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Elizabeth's checkered past forced itself back onto her in the middle of the vegetable department of the local supermarket. She had just selected a few tomatoes to weigh on the scales, when she heard a voice behind her say: "Hi Liz! Wow, great to see you here!"

You bet, Elizabeth thought, while the red vegetables slipped out of her hands on the floor. She turned around, facing the black haired woman standing a few meters away. She was smallish, her clothes looked worn, and badly matched. The hairdo looked funnyly irregular too, as if she had tried to do it herself. The face had aged, but Elizabeth had no trouble recognizing the woman.

"Oh hi Jenna," hoping that the sheer lack of enthusiasm in her voice would make the other woman back off quickly. No such luck.

"We sure do have a lot to talk about, Lizzie. How long ago is it now? Two years, three? Good times, they were."

"Look Jenna, it's old history. I stopped doing... that," Elizabeth interrupted the flow of words, "I am married now."

"Married... oh yes, Ron is his name, isn't it?"

"Robert, he's called Robert," corrected Elizabeth.

"Robert..." a dark glance crossed Jenna's face. "And does your Robert know about us and our... little secret?"

"No, he doesn't. He never asked and I never told him. Look Jenna, I have to go and..."

"So he doesn't know that you were my slave and that you loved bondage." There it was, Elizabeth thought, the dreaded B-word. Elizabeth's sin from the past, her addiction, the one she had ran away from. The reason that she had broken up with Jenna. Oh, it had been great, every rope, every single knot that Jenna had tied, every ...

But the bondage was over. Past history. Finished. Locked away in the dark dungeons of her mind, behind walls as thick as those of the vault at the bank where Elizabeth worked now. She was married. And her loving husband would probably be rather ashamed, knowing that his upper class, career pursuing wife had a past that was not without wrinkles. Once she had loved being Jenna's submissive, but no longer.

"No, he doesn't have to know. Hey Jenna, it was nice to meet you, but..."

"So dear, boring Robert does not know about your former addiction to rope. And of course... you don't want him to know."

"So this is what your sudden appearance is about," Elizabeth spat, "blackmail!"

"Oh Liz dear, that is such an offensive word. But let's say that I am a little short on money right now. And I thought that my former slave girl Liza could help me out with a little cash."

"Forget it, Jenna! I have nothing to hide from Robert. If necessary, I'll tell him myself."

"Huh, huh," Jenna thought aloud, "you probably would too. Hmm, then what about your colleagues at the First Paris Bank? And your boss? I am sure they would appreciate to see a few photos of a girl, dressed in black and white ropes and nothing else."

"Oh my God, those photos! You still have them? You promised that..."

"... that I would delete them?" Jenna ended the sentence. "Yeah, I did promise that, didn't I? But you know, I loved that series of photos. So I kept them. My only memory of our knotted past. Remember the day we made them? The fun we had? You looked so cute in that rope harness, all wrapped up and folded into a hogtie. And such amusing noises you made from behind that blue ball gag. Of course, that big ball deformed your pretty face a bit, but there is no mistaking that fiery, flame-like red hair of yours. I am quite sure your boss would easily recognize his senior assistant on those pics. Wouldn't you think?"

"How much do you want?" Elizabeth cut Jenna short. Her former Mistress didn't really talk very softly and some faces were already turned in their direction.

"That's one of the things I liked in you," Jenna remarked, "quick to understand and quick to obey. A woman who knows the ropes. OK then, I think that 20,000 euros would help me out quite nicely."

"20,000?" The brass of that woman, Elizabeth thought. "And where would I find that much money?"

"Yeah, I imagine that might be a problem," Jenna mused. "Making ends meet is easier done with rope than with money, if you'd excuse the pun. But I am sure that an experienced banker like yourself can think of a way. Umm, let's say that I will phone you in a week with instructions. Make sure that you have the money ready by then, or some photos will get mailed. Cash obviously, Lizzie dear, in small notes! Bye now!"

