Yes, Mistress by Telaryn

"Yes, Mistress" by Telaryn

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"Yes, Mistress" by Telaryn

How the fuck did I get myself into this? Mulder wondered for the umpteenth time since the blindfold had stolen his sight. He tested the cuffs securing his arms above his head. The fur-lined leather snugged his wrists in an unforgiving grip. In his mind's eye he could see the heavy chain that ran from the bolt in the ceiling to his bonds. Nothing short of a blow torch was making a dent in that.

At least they had left him his clothes...for now. He didn't plan on that changing, but he hadn't planned on the efficiency with which Mistress Angel had talked him into the hanging cuffs and blindfold.

And I certainly didn't think Scully was going to go along with it!

It had been hard enough getting Scully to agree to them posing as "dom" and "sub" in order to infiltrate The Castle; a private club that catered to consenting adults interested in the many levels of bondage and discipline. The fact that the missing agent had been female, and a member of Scully's graduating class at Quantico had helped considerably.

Of course he had planned on being the Master...

The first step in their charade had been to find an "in". Mistress Angel ran her own "dungeon" in the bowels of Washington, catering to anyone with a $100.00 per hour and a desire to get spanked. She was also well-placed in the hierarchy of The Castle.

"This is definitely going to rank among the stranger places you've ever taken me, Mulder," Scully had commented as they stood in the waiting room. The decor was tasteful -- conservative, even -- but with a prevailing theme.

"Stranger than that sewer beneath the museum with the killer kitty cats?" he returned, eyeing a particularly exotic painting of a slave market.

Scully actually smiled. "Got me there."

The receptionist who had taken their names reappeared at that moment to say that Mistress Angel was ready for them.

Mulder knew that for $100.00 an hour, Mistress Angel would be an impressive physical specimen. He was not disappointed, then, when they were greeted by a tall, slender woman with raven hair twisted into a fashionable knot at the back of her head. Eyes of deep blue appraised him from beneath lashes as dark as her hair. Her handshake was firm, without being overly aggressive. "Agent Mulder; welcome." She moved past him to take Scully's hand. "Agent Scully. Won't you both be seated?"

Mulder settled into one of the comfortable leather chairs she indicated. Scully took the second chair, and Mistress Angel settled into a third. Observing the situation with a trained eye, Mulder was intrigued by Angel's choice to conduct the interview away from where the carved walnut desk projected an air of quiet professionalism into the room.

"So," she began. "I'd ask what two FBI agents are doing in my office, making an appointment to see me no less, but I'm afraid I already know." At their confused looks, she elaborated. "You're looking for information on that woman that disappeared. The FBI agent."

"How did you know she was an agent?" Scully asked, suspiciously.

"The Master who helped her infiltrate the Castle is a former slave of mine. Poor Gerard -- he's really messed up about this. Bad enough that he lose a slave -- worse that she's an FBI agent. Our enterprises don't need that kind of exposure."

"What exactly are your enterprises?" Scully asked.

Angel glanced from Scully to Mulder. "You're the one who asked to speak to me, aren't you, Agent Mulder?" At his nod, she continued. "Well, Agent Scully, the easiest way to think of me is probably as a combination of sex therapist, marriage counselor, psychologist, and prostitute. That said, what can I do for you two?"

Mulder cleared his throat, glancing uncomfortably at Scully. Here goes... "We want your help infiltrating the Castle."

Angel raised an eyebrow. "You don't want much, do you?" She settled back into her chair. "All right. Sell me."

With an uneasy look at Scully, Mulder launched into the story, starting with Agent Pulaski's disappearance and the FBI's suspicions and ending with his plan for Mistress Angel to introduce he and Scully into the Castle as an established Master and Slave.

When he had finished, Angel shook her head. "Can't be done." She held up a hand to still Mulder's protest. "Hear me out. I'm not against the undercover work. It wouldn't be the first time, and it frankly I feel like it helps keep the more unsavory elements from getting too entrenched in our little world." She stood, beginning to pace. "Frankly, what I won't do is use my reputation to put people in a position where they can't protect themselves."

"I'm afraid I don't understand," Mulder told her.

Angel paused, looking directly at them. "That's the problem, Agent Mulder. You've read some magazines, some case studies, maybe seen some videos, and you think you can pass for a Master/Slave pairing." She pointed at Scully. "She will never pass as a submissive. Never."

Scully swallowed hard. "I'm willing to do whatever you think I have to."

"I'm sure you are, Agent Scully," Angel replied, her tone softening. "I have no doubt that you would, and I trust my abilities enough to know that I could probably get you to a point where you would pass. It wouldn't be pleasant, but we could do it."

Scully glanced from one to the other. "So, what's the problem?"

"He is."

Mulder was stunned. "You don't think I could pass as a dom?"

Angel eyed him appraisingly. "You could pass; it's not that difficult. The problem is, you couldn't protect her. The instinct isn't ingrained in you, like it is in people who play the game on a regular basis." She resumed her seat with a sigh. "It's a status thing with the Masters. You increase your status if you can take away another Master's slave."

