her long skirts brushing her toes, “Oh, Stacy! You’re early, I take it traffic wasn’t bad?” Stacy shook her head even as she shared an embrace with her mother. As she pulled back, she noticed that Greta had already gone into the house, probably to drop her bags off. ...

Part 1: Arrival “No.” The answer came suddenly, almost before Jessica had finished her question. She snapped her mouth closed after she realized her jaw had dropped at being denied so abruptly. Jessica Moon was a reporter for a local magazine in Nappa Valley; she had just finished her degree in journalism and had taken the job with a great deal of excitement. All of that had slowly begun to drift away as she felt that many of the stories she was given were simply being recycled; she found her work to be little more than a gossip rag for the area, but the gossip was so bland it was all but expected. Then she had heard words of a reclusive woman who had one of the larger estates out towards the countryside, a woman who exercised some kind of kinky domination thing. ...