Jenna turned around and walked away. High heeled boots, the polish worn off in places, clicking irregularly on the floor. Elizabeth stayed behind, one tomato still in her hand, fuming with impotent rage. That bitch, that arrogant, despicable... The nerve of coming back here after three years and blackmailing her. She had loved that woman once, her Mistress, and now such betrayal! Elizabeth had indulged herself in the forbidden pleasures of the relationship and the dark delights of bondage. The ropes! How she had loved their touch, their supple, yet unbreakable embrace. The caressing tightness, the...

Elizabeth stopped herself. Good grief, she thought, how close to the surface everything was. It seemed that a year of therapy sessions with a shrink, twelve months of treatment of her addiction, hadn't helped a bit! One sight of Jenna and it had all bit come back, one loose string unraveling the curtain she had hang up to hide it all away. I am happy now, Elizabeth thought, Robert is...

Yeah, she thought, Robert is calm, patient, and solid. Just what she needed. But he was also unadventurous and routine, from his morning coffee with exactly half a lump of sugar, down to his brown wing tips that always came from the same Italian brand. Even their sex had already become predictable...

Don't go there, Lizbeth thought. Let's stick to the problem at hand. The blackmail. 20K in cash... OK, that was doable. She had money of her own, in a pension fund that she could empty without Robert noticing. That would cover half of it. She could sell some stocks too and...

Stocks hmm.... Jenna and she had played with some stocks once, a pillory in a dungeon they had been able to borrow for a weekend. Lizbeth touched her neck, feeling again the solid wood forcing her in an awkward position, bend over, completely helpless. She couldn't even see what her Mistress was preparing behind her, only feel those gloved hands and...

Concentrate! Lizbeth scolded herself. So the money was covered. Getting it in cash? OK, could be done too, by cashing in several checks in different banks. 20,000 euros, in small bills, that would make for quite a big bundle. Note to self: buy an attaché case to transport the money in.

  * * *

Jenna called exactly a week later. Directly to her office, asking to speak with Mrs Molinari about a bond transaction. Already fuming, Liza took the call.

"Hi Liz!" Jenna said cheerfully, "do you have everything ready for our little transaction?"

"Yes Jenna," Liza answered, "but..."

"No buts, Liz, I call the shots now. Just like the old days, remember?"

Liza remembered it all to well. "Still, I need a guarantee, an assurance that..."

"Well, I guess you just have to trust me, don't you? You always did. And I don't think you ever needed your safe word." Jenna laughed shortly. "So here is what you will do. You put everything in a briefcase and take the highway to Orleans. At the first parking place after the tollgates you..."

  * * *

The parking place was easy to find. It was also completely empty, except for the battered Volkswagen Beetle, that Liz recognized as Jenna's. That car sure had known better times, she thought, stepping out of the dark green Mercedes that Robert had bought for her last year. Jenna sure hasn't done as well as I have, Liz thought. Yet, put her in some classy dress, tie her two hours in the chair of a beauty salon and she could easily become again the good looking, lively woman that slave Liza had been in love with.

Liz walked over to the Beetle, watching Jenna open her door.

"Did you bring the money?" Jenna asked.

"In here," Liz said, holding up the brief case for her former Mistress to see.

Eagerly Jenna got hold of the bag, and turned it around to open it. "Wow, so much money, is it really 20,000 bucks?" She picked up one of the bundled piles of banknotes, leafed through it, put it down again.

Jenna was so engrossed in her sudden wealth, that she never saw it coming, the canister of knockout gas that Liz pushed under her nose and activated. Jenna took two whiffs of the stuff and her legs gave out from under her. Quickly Liz grabbed the brief case, before its contents could spill over the abandoned parking place.

Funny, Liz thought, while she finished tying up the would-be blackmailer. I have never been a dominatrix before. She felt uncertain what to do next. But she was sure that she would think of something.

Her new slave stirred awake.