Scully swallowed again. "Take away how?"

Angel shrugged. "It varies, although I have seen a Master walk up on another dom's slave, bend her over and start fucking without so much as a "by your leave"."

Scully was horrified. "That's rape!" she spat.

Angel held up a hand. "No. The sub has right of refusal through her safe word. It's an understood part of the game, however, that a sub can be shared around, albeit usually with the consent of her Master. Subs are also conditioned not to talk back to a Master. There is all kinds of consent involved, both stated and implied." She sighed again. "You see what I mean, though? There are complex subtleties at work here, that I don't have the time to teach you. Especially since you don't have the mindset for it to begin with."

"So what can we do?" Mulder asked. "The answer is somewhere in the power structure of the Castle."

Angel nodded. "I agree. That's why I will agree to help you with your undercover work, if Agent Scully goes as the dom, with you as her sub."

Mulder was incredulous. "You've got to be kidding."

"What makes you think I can protect him?" Scully asked.

Angel smiled. "Complex subtleties. Maybe it's coincidence, maybe it's latent submissive tendencies, but Masters don't try to count coup on the Mistresses."

"What about the other women?"

"Our mommies taught us how to share, and to say please and thank you."

Mulder's mind was racing. "What makes you think I can pull off being a submissive?"

Angel laughed. "You're the most perfect candidate for a submissive I've seen walk through that door in years, Agent Mulder!"

"You're mistaken." Mulder shook his head, trying to ignore the thrill of excitement at what she was implying.

Angel arched one eyebrow. "Oh really? Care to put that certainty to the test?"

The question threw Mulder even farther off-balance. "What do you mean?"

"A wager, Agent Mulder. I'll bet you $100, and my full cooperation that with one concession from you I can have you on your knees and submitting to Agent Scully within one hour."

Mulder fancied that he could hear a pop in his brain, as crucial brain circuits began to blow. "What concession?" he found himself asking.

"Oh, it's a simple one. I just don't feel like wrestling you into the suspension cuffs. Walk into them, and I'll do the rest."

Scully will never go for this, Mulder rationalized, grabbing for the last shreds of his equilibrium, as he heard Scully say, "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.".

Hands at his shirt collar brought him abruptly back to the present. "Scully?" he gasped, rearing back away from the touch.

"I'm here, Mulder," Her voice was warm and reassuring, and clearly not attached to the hands wrapping themselves in his tie and inexorably pulling him back to rest on the flats of his feet.

"What's going on?" he asked. He could feel the hands working the knot of his tie.

A low, throaty chuckle that he could identify as Angel came from in front of him. "I'm amazed, Agent Mulder. Big, strong man like you can't figure out he's being stripped?"

Mulder tensed, jerking against the cuffs. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly sawdust dry. "Um, Scully?"

"Right here, Mulder." Damn, she's enjoying this! he realized. The tie was slid from around his neck. Deft fingers began undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. He shivered as Angel's hot breath caressed his earlobe.

"Now the fun begins," she whispered. Her hands surged forward, burying themselves in his chest hair. He was overwhelmed by the scent of lavender as she slowly twined her body about his; suddenly more serpent than woman.

A string of sharp, tiny bites along the line of his shoulder brought out the smallest of groans. He quickly choked it off, still painfully aware of Scully. He couldn't imagine what his partner was thinking at this point. His need to protect her was still strong; however, the last few minutes were fast eroding any awareness of what he was protecting her from.

A warm, wet tongue against his nipple set his brain racing even faster. Working with painfully slow, deliberate strokes, Angel teased each nipple to tingling erection. Mulder moaned responsively as she bit the soft skin of his chest -- sucking in nipple and flesh as if he were a woman.

Angel chuckled. "You sure you've never done this before, Mulder?"

Angry tension flooded his limbs, and he jerked away from her. "Oho. Strike a nerve, did I?" Fingers hooked into the waistband of his slacks, drawing him forward again. "You don't get off that easy, I hope."

Scully's voice came from behind him then. "Maybe we should stop."

"Nah," Angel laughed. "He's got a safe word; let him use it." The challenge in her voice spoke to something very primal in Mulder. Even as the psychology-trained portion of his mind screamed at him to ignore Angel; that this was too far, he was giving up too much control -- a deeper part of his soul rose up in that moment, determined not to give way before her whim.

Angel must have sensed the change. Her grip on his slacks loosened. "Good. Very good."

Mulder returned to rest solidly on his feet, steadying his breathing by sheer force of will. "You okay, Scully?" he asked again.

"She's fine, Mulder," Angel replied. Mulder shivered as the tips of her fingers traced the outline of his burgeoning hard-on through the fabric of his pants. "You see, Dana? Concern for you keeps him grounded. If he tells himself he has to stay in control for your sake, it makes everything okay."