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Elizabeth's checkered past forced itself back onto her in the middle of the vegetable department of the local supermarket. She had just selected a few tomatoes to weigh on the scales, when she heard a voice behind her say: "Hi Liz! Wow, great to see you here!"

You bet, Elizabeth thought, while the red vegetables slipped out of her hands on the floor. She turned around, facing the black haired woman standing a few meters away. She was smallish, her clothes looked worn, and badly matched. The hairdo looked funnyly irregular too, as if she had tried to do it herself. The face had aged, but Elizabeth had no trouble recognizing the woman.

"Oh hi Jenna," hoping that the sheer lack of enthusiasm in her voice would make the other woman back off quickly. No such luck.

"We sure do have a lot to talk about, Lizzie. How long ago is it now? Two years, three? Good times, they were."

"Look Jenna, it's old history. I stopped doing... that," Elizabeth interrupted the flow of words, "I am married now."

"Married... oh yes, Ron is his name, isn't it?"

"Robert, he's called Robert," corrected Elizabeth.

"Robert..." a dark glance crossed Jenna's face. "And does your Robert know about us and our... little secret?"

"No, he doesn't. He never asked and I never told him. Look Jenna, I have to go and..."

"So he doesn't know that you were my slave and that you loved bondage." There it was, Elizabeth thought, the dreaded B-word. Elizabeth's sin from the past, her addiction, the one she had ran away from. The reason that she had broken up with Jenna. Oh, it had been great, every rope, every single knot that Jenna had tied, every ...

But the bondage was over. Past history. Finished. Locked away in the dark dungeons of her mind, behind walls as thick as those of the vault at the bank where Elizabeth worked now. She was married. And her loving husband would probably be rather ashamed, knowing that his upper class, career pursuing wife had a past that was not without wrinkles. Once she had loved being Jenna's submissive, but no longer.

"No, he doesn't have to know. Hey Jenna, it was nice to meet you, but..."

"So dear, boring Robert does not know about your former addiction to rope. And of course... you don't want him to know."

"So this is what your sudden appearance is about," Elizabeth spat, "blackmail!"

"Oh Liz dear, that is such an offensive word. But let's say that I am a little short on money right now. And I thought that my former slave girl Liza could help me out with a little cash."

"Forget it, Jenna! I have nothing to hide from Robert. If necessary, I'll tell him myself."

"Huh, huh," Jenna thought aloud, "you probably would too. Hmm, then what about your colleagues at the First Paris Bank? And your boss? I am sure they would appreciate to see a few photos of a girl, dressed in black and white ropes and nothing else."

"Oh my God, those photos! You still have them? You promised that..."

"... that I would delete them?" Jenna ended the sentence. "Yeah, I did promise that, didn't I? But you know, I loved that series of photos. So I kept them. My only memory of our knotted past. Remember the day we made them? The fun we had? You looked so cute in that rope harness, all wrapped up and folded into a hogtie. And such amusing noises you made from behind that blue ball gag. Of course, that big ball deformed your pretty face a bit, but there is no mistaking that fiery, flame-like red hair of yours. I am quite sure your boss would easily recognize his senior assistant on those pics. Wouldn't you think?"

"How much do you want?" Elizabeth cut Jenna short. Her former Mistress didn't really talk very softly and some faces were already turned in their direction.

"That's one of the things I liked in you," Jenna remarked, "quick to understand and quick to obey. A woman who knows the ropes. OK then, I think that 20,000 euros would help me out quite nicely."

"20,000?" The brass of that woman, Elizabeth thought. "And where would I find that much money?"

"Yeah, I imagine that might be a problem," Jenna mused. "Making ends meet is easier done with rope than with money, if you'd excuse the pun. But I am sure that an experienced banker like yourself can think of a way. Umm, let's say that I will phone you in a week with instructions. Make sure that you have the money ready by then, or some photos will get mailed. Cash obviously, Lizzie dear, in small notes! Bye now!"

Jenna turned around and walked away. High heeled boots, the polish worn off in places, clicking irregularly on the floor. Elizabeth stayed behind, one tomato still in her hand, fuming with impotent rage. That bitch, that arrogant, despicable... The nerve of coming back here after three years and blackmailing her. She had loved that woman once, her Mistress, and now such betrayal! Elizabeth had indulged herself in the forbidden pleasures of the relationship and the dark delights of bondage. The ropes! How she had loved their touch, their supple, yet unbreakable embrace. The caressing tightness, the...

Elizabeth stopped herself. Good grief, she thought, how close to the surface everything was. It seemed that a year of therapy sessions with a shrink, twelve months of treatment of her addiction, hadn't helped a bit! One sight of Jenna and it had all bit come back, one loose string unraveling the curtain she had hang up to hide it all away. I am happy now, Elizabeth thought, Robert is...

Yeah, she thought, Robert is calm, patient, and solid. Just what she needed. But he was also unadventurous and routine, from his morning coffee with exactly half a lump of sugar, down to his brown wing tips that always came from the same Italian brand. Even their sex had already become predictable...

Don't go there, Lizbeth thought. Let's stick to the problem at hand. The blackmail. 20K in cash... OK, that was doable. She had money of her own, in a pension fund that she could empty without Robert noticing. That would cover half of it. She could sell some stocks too and...

Stocks hmm.... Jenna and she had played with some stocks once, a pillory in a dungeon they had been able to borrow for a weekend. Lizbeth touched her neck, feeling again the solid wood forcing her in an awkward position, bend over, completely helpless. She couldn't even see what her Mistress was preparing behind her, only feel those gloved hands and...

Concentrate! Lizbeth scolded herself. So the money was covered. Getting it in cash? OK, could be done too, by cashing in several checks in different banks. 20,000 euros, in small bills, that would make for quite a big bundle. Note to self: buy an attaché case to transport the money in.

  * * *

Jenna called exactly a week later. Directly to her office, asking to speak with Mrs Molinari about a bond transaction. Already fuming, Liza took the call.

"Hi Liz!" Jenna said cheerfully, "do you have everything ready for our little transaction?"

"Yes Jenna," Liza answered, "but..."

"No buts, Liz, I call the shots now. Just like the old days, remember?"

Liza remembered it all to well. "Still, I need a guarantee, an assurance that..."

"Well, I guess you just have to trust me, don't you? You always did. And I don't think you ever needed your safe word." Jenna laughed shortly. "So here is what you will do. You put everything in a briefcase and take the highway to Orleans. At the first parking place after the tollgates you..."

  * * *

The parking place was easy to find. It was also completely empty, except for the battered Volkswagen Beetle, that Liz recognized as Jenna's. That car sure had known better times, she thought, stepping out of the dark green Mercedes that Robert had bought for her last year. Jenna sure hasn't done as well as I have, Liz thought. Yet, put her in some classy dress, tie her two hours in the chair of a beauty salon and she could easily become again the good looking, lively woman that slave Liza had been in love with.

Liz walked over to the Beetle, watching Jenna open her door.

"Did you bring the money?" Jenna asked.

"In here," Liz said, holding up the brief case for her former Mistress to see.

Eagerly Jenna got hold of the bag, and turned it around to open it. "Wow, so much money, is it really 20,000 bucks?" She picked up one of the bundled piles of banknotes, leafed through it, put it down again.

Jenna was so engrossed in her sudden wealth, that she never saw it coming, the canister of knockout gas that Liz pushed under her nose and activated. Jenna took two whiffs of the stuff and her legs gave out from under her. Quickly Liz grabbed the brief case, before its contents could spill over the abandoned parking place.

Funny, Liz thought, while she finished tying up the would-be blackmailer. I have never been a dominatrix before. She felt uncertain what to do next. But she was sure that she would think of something.

Her new slave stirred awake.