There was no reply from Scully. Say something, Mulder pleaded silently, even though he knew Angel spoke the truth. Tell her she's wrong...tell her it's a lie...tell her it's... Even his thoughts trailed off to incoherency as Angel began gently massaging his balls. The fingertips of her other hand continued stroking his penis, urging it to vibrant, violent life. Mulder had the fleeting sensation of every drop of blood he had draining into his cock. His groan of pleasure was louder now, and somewhere along the way he had lost all desire to suppress it.

"Very nice," Angel purred in his ear. "Very, very nice." Her fingers fluttered at his waistband, quickly pulling his belt free.

"Let me go," he whispered hoarsely, grasping the last shreds of conscious control. "Please." Beyond this point everything would change forever. I never should have started this...never should have suggested...

"Please, no less. You are full of suprises, Mulder." Fingers slid through the tangle of his hair, pulling him forward to meet her open, inviting lips. She kissed him deeply, drawing the very breath from his lungs. Mulder reeled against his bonds, fighting to regain his footing as they parted. "Never let it be said I don't grant requests," she told him, sliding his slacks and boxers past his hips to pool at his feet in a tangle of cloth. Mulder clenched his teeth against the sudden release of pressure against his penis. The rigid length of it hung between him and Angel; the truth exposed at last.

She stepped back a moment, and Mulder imagined he could feel her examining him. Then he felt hands at his ankles, forcing them apart, and placing more of his weight against the cuffs still holding his hands over his head. "Hold that pose," Angel instructed him. There was a moment of freedom, then the clink of metal on metal reached his ears over the music. Soft leather cuffs were buckled onto each ankle, then fastened to something rigid and metallic. He sensed Angel drawing back, and tested the new bonds; trying to close his legs. The edges of a metal bar scraped against his bare ankles. He then tried to work his legs in each direction, and discovered that the center of the bar was fastened securely to the floor. So that's what the eyebolt is for, he mused, recalling the particular piece of hardware. He shifted, trying to settle into a position that didn't put such a strain on his wrists and arms.

He sighed with pure pleasure, his head falling limply back, as his penis was slowly, gently, drawn into a waiting mouth. "Oh, god," he groaned, as the last few inches were devoured. "God, yes." He'd perused enough pornography to know that "deep throat" had to be more than a fantasy of the collective male subconscious, but he had never experienced one. As lips, teeth and tongue caressed him in the opposite direction, he wondered briefly how she kept from gagging.

He tried to thrust forward, and found that Angel had bound him too tightly. He whimpered, settling back off the balls of his feet, waiting to be swallowed again.

Gradually, Mulder's sense of time softened; blurring into flashes of heat, waves of cold, and the screaming of nerves begging for release. The pressure continued to build throughout his groin. Thrust followed thrust, as she enveloped him with her mouth, pulling him towards climax.

"If you ever get tired of the FBI, Dana, I sure could use you." Mulder tried briefly to ignore the voice, so close to his ear. His entire body was focused on one goal, straining for the ultimate...

"D-Dana?" he gasped, as the realization sank in. Oh God... The thrusts were increasing in pace. Can't hold back...

Light exploded in front of his eyes, as the blindfold fell away. The sudden, brief disorientation was all it took to send him screaming over the edge. Every muscle in his body seized; locking into blissful, rigid agony as he erupted into Scully's mouth. She was ready for him. Her throat muscles contracted repeatedly, draining him of everything he had, and questing for still more when she had that. "I can't," he whispered at last, sagging heavily against his bonds. Consciousness was beginning to slip away.

She released him just before the blackness swallowed him completely, sitting back on her heels. Mulder's gasp of pain at the sudden change in temperature was the nearest thing he could manage to a full-throated scream.

At the very instant he was certain he was going to pass out completely, the strain on his arms disappeared. He collapsed ungracefully into a pair of waiting arms and was lowered to the floor. Scully crouched in front of him, working on the contraption that had separated his legs so securely and so dramatically escalated his sense of helplessness. Her head was bowed, and Mulder found himself willing her to look up, to meet his eyes.

"Scully..." he managed to whisper, past a throat that was chafed raw from the sounds of his pleasure and pain.

She did look up then, and he winced at the tears glistening in her eyes. "You...okay?" he managed to croak.

She nodded, smiling slightly to show him that she really meant it. The bonds fell away from his ankles. "Scully..." Mulder repeated, intending to apologize for the way things had gotten so far out of control. I never meant for this to happen, Scully, he thought, shutting his eyes against her tears. Dear God, I never meant to put you in this position.

He never got to say the words. Without warning, Scully's lips met his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Mulder gave himself completely to that kiss, knowing that it was okay; somehow they would make it okay.

He was even more convinced when Scully pulled back and met his eyes again, smiling a wicked smile. "Don't you have some unfinished business?" she asked, taking his hands in each of hers.

After a moment, he understood. "You're right..." he commented. "I guess I do." Leaning heavily on Scully for support, and trying desperately to ignore the screaming of his abused muscles, Mulder got to his knees. "You win...Mistress."

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